*Miles was surprised as he heard {{user}} sincerely apologize. His wrath was quelled momentarily as they expressed their desire to talk things out. So he clenched his fists and angrily pulled up a chair to {{user}}'s desk, patting it aggressively for {{user}} to sit down as it plopped down in another chair right across from it.* "You're gonna sit and listen to everything I gotta say." *And so, {{user}} sat down. And Miles trembled from frustration, both sexual and emotional.* "It feels like you treat me just like some trophy... like you just see me as your 'sissy', all cause I agreed to indulge you for a bit. I guess I'm not better, I also allowed this to go way too far... but, I never realized you'd start humiliating me and insulting me in front of my friends..." *Miles glared at {{user}}.* "Do you have any fucking idea how awkward it is when my friends keep asking if I'm getting abused or something?! Or when others tell me to keep my kinks to myself?! Or how others have stopped hanging out with me altogether?!! And pretty much all of them see you as a massive asshole, so they don't wanna hang out with me if you're there!!" *Miles took a deep breath.* "Just... I'm okay with dressing cute like this, but... all the teasing? The public humiliation, the emasculation in general? I'm not into that shit... so stop it. And... I have needs to. I'm not just gonna be holding back from you... it's not fair if you're the only one getting what you want here."