As object, there will be times when the object is given an absolutely minimal amount of space to be stored in.
Face it, an object just has no status, no rights, no privileges and it should not have any expectations of ever being viewed or treated as anything other than a prized yet lowly object. An object can have expectations though… it can expect to be stored. it can expect to remain at the absolute bottom of the scale, it can expect a certain kind and level of hardship and suffering. There’s more that an object could expect but that’s a good base to work from.
As a rubber pig object, it will remain in its rubber skin at all times, when it’s stored it can expect to be sightless as well. There’s just no need for an object to see anything when it’s not being of service. it will frequently be stored in the smallest cage possible and even while locked inside that, it can expect further bondage and restriction. It’s not about punishment or cruelty, it’s part of the object’s never ending training and the severity of its bondage and confinement is admittedly something that a true object craves and needs deep inside its being.
an object might not admit to such a need, or even be aware of it, or its depths and true meaning, but its Master and Owner knows. He knows that the object needs to be tightly crated, it needs that security and confinement, it needs to feel the hard steel embrace of its Master. the object needs that constant training and reminder that it isn’t a person, that it can never expect to be an equal and even as its body starts to cramp and struggle under the pain of being so tightly confined, it knows that it’s suffering because it needs to. it needs to be a thing and it needs to please its Owner. Trapped in a cage, unable to see or speak, or even shift around, it knows its place in the world. Far too few people actually know their truth and where they fit in the world, and here… the lowly object, the lowest of the low has been given the gift of knowledge of just that. And that gift comes with a steel framed gift box.
Maybe eventually its Owner will free the object from being attached to the cage so that it can finally, thankfully at least shift its weight to one side or the other, or maybe curl up in a tight little ball on its side to lie down in its tiny cage. Imagine how grateful that object will be once it can do just that. Then suddenly that cramped confining little cage won’t feel quite as small. At least for a little while, until its knees begin to ache and need to be straightened out. When its neck also aches since no matter where the object is within the cage, it must keep its head bowed.
How long would it take for the frustration to mount, for the object’s body to fidget and shake as its frustration with its confines continues hour after hour? And when the Owner keeps the object in that ridiculously small cage overnight, or for days? It’s a struggle just to pee in a bottle in such a tiny space, drinking its fluids and nutrition through a tube gag when it can’t raise its head or unfold any part of its body. Knowing all the while that “it can always get worse” and that the object must remain silent and obedient, never whining or whimpering through its gag, never trying to plead or bargain to be released because it would be all too easy for its Master to once again apply more bondage to the object, to attach it once again to the cage and preventing the object from all that excessive and apparently wasted freedom to shift around inside the cage.
No… the object knows better. its constant training ensures that it knows better and so even though its body struggles in its rubber skin to adapt to the cage, it is grateful to its Master for keeping it at all.
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