Ground rules for tiny pets
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Sandra smirks down at you, as you try to stand up on her breasts. You have to be calm and not panic. You’re trapped with one of the most promiscuous girls in school and no one knows where you are. To survive, you ether will have to wait for Sandra to get bored with you and then return you home or escape on your own. Considering how likely it is that when she gets bored, she’s more likely to flush you then let you go, escape seems like the best option. Until the time arises when you can make a clean get away, you need to smile and not anger Sandra one bit. You smile back at Sandra, trying not to imagine what she’s concocting in that perverted mind of hers.
“Okay little man, I got to lay down some ground rules, so you don’t do anything to displease your beautiful owner.” Your smile nearly drops when you hear her referring to herself as your ‘owner’. What does she think you are, a dog?
“First off, you do everything I say, no matter what. From now on, if I’m not happy, you’re not happy. That means that you won’t back talk or refuse to attend to my needs. Got it?” You nod quickly. The first rule isn’t a surprise, you kind of expected her not to give you any rights or choice in what she does to you. To her, you’re a cool new toy that she can do anything with.
“Second, I know you have a real name, but you’re a pet so I get to pick a new one. Until I can think of something hood to call you, you’ll be little man or tiny.” Great, another attack on your humanity by this dumb skank. It’s not enough that you’re her property, now you don’t even have a name. You keep your objection to yourself and remain silent. She’s made up her mind on this and you aren’t going to get out of it. Hopefully, you’ll be long gone by the time she comes up with a suitable name for you.
“Oh yah, I almost forgot. I got friends that will be interested in using you, so if I loan you out then you got to do everything they command. When I’m not around, they’re the boss.” That’s it for you. You can take being dominated by this bitch, you can handle even being renamed, but you refuse to be passed around like a book. You raise your hand to object, but are silenced when you hear the doorbell ring.
Sandra’s face lights up. “Speaking of friends looks like one of them finally got here.” Her hand once again wraps around you and you are covered in her tight, hot hand. She gets up off her waterbed and you feel her walking out of her room. Her footsteps jar you inside her fist and you struggle to get free. In her excitement to meet her friend, Sandra has forgotten to be gentle with you and is squeezing you much to tight. Her hand is covering your face too, making breathing hard. Sandra stops at the front door and opens it, just as you squirm your head out of her closed fist. You gasp for air and weakly look up at who’s at the door.
“Okay little man, I got to lay down some ground rules, so you don’t do anything to displease your beautiful owner.” Your smile nearly drops when you hear her referring to herself as your ‘owner’. What does she think you are, a dog?
“First off, you do everything I say, no matter what. From now on, if I’m not happy, you’re not happy. That means that you won’t back talk or refuse to attend to my needs. Got it?” You nod quickly. The first rule isn’t a surprise, you kind of expected her not to give you any rights or choice in what she does to you. To her, you’re a cool new toy that she can do anything with.
“Second, I know you have a real name, but you’re a pet so I get to pick a new one. Until I can think of something hood to call you, you’ll be little man or tiny.” Great, another attack on your humanity by this dumb skank. It’s not enough that you’re her property, now you don’t even have a name. You keep your objection to yourself and remain silent. She’s made up her mind on this and you aren’t going to get out of it. Hopefully, you’ll be long gone by the time she comes up with a suitable name for you.
“Oh yah, I almost forgot. I got friends that will be interested in using you, so if I loan you out then you got to do everything they command. When I’m not around, they’re the boss.” That’s it for you. You can take being dominated by this bitch, you can handle even being renamed, but you refuse to be passed around like a book. You raise your hand to object, but are silenced when you hear the doorbell ring.
Sandra’s face lights up. “Speaking of friends looks like one of them finally got here.” Her hand once again wraps around you and you are covered in her tight, hot hand. She gets up off her waterbed and you feel her walking out of her room. Her footsteps jar you inside her fist and you struggle to get free. In her excitement to meet her friend, Sandra has forgotten to be gentle with you and is squeezing you much to tight. Her hand is covering your face too, making breathing hard. Sandra stops at the front door and opens it, just as you squirm your head out of her closed fist. You gasp for air and weakly look up at who’s at the door.
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