so i'm holding down a full-time job. i go out in the mornings before Her daughter gets up for school, then sit in a café for an hour, drinking coffee and reading until it's time for work.
at the time, i was doing a fairly demanding job, one where i couldn't relax for a minute.
it was high-pressure all day; my evenings were a sudden drop in that pressure.
when She got in, having picked Her daughter up from the after-school club, She normally found an excuse to send Her daughter out for a few minutes. something from the shops, or a message to a neighbour, anything to give Her two minutes or so to check on me.
does this still sound like a lap-crowding fantasy? or a bit more like actual slavery? stuck in a cupboard, from maybe four-thirty in the afternoon until ten at night. outside, i can hear my Owner and Her daughter watching television, laughing, arguing or some combination of the above.
or visitors. Her F/friends would visit. occasionally, i'd hear one of them asking how - or where - i
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