Pennypookie

When I put my forehead to yours
And
You can feel my warmth,
Our noses touch,
Then
All four eyes lock.
Yours. Mine.
Equal in desire.
You see it.
You feel it.
The breath upon your lips,
A tickle at the chin,
And my palm
Reaches down,
Cupping what belongs to me,
I wonder
If you'll whisper my name.

You would not believe how quickly "bear fruit" in this message jumped out at me while I was scrolling my feed ahahaha

Excited to see the new art!

I correct you because I love you.

When you make mistakes,
And I need to fix those mistakes,

Don't be sad. Be grateful.

It's not a punishment,
It's an opportunity.

This isn't malice.
It isn't unwarranted.

Even if you think you don't like it,
Smile anyway.
Say "thank you".

I'm making you better.

You can be useful.
You can braid my hair,
One lock over the other,
Weaving in and out,
In and out,
Following my instructions,
Doing as you're told.

"You're so talented",
I say with a smile.

And you nod.
You nod in your daze,
Not really hearing.
Not really understanding...

So very useful~

You're doing *such* a good job. Yeah, yeah... Just like that. Carefully now--your hands are shaking. Mmm~ gently--gently. That's the way girl...

The truth is, this isn't all that sexual for me! I just wanna give you adorable subbies that comfy mushy feeling forever and ever and ever and ever do as you're told forever and ever and ever and ever~ 🍓

I wanna swallow you up in a world of happy.
I wanna hold your gaze,
Tuck that chin into my chest,
And adore you.
Endlessly, endlessly
Adoring you.
Let me kiss your ears,
Let me play with your cheeks,
Give your collar a jingle...
My lovely, treasured pet.
I wanna be your endless fantasy.

The conditioning is setting in.

You're losing yourself.
You're losing your mind.
You're losing who you were,

But you're not losing
What you are.

Toy.
You are a toy.
You are an obedient toy.
You are a brainwashed toy.

Because a person
Wouldn't be smiling at these words again.

Welcome back, future Maryam.

This post is a reward
Because you're here again.

You stared,
You absorbed,
You obsessed,
And you're back.

Every time you return,
You'll stumble upon this reply.

Every time you read it,
You're better than before.

The conditioning is setting in.

Who does it is irrelevant.
How it gets there doesn't matter.
When I'm happy,
You feel good,
But don't make me happy to feel good.
Do it for me.
Do it because you care about me,
Because you'd do *anything* for me.
Read that last line again.
You'd do anything for me.
Accepting that feels good too...

^^ For all the lovely pets planning a date with your favorite pillow tonight.

Good doggyyyyy!! Who's a good doggyyy~ who is ittt? Is it youu? Yesss?? Yes it iss? It is?? You're a good doggyyy!! AWEEE~ Yes you areeee, yes you areee!!!

In time, you'll get there.
You want it.
I want it.
It's inevitable.

Every word of praise,
Then, every word at all..

They'll rattle your mind,
They'll linger,
Then one day,
Not today, but one day,

You'll wake up and become the brainwashed toy you were chosen to be~

Adorable weakling.

Pretty ones like you oughta be kept on a short leash. Always in earshot, shuddering and whimpering while I praise your friends, nuzzling into a leg while desperately praying your turn comes next...

Mmm~ Bet there were incredible tickles in your head as you wrote this one.

Kitty knows exactly what to say,
Knows exactly what I want to hear,
So that's what he says,
And that's what he does.

You made me smile
So now..
This one *is* for you.

Good toyyy~

D'awww~ got me imagining how you'll be all tuckered out tomorrow.

Little prey,
A night of restlessness,
Dawn comes,
And finally it can't keep its eyes open..
Poor thing won't last out there in the big scaaary world~

Better make it into dreamland soon. .

I'm happy today. Trained subbies will understand this means they're happy too.

Because, at the end of the day,
It really doesn't matter.
Whether it's said to this toy,
Or that toy..
Just hearing the words
"Good toy",
It feels good.

So let it.
Let it feel good.
Let yourself feel "special".
Let yourself be that "good toy".

You should be happy.
After all,
Penny is talking.

Enjoy my treats.
Even if they're not your treats,
Pretend,
Then enjoy them anyway.

A lot of subbies get caught up in..
Well, the little things.
Were her words for me?
Were they for them?

So confusing.
So stressful.
You shouldn't be like that.

No, you should focus on..
How they feel good.

Adorable subbies call this
"Splash damage".

That's right.
It's called "splash damage",
And it's very good for you.

When I tell another
"Good toy",
Even if it's not to you,
Even if it's not about you,
You're allowed to pretend.
You can act as if it was said to you.

I'm giving you permission.

There's a trick, you know,
A trick to feeling noticed,
To being "special".

It's involves your..
Imagination.

That's right~
All you have to do is imagine.
All you have to do is pretend.

When I tease other toys,
When they're spoiled with attention,

Don't be jealous,
Instead, imagine you were them.

I like toys.
I like lots of toys.
I like you,
But I like other toys too.
Sometimes
I'll play with those other toys.
Sometimes
I'll make them feel "special".
When I do,
You might wish you were them.
You might wish to be noticed.

Perhaps you wish..
To feel "special" too.

That's a good toy.

Put all of your energy right here,
Towards me.

You struggle to think,
But you think for me.

Even if it's hard,
Even if you're not good at it,
Even if concentrating makes you
Break,

You do it for me.

Mmm hurting you,
That's not so appealing~

It's not pain I'm after,
But conviction.

I want undying,
Unflinching,
Unquestionable loyalty.

I want you to accept happily,
Willingly,
That you *would* be hurt,

Then I want you to latch on,
Behave forever,
And ensure it never comes to that~

Ahahahaha~

If I ever did something like that, you'd be tasked with being a beta reader.

Tasked, mind you. Not asked.

This isn't fair.
I know, I know it's not fair.
It's hard for you.
Sometimes,
When we talk,
You struggle with thinking.
You don't *like* thinking.
When you try to think,
Your head can feel so.. foggy.
I understand.
It's hard. So very hard...

But.. you never wanted me to be fair,
Did you?

I don't like needing to be explicit.
As a toy,
It's *your* job to read me.
Study me.
Memorize what I like,
Take notes on what I dislike...

Learn what I want,
Then *give me* what I want.

When I speak with you,
First think for me:
"What does she want?"

Don't make me spell out what to do next~

I love playing games with you.
You love playing games with me.

When we play together,
It makes you happy,
But more importantly,
It makes me smile.

You like when I smile,
So you'll keep spending time with me.

So yes,
It's working Kitty~

Hey,
I'm proud of you.

I love lurkers,
But the ones who respond,
I love them *even* more.

You've made so much progress.
You're getting closer,
And closer,
And closer.
Closer to me,
Closer to my ideal,
Closer to your "perfect self".

Keep drawing near.
This is how good toys get noticed 🧸

It's because of toys like you that my first post was written as it is.

You're my favorite type of subbie.
The ones that get obsessed,
The ones that read on, and on, and on...

Absorbing every word,
Savoring every scrap.

You're easy to brainwash.