You wake up with a start as Sara's door slamming shakes the whole room, and immediately see through the jar that your nightmare is carrying a large paper shopping bag with something bulky in it, although it doesn't seem too heavy. She locks her eyes on you immediately, and, not knowing what to say but afraid of being tortured again, you do the first thing you can think of and immediately get on your knees, head down.
"Welcome back, mistress!" You call out, your pitched voice betraying your fear. A couple of thundering footsteps boom around you, and Sara's shadow casts over your prison.
"Good." You hear her say, and tentatively look up to see her smirk. "So you can learn!"
With that said, dismissively, there's a cacophony of banging metal as she slams down a small hamster cage next to your jar. It has a swinging front-facing door, and a removable plastic tray makes up the floor. "This is where you live from now on, bitch." She declares.
Suddenly, she grabs the jar and overturn it. You cry out slightly as you tumble to the wooden desk, with Sara's stale underwear draping on top of you. A fist clamps down over it, grabbing you both, and throws you carelessly into the cage, where you bounce off of the metal rails and hit the ground.
By the time you've extracted yourself, Sara has pulled another object from the bag, and holds a small hamster bottle with a hanging hook on it. Her other hand holds something small and cylindrical, which you can't quite make out. "This bottle is for you," she tells you bluntly, holding it up. "Well?"
In this territory, you navigate as best as you can. "Thank you for the bottle, mistress!" You call out as heartfully as you can. She doesn't say anything for a half-beat, so you add on: "I don't deserve you thinking of my water!" You realize it's a stupid thing to say, but you're under a lot of pressure.
Anyway, she answers suddenly. "Hah, you really are dumb." With a smirk, she shows you her other hand. It's a small bottle with a plastic shampoo cap, which she takes off entirely, pouring the contents - a clear, thin, oily substance - into the hamster bottle. "From now on, when I tell you to get lubed, you'd better move it." She orders. "I was pretty wet last time, but later I might just be bored. Or see if I can get you up my ass. Or both."
"Yes, mistress."
You feel dismayed as Sara hooks the bottle up next to you in the cage. Sara said she works from home, so she'll be bored around you all the time. This life is going to be hell.
"Now lube up," she orders, already unbuttoning the jeans she put on just to go shopping.
You shout out what she wants to hear, and turn to the bottle to dispense the slippery lube she wants you covered with.
It smells like strawberry.
"Welcome back, mistress!" You call out, your pitched voice betraying your fear. A couple of thundering footsteps boom around you, and Sara's shadow casts over your prison.
"Good." You hear her say, and tentatively look up to see her smirk. "So you can learn!"
With that said, dismissively, there's a cacophony of banging metal as she slams down a small hamster cage next to your jar. It has a swinging front-facing door, and a removable plastic tray makes up the floor. "This is where you live from now on, bitch." She declares.
Suddenly, she grabs the jar and overturn it. You cry out slightly as you tumble to the wooden desk, with Sara's stale underwear draping on top of you. A fist clamps down over it, grabbing you both, and throws you carelessly into the cage, where you bounce off of the metal rails and hit the ground.
By the time you've extracted yourself, Sara has pulled another object from the bag, and holds a small hamster bottle with a hanging hook on it. Her other hand holds something small and cylindrical, which you can't quite make out. "This bottle is for you," she tells you bluntly, holding it up. "Well?"
In this territory, you navigate as best as you can. "Thank you for the bottle, mistress!" You call out as heartfully as you can. She doesn't say anything for a half-beat, so you add on: "I don't deserve you thinking of my water!" You realize it's a stupid thing to say, but you're under a lot of pressure.
Anyway, she answers suddenly. "Hah, you really are dumb." With a smirk, she shows you her other hand. It's a small bottle with a plastic shampoo cap, which she takes off entirely, pouring the contents - a clear, thin, oily substance - into the hamster bottle. "From now on, when I tell you to get lubed, you'd better move it." She orders. "I was pretty wet last time, but later I might just be bored. Or see if I can get you up my ass. Or both."
"Yes, mistress."
You feel dismayed as Sara hooks the bottle up next to you in the cage. Sara said she works from home, so she'll be bored around you all the time. This life is going to be hell.
"Now lube up," she orders, already unbuttoning the jeans she put on just to go shopping.
You shout out what she wants to hear, and turn to the bottle to dispense the slippery lube she wants you covered with.
It smells like strawberry.
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August 17, 2023
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