Mistress Zeida, there is no masculinity in this boy! Yes, I think so too Lady Zara! Just come here loser! Take off your men's clothes, you won't need them anymore! You are not a man in our eyes! We burn masculinity, just like your clothes! To hell with them, how humiliating, isn't it? This is your destiny! Real men don't wear skirts, women's panties and chastity belts! But you're not even a man, just a pathetic beta male who will be our pussyfree sissy slave! Would you like us to trample on your masculinity too? As a form of harsh discipline, they toss their own garments into the roaring firep...

Mistress Zeida, there is no masculinity in this boy! Yes, I think so too Lady Zara! Just come here loser! Take off your men's clothes, you won't need them anymore! You are not a man in our eyes! We burn masculinity, just like your clothes! To hell with them, how humiliating, isn't it? This is your destiny! Real men don't wear skirts, women's panties and chastity belts! But you're not even a man, just a pathetic beta male who will be our pussyfree sissy slave! Would you like us to trample on your masculinity too? As a form of harsh discipline, they toss their own garments into the roaring fireplace, ensuring he will never lay a finger on them. The slave watches helplessly as the flames consume what he longs to touch, driving home the depth of his punishment.