Jaide's little mouse den

"swallow" a cold and sharp order.

I’m sure after weeks and weeks in the bare basement without any enrichment (outside of the injuries I’ve gifted you) you must be starving for a task. A job to do. Don’t you want to be useful?

The upstairs needs to be prepped, it’s just not set up to hold a pet like you yet. You do want to live upstairs, don’t you? Where it’s warm and soft and nice? Of course you’d be happy to do the work to get the upstairs ready.

it’s not easy to hold onto a thing like you. So many long heavy screws to fasten the eye plates to the walls, to give me someplace to lock your chain. So many bars and bits and pieces to assemble your cage. The sensors that set off your shocker need to be placed and calibrated. Feet of chain and rope and tape need to be sorted and stored and maintained. My whips, paddles, and crops need to be put away but always close at hand. The leather of your collar should be conditioned and the metal of your cuffs polished.

I’m sure you’d do it well. Of course youd try to be incompetent at first. Why properly screw in a padlock anchor when you’re hoping to unscrew it later? Soon you’ll learn the rewards of a job well done. Soon you’ll realize that I always catch your little attempts at incompetence and react accordingly.

"Untitled", photography by Ralph Gibson

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