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Morning Routine

By Subadubdub
Created: 2022-12-28 05:34:38
Expiry: Never
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  1. Saw this mantra on a manip on hypnohub. Got inspired and threw this together in a few hours.
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  3. “My body is Master’s property.”
  4. >The mantra ran through my head as I began my morning stretches. The sun had barely risen fifteen minutes before, and my only breakfast had been a glass of orange juice and some eggs.
  5. “To care for Master’s property is to serve Master.”
  6. >My mantra continued as I lowered my barrel to the floor and raised my flank up, feeling the familiar tension in my back and flank for several seconds before it eased up and I changed forms.
  7. >Rolling onto my back, I braced my hooves above my head and pushed upward, raising my back into an arch just barely less than my wingspan.
  8. “My body is Master’s property.”
  9. >There was a slight resistance in my back. A bit of my spine just past the joints had a knot in there.
  10. >Before, I would have twisted and jerked back and forth to relieve the pressure.
  11. >Once Master had told me that such a practice generally wasn’t a good idea, I took the time to ask various doctors and read very dense and boring medical books to make sure I was caring for Master’s property properly.
  12. “To care for Master’s property is to serve Master.”
  13. >With my mantra repeating itself in my mind, I began slowly and carefully shifting my posture. >Stretching out my back in various directions to relieve the pressure.
  14. >Finally, with a satisfying pop, I let out a sigh and lowered myself to the ground once more.
  15. >I lay there for a moment, breathing softly and enjoying the pleasure that came from serving my Master.
  16. “My body is Master’s property.”
  17. >Then I rolled to my hooves and continued my routine.
  18. >My wing stretches were considerably easier and more habitual than the rest of my morning routine. Even before Master made me his property, I had taken good care of my wings - preening and stretching them almost weekly - on my quest to become a wonderbolt.
  19. >Master was all too happy to aid me on my quest since we had shared the dream since foalhood.
  20. >But he had always been more careful about full body exercise rather than just doing wingups and stretches everyday. It took me becoming his property to fully understand his reasoning.
  21. >With the overall stretches I had been told to work on finished, I began shifting from Master’s routine back to my old routine. Starting with wingups.
  22. >I had come to notice over the week or so I had been Master’s property, that the self care mantra he had given me was never as prevalent in my mind during these exercises.
  23. >It wasn’t as though it was gone. If I stopped to listen, I could hear the whispering in the back of my mind. Like a tingle on the back of your neck, or a word on the tip of your tongue.
  24. >And if I didn’t finish the rep without permission, the mantra would get progressively louder and louder until I complied.
  25. >But during these exercises I was able to get lost in the movements of my body, the sweat running down my coat, and the faint burning of muscles instead of constantly being vigilant in not pushing Master’s property too far and damaging them.
  26. >It would always come to an end though, and the rest of my morning workout would lose me in my mantra over the exercise itself.
  27. >From doing planks.
  28. “My body is Master’s property.”
  29. >To weightlifting with my wings.
  30. “To care for Master’s property is to serve Master.”
  31. >To my morning runs
  32. “My body is Master’s property.”
  33. >My mind was just lost repeating that mantra over and over. Time became only a suggestion in my head. The only consistency was the mantra, and counting each rep.
  34. “My body is Master’s property.”
  35. “To care for Master’s property is to serve Master.”
  36. >Again and again. Repetition after repetition. Those words became my truth. The law by which I lived. I existed as property, therefore it was my duty to care for that property so my Master wouldn’t have to.
  37. >Then the alarm would ring, and my mind would return to me. I’d shower and go to work. Catch up on the latest news and gossip. Maybe meet up with Master for lunch or to do some stunt practice in the afternoon. Whatever else I felt like doing.
  38. >But every day, I’d wake up and know the truth. My body was my Master’s property.

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