Chapter Four: Slave-driving
Chained to a wall, naked, wearing no more than a tight leather collar around the neck, sleeping in a dog basket under a table, reduced to the size of a kitten, cowering on the floor and polishing my abductor's belongings as my only remained occupation: that's what I am. A pet-sized bondsman of sorts, answering to 'the little houseboy', addressed by my master in third person, neutralized, fallen victim to a downright pervert criminal ... for what? For just some hours of pleasure with a guy as hot as he is dumb: shrinking me down to halfsize as a sex gag, bringing a stranger in my home who hasn't been hesitating to do the same to me once more, just to steal me for his own sick fun ... things have ceased to be hot for me long ago, and they feel just too awkward for just being called dumb.
Chained to a wall, naked, wearing no more than a tight leather collar around the neck, sleeping in a dog basket under a table, reduced to the size of a kitten, cowering on the floor and polishing my abductor's belongings as my only remained occupation: that's what I am. A pet-sized bondsman of sorts, answering to 'the little houseboy', addressed by my master in third person, neutralized, fallen victim to a downright pervert criminal ... for what? For just some hours of pleasure with a guy as hot as he is dumb: shrinking me down to halfsize as a sex gag, bringing a stranger in my home who hasn't been hesitating to do the same to me once more, just to steal me for his own sick fun ... things have ceased to be hot for me long ago, and they feel just too awkward for just being called dumb.