He watched in wonder as it came to him. He never tired of watching it, as it moved, as it stood, as it slept, as it served and suffered. His fascination only grew over time, every day was a revelation, a new surprising discovery of the pleasure and entertainment that his property was capable of providing. No, not just capable, but eager and desperate to provide.
He watched, not just enjoying the delightful display but also studying with intensity, appraising every detail of its appearance, assessing every movement. Were it’s nipples erect, brushing the floor at exactly the right depth? Did its tits, hanging beneath it, sway in matching, simultaneous rhythm? Were the fingers of each hand spaced exactly and evenly when placed on the floor?
His expectations were demanding and precise, and he had invested countless hours instilling them into his property through exhaustive repetition, harsh punishment and, when earned, even reward. He reflected momentarily on what had been accomplished, the lump of clay he had taken possession of and molded, sculpted through patience, discipline and hard work into the exquisite creature before him.