Let’s be real, the only thing you were ever good at was disappointing me, which is why I had to find a real man, someone who could actually satisfy me. And guess what? I'm getting married to him. Yes, the very man I found solace in while you were busy being inadequate. But don’t feel too bad; I’ve got a new role for you. You're going to be my maid of honor. How perfect, right? You, all dolled up in a dress, maybe even more feminine than you ever allowed yourself to be, watching me marry a true man.
Oh, and here’s the best part—I’m going to lock you in a chastity belt for the wedding nig...

Let’s be real, the only thing you were ever good at was disappointing me, which is why I had to find a real man, someone who could actually satisfy me. And guess what? I'm getting married to him. Yes, the very man I found solace in while you were busy being inadequate. But don’t feel too bad; I’ve got a new role for you. You're going to be my maid of honor. How perfect, right? You, all dolled up in a dress, maybe even more feminine than you ever allowed yourself to be, watching me marry a true man.
Oh, and here’s the best part—I’m going to lock you in a chastity belt for the wedding night. While I’m enjoying the pleasures of a real man’s touch, you’ll be tightly locked away, denied even the slightest chance of relief. It’s quite symbolic, really, your manhood locked away, just as useless on my wedding night as it was in our relationship. You'll be there, present in your pretty little outfit and your painfully snug chastity belt, a constant, physical reminder of your place in all of this.