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Master often breaks my heart, but I always come back, I always obey. When she tires of her many lovers, when she tires of the needy women and possessive men, she returns to me and smiles at my antics to make her happy. She doesn't ever say a word, she doesn't have to. A glance of the eye, a flutter of the lashes, a twirl of the hair, a motion of the hand, I always know exactly what she means.
Master never means to hurt me, my heart, but she does. Maybe she does mean it, I don't know. She looks at me when I stroll by her crack-open door and smirks as I glance at the session between her and her newest lover. No matter, I know she's a deceiver, a player, a...monster. I should know better than anyone, yet I am the one the most resistant to admit it. Her parents look at me with pity, at the poor pathetic little dog who is determined to remain naive and ignorant of her abusive, conflicting master. Yes...maybe I should be pitied.
I am nothing more than a pet, a toy to my master and though I know I am her pet and years younger, I cannot help desiring being her one lover, being the one partner she will never turn away. Is that too much to hope for? Is that too much to wish for?

"My poor little fool, forever a mindless tool, Salty tears in the current of a raging flood, all I desire is your sweet delicious blood..."

That's what she said to me and yet, that's not what she does. Is my taste that repulsive? Do I have no worth beyond my gradually ending years of amusement? I guess I just have to keep going until I become a mindless puppet and she throws me away for another pet, another toy. Even if I know this, I cannot hate her or be angry. All I can feel is shame...I'll always love you, master.