How I became a kitchen slave
The end to another day of my self indulgent servitude. I’m now resting in the padded cage that Mistress allows me to use for rest, or when I'm being an eyesore. Tonight I have been given permission to use Mistress’s laptop to write a story of the joys of being owned as a kitchen servant. I’m allowed to stay with Ma’am and Sir in their home, the cage I sleep in is located underneath the counter in the kitchen. There is a curtain that separates the cage from the outside to not displease my owner...
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