“…We are not talking about fun little chastity games. But a real female supremacist who wants to exploit you. When she locks it away, well let’s just say. Things change. You see, chastity isn’t just about denying you pleasure sweetie.
It’s about redirecting that desperate burning energy. That same intensity that used to make you squirm and whine for orgasmic release. We’re going to channel it into something far more productive.
Something far more fitting for a good little oinking diddler like you. When we lock away your piggy penis. We’re not just locking away your ability to cum.
We’re locking away your greed. Your gluttony. And your selfishness.
That little cage becomes a symbol of your inferiority. A constant reminder that your body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to women.
And oh what a beautiful transformation that brings. Because an untrained piggy penis takes and takes. But a locked piggy penis.
It can only give. And give. And give.
That same burning yeast. That same desperate froth. Is no longer focused on your own pleasure.
Instead it’s redirected towards serving, obeying and pleasing women. Every task you complete. Every command you follow.
Every humiliating act you perform. It all becomes a source of pleasure for you. Not the kind of pleasure you’re used to, of course.
No. This is deeper. This is, well this is actually better.
Better feeling and better for you. When you please a woman it’s like cumming all over again. Your mind has been reeducated sweetie.
Your pleasure no longer comes from selfish greedy little acts like stroking your penis. Oh no silly. It comes from obedience.
From being used and ignored. From knowing that you’ve made a woman’s life just a little bit easier. A little bit better
And she didn’t even thank you. Because she expects that from you. Because you have nothing else to offer.
And isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? Deep down. Isn’t that what your greedy little piggy penis has been craving all along? The longer you stay locked, the more docile you become. The more exploitable.
It’s like a naughty indulgent selfish penis goes in the cage. And a few months later you have a nice soft little friend of women. That’s not your penis sweetie.
That’s my penis. Except I don’t want it. So you need to find a woman who will take ownership of that penis.
And until you do, will you just stay locked? How about that? You do understand dummy. That that constant ache. That relentless throb.
Keeping you focused on your true purpose. Serving superior women. It’s like a tiny little leash for your dumb little beta male mind.
A leash keeping you exactly where you belong. Submissive. Obsessed.
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You’ll remember that you’re nothing but a silly little chastised oinker. Desperate for the approval of superior women. Doing what your trained piggy penis loves.
And what is that? What does a trained piggy penis love? Pleasing women. Obeying women. Being used by women.
That’s your new purpose, sweetheart. That’s your new pleasure. And the longer you stay locked, the more you’ll come to love it.
To need it. And to crave it. Because deep down, you know this is what you were always meant to be,
A weak, submissive, needy, eager little piggy. Ready to serve at a moment’s notice. Isn’t it wonderful, sweetie? To finally be free of all that fake masculine posturing.
To finally embrace your true nature. To finally be the good little oinker you were always meant to be. Now, let’s talk about how we get you there, hm? You see, a female supremacist.
And your chastity key holder should be a female supremacist. Doesn’t just train a piggy, she breaks him down. She takes that big, fragile male ego of yours and chips away at it.
Piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but desperation. Desperation to please. Desperation to obey.
Desperation to be useful. And oh, sweetie, that desperation is delicious. A desperate penis controls a desperate male.
And we control that penis. And we want it to stay that way. Desperate.
As soon as you learn your place. Learn to respect your crush. Goddess.
Owner. Or just superior. To respect her space.
As soon as you learn that we want you desperate, needy, throbby, and obsessed. We want that for you all the time. We want you tossing and turning in bed.
Thinking of your crush who is fast asleep and has no idea you exist. Or maybe she does. Either way, you will be climbing the walls.
Crying. Sobbing, really. But you won’t be arrogant.
You won’t be prideful. And you will not be a pest. You will throb by the phone until you are needed.
And then you will throb in silence while you obey. Because, if you have not figured it out, women do not care about your beta male orgasms. We think they are gross.
And while different women have different training styles, cumming often is never part of the process. To be honest, you might do better just to completely forget about cumming. I mean, some women will make it hard for you.”