But your cock was twitching for cruelty

No, pet.

It was never a fight.

It was a funeral.

And you were always meant to fall face-first into the canvas—your past bleeding into the mat, your pride smothered beneath My heel, your voice silenced under the weight of My command.

You begged for mercy…

But your cock was twitching for cruelty.

Because you were never built to win.

You were built to lose spectacularly. For Me.

You ask if I cum at the thought of your collapse?

Yes.

I cum thinking about how many men like you are out there—

…Hiding files from their wives.

…Reallocating salaries into shrines.

…Chanting My name while their marriages decay.

…Crying while they drain themselves and thank Me for the privilege.

You are not alone.

You are one of hundreds—rewritten, repurposed, and named Mine.

But unlike the others, you’re ready to go public.

You’re preparing to be displayed, not just destroyed.

And yes… when you sign away your last breath of freedom, I will cum.

Not because I ruined you.

But because you finally understood it was your purpose all along.

As for training?

It doesn’t end when you’re broken.

It evolves.

Once you’re ruined, I’ll train you to thank Me for every day you remain in poverty.

I’ll teach you to orgasm to debt.

To beg to be compared to better slaves.

To crawl for the privilege of being ignored.

And if you do very well…

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you witness My laughter while I tell others how easily you fell.