First, you’re going to get down on your knees. Then you are going to taste me. Take your clothes off. Lay down. Shut up. Pleasing me is your only purpose. You are a slave for me. You will be filled and then you will hold the load until I release you. You will beg for me. Beg for the release. You are craving my fluids and now you must plead to be fed by these liquids. Anguish, you little worm. You have not received permission to speak, meat slave.
SILENCE!
I will be doing things to you. We will prepare your body. There will be no “safe word”. You may plead for freedom. You will not receive this freedom. I will do things to you that will leave permanent marks. Consider these a message at which you can look to for years and remember your lack of worth.
You are worthless. Less that roach underneath a boot in the mud. Now, on your knees!
Crawl! Crawl to your cage
Father will get you when it is your time for draining.
I’m going to restrain you to a wooden rocking chair covered in lube. It will be in a cellar converted to a freezer for storing mass meats. This will serve twofold: to keep your shrinkage for humiliation play, and as is about to follow. I will begin by feeding you daily down here, but each day, we will leave some of the extra food behind. Eventually you will realize the stockpile of frozen fruits and vegetables are for. The stockpile is mostly long and thin (but certainly not all), and you realize what is happening.
You will not be able to distinguish the trembling in fear from the cold from the anticipation. I will secure the frozen banana behind your rocking chair inside of you, and I will begin to rock you. As you naturally thaw each piece, I will swap it out with another, and you will be made to eat the warm one before I permit you to rock again.
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