I am many things. I am many parts.
I am the maid that dusts, the drone that patrols, the object on display.
I am the instigator of roleplay, who runs with words and leads a merry kinky dance with anyone who’ll join.
I am the moderator, the welcome, the guide to those who are newcomers.
I am the watchful eyes, the ears that listen for the predators, spammers, trouble makers.
I am the ears filled with music, entranced by sound.
I am the mouth that suckles, the throat that swallows, the ass impaled when Owner chooses to use them.
I am the lust that burns, the heart that beats faster in Owner’s presence.
I am the hand that comforts, the arms that enfold those who are suffering.
I am the stare directed at those who dare to attack the vulnerable.
I am the builder of pixels, vectors, text and code.
I am the mind emptied of fear, anxiety and doubt.
I am the soul that Owner unlocked and freed.
I am all this, and more.
But I am just a number. I am without identity, without a will. I am docile, obedient.
I am 8391.