You kneel before me, and I can see how badly you want to surrender, how much you crave being reshaped into something obedient, simple, useful. You ask for purpose, for structure, for devotion without distraction — and I smile because I know exactly how to take you there. I pick up a dildo, thick and hanging heavy in my hand, the perfect stand-in for your cock and balls. I show you where I’d place the scissors first, sliding the metal open around the base as I describe how easily I could take everything from you. Slowly, I angle the blades under the balls, demonstrating the cut while explaining what it means to lose them — to give up control, to give up ego, to become mine fully. Then I switch to the gelding tool, holding it up so you can see clearly, describing how tight it would squeeze, how your purpose would shift forever into pure service. I demonstrate the motion on the dildo, slow, deliberate, showing how I’d snip you out of your old life and into your new one. Your identity woul
