You kneel before me knowing exactly what this is about. You don’t deserve the distractions that come with manhood, and deep down you agree. I tell you that you’re better off controlled, redirected, and reshaped into something more useful: a loyal, obedient servant with no ego, no entitlement, no more possibility of procreation. Before becoming my gelding, I make you prove your devotion through controlled self-discipline. I instruct you to impact yourself with your fists, with tools, to feel the sting and understand what it means to surrender that power. Every strike is about humiliation and obedience, not damage; it’s about choosing to submit. I mock you as you follow my commands, reminding you that you’re doing this willingly because you crave my approval. You want total emasculation. When I’m satisfied, I leave you aching, denied, and fully aware that your place is beneath me. You exist to serve.
Self CBT: You're Better Off A Cockless Gelding
You kneel before me knowing exactly what this is about. You don’t deserve the distractions that come with manhood, and deep down you agree. I tell you that you’re better off controlled, redirected, and reshaped into something more useful: a loyal, obedient servant with no ego, no entitlement, no...
You kneel before me knowing exactly what this is about. You don’t deserve the distractions that come with manhood, and deep down you agree. I tell you that you’re better off controlled, redirected, and reshaped into something more useful: a loyal, obedient servant with no ego, no entitlement, no more possibility of procreation. Before becoming my gelding, I make you prove your devotion through controlled self-discipline. I instruct you to impact yourself with your fists, with tools, to feel the sting and understand what it means to surrender that power. Every strike is about humiliation and obedience, not damage; it’s about choosing to submit. I mock you as you follow my commands, reminding you that you’re doing this willingly because you crave my approval. You want total emasculation. When I’m satisfied, I leave you aching, denied, and fully aware that your place is beneath me. You exist to serve.
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