I would love sliding a cable of mine into your ear, feeling it plug right into your brain. Of course, you doubt anything will happen at first but when I’m injecting you with hours and hours of brainwashing footage, and I see you drooling so happy and dumb like that, I don’t think you have much of a mind left to doubt anything anymore, isn’t that right toy?~
Okay so everyone talks about forced feminization, but what about voluntary feminization? Oh, you want help with your makeup? I’ll sit on your lap and do it for you. You’re hard? Oh well that’s probably just a coincidence, no biggie.
You wanna go shopping? That’s so fun! We can hit the mall and try on clothes together. You need help in the changing room? Oh baby I can see how hard you are under that dress! Be careful not to make a mess, don’t wanna ruin it.
You wanna go out all dressed up together? Yippee!! Let’s go drinking! Oh but you drank a little too much princess….oh you like when I call you that? You look so pretty tonight y'know? Oh you’re hard again, does being a pretty girl for me excite you? Just keep being good for me and you can always be my pretty girl
You may have them fooled, out there, convinced that you’re a person, who can be left alone, but not me.
You’re not even wearing it and I can see the collar you wish was around your neck.
Slip it on, go on.
Be a good pet, put on the collar. That’s right. Isn’t that better?
All those silly thoughts are gone now.
Lay down, I’ve got you. Let me pet your pretty little head.
Good pet. I’m proud of you. It’s hard, pretending to be a person for so long. It must’ve been so scary, being away from your owner for so long. It’s gonna be alright. We’re here now.
Taking a perfectly normal, perfectly functional member of society, and conditioning them, molding them, breaking them, into a subby, flustered, kinky, pet.
But only when I want them to be~
They can still be their usual nerdy self. They can still hold a job, enjoy their hobbies, be with friends.
But all it takes is my simple words and all of that falls away, helplessly. Going from “What a good friend!” To “What a good pet~”
All at my whim.
Meanwhile, they yearn to get home, and be able to stop being people. They want it, deeply too. They crave it. Being people is so tiring, isn’t it, pet? Wouldn’t it be nicer to just submit?
