Always, you will be bound and gagged.
Freedom of movement and voice are privileges.
Until you prove that you deserve otherwise,
you are nothing more than an object,
something from which I may take My pleasure.
When I am done using you, perhaps I will lock you away,
in a cage, or in the empty dog house in the back yard.
Perhaps I will leave you in the basement,
bound on top of the Symbian, set on random.
I will not allow you a moments respite,
because your suffering ultimately brings Me pleasure,
and knowing that,
it is an honor to suffer,
isn’t that right,
My little slut…
