Mouse Trap
by marmot
In which a man stops at a tavern and is turned into a mouse.


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Mouse Trap

I came up to Martha's Tavern out of the cold, snowy evening.  The wind
off Lake Superior was blowing a wet, miserable gale, and I almost
didn't see the lights of the tavern as I stumped by.  I had heard from some 
salts that it was a good, that is, cheap, place to get a hot meal and a warm 
bed.  And at the moment, I needed both.

I was only in town for the day, but now I was stuck until the storm blew 
over.  I had just radioed my relief man that he'd be stuck on the rock until 
the gale blew out.  In a couple of days, I would be back at the lighthouse, 
my only company the cold, great lake.  But for now, I had to settle for 
human company and a meal I didn't have to cook for myself.  'Poor me,' I 
chuckled as I went inside.

I closed the heavy wooden door against the wind and looked around.  There 
were about a half dozen tables, most full of people sharing the warmth of 
good food and good conversation.  I went to the bar and asked for a cold 
lager and a hot sandwich.  Then I collapsed in a chair at the empty table in 
a corner.

A lady came over with my supper, set it down on the table and stood
over me.  She was tall and fat, her large, sandalled feet were small
compared to her thick legs.  She wore an apron over her skirt.  Her puffy 
white blouse was swelled by large breasts and framed by long blonde hair.  
Her pretty face bore a warm, friendly smile.  And big, beautiful, bright 
blue eyes.

"Hello, slave.  I'm Martha LaFleure.  Welcome to my tavern."

"My name is Pete Katerscziwicz, everyone calls me 'Cat.'"

"Are you married, slave?"

I blushed at her forwardness, and wondered shy she kept calling me that.  
"No, I'm not married.  I work on a lighthouse, and I wouldn't sentence any 
lady to such a lonely life.  And I'm not your slave," I smiled.  "But you 
can join me for supper if you want."

She smiled indulgently, "Yes, I'll join you, for supper and more.  But you 
are my slave. And you're so cute!  I like you, but you're too small and 
timid to be a cat.  I think I shall call you mouse."

"It pays to be small enough to reach into the lighthouse equipment, but I'm 
not a timid mouse, Martha."  'Supper and more' caught my attention.  "And I 
think you're cute too," I added.

She sat down and looked deep into my eyes.  Out of my peripheral
vision, I noticed how her big breasts swayed forward as she leaned
across the table toward me, but those eyes were so ... beautiful.  I
couldn't look away from them.

'She is as weird, as she is friendly,' I mused as I sipped my lager and 
stared into her expressive eyes.  'And she really seems to like me, even if 
she doesn't like my name.'

"Relax, mouse.  you can relax when I'm around, my slave."

She took my hands in hers.  I felt odd, holding hands with someone I
didn't even know.  She was still talking, but i was just feeling the
warmth of her company.  I looked at our hands, hers big and warm,
plump yet still dainty, holding my small ones, still cold and pale
from the snowy night outside.

Martha interrupted my reverie. "Look at me, my slave.  You're so
timid."

"I'm not your slave, Martha," I insisted.  But my eyes met hers, were
captured by them.  I felt swallowed up in her gaze.  For some reason,
I did feel timid, just like a little mouse.  'I really shouldn't
contradict her,' I thought.  'But she is wrong, isn't she?'

She was saying, "Relax, mouse.  You're so timid, but you can relax
when I am here.  I make you feel safe, because I love you."

"Wake up, mouse."  i hadn't been paying attention.  i blinked several
times, trying to remember what we had been talking about.

"Do you want me to help you prove you are my slave now, mouse?"

i was shocked at the idea, "You can't prove i'm Your slave because
it's not true, Mistress."  i feel myself blush.  "er, i mean,
Mistress."

She looked deeper into my eyes.  "Relax, mouse."

i was glad to relax.  It did feel good to, and it was ok to relax
around Martha.  i felt safe because my Mistress Martha loved me.

"Wake up, mouse."  i blinked again.  What was She saying?  i was
starting to feel timid again.  i hoped She wasn't angry with me.  But
She looked so patient and loving, i was reassured that everything was
ok.

"How do you feel, my slave?"

"i feel fine, Mistr-- um, i'm fine Mistress."

"Now, I will be happy to help you prove to yourself that you are my
slave, mouse."

"Mistress, i'm not Your slave, i'm not! i am so. i don't belong to
You, i belong to me!"  i was really starting to become emotional about
this, but it was such nonsense.  i wasn't Her slave because She
couldn't make me do anything.

Mistress Martha stood and swept back Her long, blonde hair.  "There,
there, little mouse."  She came around to me, dried the tears from my
eyes and hugged me to Her plump, soft breasts.  "Why are you crying -
is my mousie frightened?"

I nodded and buried my face into Her warm bosom.  "What's happening to me?"

"Don't worry, my precious slave.  Martha's here, and everything will be ok.  
My timid little  mouse, you can trust Me, can't you?"

i nodded again, feeling very warm and cozy.  We stayed like that for a 
while, and i was starting to feel sleepy.

Mistress Martha finally spoke.  "Now is there anything you would like Me to 
do to help you know you are My slave?"

i was thoughtful.  "Well Mistress," i said softly.  "i wouldn't be
Your slave unless You were able to make me do things?"

Mistress Martha looked pleased, like i had guessed right.  She let go
of me and put her hands on her broad hips.  "Ok, mouse.  Stick out
your tongue and touch your forehead."

i did so, giggling at her joke, then i sobered.  "Please forgive me,
Mistress."  Why did i keep doing that?  "i mean Mistress.  If You make
me do something i wouldn't normally do, then i'd be Your slave."

Mistress Martha's face lit up.  "I get it!  If I made you do something
unusual.  Something embarrassing."

"That's right!"  Mistress Martha was so perceptive!

"Something only a slave would do."

"That's it exactly, Mistress!"  i was excited.

"What should we choose?  There are lots of embarrassing things that
would make you feel silly."  She reached down and again took my hands
in her own.  "But you're not silly, you're my slave."

i looked up into Mistress Martha's big, expressive eyes.  "i have an
idea."  i stopped before i could call Her "Mistress" by mistake again.
"i think i have an idea. M-mistress!"  There.

"Yes, mouse?"  She looked so proud of me, even though i hadn't said my
idea yet.

"If it's something to do with You, then it would show that i'm not
only a slave, but *Your* slave!"

"I think I understand.  What a bright little slave you are!"  i
blushed and smiled broadly at her compliment.  "Now what could I make
you do that involves Me and embarrasses you enough to show that you could 
only be My little slave boy?"

"Make me kiss Your feet?"

"Maybe."

"Or kiss Your ... um."  It was too embarrassing to say.  i blushed
again at the thought.

"Yes...?"

"Or maybe kiss Your ass, Mistress?"

"Maybe."  Our eyes locked on each other's.  That was it!

Mistress Martha said gently, "on your knees, mouse."

i meekly responded to Her command, feeling suddenly very shy.  Mistress 
Martha stood with Her back to me, and lifted the back of Her skirt.  She 
wasn't wearing any panties, and She Her large, round backside was bared.  
Holding up the back of Her skirt, She rested Her hands on Her waist. Over 
her shoulder she called, "Now, slave, start kissing my ass."

'No!' i thought.  It was my last bit of rebellion, but almost
immediately, i crawled to Mistress Martha on my knees and knelt behind
Her thick legs.  I put my trembling little hands on Her powerful hips
and kissed Her ass.  The cheeks of Her ass were soft as satin, and i
kissed and kissed.

Some of other people in the tavern had been watching this little drama, and 
came and congratulated Mistress Martha on Her catch.  Her friends talked 
with her, but i didn't hear them.  i was too busy kissing my Mistress's ass. 
  Finally, She said, "stop now, my slave."

i compliantly stopped kissing Her ass, and noticed the barmaid standing 
beside us. i blushed crimson as she introduced us.  "Mouse, this is 
Gertrude, My sister.  She lives with Me."

"Hullo, mousie!"I turned a deeper shade of red under her young sister's 
knowing smile.

"Um, hi Gertrude." I answered, shyly.

i knelt still as my Mistress squatted down in front of me.  "And what are 
you, little mouse?"

"i'm Your slave."  i answered meekly.  It felt good finally to admit
that.

"Can you close for me, Gertie?"  Mistress asked her sister.  "I'm going to 
take my slave upstairs and get better acquainted."

"Sure thing, sis."  Gertrude tousled my sandy hair.  "Be a good slave for 
your mistress, mousie."

"Yes, ma'am."  i replied automatically.

"You're a good kisser, slave.  That pleases Me."  i was overjoyed at her 
compliment as She stood and helped me to my feet.  "Now I'm going to take 
you to bed and show you other ways to please Me."

After a second's hesitation, i stood on tiptoe and kissed Her cheek.
"Thank you, Mistress."  i said.  As Mistress Martha took my hand and
led me upstairs to Her bedroom, i noticed that i wasn't timid any more.