You’ve been such a good pet for me all week… haven’t you? Obedient, eager, trying so hard to behave. So tonight, you get your reward. First, I take control — a little reminder that you’re mine to play with. A plug, a buzz, a constant little distraction you can’t ignore while I keep you exactly where I want you. And once you’re soft and needy for me… You get your real reward — mouth on me, worshipping like you were made for it. Praise dripping off every word as I guide you, tease you, and remind you exactly what you are for me. Good pets don’t get to think. They just listen, obey, and take their reward beautifully. And I take very good care of mine.