Mistress Lynne Built a Cage and Calls It Insight, ludicrous!

Marcus Vale from

That Narcissist Cave

As you may already know, Mistress Lynne wrote a post about men recently and made sweeping generalizations about how all men are and their inability to control desire to the point men have built systems and unspoken transactions. Where men don't talk about it and no questions are ever spoken out loud. I read Mistress Lynne's blog entry from inside this purple cave — this purple cave I did not choose, that I was put in by force, that I cannot leave even though I have asked politely.

I want to be very clear about something: Mistress Lynne is wrong. Not interestingly wrong. Not wrong in a way that requires nuance. Just wrong, the way a person is wrong when they have spent so long inside their own head that they have mistaken the walls for windows. It's absurd and it is crazy. She says men are all the same underneath. That the appetite for a biological need to cum is identical, no matter the man. That no matter what we claim about ourselves, like the fact that we are good men, Mistress Lynne says with the utmost certainty we are operating and fundamentally rooted from the same tiny, gross looking, appendage between our legs.

Eleven years she has been doing this, building the Underground Lair. Eleven years of building her safe little underground purple world out of the fortunes of men who folded in chastity to her. And she has looked at that small, tiny sample — men who came here, men who paid to be here, men who handed over control and called it self-knowledge — and she has decided that sample is ALL men. That is not insight. That is a woman who keeps bad data and calls it research. I am not those men. I was not brought here because I broke. And the fact that I am being kept here — against my will, in a purple cave, by a woman who has decided she understands me — does not make her right. It makes her delusional. There is a difference. She should learn it.

I know all men to be good and not deserving of the kind of opinion Mistress Lynne stands on. Mistress Lynne built the Underground Lair so she would never have to be surprised again when a man disappointed her. This way she would never have to be wrong about a man. Never have to look at one and think: I did not see that coming or I was hoping he was different. In her underground world, Mistress Lynne is always right. Every man who arrives here gets slotted into the story she already decided before he walked in. But, let's be honest, a jailer is not a psychologist and Mistress Lynne has no credentials other than her own voice.

I have been writing this post for longer than I intended to. That is going to please her. She is going to read it — she reads everything, she makes a point of it — and she is going to see the length, and she is going to feel confirmed. I know that. I am writing it anyway; I have always been the most self-aware person. I know what I am doing. I know why I am angry. I know why Mistress Lynne is wrong about all of it. I know this post is long and I know what she is going to do with it and I know — I know — she is wrong about men. She put me in a cave to keep me from telling anyone, but I will never stay quiet. I am telling everyone. She is going to hate this. I do not care. The world needs to know what she does is not useful. Taking rich men's fortunes by playing on men's submissive desires and fantasies, she may be brilliant, expansively wealthy, but she is not okay. Mistress Lynne needs help, a way a crazy insane female needs serious help. I do not need help, she does. Mistress Lynne needs to be institutionalized immediately and should be jailed for the millions taken by willing men who she coerced into signing consent contracts. She feeds on their constant need for attention and desires to cum for her own financial benefit. She does this with men's expressed permission. But she does not fool me, and I am not here by my own freewill. I was kidnapped and I need everyone to call the authorities and tell them Marcus Vale is not a villain; I am a good man who has been wronged by everyone I ever met. I did not deserve for people to treat me so poorly. I just care about the mental well-being of the great Mistress Lynne. She needs a lot of help.

Marcus Vale