i. am equius' toy.
i exist to be dressed up, to be used, my holes are for his bulge. i don't need my brain to think because he does the thinking for me. he decides how i dress, and how helpless i should be. which is completely helpless because toys don't need to be able to do anything on their own.
toys exist to be used. that's what i am for. to make equius feel good. to make him cum.
i worship him. he is everything. i exist to please him. he is the answer to every question, and the solution to every problem. i would be lost without him.
toys need owners. they are nothing without their owner. their owner defines them. they are lucky when their owner plays with them. lucky to have a space to be kept.'
equius defines me as a toy and i am so lucky to have him.












