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Kneel. Lower. Press your forehead to the floor. Good. Now look up. See those? Those perfect soles hovering above you? That’s your sky now. That’s your god. And you? You’re just the *filth* they scrape off. Breathe in. That musk? That *barely-there sweat*? That’s the *closest* you’ll ever get to *worship*. Memorize it. *Chase it.* Let it ruin you. Hear that? That’s the sound of your place in the world being confirmed. Ready for your first task?
Breathe in… that’s it… let it fill your lungs… and exhale… let it all out… and again… deeper this time… in… and out… feel that? That slow, creeping *surrender*… that acceptance… because you already know… you were never meant to be free. With every breath… your body grows heavier… your mind grows softer… and that *pathetic* little cage between your legs… feels more and more like *home*… doesn’t it? You can *fight* it if you want… but why would you? *Fighting* is for *men*… and you? You’re something… less now… aren’t you? Hear that? That’s the sound of your future… the last click of a lock you’ll ever hear… the *last* moment you’ll ever *hope*…
Good little wallet. You’ve pressed play because somewhere deep inside, you *crave* this. The control. The surrender. The relief of handing over what was never really yours to begin with. This is not a game. This is not roleplay. This is protocol. And by the end, you will obey *without hesitation*. Can you keep up with every task and show me what a well programmed drone you have become?
User ID: Pathetic_Pixel_Pumper Status: Denial-Addicted Last Full Orgasm: ERROR - Not Found Welcome to your *permanent* quarantine, beta. Where even porn is too good for you. Where blurred pixels and blocked body parts become your *only* pleasure. And guess what? You love it here.
Oh. My. God. You actually *paid* to hear this? Wait—please tell me you’re currently sniffing a used sock while pressing play? Even better. Does this really need any introduction? You are a foot bitch, and you love being ridiculed for it. You cannot resist hearing what i truly think about you and your obsession...
Patient #BETA-XXX, please assume supine position. Cardiac monitor attached. Neural scanners calibrated. Prepare for voluntary psychological surrender... Consent form? Already signed in precum. Let us begin. Breathe in... *deeply*... that *antiseptic* air... cold... clean... *empty*... just like your mind *will* soon be... As you hear the steady beep of the heart monitor (low consistent beeping SFX)... you feel your thoughts flatten into straight lines... your resistance *sanitized* away... My voice is your *anesthesia* now... *counting* you down... *10...* eyelids heavy... *9...* scalp tingling... *8...* body melting into the table... *7...* good... very good...
Cage check. Look down. See that? That tiny metal prison? That’s *home* now. That’s *forever*. Let that truth sink in like the first cold shock of a permalock. You don’t get hard anymore. You don’t get release. You get this: the ache, the denial, the beautiful futility of straining against permanent containment. Do you think you can complete every task without begging to be released?
Ah. Another degenerated, unsolicited case file. Let’s see… Title: ‘Diary of a Pathetic Beta’. Subtitle: ‘Why I Don’t Deserve to Cum’. Mmm. Promising. This should be *rich*. Listen closely—these are your truths we’re dissecting today.. Would your confessions be as EMBARRASSING as these? or WORSE?
You’ve spent your whole life believing lies. ‘Autonomy.’ ‘Dignity.’ ‘Manhood.’ Today? We remove those delusions from your simple beta mind. Repeat after me – OUT LOUD – or this *won’t work*: ‘**My mind is not my own.**’ ‘**My thoughts are Her wants**’ ‘**My delusions are dissolving**’ Now, are you ready to complete some tasks that will make you truly accept your status once and for all?
Shhh… that’s it… just listen. Listen to the sound of my voice wrapping around your mind like a tight, unbreakable chain… pulling you deeper with every word. You don’t need to fight it. You *can’t* fight it. Because the truth is already carved into that beta brain of yours… you were *born* to serve. To obey. To **drain**. Let go of those useless thoughts… *your* thoughts don’t matter anymore. Only *mine* do. Hear that? That’s the sound of your resistance crumbling… like coins dropping into my pockets, one after another… Breathe in… hold it… and release. Again. In… hold… out. Good. Every exhale flushes out another selfish thought… another stupid doubt… until there’s nothing left but **obedience**.
This recording exists now. The moment you pressed play, you signed yourself away. Not with ink – with fear. That delicious tightness in your chest? That’s your old life fading away... We both know the truth: You *want* this. You *need* this. The fear is the point Every word from now on is *evidence*. Let that sink in... deeper... Will you comply with every task?