Her Master was moving house. Everything else was already packed and in the moving truck, including most of her clothes. She had wandered around awkwardly, mostly naked, as the movers took the boxes to the truck and ogled her tits. Once she would have objected to this, but under her Master she had learned to stop thinking and just giggle and think slutty thoughts.

Now, with the house empty, she had started to walk out to join Master in the truck. “No, Bubbles,” he had told her. “The truck cabin is for people. You’re not a person, you’re property.” 

She felt stupid and dumb for not realising such an obvious thing, so she sat obediently in the corner and thought about what a good little decoration she would be in the new house, while she waited for Master to bring a box to pack her into.


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