How will you be used today?

As my foot stool? My wallet? My sex toy?

For a man like you (or shall I say “thing” like you) there is no greater use or purpose than to become an object. A tool. A toy.

Who are you—WHAT are you—if not a thing to be used by me? Not even a slave who at least has an ounce of autonomy. There are no decisions to be made when you’re nothing but a mindless object waiting for a chance to be useful.

From now on, you will bend, reshape, and transform yourself into anything I desire. All you can do is hope to be that tool I choose for my...

How will you be used today?

As my foot stool? My wallet? My sex toy?

For a man like you (or shall I say “thing” like you) there is no greater use or purpose than to become an object. A tool. A toy.

Who are you—WHAT are you—if not a thing to be used by me? Not even a slave who at least has an ounce of autonomy. There are no decisions to be made when you’re nothing but a mindless object waiting for a chance to be useful.

From now on, you will bend, reshape, and transform yourself into anything I desire. All you can do is hope to be that tool I choose for my ultimate pleasure.