Promises, promises

He came behind the office chair, his hand snaking into the hair grabbing a handful while pulling one into an upright sitting position. The other hand roamed down the chest to pinch a nipple. All struggles were met with a further tightening of the hand in the hair, until eventually even one small stubborn slave gave up. Mind you by then the arse was about an inch off the seat.

Sensing that He had won, he gave the nipple one last tweak and lost interest, wandering off...

Bastard!

No relief

A hand reached out to poke and pinch slave flesh in an annoying manner. Don't you ever get tired of bugging the crap out of one small slave? There was silence. And then the hand reached out again...

Sighs guess that was a no

How to lose those carefully gathered slave points

Step one: Wake up with day two of a screaming migraine

Step two: Look in the fridge and realise that you are going to have to go out to forage

Step three: Meander round the supermarket gathering food for meals

Step four: Go home to make those meals and realise that you have managed to miss a key ingredient for each and every one of those aforementioned meals

Sighs it's a skill

Creative uses for your slave

Number 463

People often think that a slave having something... say a migraine... renders her useless to her master. After all she is sick. That would be a rookie mistake. She makes a very good napkin for when you have greasy fingers from the snack food you are eating.

Simply smear your fingers over her until they are clean.

There is the added bonus of hearing her whimper with gratitude at being found useful and pleasing to her master.

This helpful hint is brought to you in tones of dripping sarcasm

Oh wouldn't you know it

Today dawned, the last shift before holidays, with a slightly sore throat, mild aches and pains and... that slight, undefinable feeling of queasiness.  

And not the so excited to be heading into holidays kind either

OFFS! This is beyond unfair!

Whine, whine, bitch, moan, kicks the cat... 

Not that one actually would... it would retaliate tenfold

Whispers we respect the cat

One fingernail left...

All one has to do is get through tomorrows six hour shift without killing some annoying customer and it will be holidays...

Well apart from that pesky training stuff...

But holidays

Beams quietly