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Subject: {ASSM} Pet {Robin Neal} [8/?]
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Copyright (c) Robin Neal, all rights reserved, reposting without
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PET
8. THE TANTRUM
After the day of Cissy's dinner party, I thought that life
would be totally different and totally great for me at the House.
Of course that wasn't true, but it was better, much better. I
got along with Lucy and Vivian, slowly getting to know and like
them and earning their trust. Now that I was suddenly and
inexplicably getting interested in all the "girl stuff" that had
made me so uncomfortable before, I needed their help all the
time. Lucy, particularly, seemed to have the answer to every
question about every girl thing from nylons to night sweats, and
I began to wonder how I had ever gotten along without her. I saw
Nicole at the pool and we made arrangements to do our workouts
together, and she was really sweet and fun. I did better at
getting to my class musters on time and cleaned up properly and
with my reading done. The other girls seemed to accept me more,
and I kind of became the girl with the necklace, and I was so
proud of it. It represented the difference between the old Pet
who hated everybody and couldn't do anything right, and the new
Pet who was pretty and did okay and got along with people, and
whose Lady was proud of her.
Some things I was still not so good at. One was keeping my room
picked up. I just couldn't seem to think about it. Fortunately
Lucy and Vivian were patient with me and helped keep it straight,
but I could never find anything when I wanted it, and it was
frustrating and I got mad sometimes. Mostly at myself, and I
tried so hard not to take it out on others, but that didn't
always work. It seemed to be just a part of my personality that
I lost it when I was frustrated. The big difference now was that
I was so sorry afterward that I would hate myself and get
depressed and cry. At those times, Cissy could have been gentle
and supportive and caring, but she wasn't. She expected me to do
well at everything, and now that we had a better relationship she
started to push me more and I didn't like it. Vivian said I was
like a very well-bred horse, fast and beautiful but high-strung
and willful. I supposed it was kind of true, but I said horses
were supposed to be broken and girls weren't.
One other thing I had trouble with was my sexual relationship
with Cissy. She called me to her suite sometimes, and even more
often she came to my room for an hour or two before she went to
sleep. She seemed to insist that we spend that time together, as
if there were some kind of schedule. I was willing, I really
honestly was. Cissy gave me chills when we were together, her
magical fingers and superb beauty and endless imagination and
understanding of my body gave her a power over me that went far
beyond our "official" relationship. But I wasn't content. I was
happier, but I couldn't be content sleeping with Cissy even when
I honestly tried. In a strange way, no matter how Cissy wore me
out, it always seemed as if, emotionally, there should be
something more. I thought about it a lot and even asked Lucy
what could be wrong. She didn't know. Finally I decided that it
was because, in bed, I served Cissy. Of course I did, she
deserved it and demanded it as her right. It was natural for
her. But now that all these feminine emotions seemed to be
waking up inside me, what I wanted was to make love. To have a
lover I could learn along with, share my feelings with and
sometimes take a little initiative with in bed, just a LITTLE.
Cissy understood that, she always understood everything. But
without really discussing it she gave me to understand that I had
to be patient, that a relationship like that was in my future,
not now.
I didn't WANT to be patient. I continued to welcome Cissy and I
did everything she said. She even sent me to two other Ladies
over the next couple of weeks, and I did everything that was
expected of me without a complaint. One was Mademoiselle
Shannon. She was demanding and strict, with a very narrow range
of tastes that were really hard for me to get into, but I
performed the best I could, for Cissy, and Shannon seemed
reasonably pleased. There was nothing that Cissy could point her
finger at and tell me I was doing wrong. But after we had sex, I
was kind of remote and thoughtful as we lay together and when she
left, I didn't mind.
She almost always tied me lightly when we had sex, my wrists
behind my back with a soft linen cord that she favored because it
didn't leave marks. It was a reminder that our sexual encounters
were at least partly training exercises, and she was in complete
control of them. She didn't like me using my hands unless she
gave them a specific purpose, and it had never really bothered
me. She did everything anyway, and when I came it even felt kind
of exciting to be a little more helpless in her hands. It wasn't
even awkward for me any more. After she was gone, Vivian would
untie me and put me to sleep in her sweet, caring way, massaging
my shoulders and dressing me in fresh nightclothes and stuff
before turning out the light. At Cissy's, I would sleep tied.
It made me stiff but not so much that I couldn't loosen up when I
worked out later that day.
My life went on that way, improved but hardly perfect, for a
couple of weeks, and then I had a bad day. I had stayed at
Cissy's and she had worked me pretty hard and late in bed before
going to sleep, and I had slept next to her with my wrists tied.
It wasn't anything new or that I couldn't handle, but it was
uncomfortable and when I woke up with a headache in addition to
my sore shoulders, I was in a very dangerous mood. Cissy was
gone as usual; she went to work early at her office in the south
wing. Her personal maid, Sylva, came in and brought me a
washcloth along with Cissy's instructions, and she said I was to
stay at Cissy's, skip my workout and get cleaned up, and then be
tied again and ready in bed because Cissy had invited
Mademoiselle Shannon to come and spend the afternoon with me.
Sylva told me this as she was untying my wrists, so she couldn't
see my face, which turned out to be a mistake. When she was
finished I turned around and pushed her away and told her I
wasn't going to do anything of the kind. She gave a startled
yelp and backed away from me and I went after her, screaming at
her to call Cissy right now, that I was going to tell her the
same fucking thing.
I had forgotten my shackle, and it brought me up short a step or
two away from the bed. That made me even more crazy. Lucy might
have been able to calm me down, but Sylva had no idea how to
handle me and she tried to insist that I should be good. You can
probably imagine what kind of effect THAT tactic had. By the
time Cissy arrived I had had a full-blown tantrum and everything
near her bed that wasn't nailed down had been thrown at Sylva and
the day maid, and they were cowering by the door out of reach. I
had slept in a satin camisole that Cissy had given me, and I had
ripped it to shreds and fought my shackle so hard that my ankle
was badly bruised. There was broken stuff everywhere and I was
lying face-down across the bed, nude, weeping with frustration
and exhaustion and shame. Cissy walked calmly in and sat next to
me as the maids went wide-eyed with apprehension. Sylva said,
"Mademoiselle..." in a choked voice, but Cissy silenced her with
a raised hand. She touched me gently and I raised my
tear-streaked face and moaned, "Cissy, please, please no...I
can't..." and started sobbing again, burying my head.
She stroked my back, slowly, slowly, calming me and after a
while I stopped crying and got a better idea of what was going on
and what I had done, and I put my face up against her thigh and
whispered, "Oh, Cissy, I'm so sorry, I didn't really mean it.
I'm so, so sorry."
"I know, Pet," she said softly, with a real compassion that was
rare for her. She put her hands on my shoulders and got me out
of the bed, and then guided me down onto my knees next to it and
stood in front of me. I automatically laced my fingers behind my
bottom, and she put her finger under my wet chin and lifted my
head up and looked into my eyes, her lovely face sad and
resigned. She pulled a tiny key from inside her bosom and bent
down and unlocked my necklace and took it off. As my tears
welled again and I started to make a high, soft keening sound,
she said, "It belongs to you, Pet, and I am not taking it from
you. But it is my responsibility to decide what you will wear,
and I have decided that Lucy will keep your necklace for you for
the next two days. Today you will rest in your room. Tomorrow
you will go to class without it."
I thought I might as well just die. I wished I could die. In
my room later, bathed and powdered and in my bed with Lucy
holding my hand, I tried to think of ways to die. I would not be
consoled. I couldn't eat, and Lucy and Vivian didn't have the
heart to call Cissy and force me.
The next day, I learned the price of pride. None of the other
girls said anything, maybe no one even noticed. But it didn't
matter. Walking down that hall without my necklace to join the
other girls for class was the hardest thing I'd ever done. All
the terrible punishments I had endured seemed trivial compared to
that one perfectly normal afternoon at class. I paid attention
and even answered the one question I was asked, but when I got
back to my room I walked past Lucy without even seeing her. I
put my books back on their shelf and my purse on the bureau, took
off my uniform, put it in the hamper, set my pumps in their
proper place on the closet rack, turned down the covers and
crawled into my bed, gathered up my best and most favorite Teddy
bear and sobbed as if my heart would break.
I never had another tantrum at the House. I've never had
another tantrum in my life. Cissy let Lucy put my necklace back
on me that night, early. I think Lucy went and begged her. As I
knelt on my bed and Lucy locked it on, I took hold of her wrists
and kissed her hands.
*****
In Episode 9, a strange, inexplicable encounter introduces Pet to
one of the most important influences in her new life. Could she
be falling in love with someone, when she doesn't know who they
are or what they look like?
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