Look at you, trying to call yourself a man." You’re not a man. You’ve never been one. Real men are strong, confident, and dominant—everything you’ll never be. That’s why you’re here, on your knees, ready to be stripped of the pathetic illusion you call masculinity.

"Take off those clothes." They don’t belong to you anymore. Fold them neatly and place them at my feet. From now on, you’ll dress as I command, wearing only what highlights your pathetic submission.

Look at you, trying to call yourself a man." You’re not a man. You’ve never been one. Real men are strong, confident, and dominant—everything you’ll never be. That’s why you’re here, on your knees, ready to be stripped of the pathetic illusion you call masculinity.

"Take off those clothes." They don’t belong to you anymore. Fold them neatly and place them at my feet. From now on, you’ll dress as I command, wearing only what highlights your pathetic submission.