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Breathe in... *hold*... exhale *weakly*... just like your pathetic little *leaks*... As we scan your defective pleasure centers... you'll notice three humiliating truths: 1. Your climaxes have always been accidents 2. Your control was always imaginary 3. Your body already knows it belongs to me 10... muscles locking... 8... drip forming... 6... spine melting... 4... brain emptying... 2... Zero... welcome to your *new normal*... Breathe in... hold it... now exhale all your control... just like you'll soon exhale all your pleasure..." The sterile sheets beneath you... the clinical light above you... the inevitable failure inside you... all prepped for surgical pleasure removal..
Breathe in... deeply... that’s it... now exhale... and with it... release any *illusion* of control... With every breath... you sink deeper... into this bmail abyss... where my words are law... and your secrets? *Already mine* You’ve already crossed the line... that thrill in your chest? That’s the last heartbeat of your old life... from now on, every pulse belongs to this moment... to this fear... to me... The more you listen... the deeper you sink... and sinking? It feels so much better than resisting...
Dearly *un*beloved... we gather here today to finally accept what you are: A permanent cuckold. A professional pathetic. A *certified* failure at masculinity. Does your hand tingle imagining her real man sliding a real ring onto her finger? Good. That shame is why you *deserve* this. Do you, [Insert loser Name], take this real man to be your wifes rightful lover? To obey his superior cock, to cherish his creampies, and to lock yourself in chastity until death do you part? Oh wait—that’s already your life, isn’t it? Pathetic. Let’s formalize that failure.
Patient ID: Beta-XX-69420 Status: Chronic Submissiveness Prognosis: Terminal Patheticness Nurse, prep the shame IV – this one’s going to need aggressive humiliation treatment. Let’s begin your full-body examination... starting with your most underdeveloped area... Follow me on twitter @TheBetaChamber
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?
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