You planned this out. You were methodical. You researched her, learned her habits, all about her, in a very secret-stalker way. Once you saw her and found out who she was you had to have her. And so you began to plan how to achieve your goal. You waited for the right time. You ran into her on the street and started a normal conversation. You used your natural vampiric powers of persuasion to put her into a hypnotic state where she was receptive to your every suggestion. Your first suggestion was that she get in your car quietly. She did so immediately after your suggestion with a smile on her face. You began to drive back to your house and she awoke from her trance, unexpectedly.

“This never happens…” you thought to yourself and came up with a rapid plan of action for how to handle this without crashing the car unnecessarily.

“Look at me”, you said sternly.

But she did not look at you. She began to panic at being in an unknown car when she had just been walking down the street before. You came up with a second plan as quickly as the first, as you are often good at thinking on your feet. You reached one hand over to her and grabbed her neck at the sides, keeping her still and lightly squeezing your fingers to reduce her oxygen supply from blood to the brain. You know everything there is to know about oxygen to the brain and blood to anywhere in the body. As well you should as an elder vampire, of course. She began to scream and thrash her arms and legs about in the car, perhaps hoping someone would hear her. But you had purposefully taken the quiet back roads as part of your plan already. Always thinking ahead, you are. Her writhing and kicking began to slow and barely audible sounds came from her mouth, almost sounding like moans instead of quiet screams. But her screaming did arouse you. You really wanted to adjust yourself for comfort but you had to keep one hand on the wheel.

“It can wait a moment”, you thought to yourself.

You got her to a state of unconsciousness but could hear her blood swirling about as her heart pumped slowly in this vulnerable state. You knew she would be fine. You leaned her head back against the seat’s headrest and used your now free hand to adjust the length that had grown within you during her struggle. You both want and don’t want her to struggle. Arriving at your house didn’t take much longer and you pulled into the garage. You took her out of the car and carried her upstairs to the bed in the room you had already prepared for you. You already knew what the backstory would be that you would tell her. You wanted her to feel right at home like she had always been with you. Always home with you.

“That’s right, My Sweet. Peaceful sleep… for the moment”. And you let out a malicious chuckle as you gently lifted her shirt up and over her head, making sure her head didn’t hit the railing behind her. This was a very special bed you had constructed just for her. More of a cage, really, but without a top and she would come to feel comfortable in it in time. As though it were the only way one could ever possibly sleep and any other type of bed for her wouldn’t make sense. You have well-practiced techniques for this type of learning from decades of experience. You unhook her bra in the back and let her breasts drop naturally as they are freed from its confines. Her breasts were wonderful. Creamy white skin and just enough for a handful size…

“Mmm”, you exhaled and held her up with one hand to stroke yourself a few times over your pants as your length resurfaced once more. You fondle her breasts briefly and squeeze each nipple and watch it get hard.

“Yes, My Dear. Even while unconscious I can use you as I please. Even now. You will come to understand it in time”, you say aloud. You lay her down with her legs partly off the bed in a crooked manner to better get your fingers around the button and zipper on her jeans. You undo them both and slide her pants off from the bottom by the ankles. Her lacey, pink panties have a tiny fuchsia bow at the top and it makes your length stiffen a little bit more. You decide she can keep that particular pair of panties but you plan to get rid of the rest of the clothing items she came in with.

“You can keep those panties, My Sweet, but that doesn’t mean you get to keep them on right now. You know you want to get her close to cuming but not have an actual orgasm so that when she wakes up soon, she’ll be feeling very good and not know why. It might calm her down, is your best theory. You imagine it has to be hard to panic if you’re so close to an orgasm, even if you don’t know why. You pull down her panties slowly, watching the fabric slide down and move the soft flesh beneath. You set them aside on top of the nearby dresser and unbutton your pants. You wore no underwear today, knowing this might happen. And you plan to take full advantage of it now that you have the opportunity at last.

“So many nights I waited for the right time,” you say as you twist her upper body so that she is now straight on the bed. Her legs dangle down towards the bottom with the front railing pushed off to the side in preparation for this moment. You take one leg in each hand and open her up so you can look at your treasure. You force down a green button that sits on the wall by the bed with a moment of telekinetic power; a skill you have practiced so much now that it takes very little energy. The bed raises up for you and your length is now pointed directly at your target. You delicately touch and feel around inside this special treasure, soaking in the feeling of contentment as the wetness surrounds your fingers.

“Mmm, yes. So wet for Me my dear, and you don’t even know it”, you say aloud seemingly to yourself but you’re really hoping her subconscious is listening. You want her to feel scared because then you can calm her down and make her all better right after. She won’t even know she was scared and that’s just how you like it. Affectionate cruelty, you call it. You position the tip of your cock at her opening by stepping forward just slightly, still holding her legs up and apart. Now that the bed has raised up, you are lined up perfectly for thrusting without it taking much energy for your position. You planned this exactly knowing you would need to hold her legs while she was unconscious or tranced. You slowly move your hardness all the way in; not thrusting at all, just entering at this point. Your cock seems to have a mind of its own and is busy mapping out what this treasure feels like by the inch. You can feel her muscles loosely around you, but with this narrow of a natural opening, you feel quite pressed upon in every direction. It feels wonderful knowing you got her, knowing she is yours to do with as you please, knowing she is special, and knowing she feels so tight around you and so good in this moment. Especially knowing she’s a virgin and you’re taking her all for yourself and no one else.

“Mmmmm. Yes my sweet. You are doing so well for me,” you say aloud once more for her subconscious mind to hear. You see her breathing start to change ever so slightly and her cheeks flush. She’s enjoying this even if she doesn’t know it.

“That just won’t do…”, you think to yourself as you push in a little bit more, as far in as your length will go, to make sure she is well popped. You begin to pull your hips back and forth, dragging your cock along her muscles and flesh; your cock still paying attention to how delightful it feels and what types of movement cause a reaction deep within. You know she will be waking up soon so you let go of one leg and let it fall to the bedside and place it on her chest instead to hold her down. It doesn’t hurt that you also get to feel the edges of both breasts at the same time. You watch her eyes flutter open and immediately make her unable to speak as soon as her eyes lock on yours.

“I can’t have you screaming too loudly for the neighbors, my dear”, you say with a chuckle at the end. You see her mouth open and try to scream immediately. She’s probably never felt cock before; maybe not even have been naked with anyone before, you think to yourself. She begins to struggle with her hands, trying to loosen your grip that is keeping her pressed down with no trouble as your cock speeds up now and slams against her as your length goes in as far as possible. She begins to move her free leg to try and push you off as her whole body goes into panic at the realization of what’s going on. She is being raped by someone she doesn’t know and for some reason her voice is not working. She can’t seem to call for help. She’s too panicked to think.

“Yes, struggle for me my sweet. I do love a struggle.”

She begins to flail with every available limb in an attempt to get free. You planned for this and are having no trouble what-so-ever of keeping her right where you want her as your cock slams inside her once more. Suddenly, her head falls back onto the bed and all her free limbs drop down. Unable to cope with the panic, she fainted. Just as you had expected she would when you didn’t stop your thrusts and she realized what was happening to her. You know she’s listening when you speak, though. So you decide to add in some of your beginning training while she’s lost to the world for now.

You moan with an, “Mmmmm”.

“You like to do what I say”, you speak aloud in a lower voice than usual as you slow down your thrusting and go more gently now.

“I know you can hear me and I know you can’t think. And that is okay”, you say aloud once again for your treasure to hear as you feel yourself coming closer to climaxing with each thrust.

“Nod if you can hear Me”, you say in that lower-register pitch. She nods her head and you feel yourself get harder now, filling her up all the way, pre-cum swirling around your cock with each, slow, deliberate thrust.

“I am Yours. Think ‘I am Yours’ over and over in your mind right now. You don’t have to speak, just keep thinking ‘I am Yours’”, you say as you also sense her close to orgasm, knowing she will begin to associate the feeling of near orgasm to belonging to you.

“I like to please Him”, you say in that deep voice for your treasure to hear. “You will now think ‘I like to please Him’ in your mind.”, you say and change your thrusting pattern from long and slow to shorter distance but quicker thrusts as you feel climax approaching quickly.

“You moan again and feel your breath exhaling quickly from the pleasure and because you want her to know she is being good and bringing you pleasure from these sounds. “In time she will know them well”, you think to yourself.

“It’s okay that you’re not talking. Your job is to listen to my voice and always do as I say. Listen to my voice and follow. It’s quite simple my sweet.”, you say as your quick thrusts build into a pleasure you have anticipated for some time now.

“Nod if you can hear me and agree”, you say in that low tone she will come to know as her Master. She nods and inhales deeply afterwards, her back beginning to arc from the impending climax within her body.

You want her to learn your cuming moan the most. It will be the thing she always associates with maximum pleasure. “Mmmmm”, you let out a breath as your orgasm bursts forth and begins to fill her up with your power over her. You feel her muscles tighten around your cock as you cum as her body orgasms with the mind unaware because that is what you desired to have happen. Your thrusts slow because her muscles are so tight around you they inhibit movement ever-so-slightly. Not that you couldn’t exert more effort easily if it was what you wanted instead. Her face and mouth show you an expression you will come to love dearly, but no sound comes forth from her mouth until you will it.

You finish pulling out of her and let her left leg drop back down next to the other one. You move your hand in front of her eyes signifying ‘lights out’ with your mind and tell her to sleep. Her body immediately goes limp and you put on your pants, leaving her there to panic in silence a moment. You grab a nightgown from one of the drawers. It is lavender colored and mostly see-through with some white lace around the edges of the sleeves and bottom hem. As you turn to put it on her you see a small amount of blood leaking out in the mixed juices of your combined orgasms. “She doesn’t know how special she is”, you think to yourself , “That will have to change.”

You grab a washcloth and wipe up most of the juices, but not all. You want her to know when she senses that little bit of wetness that something might have happened, but she won’t be sure. You finish dressing her in the nightgown and push the green button again with your mind. The bed lowers and you swing closed the gated-railings on all four sides. The ceiling acts as a top when the bed is in the right position so she’ll always be here when you want her here at any time. You sense your length twitching again, craving more, feeling your power increase over her with every passing day, starting right now.

“Being in your caged bed does not worry you,” you say aloud to her sleeping mind. “It is not like a prison at all,” you continue on speaking in a medium-ranged, soft tone. A tone you know she has to pay attention to because there is nothing else in her mind but what you put there. “Your caged bed is very comfortable and you like it,” you say in that same comforting tone. “You do not need to try and escape the caged bed because you like it,” you say aloud as you continue to weave the lies into her mind. “You do not need to think here, and you love being told what to think by me,” you assure her with the same soft voice. “Nod your head if you like your comfy cage bed,” you say in a lighter, happier sounding tone just like a proud father would say to a child. Your length stiffens again as she begins to move her head up and down in a slow-motion nod.

“Hmmmmm…,” and a moan escapes your lips as you watch her body react as soon as she hears it. Her body stiffens and she inhales at the sudden shock of pleasure into her system at hearing you moan this way.

“Good night my sweet, you may wake at any time or go to sleep for the night. I will always take what I want from you at any time.”, you say in a darker, deep voice. You watch her body tighten, the pleasure slowly drifting away and turning to fear without knowing why. Your cock is now squeezing against the outside of your pants as it hardens more.

“I am the darkness in your mind,” you say in the same deep tone. You know you want to make her scared. You know making her scared runs contrary to the orders to feel that her caged bed is comfortable. She will be unable to make a decision because the two answers are in opposition and it will make her fade for you again. You feel like testing her out some now that you have her. ‘Who says a nightgown is just for bedtime’, you think to yourself. You decide you aren’t quite done with your toy yet for the night.

“There is nothing you can do now little one,” you say in what seems to be your new-normal tone in a lower register. As you say this, you know there will be fear building up inside her but she is asleep and can do nothing about it. Her body will do what you tell it to whether she is awake or not and the power of that causes a new surge of activity down below. The pulsing of the blood in your aroused veins pushes your cock against the pants each time with the movement. Not feeling like denying yourself this surprise willing victim, you walk over to the button and push it. Your gait is slightly wider than before, you stand less stiffly, you have a different air about you now. You feel akin to the big bad wolf stalking dear little red riding hood; and now you have her. You undo your pants quickly and without thinking about it, throwing them to the side. The bed has lowered down again and you push the rails slowly to the sides of their tracks.

You make a growling noise aloud and your fangs pop out of their hiding spot, stretching for the first time in days.

“It has been so long since I had a proper meal, little girl”, you say aloud, hoping it will cause her to panic a little more at the thought of being eaten. Her muscles tense visibly and her jaw tightens as her teeth clench together. You unbutton your shirt and toss it aside. You grab at her breasts and squeeze them harshly, and emit a violent implying moan. You pull her towards you and jam your cock into her pussy. The muscles will either move or tear, you don’t care. She is yours now and will please you either way. You watch as her head twists from side to side as she thrashes it trying to say no. You know she is probably already sore from earlier, even though you were gentler then.

“You’re going to have to get used to being fucked, little girl,” you say with sternness. “You are going to have to get used to being used, slut.” You thrust your length in and out of her pussy at different angles now, trying to make sure every single inch feels sore tomorrow. “You will fuck whomever and whatever I say when I say it. Or you will hurt for the rest of your days.” You want her to KNOW her body was fucked but her mind will not remember it. She won’t even know why her body feels the way it feels… she’ll have an idea, but she won’t know why because she is in her sleep state that does not speak to her conscious mind. You slow down your thrusts and come to a stop inside her because you want the moment to last more. You want her to wonder if it’s over. You know she is wondering if there really a cock in there now because you stopped moving. You see her body relax and know she has now forgotten the moments from before. She won’t be certain if she was being raped or having birthday cake and is just really sore inside for some reason today that she cannot place.

You squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, hard at first then softer. “Yes, your breasts are much smaller now, my dear”, you say. “Your breasts are just barely getting started but still so wonderful. You will always let anyone I wish be allowed to touch your breasts, my sweet. Touching breasts is fun and good,” you say aloud to firmly plant these thoughts in her sleeping mind. You want her to be used well, after all. She’ll have to learn to like these things. You decide she’s had enough relaxation time and now it’s time to make her squirm again for your pleasure. You begin to squeeze around her breasts towards the bottom as you lean over her now and start thrusting at whatever pace you feel like at that moment. Whatever feels good to you is what you like to do; especially with Your new fuck toy.”

“MMmmmm… “ you moan aloud and say “You are going to be such a good fuck toy little one.” You take one hand and put it over her face, smashing it into the bed with an almost-slap. You see her wince in fear and feel her face for a moment, forgetting about the cock thrashing you are giving her down below. “You are so sore now from being fucked so much, my good little toy,” you say after letting out one more moan from how good her sore little pussy feels against your cock.

“You like to be fucked. You love to be fucked. You don’t like to be fucked. You hate to be fucked,” you say intending to cause deliberate confusion in her mind. ‘Is she being raped right now? Is she having sex with a loved one for the first time right now?’ you know she is thinking. You lift her head up by her hair so it sits straight up now and command her to open her eyes. She does so immediately and without thinking.

“Touch your breasts,” you say sternly and thrust your cock into her once as you say it deliberately. Her body obeys the thoughts you planted in her head. Her eyes seem to be staring vacantly ahead, not even seeing your body so close to hers. You thrust in and out some more at whatever speed you desire to prolong this orgasm because you want her to feel every inch of you over and over. You watch her touching her breasts mindlessly and decide to give her more testing on following directions in this state.

“Squeeze your nipples in the way that brings you the most pleasure right now,” you say sterly. She begins touching her nipples in what seems like random patterns. First she squeezes them between her thumb and forefingers, then she pinches them, then she swirls her fingers around them, and brushes her fingers across the top of them. The nipples grow and harden and you know she is following your instructions well so far. Your pace has slowed to make sure she feels the pleasure you are making her breasts feel.

“When I say ‘harder now’ you will squeeze your nipples if both hands are free and able to do so safely with medium to hard tension. Nod your head and open your mouth if you understand,” you say with confidence. She only half nods her head but with how dizzy she probably feels, you feel it is a good job. She opens her mouth a few seconds later and you pull your cock out of her pussy and jam three fingers in there instead.

“Harder now”, you say and make her squeeze her nipples just as you instructed. Her fingers find the flesh of the nipples and start squeezing as you had instructed instead of moving in random pleasure patterns before.

“Hmmmmm,” you moan as you sense her quiet compliance and it arouses you even more than before. You jab your three fingers in and out of her well-used pussy, then increase to four, and then finally work your thumb in too.

“You’re such a dirty cunt. You’re going to be so fucking sore tomorrow. You just got raped, bitch. And now I’m going to rape you some more,” you say in your darker voice. You know she is feeling pleasure from her nipples and you know you are scaring her with your talk and your fingers moving ruthlessly inside her without care. You fist fuck her for a few moments and then pull your hand out and spread the blood and cum juices all over your shaft.

“Stop touching your nipples right now. You don’t deserve to touch them, you worthless cunt,” you say. Her hands drop down to her sides, her mouth still open, her eyes staring blankly ahead into nothingness. You can hear her breath quicken from fear and it just makes you want to cum in that throat of hers even more than before. You take your hand and put it behind her head and push her down over your shaft. You go in slow enough so as not to choke her or make her cough. You want her to take it in nice and deep. Once she has fully swallowed your full length you notice how the back of her throat feels against the tip of your cock. You put one hand on the back of her head and push her head down hard over you, knowing she can’t breathe like this, wanting her to suffer and crave nothing in the world more than air.

“You love being used. You hate being used. You love being used more than anything in the world. You hate being used more than anything in the world,” you say in a more normal-sounding voice as you finally pull your cock out just enough for her to take in a large breath of air. You know she has no idea what’s happening to her body right now. All she could possibly be aware of is that she needed to breathe suddenly more than any rape or throat fucking could matter. You start pushing her head down and then pulling it back up by her hair to get your cock good and fucked by her sweet, sweet mouth. Your voice is now more sensual, your posture more relaxed, your tone now sounds adoring and soothing. ‘Now it’s time to make her start to love me instead of fear me’, you think to yourself. You want her to enjoy it now. Crave it. Feel like she can’t live without this pleasurable feeling of nothingness. Your cock is sending you the signals that you’re going to cum again soon but you aren’t quite finished with your new toy’s training yet so you slow your pace a little.

“Use your tongue baby girl. Daddy wants to feel your tongue on his nice big cock,” you say lovingly as though there were absolutely nothing wrong with this scenario. Her tongue comes to life with a swirl, her mouth relaxes, her breath becomes more steady, and her posture reflects a heightened state of arousal more now than before. “Go slow for Daddy. Slow your tongue my favorite girl,” you say to test, once again, how long it takes for her to process your command and change how her tongue is moving. You wonder if it will be seconds or minutes. How lost is she really? A few seconds pass and her tongue movements have not changed so she has not yet processed the new command. You take mental note of how long it took before her tongue did accept the new command. Her tongue now slowly crawled across your shaft, running it along the very veins themselves at times, other times slowly in a circle around the tip.

“Mmmmm,” you let out another moan reflecting how proud you are of your little girl. “That feels so nice to Daddy, my sweet girl,” you say as you pat her on the top of her head and then begin to pet from top to bottom on the right side of her head. You want to invoke fun and playfulness now, and you know that will be the right side. You spend a long time studying this girl. And you plan to put her to good use. You shake her head quickly and hit the left side of her head with a light slap.

“Who said you could enjoy this, bitch?” you ask in a darker, lower voice, knowing it will scare her. But you want to cum now. As much as you love those delicate touches she gave you as ordered, you want something else now. You want to fuck that mouth one last time and make sure she feels good and raped every which way with her body tomorrow and not have a fucking clue what happened. “Mmmmmmm,” you moan and start bobbing her head across your shaft again, feeling yourself get more aroused now. You make her head move up and down by her neck with one hand, squeezing it as she bobs. Wanting her to get dizzy and faint, wanting her to get to that state of forgetting what’s about to happen to her. So you’ll always be daddy to her and not the big bad wolf. She is still breathing fine through your cock with her mouth still open as you commanded it earlier. You know she’s not panicking for air which will confuse her because she is getting that feeling of not having enough oxygen and can’t figure out why. You feel so close to cuming now but you aren’t done yet. A mouth just won’t feel as sore tomorrow as a good and tight pussy hole. You push on her forehead backwards, causing her body to fall back onto the bed.

“Close your mouth cunt. I’m going to fuck your hole again,” you say and know she will panic at the word ‘again’ because she already cannot recall what happened to her just moments before. Your cock still stands straight out with full hardness and you lean down and slowly push your cock in at first, and then increase your speed. You want to cum and you want it now. You know just how to move in this pussy already to make it feel its best around you.

“Oooommmmm,” you moan.

The blood from her cherry pop smells so delicious and enticing it distracts you from your orgasm. You can no longer hold back your blood lust so you pull out of her pussy and bite just over the top of the clitorus instead. You lick your tongue around the area, tasting the mixture of blood and cum. You suck the blood from her body slowly at first, and then faster as you taste the rush of energy and get something else your body truly needs. You swirl your tongue around her clit and feel it swell up with arousal. Her body goes limp, despite the impending orgasm. You know it is because her mind cannot process whether she is aroused or afraid and goes to a state of nothingness. You knew this was likely to happen. It’s one of the many reasons she was chosen.

“You… Like… To… Be… Used…,” you say, pausing between each word to jam three fingers over her G-spot and press down and move. Her cunt overflows with juices from the orgasm you just made her have, the small stream of droplets making small splashing sounds as they hit the floor. Her clit swells up even more and you know she’s close to the biggest orgasm of her life. She doesn’t know if it’s rape or consensual, part of her doesn’t even know what sex is, and it doesn’t matter. ‘She will do what you want when you say you want it because you say it… eventually,’ you think to yourself.

“Ohmmmmmm,” you moan and slow your drinking down, feeling you have had just enough to quench your thirst and begin to know her taste. No need to rush things, there will be plenty of time to drink her in later too. You have one hand paying attention to her clit and the other hand has fingers stimulating that G-spot. You want and need her to get close to cuming. She has to feel it. It’s the best time to do the training that needs to be done now that she is here. Her body would normally be arching in pleasure right now, breath heaving, moans turning to near screams if she wasn’t lost right now.

“Mmmmmmm,” you moan for both her pleasure and your own. Her stillness amongst such treatment is amazing you and wakes your cock up once more.

You begin to tell her the story you want her to believe as she wakes tomorrow with a wrecked pussy, sore throat, and no idea where she is or why. “You adore me. You love to please me. When you please me you feel pleasure. Doing what I say brings me pleasure. This means you love to do what I say. Nod if you agree and you can cum little girl.” You finish telling your story and making your demand of submission for orgasm known. You know she won’t process it or really understand it, but she’ll start to feel it. And that’s good enough for now. It takes a minute or two but her head finally nods as she remembers you told her to nod but probably not why anymore. You move your fingers over her clit and at her G-spot at the same time and a huge wave of orgasm begins and you can feel it in both places.

“You may move my sweet. Make all the noise you want. Move all you want. Enjoy it my dear. You were very good for Me. You are My good little sleepy head girl. You are Mine. You are My good girl,” you say aloud knowing it will heighten her orgasmic state, maybe even turn into a few in a row. The longer she cums the more training and story-telling you can do. She won’t know I’m secretly training her to associate what I say during this time with her orgasmic feeling. But she will know somewhere inside she is my good girl and she is Mine. “Let them all out baby. You can have as many as you want. You just tell me to stop if it’s too much sweetie,” you say in a happy, friendly tone of voice. You know that when you change your tone of voice you are speaking to different parts of her mind. There is a voice for the teenager or little, there is a voice for the fucktoy you intend to abuse again very soon, and there is a voice for the dominant man who commands you with his will and you don’t even know about it. She cums several more times and then you notice her hips pulling away from your touch slightly. You realize you must have hit that point where she can’t take any more as she’s too sensitive from the pleasure you allowed her to have.

“Just relax now baby girl. Take in some deep, slow breaths for me. Relax now. You did great. Everything is okay. You are happy. I am happy. Take another breath for me sweetie. You’re my good girl!” you say in that relaxed and welcoming voice that you do when you want to calm her down and tell her nothing bad happened at all. What will exist in her mind is only what you tell it to when she’s in the right state. My God, how does no one else know how special this girl is. I have waited so long to find this. You feel your cock come back to life again as you realize the value in your treasure but you decide you’ve had enough fucking for the night and you shake those feelings of arousal off for now.

“Me touching you is good. Me touching you is allowed, always. Me touching you is very good, My sweet girl.” you say with a soothing tone that sounds almost sleepy-like. “It’s almost time to go to ‘sleep sleep’ now, My good girl,” you say. It’s time for her to sleep in the state she will come to know means undisturbed sleep. You know how to get her to be in exactly the state you want already. You studied her, you’ve waited for her, and now you know just how to best use her for your own pleasure. It requires a good imagination because of how her mind works and stellar observation skills; but you have both. “Good night my sweet, it is time for ‘sleep sleep’ now. Yawn for me my dear.” you say with a snap of your fingers next to each ear once. You put her nightgown back on her, straighten her on the bed,

You kiss her forehead in the center once and then press that spot with a single finger. You press lightly downward on her forehead, right in the middle and say, “You are to ‘sleep sleep’ now. All will be good when you awaken tomorrow. Good night night.” You see her body relax and a big exhale come out as she seems to be settling in for actual sleep now. You are even more impressed with yourself at how much you were able to accomplish this day. Your special toy awaits further programming and every day you can do what you want with her and simply erase anything bad that happened afterwards. You release your fingers from her forehead and tuck the blanket in around her to make her feel extra comfortable. You close the railings around her cage bed and walk out of the room for the night… at least for now.