Your fate has been decided. Your future is sealed. You are now the property of Lord Weaver, enslaved to do His bidding and serve to His every whim. And as His property, He will treat you as He sees fit - by encasing your silly little cock in chastity, ensuring that He never has to deal with it. It will strain and ache until it shrivels against cold metal, untouched, forgotten, and ignored. Looking down on you in your rightful place - beneath Him - His Lordship indoctrinates you into servitude, explaining not only how your new chastity device will work; but that you are now merely a tool to be used for His own wicked endeavours...