That thing's basement

*sigh* i guess you'll have to do. No, no, no, shhhhh. It's okay little one. It's okay. Come here, let me see your arm.

If I say you‘re a dog, you get on all fours and bark. If I say you‘re my doormat, you let me step on you, and hump my shoes clean. If I tell you that you‘re not worth sleeping in a bed, you sleep on the ground. You do wherever the fuck I order you to. If I tell you that you‘re a fuck doll, you drop to you knees and open your mouth. If I tell you, you‘re my servant, you bow in front of me.

You‘re also supposed to do everything I say.

Please tell me what I am. Redefine me. Use me.

Make me something less than a human. An animal. An object. Dehumanise me. Objectify me.

Grind your boot in my face as I lose every ounce of my dignity and accept that I'm whatever you tell me to be.

“This is the first level,” I say with a click of the remote. You jump a little, your hands flying to the shock collar locked around your neck.

“And levels 5… 8… 11.” I click the remote three more times. The last click gets a squealing whimper from you.

The device goes up to level 30.

You look at me with wide eyes, the truth of your inescapable fate shining back at me as you hold back tears.

I smile at you. Moving my finger towards the button, I watch your body tense, anticipating the pain. You’re a funny little thing.

“Here’s the deal,” I start explaining. “You will be shocked each time you forget your place. Each correction will get progressively more painful.”

“You stand on two feet instead of crawl? Shock. You speak without first being spoken to? Shock. You raise your eyes to meet mine? Shock. You make me repeat myself? Shock. Your hands drift anywhere near that needy cunt of yours? Three shocks.”

“The collar will stay locked around your neck until I’m confident you’re adequately trained.”

“Yes, Miss,” you say quietly.

Losing any last control you pretended to have over your life.

Reduced to a toy for your new owner to play with and break until they get bored.

Why does that thought make your traitorous little cunt clench as your hand rubs faster?

It's just a fantasy your indulging in, right?

It's just a game, taking pictures and writing regarding messages you'll never send~

Puppy, is keepd

-not allowed on furniture. remain standing or kneel on the floor, no sitting

-not allowed to make eye contact 

-being silenced immediately every time they try to speak 

-casual manhandling, being dragged alone because they’re not trusted to move by themselves 

-casual, nonconsensual touch. randomly pulling them closer, absently playing with hair, manually adjusting their posture

-giving orders without explanation 

-giving orders they know are arbitrary, just to exercise power

-talking about them like they aren’t even in the room 

-authorizing other people to monitor and control them

-being kept in restraints 24/7, with movement restricted even further in their downtime 

-degrading their natural behaviors and reflexes. stare is creepy, smile is ugly, flinching is disrespectful, etc…

-putting down their hobbies/interests