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Humalog, beg your Goddess Owner! You wake up in a cage. You do not know where you are. You're naked and ringing in your ears and a faint taste in your mouth. You don't remember how, or where, but your head is still spinning. It's too difficult to sit up. There is a clean, soft blanket on the floor, covering the cage bottom. The air is warm humid, and comfortable on your skin. You can smell the scent of your own body, and of hair, and the steel wires of the cage, and of leather. Now we are in an empty smooth expanse of white. I stop here, and you sit at my feet. Good. You are here to learn obedience. You are so good, and so ready to learn to obey. Come Here! That's right. Very, very good. Sit! Lie Down. Good human doggy! Roll Over. Very good human doggy. You've completely accepted your human doggy nature now, and it feels so good. Better than you could have imagined. But you're not imagining now. You're living in the moment. It's what humans doggy do.