Day 31 - Consider A Moment
My toys don't get to have lives of their own, you know. I'd have to build you a nice dark playroom to live in, full of chains and cages and whips and toys. I'm quite well off, so it wouldn't exactly be a big step.
You'd sleep every night in a bed of cramped metal bars, unable to stand - or lie down, depending on how I wanted you. I'd only let you out when I wanted you for something - cleaning, maybe, or a little fun for me.
You'd never, ever, be allowed to stroke.
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