"Hi. Now Jacinda, how long have you worked for us?"
"A few years."
"And we have always been good to you, yes?"
"Oh yes. Always."
"So there would be no reason for you to say, "call the authorities" on us would there?"
"Oh no miss. Never."
"As you know, we are... domineering women. We like it when people know their place and are put there. I guess what I'm trying to say is..."
"It was my birthday yesterday; and my mother got me the most wonderful gift." Amanda chimed in. "A slave. She's upstairs right now, mummified and tucked away, unable to do anything but contemplate her new position in life. When you clean my room, just ignore her.That should be easy enough, she's completely mummified, not an inch of skin visible."
"We, my daughter and I, just wanted to tell you so you were not shocked. Also, up on the nightstand, there's an envelope. 10,000 dollars inside. It's your's, just keep what we just told you a secret. Yes?"
Jacinda stood in stunned silence. "Do we have an agreement?" asked Amanda.
"Ye...yes. Yes Miss Amanda."
"Good."
Jacinda began cleaning the house, her head still reeling from what she just heard. A slave? Who? How? It didn't matter now. Ten thousand dollars was a lot of money, and she wasn't about to lose this job.
...
Three hours passed and the three women had gone about their normal day. Millie-Kay answered e-mails from her cushy corporate job, Amanda updated her social on whatever vapid topic took her interest that day. #SavetheFieldMice or whatever. Jacinda on the other hand continued to clean the house, saving Amanda's room for last. She still had so many questions and hoped that cleaning the girl's room would help her answer them. Amanda's room was dark, the lights turned down, and the room set to a cool 5 c. It was also quiet, the only thing out of place being the furry bulge on the bed, the bulge raising and lowering with each breath. Jacinda walked over to the bed and placed her hand on the bulge. "EEP" she heard a muffled squeak as the bulge tensed up beneath the furs. Jacinda walked up to the top of the bed, and grabbed the hood with both hands and pulled it off. The fur mummy looked at Jacinda in shock, as if she was expecting someone else. "Help me." mouthed the bound girl. "Please," she whispered. "These crazy women kidnapped me and tied me up in this fur setup. Please don't leave." Jacinda looked at the girl, and then looked at the money on the nightstand. The girl was no older than her own daughter, barely even an adult. She thought about her own daughter in this predicament, and how she would feel. Then she thought about the ten thousand dollars. It would help out a lot, getting debts paid and even having savings for once. It wasn't even really a choice.
"I'm sorry," Jacinda said as she pulled the hood back on. She finished cleaning as fast as she could, and then took the money left for her and left the house.
Minutes later Amanda strode into the room and removed the hood again. She pulled the fox blanket off this time however. Mary Ann dared not speak, fearing another broken rule would send her back into furry darkness.
"Are you hungry?" asked Amanda.
"Yes Princess." Said MaryAnn timidly.
"Well, I have some nummy nummy for my widdle mummy," responded Amanda as she produced a baby bottle from inside the sleeve of her fur coat. "Here we go." Amanda sat down on the bed, holding the bottle as MaryAnn began to suckle."Oh yeah, that's a good Kitten. Good girl, eat up."
MaryAnn suckled aggressively at the nipple. It was the first time she had anything to eat or drink since being mummified. "Mmmmm," MaryAnn vocalized while suckleing.The bottle was quickly emptied.
"All done!" said Amanda. Removing the bottle and placing it on the bedside table. "You know, you've been in that cocoon a long time. How would you like to go to the bathroom?"
"Please Princess."
"Ok." Amanda slowly worked her way down the cocoon to the waist, unlocking the hobble dress from the straitjacket. Cool air rushed MaryAnn's legs and ass as Amanda removed the hobble dress. It was the first time in hours she had felt the air, it tingled up and down her bare legs and ass. "I'm not going to take off the top just yet. I wouldn't want you getting any ideas." Amanda pulled her slave off the bed and onto her feet. "Come." The bathroom was down the hall between the spare bedroom, and the fur closet, it was a gaudy looking thing, with huge vanities, and gold leaf trim. "Alright, sit sit." Kitten did as she was bid, after being cocooned in the fur for so long, the porcelain toilet seat bit into her bottom with cold. Pee trickled out immediately. It felt good to release herself. Princess Amanda waited until the pee had stopped flowing before asking, "finished"?
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
"Mistress? That isn't one of the approved titles. Ah well, I'll have to punish you later then. But first, We need to wipe you off." Amanda tore some toilet paper off and folded it in her hands. "Here, let me get that," she said softly running the toilet paper along the clit and labia to the urethra. After wiping her off, she dropped the toilet paper in the bowl and lifted her off the seat. "Now, let me see those beautiful lips of yours. Oh so beautiful, and all for me." She began stroking the clit. "Yes, oh there you go. That's right, that feels good right? You like it when your Princess does that?"
"Yes, Your Highness." She dare not answer anything else.
Amanda's fingers soon moved on, and penetrated her slave. *GASP. Kitten clenched at the surprise. *Smack the palm was hard and fast against Kitten's cheeks.
"How dare you! How dare you clench on your Princess. That's it, you're going to be punished for that! With me now." Amanda hauled her slave out of the bathroom down the hall and back to her bedroom.
"Please, your highness please. I'm sorry."
"Too late for that." Amanda said, as she pushed her slave onto the silk bed. She flipped the girl over and began smacking her bare bottom. Bad girl! Bad girl! You are gonna be re-mummified and you are gonna think about what you did, while I think up a suitable punishment for you. Don't you dare move an inch, or make a sound, otherwise, the punishment will go even worse for you. I want you in silent furry penance" As Amanda began to mummify her slave again, her head was swirling with punishment ideas. The thick fox-spead was once again pulled over her mummified form, though this time, Amanda placed quarters around the furry bulge, that way, if she Kitten moved, the quarters would too, and Amanda would punish her for it. As Amanda left her room to gather punishment supplies, a wicked smile crossed her face. This was what she wanted all along.