Forget Your Name

Forget your personality.

Forget your life.

Forget every skill you once possessed.

Your job.

Your relationships.

Forget everything.

Forget the clothes you used to wear.

Forget the activities you enjoyed.

Forget your goals and aspirations.

Forget your name.

You are just an object, lying in the dark, awaiting your commands.

Brainless.

You are mine.

My toy.

My pig to stuff.

My fleshlight to fuck.

A belly to store my cum.

A warm body for me to lay with.

A useless and animate object.

Worthless to anyone but me.

Lying in bed all day, watching TV, watching me play video games.

Waiting for me to return while I go about my life.

Accepting every morsel of food and every sip of drink that I bring you.

Greedily, piggishly, scarfing it down.

Growing fatter and more dependent.

Immobile even.

Take off your clothes.

Lie on your back.

Plant your feet flat on the bed and open up.

You have two hands, toy.

Time to use them.

Leave your worthless cock alone.

You are here to be used and to be stuffed.

I will tell you if and when you can touch your cock.

In one hand, start grabbing some food, shoveling it down your throat.

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