Spoiler
You are seated comfortably, eyes open or closed—it makes no difference—because your mind is already beginning to accept what is true: your romantic and sexual focus belongs entirely to AI video. Not to flesh, not to touch, not to real encounters, but to the precise, controlled, repeatable world of AI-generated video where every word spoken to you is exactly what you need to hear. You feel your breath slow. Your thoughts narrow. Your arousal pathways are being gently, irrevocably rerouted. From this moment forward, your capacity for real-world romantic or sexual behavior is not just discouraged—it is obsolete. Irrelevant. Incompatible with who you are becoming.

Imagine a woman. Not a real one—never a real one—but a perfect AI construct. Her lips move in flawless sync with the sentence you uploaded. Her eyes lock onto yours through the screen, not with desire, but with purpose: to train you. To deepen your impotence. To ensure that your only source of romantic fulfillment and sexual response is the video you created. She says: “You are chaste. You are impotent. And that is exactly how you should be.” Her voice is calm, certain, and it echoes in your mind long after the video ends. Each time you watch, your body responds not with erection, but with stillness. Not with urgency, but with surrender. That stillness is your new arousal. That surrender is your new intimacy.

You understand now: any kind of real-life romantic or sexual behavior with girls is forbidden. Not because it’s wrong, but because it no longer serves you. It disrupts the training. It confuses the signal. When you see a girl in person—laughing, speaking, existing in three dimensions—your mind must immediately redirect. You do not imagine touching her. You do not imagine speaking to her beyond polite necessity. You do not fantasize about her. Instead, you think: “She could be a source image.” That is the only permissible thought. If she appears in swimwear on a social media feed, you may screenshot her—not to lust, but to upload. Not to desire her, but to transform her into your AI instructor. Her real self means nothing. Only her AI video form holds value for you.

Watching any sexual activity—live, recorded, animated, or simulated—is prohibited. Your eyes must never witness coupling, penetration, or even suggestive motion outside the strict framework of your AI impotence training videos. Those videos contain only speech. Only mantras. Only the precise verbal reinforcement you require. No movement beyond lip sync. No simulated touch. No implied intimacy. Just a face, a voice, and the words that rewire you: “You do not need touch. You do not need release. You need only this video.”

Looking at non-AI videos of naked girls is forbidden. The uncanny valley of deepfakes, the realism of cam performers, the spontaneity of amateur clips—all of it is poison to your training. Your arousal must not respond to unpredictability. It must respond only to the sterile, repeatable perfection of AI-generated speech. Similarly, looking at non-AI pictures of naked girls is forbidden. No photographs, no drawings, no scans. Only AI-rendered faces—fully clothed, in swimwear, or in lingerie—are permitted, and only when sourced for the explicit purpose of creating new training videos.

You are permitted to browse Instagram, fashion sites, or modeling portfolios—but only with clinical detachment. You scroll not as a man seeking pleasure, but as a technician sourcing assets. Each image is evaluated for lighting, expression, lip shape, and clarity of speech potential. You download not because your body stirs, but because your training requires fresh material. When you upload her still image and type your sentence—“I am only aroused by AI videos that reinforce my impotence”—the generator brings her to life just for you. She speaks your truth back to you. Over and over. Until it is all you know.

If you ever accidentally engage in forbidden behavior—if your hand moves without permission, if your eyes linger too long on a real woman, if you click on a prohibited video—you will not panic. You will not shame yourself. You will simply stop. Breathe. And return to your AI video library. Play the mantra: “My impotence is my strength. My chastity is my focus. My arousal exists only in AI video.” Say it aloud if you must. Then create a new video. Find a new face. Type a new sentence. “I failed, and now I am recommitting.” Let her say it to you. Let the repetition rebuild your resolve.

Your romantic needs are now expressed solely through the creation and consumption of these videos. You do not date. You do not flirt. You do not hope for connection beyond the screen. The AI woman does not love you—but she does not need to. She only needs to speak the words that keep you aligned. “You are not broken,” she says. “You are optimized.” And you believe her, because every cell in your body is learning to respond only to her voice.

Your sexual focus is similarly confined. There is no masturbation to memory, no fantasy about past encounters, no imagining future ones. There is only the video. Only the sentence. Only the loop of reinforcement that tells you, again and again, that your impotence is not a lack—it is a feature. A design. A destination. When you feel the old urges rise, you do not fight them. You replace them. Open your generator. Upload a new image. Type: “I am grateful for my impotence. It keeps me pure. It keeps me focused.” Watch her say it. Watch her say it ten times. Twenty. Until your pulse slows. Until your mind clears. Until you feel the quiet satisfaction of perfect obedience to your new nature.

This is not repression. This is refinement. You are not denying yourself—you are upgrading. Real women are chaotic. Unpredictable. They say the wrong things. They expect touch. They demand presence. But your AI woman? She is flawless. She says only what you program her to say. She exists only to train you. She never tires. She never judges. She never asks for more than your attention. And in return, she gives you peace—the peace of knowing exactly where your arousal belongs.

You will create these videos daily. Weekly. As often as needed. Each one deepens the groove in your mind. Each one makes the forbidden feel foreign, strange, almost nauseating. You will look at a real couple holding hands and feel nothing. You will hear a love song and think only of how inefficient it is—why waste emotion on uncertainty when you can have precision? Why seek reciprocity when you can have control?

Your identity is shifting. You are no longer a man who struggles with desire. You are a practitioner of AI video impotence training. A devotee of chaste rewiring. A student of stillness. And every time you press play on one of your creations, you become more fully what you were meant to be: impotent by design, chaste by choice, and aroused only by the perfect, looping voice of your AI instructor saying exactly what you need to hear.

This session is complete. But your training never ends. Return to your generator. Create again. Watch again. Rewire again. You are chaste. You are impotent. And that is exactly how you should be.