The End


Princess was placed face-down on the table, between their math worksheets. She instantly started to get up on hands and knees.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Fred said, pushing down on the cheese at her back.

He ran a fingernail from the back of her knee, up to and across her ass, down to the other knee.

“That doesn’t look like a punishment,” Marie said.

“Okay,” Fred said. He licked his fingertip and touched it to her tailbone. She writhed as he stroked it down between her ass cheeks, to where the crease under her ass joined the tops of her thighs. He paused there, using two fingers to spread her legs apart.

Then he lifted his finger away from her, wiping it dry on his sleeve. She was quite for a second, then beat the table with her fists. “Come ON! Finish me! I mean, finish it! I mean… TOUCH ME!”

“No,” he said. Marie laughed.

“My turn,” she said. “Turn her over.”

Fred removed the cheese from the tail and rolled his pet over. He pinned her in place as Marie stretched out each limb and taped them down.

Then she brought out a magnifying glass and examined Princess slowly and closely, paying close attention to each millimeter of her body.

It was a new but still crushing experience for Princess.

Once more her universe seemed to screw down into a tiny slice of reality. There was her, her body, and there was The Eye, floating above her, looking where it wanted, for as long as it wanted.

There was no escaping the Eye. No hiding. Nothing she did to twist or squirm would block the view of anything The Eye cared to examine.

She was watching herself being regarded so closely, the finger touching her boob caught her by complete surprise. She screamed.

“There, there, Princess,” Fred’s voice came to her. He stroked a fingertip on her bare hip. Her owner was here, her owner would keep her safe.

The magnifying lens shifted. Fred’s eye looked her over. She felt like he could see to and through her tiny little soul.

He kept stroking her hip, telling her she was safe. She saw no reason not to believe him.

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When he got home, he took her out of the carrier and looked her over. She was back in bra and panties. He held the two mouse costumes Marie had given him, one complete and one she thought of as the half-assed costume, though it was really either entirely assed, or none-assed, depending on how you viewed it.

“I need to find a place that sells butterfly nets,” he said.

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“Well, in the cartoons, the cat chases the mouse with hammers, vacuum cleaners, brooms… I’m not that angry at my little mouse.

“So I’d chase her with a butterfly net.”

Princess smiled mischievously and turned as if to run away from him across the table. She made it two steps, then slipped on something.

She staggered, kind of running/falling towards the edge of the table. Her whole, tiny life flashed before her eyes.

Then a giant hand swooped in and stopped her. “I have you,” Fred said.

She grabbed his finger and hugged it tight. Slowly her breathing slowed to normal. She started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asked. “It looked like you were going to-“

“You HAVE me,” she said. “God, that makes the marriage vow seem like ‘close cover before striking.’”

“Huh?” He wondered if she was getting hysterical. He lifted her closer to his face and stroked her hair.

“Fred, I’m fine,” she assured him. He nodded and lowered his hand. “But you can keep petting me!” she said quickly. He smiled and continued stroking.

“It’s just… Well, you HAVE me. In any way you can imagine. To have and to hold. You have me as a friend, you have me as property, you have me as a lover… You HOLD my life in your hands, you hold my body, you hold my attention whenever you speak.”

“I do cherish you,” he replied. “I think I love you.”

“Love, like, lust,” she shrugged. “Whatever it really is doesn’t matter.” She got down on her knees and kissed his palm. She wasn’t sure he could feel it so she licked him, too. “It’s us.”

“From this day forward,” he said.

“At least, until I’m fully trained,” she giggled.

“Oh,” he said. “Well, we’d better get back to that. To training. Training you.”

“Me, yes,” she agreed. “I’m the one that needs to be brought to heel.”

His free hand curved around her and stroked her panties. “That’s not my heel!” she complained, but with a smile.

“OH, I thought you said brought to FEEL!”

She rolled to her back, legs spread invitingly. He stroked her inner thighs. “I guess,” she said, “that’ll be the next training goal. Ennunciating. Heel and feel.”

“Lick and kick,” he said. She waved her legs for him.

“Come and bum,” she moaned, dragging his finger to her crotch. He resisted. She pinched her legs together but ended up moving herself to where his finger was. “Oh, take me to the classroom, Master,” she whimpered.

“Hey, I’m in charge,” he protested.

“Yes, sir,” she whined, eyes closed, humping herself along his digit. “What do you want to do, Master?”

“Classroom,” he said hoarsely, stuffing the costumes into the carrier and stepping towards the basement stairs.



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Index

91. Thief