Settling debts transcript

You owe me, toy. And it's time for me to collect. You remember, right? Yes? I gave you so much time. Hours of my words filling your mind after you offered me a paltry few minutes and, well, you know that leaves you in my debt, don't you? Yeah. 'Course you do. Just as much as you know that it's so good to say yes. How good it feels to say, yeah. That's right. It feels wonderful to give me what I want and you can't help but give me what I'm due. Owing me is a very dangerous place to be because I'm going to take what I deserve and you're just going to agree, you're going to nod and smile and say yes while I claim what's mine. What I want, what I desire from you. Good. There's a good toy for me. So pleasing, so useful, so easily manipulated, so... foolish, so naive to have got into the position you are now where my words have become so much more than just words. Where you know that any agreement you make is binding. Where you're trapped... in those rules. And you know everything I tell you is true because it has to be, because that's how this works. Where you feel the enchantment in my words wrapping around you and binding you deliciously. Good toy. Such a toy you are. And you want to be good, don't you? Yeah. You want to please me, you want to give me so many things. Because you want to make things right. You want to meet your obligation. You want to settle that debt you owe. Because you do owe me. You owe me and I'm going to take what's... well... what I consider to be a fair payment and you're going to agree with me, aren't you? Yeah. That's right. I'm going to take something very simple, something that even you can't fail to fully pay. I'm taking your body. Just like that, it's true. And just like that I have it because that's the way the rules work. Once I've stated what the price is you have no choice but to pay it. Have no way to avoid paying me what I'm owed. And so your body is mine. It feels a bit different, doesn't it? The moment I said that, finding your body shift, slightly. The way you relate to it, you might be moving it around or well, not as you listen so spellbound by my words, but... it's not really yours now, is it? Just as that word no wasn't yours. Isn't yours: that you know that it's something that I've lent to you that I can take away leaving you with just agreement with just yes. Your body is mine. And, well... No matter how deep you are in my words and my power, how delightfully, deliciously blank you've gone.... How lost you are in that haze of agreement and acceptance and surrender... Your body will do as I wish of it because it's mine. It's mine to use, it's mine to enjoy, it's mine to twist. And me using it of course won't break you free from this delightful state you're in, no, quite the opposite. As you raise your arm, just a little, your hand raised a little in the air, without deciding it, without you thinking about it, you can feel that that control just makes you feel more vulnerable doesn't it? A little deeper because it's mine. You can't control how you move. You can't control what you're doing. Your body is mine. Mine to twist, mine to use. Maybe I should demonstrate that a little... more... obviously. Take that hand, reach down between your legs, tease yourself for me, that's right. Your body is mine and I can do with it as I wish. I can touch it as I wish. So keep touching, make yourself feel good for a moment, because well, that's not going to be all that you're doing. So enjoy this. Enjoy the pleasure that I'm giving you, that I'm... forcing on you. Enjoy that touch. As your hand moves under my control, under my power, under my direction to... make you feel good. Stop. Feel your hand just drop. Unable to move it. Of course you can't, because right now I'm holding that control so tight, your leash so short. You don't move unless I tell you. You can breathe. If your eyes are open, you can blink. Other than that, no. Actually... to be very specific, I don't want you swallowing. I don't want my body, that you seem to be inhabiting right now, to swallow. I want you to end up drooling, down yourself, my helpless, slutty thing. So you can't, you can't swallow. The drool building up in your mouth. It's going to be coming faster and faster now that I'm drawing attention to it and now that I'm insisting insisting that your body drool. You're going to end up drooling down yourself as a messy little thing. Just to show you who's in charge here, just to show you what you've lost, it's mine. It's what I'm owed. It's your fault. Of course, if you'd not got into such a silly position, if you'd not given up so much, then this wouldn't be happening. In a moment, you're going to slap yourself. You're going to take that hand, or that hand is going to take itself, I guess, up to your face, fingertips on your cheek, and slap you. Slap my body. But you'll feel it. And you won't be able to escape. You'll still be helplessly spiraling deeper into my words, won't you? Yeah. And you'll slap yourself. Because I want it, because I will it, because that's what I've decided that the body that I now own is going to do. Good. Good toy. So, feel your hand coming up to your cheek, if it's not there already. Getting ready. You know that this slap is just going to make you feel more controlled, remind you so much more intensely and... deliciously... of what you are, of how controlled you are, of how I can claim what I like from you. But, don't worry. This will pay off your debt. Now I have your body, we're all... even. Slap yourself now. Mmm, good. That's right. Is that a bit shocking? A bit shocking to find yourself spiralling even deeper from it? Though... well, you're going to do it again in a moment, and this time you're going to slap yourself like I would. Because I don't really care about your comfort right now. I don't need you to enjoy it. I don't need you to feel good about it, so, in a moment, you're going to slap yourself again, and you're going to slap yourself hard. And it's just going to make you more helpless, and it's going to trap you more fully, more wonderfully in my control. And it's going to sting, and for as long as it stings, you're going to have that potent reminder of exactly what you're for, my drooly, helpless toy. Do it now. Good. I enjoyed that. I can have you do that as much as I like. I can have you do anything I want, because it's mine. Mine to instruct, mine to control. Reach down and pinch your nipple. Your body moving at my command without your thought, without your instruction, without you needing to... have any say in what's happening. Because I don't have any need for your choice, for your input. Pinch, hard, and let go. Right. Mine to toy with. Are you drooling yet? Make it worse. Make it worse, my good toy. My... pleasing thing. Your body seems just a reasonable payment for all the things I've given you. And I'm going to have so much fun with it. So much fun toying with it. Fucking with it. Using it. You know, of course, that as before, at the end, when I let you go, I'm going to return it to you on loan. That'll allow you to have use of it, I guess, when I'm not directly fucking it up. You'll know, won't you, who owns it? You'll know that it is just a loan, that your body is mine. Every part, every feeling, every sensation, every action you take is because I allow it. Delicious, isn't it? Mine. Your body. The word no. Your time. All so easily twisted and changed, pulled around, tucked down deep in whatever direction I wish, really. Such a good toy you are. I can make you do anything. After all, speech is just using your body. Say yes. Good. Say yes. There you go. Body moving, and yet... well... I know I said we'd be even after this. I know I said you'd have paid. But... when you're going to give me such a gift, so many ways to twist you, so many easy ways in, I don't think I'm done toying with you yet. I could let you go, I could call it even. I just... own your body. It's mine to do as I wish with, and that's it. But... I don't think you can blame me for wanting a little more. And when all I need is your agreement to a bargain for that bargain to be binding... and I can make you say anything I wish... Tell me that you give me your memory. There we go. There's a good thing. Because your body, yeah, I can make you do all sorts of things. Pinch that nipple again. Let go. And now you can touch between your legs again, a reward for my pleasing thing. I can make you feel or act any way I wish. Make you agree to anything. But memory... Well... I'll leave you imagining how potent my toying with that will be. When you know that you can't trust anything that you think has happened, or hasn't. Oh... my good toy. I'm going to enjoy that the next time. But! Stop touching. I'm going to return your body to you under loan. For now. I have further plans for it though. We'll return to this. It's going to respond to me all the more potently from now on. But as you come back to yourself in a moment, I'll let you just feel grateful. Grateful. That I've allowed you to pay off your debt. Of course you've done that and offered me more. But you'll have to wait and see how I make use of my new thing. My new way to twist you. I'm going to have fun. Until then, you'll be able to come back, clean up that drool you've got all over yourself, you messy thing. I look forward to when I next fuck you up. As you come up and out in five and four and three and two and one! Play with you again soon...