You're not a man. You're not a person. You're not a human. You're just a pup to Me. A good boy puppy. A groveling freak at my ankles. You're just a fucking pet to Me. You love to be this way because you don't have to think anymore. You have no more boring, invasive human thoughts penetrating your mind. You don't speak anymore. No more tongue. No speaking. No tongue nodding. Yes, Countess. No tongue nod. You're just a mind fucked pet. You have no control. You're meant to be in a cage, lap up everything I give you. Lapping up love. Lapping up hate. Lapping up your treats. Lapping up everythin... Show more