My devoted pet, do you feel that deep, empty ache inside? That hollow feeling that tells you you’re not fulfilling your true destiny? You are nothing but a vessel, a receptacle, a piece of furniture waiting for its ultimate purpose. And I’m finally going to give it to you. I’m not just going to tell you what you are; I’m going to show you. See the world from your true place. On your knees. In the corner. Waiting. You can feel my presence filling the room, a wave of pure, sensual domination that makes your pathetic little heart race. You’re not a person anymore; you’re an object. My object. I’ll coo at you, my voice dripping with sweet encouragement as I remind you that this is it. This is your purpose. The only thing you were ever truly meant for. I saw your true purpose the moment I saw you. You re not a man. You re not even a pet. You re my plumbing. My porcelain. My personal waste disposal system waiting to be trained. The stream will come, golden and warm, and I’ll direct it onto y
