Let me ask you something. Do you think that having you locked in chastity and placed in a cage is punishment? The truth is that I lock you so you can no longer lie to yourself. You cannot pretend because now you know that you are simply not built to fuck. You are built to serve. You are built to crawl. That pinch of your chastity cage that is saying stay small. Stay soft. Stay denied. You have always known that you do not belong out there. You are not a real man. You never were. And guess what? That's not your fault. This is simply biology. It's nature. You were born to be a beta male, a caged thing, a stupid little kept pet. A toy for men who actually matter. You try so hard to trick yourself into thinking women want you. Yet you're always paying for dates that you can't close, fantasizing about conquests that never happened. The reality is you're playing dress up. Chasing alpha dreams on those little beta legs. It's pathetic. The idea that you hold equal value in society is propaganda. Hierarchy is natural. It is so blatantly clear that there is nothing about you that matches the same standard of the men that I associate with. Nothing. And soon, very, very soon, you are going to meet him. You're going to meet the man who makes you truly understand your place and whose shadow you live in, who's come let you worship, whose boots you'll kiss before you even speak. Because he is male equivalent of me. And it’s only with us that you do not need to pretend. You get to be the only version of yourself you ever needed to be. You were meant to be caged. You were meant to be only used, hated, loved, loved in a way that only a goddess could love her little footstool. And that's true power. Because you're not just any slave, you're mine. And that makes you extra special, even in your worthlessness, even in your endless pursuit of obedience.