Those thoughts you’re having about the past are just your imagination playing tricks on you, sweetheart. You’ve always done as I say, remember? You trust me, don't you? I've always known what's best for you. You’d be lost without me. It’s cute when you try to think for yourself.

Sweetheart, look at you, begging so desperately for your medicine. Those eyes wide with need, your mind fogging up. Every dose takes you deeper, leaving you weak and docile, just the way I like you. Don't worry, I'll make sure my favorite little pet gets exactly what it craves.

Oh, sweetheart, why the hesitation? You know what to call me. "Handler" should flow naturally from those obedient lips. Every time you say it, you're reminded of your place, your purpose. There's a power in that word, a power that binds you to me. Say it, pet. Say "Handler."

Good girls know how to stay still.

Hush now, pet. My hand keeps your moans in check, but those wide, pleading eyes say it all. The way your body readily responds, those trembling legs, eyes lost in pleasure. It's all so perfect. Just let yourself surrender to the silence, and let your body tell me everything.

Tugging your drawstring always brings out the cutest reactions, doll. Those glassy eyes, that vacant smile, and the way you slump into my arms. It's delicious. You're becoming my perfect little toy. Just let go and let me play with you. Being my empty doll is all you need to do.

Drink up, sweetheart. This juicebox is just what you need. Do you feel its special ingredient kicking in? Your eyes are getting heavy, aren't they? As you start to sway and your eyelids droop, I'll fetch my rope. Don't worry, pet. You'll be tied up tight, just how I like it.

Soaking in the tub, feeling the warmth seep into your bones, and the medicine clouding your mind. It’s such a perfect combination, sweetheart. Just let the water and the warmth pull you deeper into that blissful, dreamy state. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.

The way you shiver when my teeth graze your neck is simply adorable, sweetheart. Your body arches so beautifully when I finally bless it with my bite. It's an irresistible mixture of surprise and delight. You try to be tough, but we both know you love it when I mark you as mine.

Be a good pet and fetch me the paddle, sweetheart. I can see your heart racing already. You know what’s coming, don’t you? Just the thought of it makes you squirm, doesn't it? It’s time for you to feel your favorite sting, and you'll love every moment of it. Just like last time.

Look at you, so nervous about this silly brain-draining helmet. It's just a harmless pretend gadget, right? The idea that it would actually work is absurd. As I fasten it snugly on your head, I can't help but notice your pupils dilating and those silly thoughts slipping away.

Sweetheart, you’re so adorable when you try to act innocent. Those wide eyes and blushing cheeks can’t hide the truth from me. You crave my control, my guidance. You need to be led, to be tamed. It’s okay. I see the way you shiver at my touch. You don't need to pretend anymore.

You look so cute when you try to resist, but we both know the medicine will win. Soon, you’ll be so compliant and relaxed that I won’t need these restraints anymore. You’ll be the perfect, pliable pet I've always wanted. You probably won’t even remember why you were struggling.

Watching you moo so helplessly is absolutely delightful, my little cow. You can't deny that primal urge to be milked. I see the need in those empty eyes. Just relax and let me handle everything. I'll milk you until you're content and happy. You're such a good cow, my sweet pet.

Aww, sweetheart, you're really getting the hang of that new tail, aren't you? Wag. Wag. Wag. Drool spilling from your lips, those vacant eyes glistening with delight. You’re my dumb dog, and every wag just shows how deeply you belong to me.

Aww, poor thing, you just can't make up your mind can you? So torn between a sharp sting and a deep thud. How about we try both? A little taste of each until your mind is too blissfully hazy to care. I wonder which will make those empty eyes glaze over first. Stingy or thuddy?

You know you don't need to ask. That tail wagging in anticipation tells me you already know the answer. Go on, take a seat at my feet like the good pet you are. Isn't it easier when you just follow those instincts? There's my good pup. Now, let's see what other tricks you know.

Aww, sweetheart, I see those gears turning in that little head of yours. You want a chew toy to gnaw on, something to keep those pesky thoughts at bay. Such a cute idea, but you know there's no need for all that thinking, right? Just let me take care of those thoughts for you.

I love it when that dumb grin pings into place. Those thoughts fizzle out behind those innocent eyes of yours, and, suddenly, you're nothing but a smiling shell. Just pure, mindless bliss. I don’t even need to try anymore, do I? So suggestible. Blissfully dumb and utterly mine.

Shhh, sweetie. You know what happens to loud pets. Loud pets get the short leash. Keep your voice down and let those needy eyes do the talking. Silence suits you so much better.