You don't know what's inside the bag until you open it. After lunch, you get a notification on your phone indicating the parts of the house you're expected to clean today. Only the supplies you need are available. Once finished, another sound informs you that the gym room door was remotely unlocked.
At night, I cook you dinner. I won't ask what you want. You'll eat the exact portions I feed to you. I compliment you on your appearance. I compliment you on the cleaning. We spend time together. I hand you the pajamas you'll be wearing tonight. I point to my bed. That's where you'll be sleeping.
There's workout attire prepared. Only the machines you'll use today are available. Everything else is padlocked off. Audio automatically plays over the room's surround sound as you complete the workout, complimenting your progress and reminding you why your body exists, how it's being shaped for me.
This is your perfect life. There is no stress. There are no decisions to be made. You don't worry about anything. You don't think about anything. Everything has already been decided for you. Tonight, in my arms, you'll fall asleep before me again, and I'll quietly slip free to prepare your tomorrow.
You'll find your phone and computer mostly locked, with only one site accessible apiece, and for only an hour. There is one book not sealed inside a glass display case, resting on the coffee table. All its pages have been removed except today's chapters you're allowed to read.
Installing blackout curtains in every room, throwing away all the clocks, making my gorgeous pet lose track of time, forget how many days, months, years it's been. Don't worry your pretty little head about these things. Just stay with me forever~
This is what it means to follow an order. When you're given an order, you do as you're told. When I say to be explicit, this is what I expect.
Read the whole thread and learn from her showcase, toys. Aspire to be like Lila. She made me *very* happy today.
It's time for a second, quicker shower. You rinse off, step out of the tub, and prepare to doll yourself up using products laid out on the counter. Your phone buzzes, receiving a tutorial video demonstrating today's hairstyle. You slip on today's initial outfit. When I come home, you're presentable.
When you wake up, you'll find your outfit for the day at the foot of your bed. There will be one toothbrush for you and one tub of toothpaste in the bathroom. The shower will be stocked with only the products you'll be using today. The fridge will have exactly one meal I've prepared for you.
At precisely noon, an alarm will go off on your phone. This is your reminder to call me and check in. You haven't found out what happens yet if you fail to make the call. Once the call is finished, there will be a knock at the door. This is your lunch. It's already been paid for.
