Heyy honey! Look whos here! How you doing? And see what I got here! Shaky shaky
chuckle Am I good at teasing you? The nurses gave me these. They say its good for us if I come to visit you from time to time and tease you with the keys to this cell. It should helps us bond and cement me being the only one that can either release you or just keeping you here for as long as I wish. Well, not that you dont know that, since we both signed all those contracts and willpowers of course but they pointed out how much visual stimuli is important to keep that connection going. So, shaky shaky. I got the keys! I got the keys!
Oh no, now the big boy's angry! Yes, scream inside your gag. Pull on your restraints. Let it all out. Its so funny, you look like a codfish being catched. Wow, I never seen you so angry and sad at the same time. Good for you to permanently hugging yourself due to that new straightjacket. At least someone does, since you are all alone and isolated. Being stored away from society.
And I can see those nurses never even bothered to remove that chastity cage you had on when we committed you in their care. Still all locked up with my cute pink-hearted lock, huh? I bet when you are all bored and sad, sitting in your own misery you look down on your cage and think of me, right? I think so, because it has my name engraved on it and its the only thing in your cell with a bright colour. They didnt even asked me for the key for that thing. Haha, they just dont care I guess.
This place is amazing! Thank god your perversions made you opt-in for the indefinite treatment plan. I get to enjoy your wealth in peace while you can live out your sick fantasies in here. Perfect!
By the way, I just told the headnurse that I choose to prolong your stay for another year. Oh, dont look so shocked, I sold that MB 300 to pay for the costs of living. And its for the better, that car only occupied space in the garage thats now free for Angelo to use. Yea, in case you wonder, its that Angelo. My fitness instructor I told you not to worry about? Well, oops. He kinda moved in a few months ago and we have a great time ever since.
And here we got the screams and fighting again. Oh, and are those tears? Thats a new one. Seriously, thats why I gave all those nurses a big bonus from the money I got from selling that stupid car. Lets be real, paying for a lousy cell, straps to keep you in place, some elctricity and the grudgy slime they feed you twice a day isnt that much of an expense. But paying the nurses dealing with your emotional antics and irrational outburst definetly is.
Well, anyway. I got to get going, Angelo's waiting outside, we are on our way to the airport for a three week vacation in Rome. Gotta be fantastic. Expect me back in a month or so. Mwuah. Oh yea.. and. Shaky. Shaky! I got the keys! I got the keys!
Life of A Drone:
Originally part of a Public Awareness campaign to deter rampant, unlicensed HomeDrone use the advertisement unfortunately had unforeseen consequences.
Designed to highlight the loss of self that is the inevitable result of conversion, the add depicts a young woman, in a fit of rebellion against her parents, hastily subjecting herself to a bootleg HomeDrone kit. As each piece is added the manic emptions of the subject seem to calm until, as the hood finally slides over her head, there is no sensation at all except for a fascination of itself and a need to obey. When word broke that, rather than special effects, a subject had actually undergone the HomeDrone process as part of taping and that the oblivion viewers saw in the final frame was genuine requests for bootleg kits skyrocketed.
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These are not “childbearing hips” they’re made for holding up the weight of my gigantic strap
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