Let me entertain you.

After finishing the dishes you emerge from the kitchen, hungry, and exhausted. Your Mistress is lounging in the Living room you cleaned today. She's polishing her sword. "You finished," she asked not looking. You nod.

"You want to entertain me do you? Alright," she states in bored and accommodating way. Your confused because you didn't ask, but it seems like an order. You begin to be afraid, and your diaper begins to turn a little yellow.

"Come on," she insists pointing in front of her. You waddle up in front of her. There isn't much you can think of. Then with a grimace you remember. You sigh. Take a deep breath and sing.

I'm a little tea pot short and stout.

Here is my handle her is my spout.

When I get all steamed up then I shout.

Tip me over and pour me out.

Tip me over and pour me out.

Awww. She claps patronizingly. "Such a sweet sissy," she coos squishing your cheeks together. Then with one movement scoops you up like a doll. She places her sword on the top of the fire place. Time for bed.