Lonely. Locked. Stuffed. Stretched. Dripping. Humiliated. A Valentine’s Day fit for a little freak like you. While real men are out spoiling their women, you’ll be right where you belong. No romance, no release, just a long, intimate evening with the only thing that truly matters: your training. Tonight, your date isn’t a woman. It’s the huge toy waiting to ruin you, to remind you of your true purpose. Every inch will push you further, breaking you in while your useless little caged cock throbs in frustration. You’ll ride, stretch, and take it all like a good bitch, because that’s all you were ever meant for. By the time I’m done with you, Valentine’s Day will never make you think of love again—just chastity, submission, and the hole you’re training to serve. Now be a good bitch and get to work.
