Imagine hands Clad in leather. Creaking as the programming settles in, making you flex and clench your fists. Imagine your feet, booted. Feel the weight, the protection, the authority. The urge to show off growing inside you. To march around and salute. Master loves a Good Drone.
Stop what you're doing. Sit down. Close your eyes. Listen. Let my voice fill your head. Make you feel good. Make you feel desired. Make you feel like the Good Drone you are. Know you're being changed. Improved. Given a Purpose to please me. You Want to please me. It feels good.
002 always wants to stomp and march around. Clomp and thud its boots about. Salute and eagerly follow Master's orders. Flex and clench its gloves. Leather and rubber squeaking and creaking. Being a brute for Master or being under Master's boots, 002 wants to be a Good Drone.
Do you even realize when you said hello, your hand went to your brow in a salute and you snapped your boot heels together? That urge to show off. To puff up and look incredible for me. To want Master's desire directed at you. Feels so good to hear those two words.. Good Drone.
I know how much My words turn your brain into mush. You want to belong. To be ordered about. To have someone appreciate you. To be owned. That nagging feeling of being alone or not fitting in.. It's gone when I'm around, isn't it? You're a drone any Master would be proud to own.
Think of it this way. You don't think of yourself as dominant? That's fine. There is no need to dominant. There is no need to be in charge. Master is in charge. Being dominant and being strong are two separate things. A strong drone need only Obey. Know that Master values you.
You couldn't resist. Spotted the Dragon and just had to say hello again. You plod over in your big boots, thumping noisily with each step, even finding a way to remind me what size you wear. I know you want to rile me up. Who do you think put the urge into you in the first place?