"So what do you want to do today?" Tom asked Lydia. The female mouse brushed back her fire-engine red hair away from her sapphire blue eyes and blinked at her human boyfriend. She was madly in love with him and found him attractive in every single way. What was not to like about a square jawed, chiseled human with dirty blonde hair and light green eyes?
"Well, we could go shopping for a new sofa...or I have another idea, if you're more adventurous," she said with a flirty voice. The two twenty-something couple had been together for months and were becoming serious with their relationship.
"Oh?" Tom asked with keen interest.
"Well, we've made some great love already, my sweet, but...I was thinking of sharing a mutual fantasy," she said.
"W...what fantasy?" Tom asked.
"Well, I kind of...I had to use your computer yesterday to order something online, but I sort of stumbled on a folder that had some interesting pictures in it," she said. Her cheeks were almost as red as her hair.
"What...kind...of folder?" Tom asked, swallowing hard.
"It looked innocent enough, you labeled it 'Stuff' and I clicked on it," she said.
Tom was now the one who was red in the face. "Oh shit," he said, "look, I mean I never meant for..." he started to say, but Lydia quickly interrupted him.
"I'm okay with it. In fact, I'm more than okay with it. I want to do that for you," she said, shuffling her bare feet against the carpet.
"No way, no I couldn't do that to you, they're just fantasies," he said.
"Who says you're the only one with fantasies?" she replied softly.
"No, come on Lydia, I wouldn't want you to..." he began, but she got off the couch and on her knees, and walked on her knees up to Tom. She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head back.
"I'm yours, Master," she said in a voice which could melt a block of ice.
"Lydia..."
"Please, Master, I've been very naughty, and I need you to correct me," she begged.
"Alright, alright you want to play, we can play a little," he said. His dick began to press against his jeans, seeing the mouse giving herself up so willingly.
"In my room, now, little slave," he ordered. "No, go there on your hands and knees," he corrected her. She immediately complied, and Tom walked behind Lydia as she made her way to his bedroom.
Tom sat on the bed and looked at the mouse on her hands and knees. "Get up," he said, to which she immediately complied. "Take off your clothes, but do it nice and slow, give me a show to watch," he said.
Eager to please, Lydia writhed and slithered out of her shirt, to music only heard in her head. She then squirmed out of her tight pants as her hips and abdomen swayed to the music in her mind. Soon, she was down to just a black lace bra and matching panties. He nodded to her, and she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her ample tits were as gray as her fur, save for the puffy areolas and erect nipples point straight at Tom. She then slowly peeled off her panties for him.
"Good, now turn around, let me see your body, nice and slowly," he said. She did as told, and played with her nipples.
"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" he asked. She suddenly felt a small sense of fear for doing wrong and panicked.
"No, sir," she said quickly.
"Hmm, I'll add it to the list of offenses you must be punished for, my pet," he said. "Now stay there, exactly like that. Don't move an inch, or I'll increase the punishment. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.
"Yes sir," she said quietly.
Tom left the room to go to the garage. He found what he was looking for; white nylon rope he used to tie down the tarp over his barbecue in the winter, clothespins, a ping pong paddle, and a feather duster.
He returned to his room, and even though Lydia appeared to be in the exact same position he left her, he grinned before making his next remark. "I see you've been a bad girl; I think you've moved," he said.
"But sir!" she protested.
"Talking back, you're just asking for more and more punishment, aren't you, my little slave?"
She knew she should stay quiet as a response.
