Look at you, standing there with that pathetic excuse for a cock. It’s worthless, just like you. I can see it in your eyes—you hate it as much as I do. And you should. That little dick of yours is a joke, and I’m done pretending otherwise. I don’t ever want to see it again. Lock it up in that chastity belt, make sure it’s tight, and take that key—throw it into the deepest part of the river where no one will ever find it. From this moment forward, you’re not a man. You’re not even a person. You’re nothing but a faggot with a chained-up dick, my personal slave, a complete zero. Forget who you were, forget everything you thought you knew about yourself. You’re just a nameless, genderless object, existing solely for my pleasure. Cry all you want, those tears don’t move me. In fact, they’ll only help lubricate the lock on that chastity belt, sealing your fate as my obedient little bitch.