When I'm praised, I feel butterflies in my belly. It's a tingling sensation that spreads to my whole body, and makes my chest feel all warm and fuzzy. It puts a big smile on my face from ear to ear, and all my problems and self-doubts fly away, even if just for a moment. For once, I feel good and comfortable about myself. I'm compelled to keep being good and obedient, just so I can get called more pet names, and be praised more. I can't ever have enough of them, because it makes me feel so loved and appreciated.

In short, being praised makes me just... Happy. It brings me pure, undistilled joy to my heart, and I will always strive to get as much of it as I can...