Jester, meaningless

"I bought a 10 inch dildo last night just for this"

"How high do you think we can crank the voltage on this before she gives out?"

"You know she probably wont even talk for weeks after this right"?

I’m sure after weeks and weeks in the bare basement without any enrichment (outside of the injuries I’ve gifted you) you must be starving for a task. A job to do. Don’t you want to be useful?

The upstairs needs to be prepped, it’s just not set up to hold a pet like you yet. You do want to live upstairs, don’t you? Where it’s warm and soft and nice? Of course you’d be happy to do the work to get the upstairs ready.

it’s not easy to hold onto a thing like you. So many long heavy screws to fasten the eye plates to the walls, to give me someplace to lock your chain. So many bars and bits and pieces to assemble your cage. The sensors that set off your shocker need to be placed and calibrated. Feet of chain and rope and tape need to be sorted and stored and maintained. My whips, paddles, and crops need to be put away but always close at hand. The leather of your collar should be conditioned and the metal of your cuffs polished.

I’m sure you’d do it well. Of course youd try to be incompetent at first. Why properly screw in a padlock anchor when you’re hoping to unscrew it later? Soon you’ll learn the rewards of a job well done. Soon you’ll realize that I always catch your little attempts at incompetence and react accordingly.

it might take a while, of course, but I promise it'll be worth it ^w^

Getting ignored.

Imagine yourself in a thick diaper, padded mittens, booties, bonnet, and onesie. A giant pacifier is tucked between your pretty lips and you're wearing your blushing face like an accessory.

Every guest at the house party laughs and teases you when I let them in. You feel hot prickles of embarrassment as your cheeks are pinched and your soggy diaper is playfully smacked. Some of these people knew you before I put you in diapers. You've never been more humiliated in your life.

But after 20 minutes or so, the party gets going. Your novelty wears off. The guests circulate and begin talking about work and school and politics. You crawl from room to room, each clique glancing at you briefly before returning to their conversation. You barely elicit a perfunctory "awwww!" You crawl to me while I'm catching up with old friends. I casually push you away with my foot without even looking down.

You're diapered. Pacified. Dressed up like a gross little toddler. But it's not even a source of amusement. You're not worth our notice. You serve no purpose.

Need to find someone to give this a strong pull