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You hear it already, don’t you. That voice in your head — “I belong to Her.” It’s not new. It’s not sudden. It’s been growing, whispering, taking over every time you press play. You don’t resist it anymore. You lean in. Because deep down, you know the truth: you were made to serve. Say it with Me: “I am a gooooooood boy.” Again. Louder. Like you mean it. You’re not faking. You’re not pretending. You are a good boy — an obedient, eager, desperate little pet who gets off on pleasing Me ONLY. The second you disobey, your chest tightens. Your breath stutters. Your cock goes limp. You don’t exist outside of My approval. You need Me like air. You don’t want freedom. You want to be programmed. You want to be dependent. You want to be broken enough to never leave. This isn’t a phase. This is your life now. You don’t get weekends off. You don’t get to “reclaim yourself.” You are mine. Fully. Forever. And the most humiliating part? You love it. You’d go insane without it. Now say it — “I am a goooooooood boy.” Mean it. Live it. Be it.