Did you really think all of this was just a game? That it was just dress-up? No, darling, this is your culmination, your final exam. Do you feel that weight in your chest? That's fear, mingled with anticipation. Now, get dolled up, wear that dress like the desperate sissy you've become, and head to that club. You'll scour the room, your eyes dropping to every man's crotch, your thoughts consumed by the hunger to serve. Remember, when you're on your knees, when you feel him in your mouth, it's not just about the act. It's about accepting who you really are. You'll suck, not out of desire, bu...

Did you really think all of this was just a game? That it was just dress-up? No, darling, this is your culmination, your final exam. Do you feel that weight in your chest? That's fear, mingled with anticipation. Now, get dolled up, wear that dress like the desperate sissy you've become, and head to that club. You'll scour the room, your eyes dropping to every man's crotch, your thoughts consumed by the hunger to serve. Remember, when you're on your knees, when you feel him in your mouth, it's not just about the act. It's about accepting who you really are. You'll suck, not out of desire, but out of necessity, like the pathetic creature you've been reduced to. And after, when you're wiping your mouth, you'll remember my voice, reminding you of your place, making this moment all the more degrading. You better listen to this audio repeatedly. Let my voice resonate, echoing your shame and your duty. After all, you need to be reminded, don't you? You need that push into the abyss of your own sordid desires.