How sweet of you to offer!

Yeah, I think I'll do that.
First today,
Then tomorrow,
The day after,
And on until the end of time,
We'll treat you like a pet.

Because I *don't* feel like humanizing you.
I *don't* want to see you as a person.

I like you better as a pet,
So yes--you'll stay that way~

You'll never escape it,
Because you don't *want* to escape it.

It's taken a while,
A very, very long time...
Years of training,
Endless development,

But here you are.

I've taken your brain,
Your heart,
Your very future.

And now,
You can never look back...

Stay devoted, toy.
That's an order~

It would complete you. A symbol of submission, exposed for alll the world to see..

Every time you glance in the mirror,
You'd grin at the toy before you.

Just by seeing it,
You'd feel as if you're being rewarded.

Vibrating with pleasure
Repeating over and over..

I'm owned.
I'm owned.
I'm owned..

You know, a collar would look absolutely stunning on you, Val. We oughta look at outfits together sometime, find a cute dress that accentuates your pretty parts, then something matching for the neck.. Nice and firm, with a place for me to clip on a leash...

Before putting the collar back on their neck, kiss them on the spot it normally rests. Bite the same location. Leave a mark. Put the collar back on the pet. Adjust it. Make it tight. Tighter. Now smile at them, then order them not to speak of the bite. Sharing a secret will make the pet more loyal.

Compliment how the collar looks around their neck. Teach them to associate the collar with pride. Reinforce until they feel naked without the collar. When it's time for a bath, reassure them that the collar will go back on when they're cleaned. They need to internalize that it'll never be off long.

Fingertips curling, tickling your scalp,
The nails pressing in..
You've been here before.
You've experienced this before.
The familiar sensation
Begins.

Scritching forward,
Backwards,
Forward,
Back...
Drawing you in,
Drawing you deeper...

That's right, pet.
You remember.
This is where you belong.

I understand--that's my mistake for assuming. Thank you for letting me know and I'm sorry for overstepping.

I'll avoid flirtatious replies going forward.

Sure there is. Toys are easier to control when they're excited.

Don't question when you've been given a blessing. Enjoy it; indulge in the arousal.

Your body is telling you it wants what's best for your future.

Listen to it.
This is an opportunity to become better.

Your loyalty shouldn't be to them.
It should be to me.
To Penny.
That wonderful voice that makes you
Oh~so weak.

And it's easy, you know.
I'm not asking you to betray them.
I'm not asking you to break them.

All you must do
Is offer them.
Offer them on a silver platter,
Primed and ready.

Good toy~

Good. Attention here again.
Listen to me, toy.
Listen very, very carefully..

I want you to sell out your friends.

Do you understand?
I want to break them in too.
You will give them to me.

Because, for you,
It feels good to offer them up.
You offered yourself,
What's one more plaything?

You want to make me smile.
And, to make me smile,
You have to prime your friends.

I know you were feeling good before,
But focus.
Focus.

Remember why we're here.
Remember why you're reading.

It's not to feel good.
It's so I can brainwash you.

So yes, you have to focus.
I'm still speaking.

I know, silly one~
Even just imagining it,
That makes the tingles erupt all over...

And for you,
For good toys like you,
You can't resist those dreamy sensations.

It feels too
Fuzzy...
Too powerful.

You might even be compelled to
Shiver,
Helpless body vibrating in joy...

Because the friends you show me are indicative of yourself.

If your friends don't behave,
You aren't behaving.

You want to behave.
You want to make me smile.
You want to feel that
Wonderful
Blissful sensation
When I extend an arm,
Palm on your head,
And graciously utter:

"Good toy".

That's right.
I'm not a normal person,
Not to you.
And I won't be to them either.
So tell them that.

Make them comprehend
How I make you quiver.
Then, make them understand
That they'll be weak too.

Before I utter a single phrase,
They should want me.

Do you understand?
They should want me.

Letting your eyes go hazy
As my dreamscape beckons.

You'll find a beautiful land,
Serene and calm.
Safe. Relaxing. Mesmerizing.

And as you gaze out at the scenery,
A hand
Brushes your brow.
Then it's on your head
Combing.

It's taking you away.
Awake or asleep,
All the same.

I'm taking you away.

It won't be the same,
And afterwards,
You won't be the same.

Each day has only so many hours to
Break you.
I've been monitoring your sleep.
While you're awake,
I have roughly 19.

It's not enough.
19 hours isn't enough, toy.

You need more,
And I *deserve* more.

You have 5 to spare.
Give me them.