Eating out a pretty little bunny until they’re a crying mess. Gripping their thighs tighter as they struggle and try to pull away from you. Continuing to overstimulate them no matter how much they beg and cry. Not stopping until they’re broken to your satisfaction.
Sometimes, you can be nothing more than a barcode, a number, and a hole. But that is perfectly okay. Who needs thoughts when you can simply live as a piece of meat following its programming? No stress, no tension. Just blank obedience. Only a good rubber toy. . .aren't you?