Slave at home.

[Majiksub]

My birth name was Leah, but now it is Mousey. The name I have now is the one given to me by my Master. I got that name because I am in a word mousey. I live with my Master in a large two story home. With a large comftable play room in the bassement.

My Master was one of those trustfund kids. His family owned many different companies. Him and his family all belived in the motto the family that worked together succeds together. I do not know how much his family knows about my role in his life.

My role is that I am his subbmisive. We live in a 24/7 dynamic, with total power exchange. Master sets the rules for every part of my life.

I have just fiished making dinner. I hear his car pull into the drive way. I run to the door and grab my leash hanging next to the door. I clip it to my collar. I put the handle in my mouth. I kneel by the door, keeping my legs apart, back strait and my hands laced together behind my back.

 

[frank8355]

I walk into the house from my long day at work. Mouse is in her proper position on her knees with her leash in her mouth. I pat her on the head, and take the leash from her and lead her back into the kitchen.

I tell mouse to get me my supper and a beer and to sit in the corner until I am done. Mouse sits in her corner quietly while I eat. When I am done I place the plate on the floor and let mouse eat the scraps and clean the plate.

When Mouse is done cleaning the plate, I tell her to finish cleaning the kitchen and to come upstairs when she is done.