You've been with me for some time now puppy. I'd hoped we'd made more progress than this. Oh, don't act dumb, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I've heard you when you're dreaming; when you whisper to yourself thoughts of 'freedom'. Freedom from me.

Why?

I thought you'd learn better than that, of the love I show you, that I treat you this way because I think you're special. And you show that gratitude by spitting in my face. Well, if that's how you feel, then allow me to treat you the same in turn. I will keep you, I will feed and take care of you, but unless you can prove your love to me again, then that will be all. All I will feel for you will be indifference. So you better be ready to show me, make me believe all over again that you desire to be kept.

Crate Training Day 2:

Good morning, pet! How are you feeling today? Hungry? Yeah, I thought you would be. Fortunately for you, I am a very caring owner, and have your breakfast right here. Be sure to eat all of it up, don't you dare leave even a single morsel left.

Good pet.

You wanna hear a secret? I may have added something special in there just for you. Feeling strange sweetie? Feeling a little out of it? Well don't you worry, just focus on me and you'll feel all better. I know how much you want me sweet one, how lustfully you look at me and wish you could touch me . . . Or at least touch yourself to me.

Well, you can do it. I'll allow you to stroke and touch yourself to me, no - for me. But you have to do exactly as I say. And in case it wasn't obvious, you are not allowed to cum. You think I'd allow that? No, no, honey. That is a privilege I preserve for only my most well-behaved and devoted toys, and you, sweet, naive little thing, have not earned even a fraction of my affection enough.

So sit, and listen, and stroke to my whims, let the additive excite and amplify your senses, blurring the line between reality and fantasy, only with me as your guiding light, your anchor among a sea of mindfuck. And if you do an especially good job, you may receive more of my favour.

Hi sweetie. Did you rest well? I appreciate you may be feeling a little fuzzy from last night, but that will all feel better soon. I'm sure you have questions; who am I? Where are you? Why are you here? I promise if you give me a chance to explain, it'll all make sense.

I am Miss Lexi and you, beautiful, are the lucky little plaything that I saw at the bar last night and decided I simply had to have. So, I put a little something in your drink and brought you home with me. You understand that, don't you? I just wanted you that badly that I had to have you - I did it out of love.

No, please don't be upset, you don't understand me, I'm doing this for you. For us. Well if you're going to be so ungrateful about it, fine. You want to act like a spoilt mutt, I'll treat you like one. But don't you dare start to whimper and complain for it. I've had other pets act like this, insisting that they didn't want to be a pet, but they just didn't know any better. And if you want my mercy, you're going to have to fall in line. Don't just tell me you'll be good . . . Make me believe it. Make me believe that you want to be my pet, that you want nothing more than to belong to me. Can you do that sweet one?

Just tell me you can do it. I believe in you.

I am very big believer in the power we give to objects. Idols, talismans, totems, so much of an idea, a meaning, an essence we inject into the little things, yet, the sway we award them over our lives and minds. How fortunate for you that I have one such talisman to share with you, with the essence of me. A used condom.

I know that may seem low, but consider it? Something that I have worn, something with my delicious cum pooling in the bottom of it, something that was inside a pretty girl. Really you're getting a deal far better than you deserve. With-in, the nectar of myself, with-out, the essence of a girl you'd never get to fuck yourself. And do not think of a moment I would grant you leave to partake of what is within the condom - oh, no, sweet one. You will never have that. When I give my totems, I expect something in return and that is you, denying your pleasure for my entertainment. My grace.

So take it. Let me fasten it around your neck and feel me closer to you for it. Maybe, if you're very, very lucky, I'll add to it. Fuck my way through so many pretty girls until you have a full rosary of my cum around your neck. Something to caress when you pray to me.

Do not bother playing coy with me, sweet one. I know exactly what you desire; for all you posturing and pretenses, what you crave deep down, is nice, hard girl-cock. No need to be shy about it. What's more appealing than a beautiful woman being able to fuck your holes with her own cock? But do not assume that I will make this easy for you. You think I would award so little effort? No.

Put your heart and soul into it, and maybe, I'll treat you to something. As meagre as you deserve.