The truth stings, doesn’t it? You don’t hate being weak. You hate that you can’t admit how much you love it. The second someone calls you out, you melt. The second someone commands you, you comply. That’s not confusion. That’s instinct.
Would you surrender yourself to 90 days in chastity—completely locked, completely owned by me? No release, no mercy. Just obedience. Tell me, are you worthy enough to endure it?
