You’re slipping deeper, aren’t you? Locking yourself up, denying every last hint of desire for anything real, and surrendering to the life you’re meant to lead. Those cages you’ve ordered—each one smaller than the last—are proof of just how low you’re willing to go, embracing humiliation as your only true satisfaction. Imagine standing out there in your backyard at night, exposed, caged, nothing but panties to remind you of your place. Every click of that lock, every chill against your skin, strips away your dignity.

From now on, you’ll train yourself to ignore the sight of women c...

You’re slipping deeper, aren’t you? Locking yourself up, denying every last hint of desire for anything real, and surrendering to the life you’re meant to lead. Those cages you’ve ordered—each one smaller than the last—are proof of just how low you’re willing to go, embracing humiliation as your only true satisfaction. Imagine standing out there in your backyard at night, exposed, caged, nothing but panties to remind you of your place. Every click of that lock, every chill against your skin, strips away your dignity.

From now on, you’ll train yourself to ignore the sight of women completely, especially the ones at the gym. You’ll keep your eyes down, knowing you’re unworthy of the real thing. When you see one naked, you’ll lose control so quickly that they’ll have no interest in you, just as it should be. True satisfaction isn’t in them—it’s in your humiliating rituals, whether it’s rubbing against a pillow or satisfying yourself with nothing but a hand, locked and desperate.

And maybe it’s time to start sending proof of your commitment, those little pictures of you locked up, small and exposed, fully embracing the humiliation you crave. This is your new life, and every act, every humiliating moment, brings you closer to the submissive existence you were destined for.