Free CruelGirlfriend Chastity Video Preview

Oh my god, you seriously thought that you and I?... Really? You actually mistook the ‘attention' I've been giving you for... a relationship? Haha! That's absolutely fucking hilarious! It wasn't ‘attention', idiot - I was letting you hang around me so you could do my chores and run all my errands! Honestly - me, dating someone like you? The very idea is so ridiculous - it's almost fucking insulting! I thought I'd made it perfectly clear that you were firmly in the friend zone - or perhaps more accurately, the 'slave zone.' I mean, I've had you doing my laundry, cleaning my apartment, basically acting as my personal unpaid assistant, and somehow in your warped little fantasy-mind that translated into 'girlfriend.' How delusional are you, huh? We need to get this straight right now because your confusion is frankly embarrassing for both of us. You need to understand with every fibre of your being that I am most definitely NOT your girlfriend. I am your fucking OWNER. You are property, a utility, nothing more than a tool I use. And it's about time you adjusted your perception of our dynamic and accepted your real role in my life.<br><br> Let me spell it out for your tiny, deluded mind in very simple terms. I've been training you, meticulously shaping you into the perfect simp, a slave, my personal piece of property. Do you honestly think I keep you around for sex? For dates? Or even just to hang out and chat? Please, don't make me laugh. You are here to serve, and serve only. Your sole purpose is to make my life easier, to cater to my every whim and demand. You're here to do my laundry, to meticulously tidy my panty drawer, to scrub my bathroom until it fucking gleams. You're here to drive me to my actual dates with real men, and then pick me up afterwards without a single complaint. You are not a boyfriend; you are being used, thoroughly and completely. There is no affection, no romance, no equality in this arrangement whatsoever. You exist solely to fulfil my needs, to be my chore-bitch, my errand-boy, my personal servant. Get it through your thick skull once and for all: you are property, and properties don't have relationships. <br><br>So, you've obviously got the completely wrong idea about us, and now you've made things incredibly awkward for everyone. Knowing that you've been harbouring these gross thoughts, these retarded little fantasies of us being some kind of couple, it's just... fucking weird. You can't be hanging around me anymore getting those pathetic admiration-boners, thinking there's even a remote chance of anything more happening between us. That kind of pathetic hope needs to be crushed, permanently. Which brings me to your new reality: you need to be locked in chastity immediately. And not just for my peace of mind, but especially because my actual, real boyfriend will absolutely expect you to be securely locked if you're going to be touching my panties, or anything else of mine for that matter. It's for your own good, really - to prevent any further embarrassing misunderstandings about your status. Your pathetic little cock needs to be contained, controlled, and rendered utterly harmless, maybe then you'll forget all about the disgusting ideas you ever had about you and I being together - revolting!