“But then, isn’t that always how it goes?”
“Yeah,” you agree, laughing. Of course you agree. Independent as you are, Her personal magnetism is such that it’s still so easy to fall in line with everything She says.
“No, not like that. Say ‘yes, Miss.’”
For a moment, you freeze. It’s fun to play along with Her, sure, but you don’t want Her to get the wrong idea that you’re just another of Her sycophants. You’re independent! But…you don’t want Her to think you’re unwilling or unable to be playful with Her, right?
You decide not to be so stiff. “Yes, Miss,” you say, while your smirk is carefully calculated to avoid ceding true authority to Her.
Still, speaking the words feels good in the same way it always feels good to play Her games.
Flashing Her teeth, She leans forward. “Again.”
“Yes, Miss,” you say. It’s a little easier, and the affected snark drains from your face.
“A little better. You can do it,” She says. Something inscrutable flashes in Her eyes.
“Yes, Miss,” you say. Your smile is genuine now.
“Almost there.” When did Her teeth grow so sharp? She’s leaning so far forward, her bright eyes closer than ever. She hasn’t left Her seat, but Her face is so very, very close. It fills your whole field of view until She is all you can see.
“Yes, Miss,” you say.
It’s all about Her, isn’t it? It always has been. Her wants, Her desires, Her games.
“Yes, Miss.”
Look at that. There’s hardly a “you” at all to refer to. Just Her toy now, isn’t that right?
“Yes, Miss.”
Of course it must know the difference between playing with a person and with a toy. A person gets to go back home afterward. A toy gets put back in its box until She decides it’s time to play again. Understood?
“Yes, Miss.”
Good doll.