<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chrystal's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=227988.msg11195071#msg11195071">Quote from: Chrystal on 26-04-2015, 17:56:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://dormroom.photo/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/dorm-room-photos-viola-bailey-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Andi<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Pet Room 2 - Small Animals. In her cage.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mistress Victoria<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Mousiness<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mice are generally quite quiet. They tend to move as silently as possible. I know this, because I researched them. When I arrived here a few weeks ago, I was kept in a small cage in a room with other girls and boys about my age, some were crying, some were talking excitedly but I just sat quiet in my cage, watching timidly, trying to avoid the attention of the others. Madame Blossom came in and saw me and said, "What a cute little mouse". And that was that, I was a mouse. It fit, that was the thing: I acted like a mouse in everything I did, so now, of course I was a pet mouse.<br/><br/>Mistress Victoria was nice. She petted me and caressed my boob, and I lowered my head slightly. My tongue flicked out and touched the two massive plastic rodent teeth that were part of the mask and pressed against my top lip in a way I was used to now, but at first had been really uncomfortable. I used my tongue to suck air into my mouth, making a passably realistic squeak, pressing my boob into her hand as my cheek pressed into the other and she asked me if I'd missed her. <br/><br/>Her hands moved and I let out a slightly more genuine "Meep!" as my sensitive and rock-hard nipple was twisted between her thumb and finger. A thrill of anticipation went through me. In my few weeks here I had learned a thing or two about pain and humiliation, mostly at the hands of Mistress Victoria. And the biggest lesson I had learned was about myself, and how pain and pleasure were so very closely related, and how the most brutal punishment, even if I hated it at the time, could, if followed by tender caresses, give me the most amazing orgasm. The same with humiliation. It doesn't get much more humiliating that being made to behave like a mouse, and yet I was excited, my smooth cunny-lips glistening with arousal. <br/><br/>I was afraid, true. I was terrified that she would hurt me. But part of me was even more terrified that she would not, that she would simply leave, walk away and never look at me again. That would be crushing, but... but it would be no more than a little timid mouse deserved.<br/><br/><em>'Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie'</em>, was how Robbie Burns described a mouse. And that I was, for certain.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Victoria Falconé.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pet Room 2.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Andi.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lesbian - Bondage.<br/><br/>I can't help but smile at her reaction. It was one of the main things I adored about sweet little Andi, my mouse. Her reactions were so sweet, so spontaneous, and she was oh so sensetive. Just a little pinch like that made her jump and squirm, which of course made those ample mammaries jiggle and dance for me. It was a decidedly enticing view. With the cage door now unlocked, I pull it open, and gesture for Andi to exit.<br/><br/>"Come along, little one. Mistress wants to inspect you propper," I coo, softly, enticingly, as I slowly saunter over to a large, leather-padded, table. Each room had one, so the Mistress or Master whom had paid a pretty sum to play with these pets could inspect their playthings, to make sure everything was in order. Once the girl was in place, the first order of buisness was to remove that silly little mask they'd put on her. It was just too comical for my tastes, and just felt silly. At least the pony girls' bits and bridles had the benefit of acting like a gag as well as a method of control!<br/><br/>With the mask removed, I bring up a basket, one the staff had prepared for me before my arrival, with a few special items I had requested especially for today. One of them, was a small mason jar, with a clear, pale orange, liquid inside. The outside of the mason jar though, had a big, yellow and black warning lable stamped across it, as well as the lid. From the basket I also produce a small silicone brush, like the kind one'd use to glaze a steak, or perhaps wash a piece of bread with eggs before baking.<br/><br/>"Have you ever heard of a compound called capsaicin, dear? It's the active chemical in chili peppers which causes that burning sensation on your skin and tongue," I explain softly as I walk around the table, the room filling with the sound of my high heels on the hardwood floor, my fingertips slowly tracing over Andi's smooth and soft skin. "Whenever you're a bad little mouse for your Mistress today, I'll apply this to a portion of your skin. A nipple, a buttock, maybe even your little clit..."<br/><br/>Pausing behind her, and delivering a firm smack to the girl's plugged ass, I am pleased to find that I leave behind a noticeable red handprint on the supple cheeks.<br/><br/>"But you're going to be a good pet for your Mistress, aren't you?"