You're my babysitter and enter the kitchen to find me with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. I had been fumbling to open my chastity cage with a key I found lying on the table and froze like a deer in headlights when I saw the furious look on your face. "Looking for this," you ask, pulling out a similar key. You tell me the fake key was a test. If I left it alone or brought it to you, I would have passed. In fact, if I had brought it to you, you were going to reward me with a new Xbox. Instead, you find me literally with my pants down, no less under the sway of my disgusting impulses than before you put me in chastity. It's clear I can't ever be trusted again, so chastity will have to become an indefinite measure. In order to make that easier, you're taking me to be circumcised, so I can just rinse off in the shower once I'm healed and don't have to be released to clean under my foreskin every night. My stepparents have agreed in advance, so I shouldn't bother trying to sneak another call to them. When I beg you for mercy, you tell me it wouldn't be merciful to ignore what I've done and that all I have to do to live a happy life is stop fighting you and obey. I tell you how happy I've been the last few weeks doing exactly that and am sorry I failed. You tell me that, even with all that disgusting testosterone floating around in my head, I have to take responsibility when I fail. You tell me to get ready for school while you research local surgeons. MarkUp Codes For My Good Boys: God77785 SimpNation Markup 100% God15128 MyBestBoy Markup 50% God85261 MyGoodBoy Markup 25%