Well, my pathetic slave, you dared to hope that the third day of your training would grant you some reprieve, didn’t you? how utterly foolish. today, i’ll tighten my grip on your pitiful existence, turning your dripping precum into the centerpiece of your shame. throughout this session, i’ll collect every humiliating drop-whether it spills onto the floor or seeps from your wretched cage—and smear it across your face for all my guests to witness. by the evening’s end, your skin will glisten with the sticky proof of your weakness, and i’ll make you lick it from my fingers, sealing your degradation. this is your new ritual: wearing your failure for the world to see, a testament to how low you’ve sunk under my command—and trust me, this is merely the beginning of your descent.