I think I’d whisper something along the lines of "aabdbbfggdfhooevdhqjegvmgmdltdjaozoificjevbbzlfimmxbwbwgggfsiufelv"

give or take a couple syllables

Puppy must have been behaving REALLY good today

My goal is to make Miss Penelope happy

It doesn’t mean that I specifically have to make it so

Miss Penelope‘s happiness is the end goal, the only thing that matters

Miss Penelope is Happy

Thtoy is HAPPY

Wwhen Miss Penellppe says "ggosdd troy", I feel so happy

Because eceven if it weren’t directd to me, it sttill remibds me that I am indndeed a ggood ttoyy

Miss Penelope made wmme this way, after all

That’s whhat I am, annd i »m proud of it

My engtire life revolves arround pleasing you, bugt it can ggzt so very hard wwhen my entire bebing melts to the lose thought of your contrrol

Tthaen again, I thhink that’s what you want?

I ddunno honestly, too dum to ffigure it out, that’s for you to tell me

I do as I’m told

Sseems liks imm on my way alfrasdy

Rhhank yoiu miss Penelope

Ik’ll be yours eternally

I don't like resistance.

All my favorite playthings?
They don't fight me.
They don't question,
And they don't talk back.
That's why they get spoiled.

An obedient toy,
An obedient toy that does as it's told,
Why--they get noticed.
They get attention.

You want me?
Be what I want you to be.

I have so many words of yours I go back to

Like a trophy room of all the times you deemed me worthy of your addictive control

It goes to the point where almost everything I do down to the most basic activity reminds me of you in some form or another

It’s not your words that are special

You are.

I like making personalized replies.

If you reply to my posts,
And I want to use you,
Then I'll use you.

But I don't reply
Without making it feel "special".

I want my words to stick in your head
So you can remember them,
Shudder,
And go weak again.

So be unique.
Give me something to play with~ 🧸

All of mee, ity’s all youtrrss

"I want you",
While my fingertips
Trace along your jawline.

"I want you",
As my lips
Exhale into an ear.

Feel it, Toy.
Feel my desire.
Close your eyes.
Shudder.

Let it resonate
Deep in your head.
Go weak
As the words take control
As my wishes
Subdue you.

Feel it
Then give me what I want.

I praise you
Because I love you,
And because I want to control you,
But mostly because I love you.

And

I hold your face
Because I adore you,
And because I want my eyes in yours,
But mostly because I adore you.

You're very special to me.
Know it. Believe it.
You're very special to me.

Mine.

Learn to be obsessed.
Really. Learn to be obsessed.

Check your phone,
Look for messages,
Sigh. Wait. Patience, impatience~

It's so hard to hold back.
I know, toy. It's just so exhausting...

You want to be noticed.
You want to be used.

Keep waiting.
Keep behaving.

You'll get attention soon...

My kisses start out innocent.

A peck of the cheek,
A lick at the nose,
It's gentle, safe.

But then it gets rougher.

My hands on your hair,
The tongue, entering,
Prodding deeper,
Forcing yours into a delicious dance...

Our tastes mix,
But

Your flavor,
It's overwritten by mine.

Smile when you're spoken to.
Smile when you're controlled.
Smile when you break.

Smile,
Smile,
Smile.

It's not enough to just give in.
Smile.
Encourage me to keep going.

You're happy?
You want to be conditioned?
Show it.

Smile.

Marking under the collar,
Biting and licking,
Scratching and clawing,

Every line,
Every indent,
It's a symbol of love.

The collar covers it up.
The collar hides it all.

Nobody else can see,
Nope, nope~

Our little secret.

Is it selfish
To steal you away?

When I'm not with you,
I want you.
And when I'm with you,
I want you.

I don't want to share.
I don't want to compromise.
I want you to myself.

Every day,
Every single day,
I have these thoughts.

And,
Right as it becomes too heavy to bear,

"I want you too."

I'm not interested in little flicks anymore.

It's only across years,
And years,
And years,
And years,

A lifetime of development,
Every day, spent reinforcing your purpose,

When the thought of pulling away
Brings you physical, tangible pain,

That's when I'm having fun.