Your New Living Arrangements
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 15
by
copier
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a27293
"Now, let's find you a place to live." She said, all businesslike, swiping you up in her fist again without warning.
After a yelp of surprise, you collected yourself somewhat, and shouted up at her as she strode purposefully towards the kitchen. "What do you mean - I won't be living here!?" You asked, as she started rummaging through the cupboards.
In response, she tightened her fist around you hard, squeezing the air out of you and causing you to writhe in pain. "That's 'what do you mean, MA'AM'. No, make that Mistress! Actually, that sounds like I'm fucking this stupid, lazy American boy, so let's go with 'Master" from now on, whether or not I decide to use you to fuck myself with later." She snarled, roughly shaking you in her hand a couple of times at the end.
Meanwhile, she pulled out a variety of empty mason jars from the cupboard, and after a moment of contemplation, grabbed the largest one and made for the stairs up to her room. "From now on," she continued, still not loosening her grip, "until you've learned your lesson, you live to serve me! I've been telling your parents you needed more disciplining for years, but this has been the last straw and it's high time you had an intervention. And if I hear ANY complaining, or arguing, or if I catch you being lazy or disobedient in any way, I'll consider it a lost cause and just make this whole thing permanent." The Asian woman declared.
As she said this, she reached the stairs and was interrupted by a small black-and-white cat, which meowled and nuzzled against her leg. She knelt down to rub her knuckles between its ears, using the hand that was still squeezing the breath out of you, and then held you in front of its face for a terrifying moment. "That's if I don't decide you'll be more useful as a little bit of food and exercise for Precious, instead! Unlike you, she's quiet and behaves around here!"
She let the cat sniff you curiously for a moment, then got up and continued up the stairs and into her room. Inside is well-furnished and expansive; the floor is hardwood with a rug laid over most of the center, red-colored with gold Chinese calligraphy inlaid decoratively.
Pamela set you down on her nightstand, carelessly discarding you from her hand onto the wood, where you lay hurting all over but gratefully gasping for air. Then she opened the mason jar in her other hand, and set it down on the floor by the foot of her bed.
"This will be where you'll stay when you're done working for the day, if I don't feel like letting you wash up afterwards." She ordered, pointing to the jar. "If I also don't feel like carrying you there myself, you are responsible for going there immediately and going to sleep right away. Understand!?" She barked, and you nod vigorously and fearfully in response. "Say 'yes, MASTER!" She shouted.
"Yes, Master!"
"Good. Now take off those filthy, sweaty rags you should be ashamed to wear as 'clothes'. Hurry up! I don't want you bringing that reek of smoke, pig sweat, cheap booze and God knows what other American stink inside your 'clean' home." She commanded, turning to...
After a yelp of surprise, you collected yourself somewhat, and shouted up at her as she strode purposefully towards the kitchen. "What do you mean - I won't be living here!?" You asked, as she started rummaging through the cupboards.
In response, she tightened her fist around you hard, squeezing the air out of you and causing you to writhe in pain. "That's 'what do you mean, MA'AM'. No, make that Mistress! Actually, that sounds like I'm fucking this stupid, lazy American boy, so let's go with 'Master" from now on, whether or not I decide to use you to fuck myself with later." She snarled, roughly shaking you in her hand a couple of times at the end.
Meanwhile, she pulled out a variety of empty mason jars from the cupboard, and after a moment of contemplation, grabbed the largest one and made for the stairs up to her room. "From now on," she continued, still not loosening her grip, "until you've learned your lesson, you live to serve me! I've been telling your parents you needed more disciplining for years, but this has been the last straw and it's high time you had an intervention. And if I hear ANY complaining, or arguing, or if I catch you being lazy or disobedient in any way, I'll consider it a lost cause and just make this whole thing permanent." The Asian woman declared.
As she said this, she reached the stairs and was interrupted by a small black-and-white cat, which meowled and nuzzled against her leg. She knelt down to rub her knuckles between its ears, using the hand that was still squeezing the breath out of you, and then held you in front of its face for a terrifying moment. "That's if I don't decide you'll be more useful as a little bit of food and exercise for Precious, instead! Unlike you, she's quiet and behaves around here!"
She let the cat sniff you curiously for a moment, then got up and continued up the stairs and into her room. Inside is well-furnished and expansive; the floor is hardwood with a rug laid over most of the center, red-colored with gold Chinese calligraphy inlaid decoratively.
Pamela set you down on her nightstand, carelessly discarding you from her hand onto the wood, where you lay hurting all over but gratefully gasping for air. Then she opened the mason jar in her other hand, and set it down on the floor by the foot of her bed.
"This will be where you'll stay when you're done working for the day, if I don't feel like letting you wash up afterwards." She ordered, pointing to the jar. "If I also don't feel like carrying you there myself, you are responsible for going there immediately and going to sleep right away. Understand!?" She barked, and you nod vigorously and fearfully in response. "Say 'yes, MASTER!" She shouted.
"Yes, Master!"
"Good. Now take off those filthy, sweaty rags you should be ashamed to wear as 'clothes'. Hurry up! I don't want you bringing that reek of smoke, pig sweat, cheap booze and God knows what other American stink inside your 'clean' home." She commanded, turning to...
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