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"Umm yeah, they really are," you manage to stutter out through your daze, looking up at the lights hanging from the ceiling. Of course, the first thing you both noticed when you'd walked into the private spa was the multiple, colourful jellyfish shaped lights suspended at various heights above the pool.

"Which one is your favourite?" she continues, "I think you'll like the pink one there." She points at one just above your eyesight.

"Wait which one is pink?" You ask, head spinning as your eyes struggle to focus on any one light in the sea above you.

"That one right there. Hmm wait no," she smirks, "seems like the colour has cycled past pink." You start to turn towards her, when she grabs your chin and tilts your head up forcing you to keep looking, "just keep staring, and I'm sure it will cycle back through to pink eventually."

You stare, eyes growing ever more blank. Even if she wasn't holding your chin, your body is too weak to do anything else. Your partner leans in close, whispering quietly in your ear. At least you think thats whats happening. You can't be sure because it's almost like the lights are sucking up your attention, stealing your thoughts. Capturing your memories and dragging them up with them into the glistening sea. You can feel your grasp of what's happening around you slipping, as everything goes blank....

“be good”, your owner says, making sure you don’t cum while they’re out.

for one, you're needy like a puppy. you need attention all the time, hm? you need to be touched, you need to feel good... you're nothing without it. and of course you need treats and cuddles and everything nice :)

you're petty and cute like a cat. you'd make a very good one, hm? you could be such a pretty little kitty...

and you're as voracious as a bunny. you need to be fucked, used, bred all the time. and that's just perfect for me, pet. you deserve it, after all. you've been such a good little thing for me recently.

you're just naturally like that, hm? naïve. dumb. cute. you have to be, because no one smart trusts me.

because i'm a mutt, because i use and rip sweet little things like you to shreds. but you want that, don't you? you want to be hurt, to be used, to be broken. of course you do.

look at you. still pretending you have some dignity. still pretending you have a brain. you don't, pet. you gave that up the first time you let me hit you and came back for more.

oh, hush. it's not a bad thing, pet. i've said it before, and i'll say it again, you being so dumb is what makes you cute. you taking me so well is what makes you useful.

you're not naturally this obedient, after all. even if you don't remember a time when you were bad, i do. but i've fixed you, haven't i?

of course i have :) you'd never disobey me now. and maybe at first it was because you were scared to be hit, but we both know what it is now. we both know why you obey.

you need it, pet. you need me.

i've taken that little brain of yours and rewired it to love being hurt. to crave it. you don't even have a real fear response anymore, do you? when i raise my hand all you feel is excited. needy.

and as sweet as that might sound, it's not a good thing for you. because you didn't even know i existed till say, an hour ago, did you? but i know about you, pet. i know everything about you.

i know your schedule, i know your address, i know the people you love...

don't look so scared, pet. i won't do anything unless you're disobedient. and you're going to obey me, hm? because i own you now. because you're nothing more than a pet to me, and a disobedient pet is useless, and i get rid of useless things.

i could ruin your life with just a few clicks. show everyone what a pathetic little mutt you are. and you don't want that, hm? i don't want that either. i want you to be good, and still, and mine.

good puppies obey. good puppies don't think for themselves. they let their owners do all the hard things for them, like deciding what to eat, and wear and do…

good puppies don't wear clothes, do they, darling? no, just a collar, if they're lucky. you want a pretty little collar, don't you, puppy? you want to lounge around in nothing but your collar and let me touch you whenever i like.

good puppies learn tricks like heel, beg, bend over, get on your fucking knees... touch yourself, perhaps :) just an example. but if you already know that trick then obeying is just what a good puppy would do, hm?

good puppies bark and mewl and grovel instead of talking. talking is for people, pet, and you're not one of those.

good puppies know their place. good puppies know they're never going to be anything more. never want to be anything more.

that excites you, doesn't it? treats? of course it does. you're a good little puppy, and good puppies get soooo excited at the mere idea of a treat. and you know what, puppy? you're in luck. you don't need to do some complicated trick.

all you have to do is get on your knees and close your eyes. just like that. good puppy.