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You didn’t choose the cage. You chose Me. And that means you don’t choose anything anymore. This isn’t just a video. It’s a ritual. A slow, merciless descent into denial where your cock becomes irrelevant, an ornament of obedience. You’ll stroke only when told. Edge when commanded. Freeze when ordered. And you will ache beautifully knowing that the key isn’t yours. You’ll say My name with every breath. You’ll repeat mantras that strip your will. You’ll visualize your surrender until even your fantasies wear My mark. Because the lock may be metal, but the control? That’s Me. In your head. Etched in every denied throb. Buried in every frustrated moan you whisper into the dark. You’ll never cum the same again. You’ll never think the same again. This is where you stop being a man and become Mine. The key is Mine. And you? You're just the proof that I never needed to unlock you.