I’m now resting in the padded cage that Mistress allows me to use for rest, or when I'm being an eyesore. Tonight I have been given permission to us...e Mistress’s laptop to write a story of the joys of being owned as a kitchen servant. I’m allowed to stay with Ma’am and Sir in their home, the cage I sleep in is located underneath the counter in the kitchen. There is a curtain that separates the cage from the outside to not displease my owner with my presence when it is not needed. The inside of. Before the sun came up some kind of deal was in place. Thia’s old flame represented her John Doe client quite well I was told. She and I both were waiting when the FBI brought Eddie Archer into the Beachwood Lodge. It was not available to rent period. It was part of a top secret holding facility for the FBI’s biggist MVP’S.Beachwood Lodge was the place where Eddie was debriefed over the Christmas holiday. He made only a tiny ripple in the media storm of Christmas. Eddie spilled his guts for. I drove the candy cane truck to a Hotel on Jefferson Island. It was the one where the victim Wilson told me about stayed. I wanted to see how the staff acted anyway, it was good excuse to do that. The marine wore shorts and a tee shirt with a motto, "First to die, US Marines' printed on it."Hello, do you have a room with an ocean view," I said. I was wearing skinny jeans, and one of my Russian Commando knock off Tee shirt. So I wasn't any better dressed than Simon."Yes ma'am that will be $300. I didn’t know what to think. I was all mixed up inside. But then you really confused me. You turned around and stood in front of the drawers of my dresser. You were still trying to be so quiet, but I could hear you panting as you slid open the top drawer of my dresser.You pulled out a pair of my panties.No, daddy, shhh... I already told you. It’s OK. I just need you to listen to me, OK?I could see what pair you’d chosen by the dim light coming in through the window. They were those skimpy,.