You beg to belong. You whisper words like “ownership,” “discipline,” and “total control.”
But when it gets real — when your comfort dies and My system takes over — only the true submissive remains.
Piggie wanted programming.
Now he has it.
His body is no longer his.
It is under Phase I of My Correction Protocol
I control what he eats.
I limit how long he stares at his screen.
He writes lines in pen like a punished schoolboy.
He confesses nightly into a microphone, whispering that he exists for Me.
Not for aesthetics.
Not for fantasy.
For obedience.
His weight. His waistline. His blood pressure. His time.
All measured. All reported.
piggie
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