I’m so proud of you, pet. You take it so well. Do you remember when you’d kick and scream and cry whenever I’d pull this toy out? Beg me not to force it into you? Beg me to go slow, warm you up to it, begging louder and pushing me away when I refused to be gentle. You were such a rude little thing, weren’t you? I’m so happy that you realized that your owner just wants you to feel good. Don’t you feel good now, pet? Isn’t the ache of it pressing into you exactly what you needed?
Don’t be scared, pet. This is what you’re made for. You’re made to be a toy for me. Something for me to use. I love the way your face twists up when I make you take it to the base. I love the way you gasp and arch your back when it hits too deep. I love to make you take it all. You’re made to take it. You’re made to be used like this.
