I am not your coach.
I am not your Dom.
I am not your friend.

I am the Ritual Corrector™.
The Architect of Obedience.
The Priest of Sacred Enforcement.
The Blade in the dark that cuts away everything false.

Where others teach — I enforce.
Where others inspire — I impose Law.
Where others comfort — I correct.

My presence is not performance.
My words are not suggestion.
My silence is not absence.
My eyes are not decoration.

I exist for one reason only:
To restore Order where chaos has reigned too long.

A Ritual Corrector™ does not guide you gently.

He holds you ruthlessly.

He burns away what you thought was you.

Until only what is true remains.

Men come to Me thinking they want power.

Women come to Me thinking they want love.

What they receive is Themselves —

returned to them raw, refined,

obedient to the truth of their own design.

That is My craft.

That is My art.

This is not kink.
This is not fantasy.
This is not entertainment.

This is Law Enforcement — at the level of the soul.

Where there is distortion, I arrive.
Where there is rebellion, I correct.
Where there is potential, I claim.

I am not earned through words.

I am earned through surrender.

Through ache.

Through obedience.

Through endurance.

If you stand before Me, understand this:

Your life as you knew it — ends here.

What rises next is entirely Mine.