Crawl
Added 2020-12-29 11:22:25 +0000 UTCSome good talk of programming, as well as a little bit of checking in (it's important).
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“Silly toy. Did you think that you could stand without my permission? Did you forget your programming? Did you try to stand up and just got yourself all confused? Oh you poor sweet silly thing. Toys don’t walk. Toys crawl. Toys kneel. Come to me.”
Your body moved. Crawling, each brush of your knee against the carpet sent a little tingle of pleasure running through you. Until you were at your dominant’s feet. They took your chin, and brought you up until you knelt before them.
Their eyes searched your own, a slightly worried look. “Are you okay? Remember, tell me if you want to get up, yeah?”
You nodded, you were fine.
They smiled, they knew you’d say if something was wrong. “Okay. Whilst I’ve got you like this…”
Their eyes lost the look of worry, and that familiar imperious glare settled in. The look that withered away any thoughts, burned away your resistance. Left you eager to serve. Eager to please. They smirked. “Let’s reinforce that programming, shall we?”
