Part Three
Fern returned to the bear cottage hoping that today she would finally get the key to her chastity belt. It had been four weeks since the bears had caught her in their home and she had been going back to their cottage every day since. For such a small home the list of bear chores they had her doing seemed to never end but working for the bears was better than going to uni. As Fern opened the door she was met by the three bears standing in the room waiting for her.
“Grrrr where’s our porridge?” growled the larger of the three bears.
“And we need more firewood!” growled the medium sized bear.
“And I can’t find my hat!” growled the smallest bear.
“Well good morning to you too” scoffed Fern in response with a hint of brattyness.
Despite four weeks of locked denial she enjoyed the bears’ company. The bears tried to act intimidating but Fern couldn’t help but find them adorable, but either way they had her key so they were in charge.
“Do the chores while we have a nap,” said the bear.
First Fern set about making the bears’ breakfast. She made three bowls of porridge for the bears and a bowl for herself. The bears’ sink was small and there was not much room to wash up the bowls and pans so Fern put them in the cupboard under the sink. “Problem for another day” she thought to herself and she stacked yet more porridge crusted bowls on top of the pile of other dirty dishes.
Next Fern went out into the woods surrounding the cottage to gather more firewood. She enjoyed the woods but was not very outdoorsy. She gathered a collection of twigs and took them back to the cottage and tossed them on the fire. “That’ll do” she thought as the damp wood filled the cottage with an unpleasant smelling smoke.
Lastly the smallest bear had complained that he had lost his hat somewhere in the woods so Fern set out to find it. She knew the bears gathered their berries by the stream but at this time of year it would be very muddy. Fern had seen that hat on the other side of the stream stuck in a bush. “There it is!” thought Fern. A fallen tree spanned the stream creating a makeshift bridge that the bears had been using to get to the berries on the other side. Fern made it across and retrieved the hat but slipped on the way back and fell into the stream. Fern, who was now soaking wet and covered in mud, returned to the cottage with the bear’s hat in hand. She traipsed into the cottage leaving a trail of mud across the floor as she put the hat next to the dwindling fire to dry.
“Time for a nap after a hard day’s work” thought Fern.
Later that evening Fern was woken up by a cross bear pawing at her.
“What have you done?” growled the bear who had woken up from his nap to find the cottage in a worse state than he had left it.
“The chores” replied Fern mid yawn.
The bears rolled their eyes in disbelief. The sink had overflowed with dirty porridge bowls, the fire had died out, and the bear’s hat was covered in mud.
“Actually I think we’ll do the chores ourselves from now on,” said the bear.
The bears could see that Fern was still tired so pulled the blanket back over her and Fern drifted back to sleep and dreamt of wonderful chastity and porridge.