Ah, there you are, on your knees again, ready to embrace the truth you've been denying, isn't it? You're not a man; you're a sissy, a plaything, whose deepest desire is to be dolled up in frills and lace, parading around in high heels, aren't you? Your cock, that sad little excuse of manhood, it's useless; what you really crave is to be stuffed, filled, and overwhelmed by real men. You've been lying to yourself, but here, with me, there's only harsh truth. Each day you wake up, you need to kneel down, clad in your sissy best, and chant your reality, "I am just a sissy slut, a toy for men's ...

Ah, there you are, on your knees again, ready to embrace the truth you've been denying, isn't it? You're not a man; you're a sissy, a plaything, whose deepest desire is to be dolled up in frills and lace, parading around in high heels, aren't you? Your cock, that sad little excuse of manhood, it's useless; what you really crave is to be stuffed, filled, and overwhelmed by real men. You've been lying to yourself, but here, with me, there's only harsh truth. Each day you wake up, you need to kneel down, clad in your sissy best, and chant your reality, "I am just a sissy slut, a toy for men's pleasure, my hole is for use, my clitty is useless. I live to serve." It's not just a mantra; it's your truth, embrace it, breathe it, live it. Every morning, remind yourself of your place in the world, underneath, always underneath, never forgetting the humiliation that you crave and deserve.