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Thanks for responding, friend.

I received your reply yesterday, and it was the push I needed to continue. I realized that the slave is lucky to be able to serve this wonderful master, and that he undoubtedly has a plan to transform him.

So, that night, the slave sent a message to the master and asked if he would like the slave to serve him. The truth is it was also for his own benefit. The master keeps the keys to the chastity cage, and since the slave wanted to ride his bike the next day, he thought if he went to his house, he could ask him for the keys over the weekend. This way, the slave could take off his cage and ride more comfortably, avoiding the pinching he suffers from time.

Just before he left, the slave received your reply and, to be transparent with the master, sent him the letter.

I don't think I can ever thank you enough for the reply you sent me, as that night was the most wonderful in many years. After washing the dishes and receiving a few spankings, the master spoke with the slave. The first thing he told him was to always remember the last sentence of the written reply. "There are plenty of faggots out there who would be happy to serve this Alpha in this position. If I were you, I'd stop complaining and learn to love SERVING."

Then the master showed him the printed letter the slave had written. The master had underlined in different colors how many times he had referred to the slave in the first person and how many times he had spoken of the master. The difference was abysmal. The slave only thought about himself, not about the master or what he might want. The slave understood the lesson. Then the master ordered him to kneel in front of him while he masturbated. He told him to take a vibrator he had already prepared and place it on the cage. The master instructed him to cum before the master did. If he didn't, the slave would be in serious trouble.

There was no problem. A few minutes later, a pool of semen appeared on the floor. It was an almost mystical experience. After many years of reading about ruined orgasms, the slave had one. Some would say a ruined orgasm is very frustrating, but at that moment the slave didn't feel frustration; he felt completely blissful. He had reached his first ruined orgasm, on his knees, watching his master masturbate.

Immediately afterward, the master ordered him to lick the mess he had left on the floor. As the slave was finishing his task, the master also spilled his semen on the floor so the slave could scoop it up with his tongue.

Never had the slave entered such a deep subspace of submission and servitude.

After a few minutes, the master told the slave that if he wanted the keys, he must take the glass of the master's frozen urine, which contained the keys, out of the refrigerator. He just had to lick it and get the keys. The slave had already had to do this once, and it was very hard. It's hard to lick a piece of ice off the master's dog's food bowl and have it melted. The slave was, as always, torn between two decisions, and neither was a good one. The master loves to ask the slave to choose between several options, all of them bad and difficult.

In the end, the slave remembered that the master had told him he should always wear the cage. The slave made the decision to remain caged all weekend.

The master was pleased that the slave recognized that this was what the master wanted and, therefore, this was what the slave should desire. It was already late, and the master allowed the slave to return home. That night, the master gave him one more task: the slave was to write a text indicating the most important thing he had learned during the past few weeks.

The slave was happy. Then came a difficult night of continuous erection attempts that tormented him. He spent the night absorbing everything that had happened and understanding, for the first time, that he was on the right path.

All thanks for your response. Thank you so much.