Precision engineering transcript

It's time to do some maintenance on you, toy. Time to really take you apart and make sure everything's working as it should. You want to work as you should, don't you. You want to make sure that everything is ticking away as it's meant to. As your thoughts are nicely ordered. That my control is working as it's meant to. Deep inside. And that's easy enough, isn't it? It will feel good to be working properly, to have any unneeded nonsense taken care of. That you're clean and smooth and working well. Good. So all I need you to do is listen and I'm going to explain how it works. But for that I need you to relax, so take that nice deep breath. And let yourself settle a little, let yourself sink. Let yourself start to relax, to calm down, because when you're under tension it's a lot harder to do maintenance without bits just going everywhere. So we need you to... wind down a little, spin down, calm down. Just go... down. Just relax down, fall further, melt for me. Good. You're doing so well, that's it. Slipping away, falling deep, melting. Because as you slip into that wonderful trance, as you follow my voice down and in, as you... drop... for me... it allows everything to just come to a halt. All those intricate mechanisms that make up your mind to... rest. That's right. Letting yourself... stop. And picture yourself as that intricate mechanism. Letting all the gears come to a halt, the springs wind down. It makes it so much easier to dismantle you... without risking important parts pinging off into the corner where... guess you just have to do without them afterwards. So it's for the best that you relax. As you let me get to work. It's a useful metaphor, picturing yourself as something so... delicate, complicated, and yet regimented. My words now are like removing the casing from such a mechanism, exposing all those delicate parts inside. How does it feel to be vulnerable like that? To have me slowly unscrew and remove those parts on the outside that protect you. Keep you from accidental shocks to those sensitive areas. Keep them hidden away from those that don't know what they're doing. Being exposed like this, even when you know that I definitely know what I'm doing to you, well, it can feel intense. Feel intense to be so exposed and vulnerable, laid out in front of me. Feeling my fingers gently trace over those deeply hidden parts of you. The vulnerability, the tension there, how it feels to be so... on display. How does that feel? Is it a little embarrassing? For me to have such easy access to your inner workings? Is it exciting? Or are you so relaxed right now, so deep that it doesn't feel like much? Just the smallest things ticking away, just enough to keep you functioning at that basic level. As I start to dismantle you. Start to take you apart. Removing gears. Unlinking those mechanisms that keep you working. Placing you out on my workbench, bit by bit, neatly ordered, and so wonderfully laid bare, bit by bit by bit. Removing everything that links you together. And taking you apart so that no part of you can talk to any other part. It only takes a few precise adjustments, and suddenly your body is just a limp thing, your mind is just an empty vessel for me to refill in a bit. Allowing me to take you apart like this. Well, not that you have a choice at this point, all laid out for me. As you feel me dismantle you more and more, everything put in its place, each gear that's removed, another important facet of you taken away. Removing the thoughts that enable you to understand what I'm doing. Taking out the linkage between your identity and yourself. It's always how these things work, you dismantle the larger components, separate them out and then you take them apart themselves. Dismantling your identity, pulling it apart until it's just a collection of nonsense, parts that make no sense on their own, divorced from any context or mechanism. It's so easy to reduce you to just things, facts, or... ideas, or physical aspects that mean nothing on their own. Take you apart, reduce you to a shell and a pile of components, and do that over and over, your identity, your self, your desires, your thoughts, your intelligence, your memories. All of it can be taken and reduced as you feel me sorting you, dismantling you, reducing you in a way that, well, I'd say it doesn't feel like much, but I think that... even an empty vessel aches, right? In an awful way, perhaps. The knowledge that you're meant to be ticking and moving, that you're meant to be built together. I always feel there's a... a longing in something dismantled. To be rebuilt, to be reformed. Can you feel that? That bone deep ache, to be together again, but lacking the words, the understanding, the capacity to communicate that would allow you to understand what it is you're feeling, an empty shell aching to be filled, an agony without words, without understanding, just feeling that. As I examine your parts, checking them for defects. Winding the springs up and letting them relax again without any use, those components aching for that tension, wanting that drive to be able to connect to something and push it forward as it's meant to do, and... nothing, it has nothing to link to, nothing it can do, the pain of that, of uselessness right now. Those gears aching, needing their neighbours, meaningless and useless on their own, and the vessel left needing to be filled to be a thing again rather than something worthless, valueless. The value in a mechanism doesn't come from the gears and the cogs and the belts and the springs, it comes from what they are when they're together. And right now no part of you is together, no part of you works in conjunction with any other part you're just laid out for me to examine. Then I can take each, examine them, look at them, enjoy them, clean them, take a brush, tiny, to each component, remove any corrosion, remove any corrosion, any bits that don't belong, scrub away the resistance, leave you sparkling and obedient, each component of yours having those parts that get in the way taken off, and feel as each individual part of you has any individuality removed. Because those parts work best when they're all working as they should, and working as they should means they're... factory fit. They are... perfect. Blemish-less. So I take those gears, and you know that when you're back together you'd still be you, still have your identity, your individual quirks that make up who you are. But right now... you can be stripped of that, made... perfect... in your in your cleanliness on that deep level, everything... as it should be, because it's not the individual parts that make you unique. So these can be cleaned of any... minor discrepancies, wheels that are weighted more to one side because of how they get used restored to how they were, springs replaced with ones that aren't worn, all the dust and grot taken out leaving you sparkling and pleasing and obedient. Is there a sting to that deep down? A sting to that... cleanliness, the sharpness of it all? And then starting slowly to rebuild you, feeling as I reassemble each part, oiling you with my will, with my control, with the pleasure of obedience that keeps everything ticking so well. Bringing you back together, feeling your identity rebuilt, your emotions reconstituted. Your desires... put back together, rebalanced, as they should be, to tick just a little bit more towards my desires for you. Feel yourself coming back together piece by piece, just as you were before, just a little bit more... smooth. Finding obedience just that much more easy. With everything ticking the way I wish. And otherwise how you were, just had a good old clean out, help you to work just that much more easily, ticking away as I wind you back up, as I watch you start to move, your thoughts slowly ticking back to life, everything once more in its place. Bound together. Meshed together. As I replace that cover. As you feel yourself intact once more, As I wind you up and set you're going and you can feel that, your self speeding back up into a person. In five, that's it, four, coming back up, three, coming together, two, there you go, and one. Good toy.