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PET
5. THE POOL
I woke up at about nine, lifted my head and looked around my
bedroom. Feeling the effects of most of a bottle of champagne, I
didn't want to get up. I burrowed back into the covers and
pulled a pillow over my head. I was grateful for my soft, deep
bed and nice satin sheets at times like this. Cissy had checked
me over very carefully, given me a shot of something, and put me
to bed herself the night before, and she had really seemed
pleased with me. I'd been extra good too after coming back to
the House, actually holding still without the usual whining
argument while Cissy had my night maid sponge-bathe and powder me
and turn down the covers. I'd asked to sleep naked, and had been
allowed to. I usually wanted pajamas, but somehow last night it
felt right to be nude. The sheets felt so good against my skin.
I guess it was an after-effect of my sexual experience.
I was ready to get up by about ten. It was a sunny day and the
room was warm. I turned over on my tummy, shifting my boobs so
my implants wouldn't hurt, and stretched lazily. I hiked my butt
up and wiggled it, then collapsed on my side with a big sigh and
reached out to ring the bell. Lucy, the day maid, came in after
a minute and brought me a cool washcloth and the news of the day.
She was prim and capable as always, her slim, slightly busty
figure making the little uniform look great as she bustled around
straightening things. Lucy had dark shoulder-length hair and
honest, even features. She wasn't really pretty until you looked
at her eyes, pale blue and sparkling. So different from my
in-your-face, showgirl sex appeal.
"Good morning, Miss Pet," she said brightly. "Mademoiselle says
you are to have free time until two, then you will attend
Cosmetics Class. I hope you're feeling well." Lucy was sweet,
and very good at her job. I had been impossibly mean to her at
times, in my worst moods, and she had handled it with calm and
compassion. I gave her back the washcloth.
"I really don't feel too bad, Lucy," I said. "Did you know I
kind of got drunk last night?"
"Oh, yes, Miss. I'm afraid the other girls were mentioning it.
Someone must have seen you come in. But I wouldn't worry,
Mademoiselle is not upset at all. In fact, she seems very
pleased with you. You had a night out unescorted, a training
experience, did you not?"
"Yes, my first time. And I made it back all right, but it was
scary, Lucy. I don't think I want to do that again right away."
She nodded knowingly. "I'm glad you came back safe, Miss Pet.
What would you like to do this morning?"
I lay back and stretched again. "Lucy, I think I might go to
the pool. Do you think it's too hot down there?"
She was surprised, but recovered quickly. "I think it's
probably quite nice, Miss. Several of the other girls were there
the last time I looked down. Will you eat first? Mademoiselle
says you are to have a light breakfast."
"Could you send it down, Lucy? I think I'll get ready and go
now."
"Of course, Miss Pet." Lucy took a ring of keys from her little
apron and held one out. I extended my right ankle from under the
covers, and she unlocked my shackle and took it off. It was
bright stainless steel, lined with velvet and attached to a slim,
shiny steel chain. That chain went under my bed, and I had never
looked to see how it was attached, but I knew for a fact that I
couldn't pull it loose. If I even wanted to go to the potty, I
had to ring.
I slipped out of the covers and tiptoed stiffly into the
bathroom while Lucy started to change the bed. I felt less
self-conscious being nude in front of Lucy than I had in the
past. Given a chance, I usually hid my body from everyone, but
today felt different somehow. My experience of the previous
night had made a lot of changes in me, and I was still trying to
figure out what they were. I washed my face and used the toilet,
put on deodorant and powder, brushed my teeth and put my hair up.
I didn't have a headache or nausea, but I felt kind of stiff and
sore, a strange kind of hangover I'd never experienced in my
previous life. I assumed it was just a difference in body
chemistry.
I went back into the bedroom. Lucy was just finishing up. I
went over to the dresser and rummaged in the bottom drawer.
"Do you need help dressing, Miss?" Lucy asked.
"Um, I don't think so, Lucy. But would you look at my makeup
with me in a minute?"
"Of course, Miss." Lucy had a gratified expression. The
previous day, I had tried to slip off to class without any makeup
and she had had to threaten to call Cissy before I let her do it,
and I'd pouted and bitched the whole time. I could tell the
change in my attitude was making her morning a lot easier than
usual. Lucy was actually a very nice girl and I was beginning to
realize she cared about me. I felt guilty about being such a
little snot before.
I found what I was looking for. It was my present from Cissy, a
racy little thong bikini in a rich metallic shade of purple.
I had no trouble with the thong, but as I wrestled with the top
I realized there was a knack to it that I didn't have. I got the
bottom part tied around me alright, but it took two hands to get
one of my frustratingly huge boobs into the cup part properly,
and I kept losing the opposite string. I realized Lucy was
watching me and stopped, embarrassed.
She smiled gently. "Like this, Miss Pet," she stepped closer
and demonstrated. "Just bend over and you can do both sides at
once, then adjust it after you get it tied." She bent sharply
forward, showing me the motion, and when I tried it, it really
worked. I let my breasts hang straight down, then scooped them
into the halter and held the strings together behind my neck as I
straightened up. At that point, I could use one hand to push
them into place. I took a minute in front of the mirror to get
it right, then pulled the strings tighter, lifting my boobs up
nice and high, and tied a bow behind my neck. Lucy had put out a
pair of mules for me, and I stepped into them, one hand on the
bureau for balance, then took a turn in front of the mirror.
Wow.
"Look at this, Lucy!" I bubbled. "It looks like it was made
for me."
"Of course it was, Miss. Mademoiselle knows your measurements
to the quarter-inch. There isn't much to it, but that is a very
expensive garment. Mademoiselle was disappointed when you didn't
like it."
I felt a pang of guilt. "It wasn't that I didn't like it, Lucy.
I just... I don't know. I guess I was being childish. She
makes me so mad sometimes."
"You look wonderful, Miss Pet. I hope you realize how special
you are. Now, about your makeup?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, I want to put some on before I go to the pool,
but..." I sat at the vanity and looked critically in the mirror,
unsure. "I know it's supposed to be lighter in the daytime, but
my suit's a dark color. And what about lipstick? I can't
remember... no gloss in the sun, is that right?"
Lucy helped me, but let me do most of the actual application
myself. She gave hints and let me make some choices. We really
kind of had fun with it, and it wound up looking pretty good. I
wrapped a pareo around my hips and looked around for anything
else I might need. I wasn't planning to swim; I had the feeling
water would probably ruin my suit. My bag from the night before
was on the bureau. I took out the cigarettes and lighter, and
put them in a little straw clutch that Lucy had put out for me to
take to the pool, along with lipstick and suntan lotion, and a
pair of big round shades. I wasn't sure why I was taking the
cigarettes, after all I didn't really smoke. Oh well.
I thanked Lucy, who curtsied gracefully, beaming, and headed out
on my adventure. I had never been to the pool before, although
it was right under my window and I could have gone any day I'd
had free time. I'd always kind of hidden in my room. Thinking
back as I clicked down the wide marble-floored hall in my steep
mules ( totally unsupervised! ), I realized I had probably missed
out on quite a lot at the House by being so angry and contrary
all the time. I'd always thought of nothing but the unfairness
of my captivity, wanting only to punish everyone around me. At
the time it had seemed like a noble protest against the
injustices done me, now my behavior seemed bratty and stupid. No
wonder I'd been punished so often. It wasn't like I didn't know
the rules, so why did I always insist on breaking them? They
were mostly for my own good, and punishment was swift and sure at
the House as I had found out often enough.
My troubled frown faded as I stepped out of the French doors and
started down the big white-marble staircase to the inner court
and the pool. It was a really beautiful day and the pool was
sparkling bright blue in the broad sweep of rich green lawn.
Brilliant white chaises dotted the poolside, some occupied by
House girls in varying degrees of undress including complete
unashamed nudity. Heads lifted as I came down the stairs, and I
was suddenly embarrassed. Trying not to let it show, I walked
toward an unoccupied chaise a little away from the others with my
head up, but I could feel that I was blushing furiously. I knew
some of the girls' names, but not all of them, and they looked at
my body with frank appraisal. There were some very, very
beautiful women at the House, and I had never really considered
how I might measure up.
It was all I could do not to run back up the stairs. I sat on
my chaise, put down my clutch, then picked it up again quickly
and took out my shades. Maybe they would help. I slipped them
on and glanced around self-consciously. Some of the girls were
still looking. I wanted to take off my pareo, but I was frozen
with embarrassment. What were they thinking of me? I didn't
have much of a tan, and I suddenly felt hopelessly unattractive.
It was the opposite of the wild intoxication I had felt the
previous night when I'd realized how I was turning heads on the
street. Then, I had been dressed and made up and prepared, and
the people watching were just... well, people. These girls were
world-class beauties. They must think I looked like a toad! Why
hadn't I thought about that before I decided to come down here?
My breath caught in my throat and I almost started to cry. I
couldn't think what to do. Barely remembering my training, I
caught myself just as I started to cross my arms over my tits. I
sat there, unable to do anything, sure I would start crying any
second.
"Brunch is here, Miss!"
Lucy! Darling, perfect Lucy!! She had come up from behind with
a tray and looked down at me, smiling kindly. There was a little
side table by my chaise, and she set the covered tray down on it
and knelt gracefully. She uncovered the tray and started busily
arranging silverware and pouring orange juice.
"The downstairs maids are busy setting lunch, Miss. I thought I
would just bring this along myself." She gave me a little wink.
"Are you enjoying the sun?"
"Lucy! Oh, Lucy, what am I doing down here?" I whimpered. "Look
at these girls!"
She looked sideways at me as she continued her preparations.
"They're very beautiful, aren't they?"
"Lucy, help me, please!" I said in an anguished whisper. "I'm
so embarrassed! Why did you let me come down?"
"As I was coming out through the foyer just a moment ago," she
continued as if she hadn't heard, "I saw Mademoiselle with two
of the other Ladies taking brunch on the east terrace. Did you
know they were watching?"
Shit! "Oh, Lucy, please don't be cruel. I'm sorry for
everything I ever did to you. Please, please help me!" I tried
not to let my agitation show, but I was desperate. I couldn't
stay here, not with these girls, especially not with Cissy
watching. And her friends! If I embarrassed her... Oh, God!
Lucy was going on in a conspiratorial tone as she spread
marmalade on a biscuit of some kind. "Just as I walked by them,
do you know what one of the Ladies said? She said, 'I hate you,
Cissy! Is that one really yours? When do I get a girl like
that?' And do you know what Mademoiselle said?"
I was shocked. "Lucy, please don't tease me! Is that true?"
Her eyes turned serious.
"She said, 'There aren't any other girls like that.' Those were
her exact words, Miss. I don't think I've ever seen Mademoiselle
so pleased. All she needed was a bowl of cream."
I stared, dumbfounded, trying to take it all in.
"Lucy, really? Did she really say that? Oh, what should I do?"
I shook my head slowly, overcome.
Lucy finished setting brunch and stood up. "Miss Pet," she
said in dead earnest, "you could try to act as if you deserve
it."
I stared up at her, and she looked back at me with a very
personal directness that I had never seen in her before. I
stuttered, "B-b-but Lucy, I'm so ashamed!"
Her tone didn't change. "Miss, there are four mirrors in your
apartment, and I believe that Vivian and I keep them clean
enough. Exactly what have you seen that you should be ashamed
of?"
Something clicked between us as we stared at one another, and my
confusion and embarrassment seemed to evaporate. So did her
seriousness.
She curtsied with her usual aplomb. "Will there be anything
else, Miss?"
I looked once more into Lucy's bright blue eyes. "No, thank
you, Lucy," I murmured thoughtfully. "This is perfect. YOU are
perfect. Thank you so much. I'll see you when I come up."
"Very good, Miss." She turned and bustled back toward the
foyer, stopping to clear another side table.
I sat for just another moment, gathering myself. I took a sip
of orange juice. Then I stood up next to my chaise, reached up
and pulled the clip out of my hair and shook it down. It came to
me, that feeling I'd had the night before, that scary thrilling
sexual energy flooding like an electric current through my
nerves. I tipped my shades up on my head and lifted my face
toward the sun, closing my eyes. I dropped one hand to my hip,
pulled the knot out of my pareo and let it fall. Arching my
back, I stretched catlike on my very toes, arms over my head, and
slowly reached behind my neck. I hesitated, hesitated longer
until I felt every single eye on me, and then I pulled the bow of
my suit loose and let my top fall away from my breasts and held
them up to the warm sun. I could feel that my nipples were fully
erect. I reached behind my back with both hands and pulled out
the other bow and dropped my top on the tiles with my pareo.
Like there was no one else on the planet but me, I ran my
fingertips sensuously down over the sides of my magnificent boobs
and on down my ribs to my hips, gave my thong a little pull up at
the sides, and then folded myself down onto my chaise and
stretched out again full length, kicking off my mules and arching
back languidly, a smile of perfect contentment on my face.
After giving my audience a moment or two, I reached for my
clutch and took out my suntan lotion. "This is for you, Cissy,"
I promised silently. Pouring little bits of lotion into my hand,
I slowly, deliberately oiled myself. I oiled my shoulders, I
oiled my navel, I oiled my nipples. Slipping a hand down inside
my thong, I oiled myself in a not-exactly-necessary place. When
I finished I was breathing a little hard. Then I reached over to
my tray, took another sip of orange juice, and nibbled my
biscuit. There were some grapes too, and I ate a couple,
blessing Lucy again.
I lay back on my chaise and finally relaxed, pulling my shades
down. The sun was nice and warm and I was feeling so much more
comfortable. All my nervousness was gone, and my hangover with
it, and I thought I might take a nap. Just then, though, I
realized someone was walking up. I squinted behind my shades
until she was right next to me and I could see her clearly. It
was a girl named Nicole, whom I had seen in class sometimes. I
thought she was a bit further along than I, but I had never
really met her. Actually, I had hardly ever gotten to know any
of the other girls very well at all. I just hadn't been
comfortable enough with myself and with the House to talk to
anyone except Cissy and the maids. The girls sometimes
socialized, after a fashion. There were rules, or customs, about
where they could talk together and what they could talk about,
and they never spent private time together unsupervised. Sex
between the girls, even an opportunity for sex, was a distinct
no-no. But right out here by the pool, there would be no problem
if Nicole and I wanted to chat. She was about five feet three,
dark and pretty by any standard, with a cute bobbed hairstyle and
a little snub nose, and a really exceptional mahogany tan. I
didn't know who her Trainer was, but she had the heavy stainless
steel rings in her nipples that some of the stricter Ladies
favored. She wore a little silky black thong and tall sandals
that tied with black ribbons. She smiled and I returned her
look, a little uncertainly.
"Looked like you were having fun with your lotion," she said
impishly. "You're Pet, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said in what I hoped was a friendly way. "Nicole,
right?"
"That's me. We have Posture Class together. Listen, I noticed
you couldn't reach your whole back. Would you like a little
help?" she asked.
I considered for a moment. I really didn't want to be
unfriendly. I was tired of being snotty, and I knew that word
had gotten around. Here was a chance to make a new start, and I
kind of wanted to lie on my tummy anyway. "Okay," I said
softly. "Thanks."
I turned over and Nicole sat on the edge of my chaise. She did
my back and the backs of my legs, with a really nice smooth
touch, friendly but not friendly enough to get us in trouble.
She oiled my bottom, but stayed away from my pussy. I had a lazy
smile on my face when she was finished, and I stretched and
sighed.
"Thanks, Nicole," I said. "Um... you're nice." I wasn't sure
if that was the right thing to say, but it seemed to please her.
"Would you like to bring your lounger over?"
"Thanks, Pet. I'd really like to, but I have to go in. I'll
see you again down here, okay? I come down all the time when
Shannon lets me." She held out her hand and I took it for a
moment, then we said Goodbye and she went in. I had lots of time
left. Nicole's touch had left me with a kind of glow even though
she had been carefully well-mannered, and I found myself
squirming just a little. Why did I get SO hot, so easily, now?
On a sudden impulse, I reached for my clutch and lit a cigarette.
It didn't taste any better than it had the previous night, but I
liked the soothing effect and took my time finishing it, even
experimenting with inhaling a bit. It just seemed like such a
Hollywood starlet kind of thing to do. It made me feel sexy. I
fixed my lipstick when I was done, and after a little while I had
another. I never did take a nap, but I got a start on a tan as I
kind of watched the other girls watching each other and me. When
it was time to go in, I tried hard to be graceful as I got back
into my top and pareo, and I felt like I did okay. I liked the
pool, and promised myself I'd be back.
This concludes a five-episode test post of Robin Neal's "Pet."
Comments and/or criticisms welcome.
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