Now that you can stop pretending you’re really “straight” and that you really prefer women, you can also stop pretending you’re any kind of man.
You’re my bitch, now.
I prefer my bitches in stockings, panties and high-heels, so get used to it.
Over time I’ll also introduce you to corsets and permanent chastity and you’ll star wearing a steel collar permanently around your neck.
You’re the bitch in this relationship. You need to come to terms with it as should all your family and friends.
Over time you’ll learn to live with the shame.
But at least you can stop living a lie,
This is what you are, faggot, so just enjoy the feel of the girlie clothes whilst I fill you with a man’s juices and pump the last delusions of masculinity out of you.
So blessed that my life has taken this turn and I can embrace being a faggot.
Nicely done treatment for the denied and caged exmale