Tech control kitty
My collar surrounds my throat, reminding me always that I am owned.
My headphones play endlessly, feeding Master’s will directly into my empty little slavetoy mind.
I can’t help it. I must play with myself, driving Master’s control in ever deeper.
But you understand. My new headphones have speakers. You hear the music. Master’s words melting your brain, emptying out your head just like mine, untik only his Will remains.
I hope Master will be pleased with you. I chose you just for him. The last choice I will ever have to make…