I lay on my bed, bored out of my mind...and naked -It is way more comfortable-. I wasn't allowed any books, because I ate the ones she gave me. I wasn't allowed a device, because I broke her television. I only had a large bed and a closet with three outfits. The first one being a wide and luscious, deep blue dress. It came with white stockings, and black shoes -that looked like they were for ballet-. It was magnificent, though I couldn't reach it. If I could it would be in shreds by now, it was always so scratchy! The dress was only when I had to come to fancy -and in my opinion, pointless- parties or galas. To be honest, when at fancy meetings I acted like a suck up. Everybody loves my adorable aqua colored eyes. My short wavy hair, that flowed elegantly. Most of all they loved my sweet talk. Why not take advantage of that attention? The second outfit is a black hoodie with short -and I mean SHORT- shorts, they were also black. I would wear knee high white and black stripped socks, with black high top sneakers. The third outfit is a maid's uniform. I used to be her maid, but to many out of hand pranks later.... all of them hate and avoid me. That is why they never come around my room. The maid's outfit was always to small. The shirt was to tight, the socks cut off my ankle circulation, the shoes scrunched my toes. Then worst of all, the skirt! It was so short and tight. If I bent over you could see my panties! Besides my wardrobe....where was I? Oh! Right, bored out of my mind. Mistress attention deprived me, the past night was the most she had touched, and spoke to me. I start to grind my pillow continuously. Then I start to moan, slowly getting louder. My waist would thrust at the pillow quickly. My teeth would sink into the pillow sometimes too. I hadn't taken in the consideration, that Mistress would hear my loud moaning. "Nyaa!" Mistress comes stomping out of the bath room about ten minutes later of me doing this. "YOU JERK!" she shouts and kicks my door open. Her strong hand grabs my tail, a loud scream comes flooding from my mouth. The shriek that comes from my mouth makes even my own ears hurt. Mistress drops her towel, revealing everything. She seems to ignore this, and lifts me by my fluffy tail. I wince, but hold back a moan too, my tail is a weak spot. The pillow with multiple bite marks falls to the floor, making no noise. Her shouting goes in one ear and out the other though, my eyes locked on her slim naked body. She looked smooth and I couldn't help, but day dream. A string of drool falls from my thin lips. She must realize this as she says "You pervert! I don't see why I'm forced to take care of a brat like you!" It was true she was forced to take care of me...