Regressed For Your Own Good) I'm sick of hearing you talk about how you don't need anyone else. A complete aversion to dependence isn't a strength. It's a weakness. You think you're so tough, always having to do things your way, always wanting to be on top. This magic necklace of mine has the power to turn back time and regress your growth to any stage of development. As the years roll off of you. As you lose the ability to move and think on your own, so shall you lose the will. A pleasant complacency fills your mind. You no longer remember how to care for even your most basic needs, and so you must accept my help to feed, to rest, and even to relieve your bodily waste. That pride of adulthood is nothing but a memory now that someone else knows your intimate toilet secrets and sees you naked on a daily basis. But now you don't mind being vulnerable. You're my boy now. The only things you want in life are to take milk from my warm breast and to be rocked to bed. Don't worry, little guy. I'll take care of you.
