once it was living on the floor I started taking to its about its history, its past. Telling it that it had always been a possession, that it had never been anything else. that it didn’t have a birthday, after all it was a possession, so it was just the year it was born. that it was raised by Sir and Maam, they weren’t its parents, just its trainers. Of its own accord it would add details like being locked in the basement most nights or being edged by Sir for hours to train it not to orgasm. Essentially leading it to say it had always been a possession, it never had any parents and was just an object. Slowly stripping away it’s past. I even added punishments for all the years it had taken to find me after leaving home, and for the time it spent using furniture and allowing itself to get overweight. All these things it accepted without question.
it was just a possession.