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PET
7. DINNER PARTY
I was lying on my bed reading a few minutes later when Vivian
came in. "Good afternoon, Miss Pet," she said tentatively as
she headed for the bathroom. I had been nastier to her, if
anything, than I had been to Lucy. She was understandably wary
of me. I had actually tried to hit her once during a tantrum
over a bath I didn't want to take. The punishment Cissy gave me
for that one had lasted all night. I didn't want to think about
it.
"Hi, Vivian," I said lazily. I was still wiped out from my
experience in the bathroom. I hoped I hadn't left any evidence.
My jumper and other clothes were in the hamper, and I had washed
up and even wiped the sticky toilet seat. Now I had on a silk
night dress, the first thing I had found in the nearest drawer,
and no panties, although Vivian couldn't see that and would
probably have said something if she knew.
Our maids, always ridiculously proper, seemed to have kind of a
thing about panties. I mean, I used to go without them all the
time, and it didn't seem like such a big deal to me. But if Lucy
or Vivian ever found me without any, even just in my room, they
would get this pained look like I was being just terribly naughty
and get out a pair and hand them to me, and then stand there
expectantly. Sometimes that would trigger one of my fits and I'd
start really acting up, but I'd usually just bitch and whine and
go ahead and put them on. At least I had some say in the kind of
panties I wore. I'd never had the thong kind before coming to
the House, but now that I had tried them I liked them. One
reason was that they just seemed more comfortable, but mainly I
had gotten used to them because I was punished so often and one
of the House's most common punishments was spanking or switching.
When you have a serious set of fresh welts across your bottom,
backless underwear is definitely a plus.
Some of my outfits, though, weren't designed to be worn with
panties, and in that case my maids seemed to see nothing wrong
with it at all, which I found irritating. Why was it arbitrarily
okay SOMETIMES? Finally, with Cissy backing them, they had
mostly worn me down, since it seemed so damned crucial to
everyone. But occasionally I still liked to invent sneaky ways
of going without, just to be perverse.
Vivian finished whatever she was doing in the bathroom and came
out and started to straighten up. The first thing she did was
close the drawer I had left open and pick up my uniform pumps
from where they had landed. She looked at them critically and
set them aside to be polished. Oops. Oh well.
I was starting to get hungry and I sat up, my legs dangling over
the edge of my bed, and put down my book. "How are you this
afternoon, Vivian?" I offered.
She looked like she thought it was a trick question. "Very
well, Miss Pet," she said. She looked at me curiously, keeping
her distance. "Did you enjoy the pool?"
"Yeah, it was kind of fun. Did you talk to Lucy?"
"Yes, Miss, she said you were feeling well today. She seemed
very happy for you."
"I guess I am feeling well, Vivian. When's dinner?"
"Dinner is at six, Miss," she replied. "You..." A little
hesitation. "...will be joining Mademoiselle and two guests in
Mademoiselle's suite." She paused, waiting for me to start
kicking up a fuss.
"Really?" This was kind of interesting. "Not in the Dining
Hall? What guests?"
"Mademoiselle Shannon and one of her girls, I believe, Miss.
Mademoiselle Cissy sent an invitation this afternoon."
Nicole!
"That sounds neat, Vivian! Is it time to get ready yet?" I was
actually getting excited. Vivian eyed me suspiciously.
"I think you can start any time, Miss Pet," she said slowly.
"I should do Miss Janice's room, then I could come back and help
you if you would like to shower now." I almost laughed. Poor
Vivian, she was probably wondering if I was an impostor. There
had been times when my first reaction to being told to dress for
dinner would be to look for an object to throw. Preferably a
breakable object, and preferably at Vivian. She was a soft,
rounded blonde with bangs and ruddy cheeks, and she was very
professional but lacked Lucy's perfect control. I felt sorry for
mistreating her, but couldn't resist the wickedness of teasing
her either. She was just so... teasable!
"Okay, thanks, Vivian," I said sweetly. "I'll see you in a few
minutes."
"Very good, Miss Pet." Vivian curtsied in a distracted way and
turned toward the door.
"Oh, Vivian?" I stopped her at the door and she turned back,
spooked. She almost ducked.
"Yes, Miss Pet?"
"You look very nice this afternoon."
She stared at me for about five seconds while I beamed at her
like a cherub, then closed her mouth and said, "Thank you, Miss
Pet," in a totally confused tone, curtsied again and turned and
went on about her business with her head cocked at an odd angle.
I thought she was going to walk into the wall. I was messing
with her SO seriously. Oh, Pet, how can you be so bad? I got
the giggles, bouncing up and down on my bed, then caught myself
and jumped in the shower. Dinner with Cissy and Nicole and her
Lady. Hmmm! I wondered what we were having. Just days ago, I
had hated every minute of my life at the House. Weird. Very
weird.
I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth ( again! ) and dried
myself and did my own lotion. Vivian still wasn't back. I felt
between my legs critically. Uh-oh. I got out the baby oil and
the slim little razor. I was tempted to do it myself, but it was
really hard for me and I didn't want to do a bad job. I
compromised by shaving the rest of me and waiting for help with
the delicate part. When Vivian showed up, she took over in a
totally professional way. I could tell she was still amazed by
how cooperative I was, but I had never given her any trouble
during this particular ritual. There's something about having
someone hold a razor blade against your clitoris that makes you
want to cooperate with them. I stood in the shower and bent
over, facing away from her, legs wide. When she was about
halfway done, I couldn't resist. I whispered "Vivian!" and
looked at her upside-down, between my boobs, and winked. She
gasped, then when she realized she was being teased she went back
to her task with a pained expression. She was done in a jiffy,
and rinsed and toweled me dry.
"Thanks, Vivian," I said cheerfully, straightening up and
stepping out of the shower. "I can powder myself. What do you
think I should wear?"
"You're welcome, Miss. Actually, Mademoiselle sent something."
She hesitated. "Ah... would you like to see it?" She was really
careful, even though I was behaving so well. I had once grabbed
a dinner dress and ripped it, and she hadn't forgotten.
"Sure!" I said. I stopped at the closet, wrapped in a big
fluffy towel, and stepped into a pair of casual cork-soled mules
that I sometimes wore. I slid the closet door open all the way
and looked in. "Where is it?"
"Here, Miss Pet." It was on a hanger behind my door. I sat on
my bed and she pulled off the plastic and held it up for me to
see. It was a long, simple-looking sweep of sheer white silk
with spaghetti straps, but it sparkled somehow. It was hard to
tell more than that on the hanger, but it looked very expensive.
Vivian showed me that it had matching shoes, cutaway dress pumps
with slim straps and a very severe arch.
"Beautiful!" I said. "Wow, look at those heels. I hope
dinner's not a buffet!"
Vivian put the dress back behind the door. "I trust not, Miss,"
she said, perfectly serious. I couldn't help snickering, but
then I smiled at her fondly.
"Come on, Vivian, this is fun! How should we do my hair? Cissy
must want this to be a special occasion. I wish we could ask
Lucy."
For the first time, Vivian visibly brightened. "Would you like
to, Miss Pet? I believe she's still in the maids' lounge. I'm
sure she wouldn't mind."
"Cool!" I enthused. "Go ask her, quick! Um, Vivian?" as she
turned to go. "Tell her I said please?"
Vivian curtsied and left, totally bemused. That poor girl was
going to need therapy if I kept it up.
For the next hour and a half, Lucy and Vivian and I experimented
and giggled like schoolgirls. Vivian was much more relaxed when
Lucy was with us. It was without a doubt the happiest I had been
since I'd come to the House, and when we were done I stepped in
front of my full-length mirror.
Oh. My. God.
It had looked simple on the hanger. On me it was right out of a
dream. A wet dream. The dress clung like a lover, tight in all
the right places. It held my boobs up and together, creating
huge cleavage. It scooped down almost to the areolae. It showed
slightly outrageous nipple outline. It plunged in the back
almost too far, but not quite. It tucked up tight right under my
butt, then swept down to the floor, the hem slightly scalloped.
A drastic slit showed my right leg to the hip when I moved. It
was creamy white with little flecks of dark gold all through it,
and it sparkled even if I just stood there and breathed.
Underwear was NOT an option.
I had simply never seen anything like it, and I said "Oh..."
to the mirror in a very faint and dreamy voice. I thought I
might cry. Lucy and Vivian stood behind me, arms around each
other, and looked ready to cry with me.
It was a good thing I didn't start bawling, because I would have
wrecked a classic makeup job. Both Vivian and Lucy would easily
have qualified for just about any salon in the world. All our
maids were like that. Lucy, though, had a special touch. She
had taken the fresh blush of my day in the sun and accented it
perfectly. Huge, luminous emerald eyes, ripe-peach lips and
nails, and angel skin hypnotized me when I looked in the mirror.
My shiny copper hair was up in a natural but elegant sweep, with
a little relaxed curl artistically bothering one cheek. I
stepped up close to the mirror, dropped my lashes coquettishly,
and practically fell in love with myself, half drunk on my own
musky perfume.
I turned around and looked at my new friends. I had no idea
what to say, and they knew it. I think my face said enough, at
least I hope so. I would never, ever forget this moment, even if
it was just a dinner party. At last, I knew what to do. I put
one foot behind the other and dropped them a deep curtsy, my eyes
on the floor in honest humility. Vivian lost it. She gasped and
buried her face against Lucy's shoulder. Lucy kept her proud
smile, a sisterly arm around Vivian, but her eyes were sparkling
with tears.
A knock on the door broke the mood, fortunately. Vivian
answered it, wiping her eyes, as Lucy bustled around cleaning up
and I started putting things in my little bag. It was one of the
duty Trainers, a darkly tan Oriental beauty with china doll hair
and boots. She asked Vivian formally if I was in, and then as I
came to attention she presented Mademoiselle Cissy's compliments
and told me I was expected for dinner. Was it my imagination, or
did she pause a second when she saw me? If so, she hid it well,
her lovely face imperiously serene. I thanked Vivian and Lucy
again and stepped out into the hall. The Lady offered me her
arm, and I took it. I was on my way.
Cissy's apartment was directly below my room. The residence
wings of the House were organized that way, each Lady living in a
suite on either the ground floor or the third floor. The second
floor ( mine ) and the fourth floor were divided into individual
rooms for the girls. Each Trainer had rooms for three girls,
although not all of them had three girls assigned at a given
time. Cissy had one other girl, my neighbor Janice. She was a
pretty ( of course ) blonde, slim and willowy, a year or so older
than me. I saw her sometimes, on the way to class or something,
and she seemed nice although she was as wary of my moods as
everyone else was. We could never talk about Cissy, it wasn't
allowed. Cissy never mentioned her name in my presence. I took
it that this was customary, and presumed that Cissy spent as much
time with Janice as with me, but I really had no idea.
I managed to get down the big curving staircase in one piece,
and in the east foyer we turned down the hall toward Cissy's. I
had been this way many times. Now I was trying to be really
graceful and poised, but I could remember nights when I had been
literally dragged along this hall by two Trainers, cruelly
restrained and on my way to be punished. My memories of those
times were dark and confused, and I pushed them away with a
promise to myself that I would do better starting now. It wasn't
that hard, all I really had to do was WANT to be a part of the
House and everything made sense. Unfair? Maybe, but was life
fair in the outside world?
I was still trying to deal with some very confused feelings
about Cissy, though. I definitely felt different about her since
the incident in my room a few days earlier and especially since
my night out. I was beginning to realize that I hadn't really
understood her or how she felt about me. I still wasn't sure I
understood. Just because I was changing didn't mean she was
going to. Would she still be mean and demanding and
unsympathetic toward me all the time? I really couldn't imagine
her suddenly starting to act sweet and friendly, she just wasn't
that kind of person. And it was her job to train me. But
couldn't she at least be fair? So much of my life was about
Cissy. If we could just reach some kind of understanding, maybe
the House could actually be bearable. Maybe it could be even
nicer than bearable?
We stopped at Cissy's door. Her name was on a shining brass
plate with a little 9 next to it, representing her years as a
Lady of the House. My escort knocked, and Cissy's personal maid
opened the door. I was introduced and released, and stepped
inside, remembering to say, "Thank you, Mademoiselle" to the
Lady as she left. She nodded.
I stood at attention, my purse in both hands behind my bottom,
inside the door of Cissy's parlor as her maid went to get her. I
stole a quick look in the wall mirror to my left, desperate to
look as good as possible. Fortunately nothing had come undone.
Cissy's suite was decorated in a Continental style with
understated taste, beiges and pastels with black and gold
accents. I could smell dinner. Yummy, I was starving by now.
Cissy came in, a vision of a Russian Tsarina as always,
aristocratic and cool. She wore burgundy and black, her tall,
elegant body enhanced rather than revealed by her tight
knee-length skirt, dark stockings and Bolero jacket. A single
ruby shone in a bunch of lace at her throat. Her deep brown eyes
were serene, faintly amused. She showed absolutely none of the
effects from my appearance that the others had. She crossed the
room to me and looked me up and down calmly.
"You look very nice, Pet. Please come into the dining room,"
she said in her musical contralto. Every time she talked, you
always thought she had a European accent until she finished and
you realized she didn't.
"Thank you, Cissy," I answered and followed her. I was trying
to be graceful and sexy and grateful and charming and dutiful and
God knew what else, and I had no idea if I was succeeding. Cissy
did this to me every time. How could she be SO in control of
everything when she hardly ever DID anything? To me, she seemed
magical even at the times I hated her most.
Mademoiselle Shannon had already arrived, and I had been right
about her bringing Nicole. They both looked great. Shannon was
a rather small but well-proportioned redhead with piercing gray
eyes and a look of authority, dressed in white silk slacks and a
black leather single-breasted jacket. Her movements were quick,
energetic and efficient. Everything about her said "No
nonsense!" and she had an unusual bracelet, a plain ring of
stainless steel polished so bright it almost hurt the eyes. It
was far too tight to slip over her hand, and I realized that it
must have been welded on. Ouch! Nicole was dressed in an openly
erotic style, a painted-on pair of calf-length sheer white tights
that laced at the sides and allowed no underwear and no pubic
hair, white pumps, and a very sheer gauzy sleeveless white top
that tied and left her darkly tanned midriff bare. She looked
like anyone could strip her nude in about one second with one
hand. Her big nipple rings were obvious under her top. There
was a pearl in her navel.
Cissy introduced me, and Shannon's reaction was gratifying. Her
eyes said "Wow!" at the same time that her lips said, "It's a
pleasure to meet you, Pet." And this was a Lady! I tried hard
to remain demure. Nicole and I exchanged smiles but did not
speak, since neither of us had been asked a question. Cissy's
maid handed me a slim glass with a little champagne in it and I
sipped. As dinner was being set by the personal maid and the
night maid, Cissy and Shannon chatted on the other side of the
room. The sun was low over the garden outside the French
windows. Nicole and I stood at the elbows of our respective
Ladies and looked attentive. The conversation was no big deal,
at least the part of it I understood. It had to do with
acquisitions and programs or something. When dinner was served,
I was totally ready.
Cissy seated me and Shannon seated Nicole, across from each
other at the round dining table. We said our Thank You's and sat
with our hands in our laps. Cissy waited until her guest was
settled, then pivoted elegantly into her chair and asked her maid
to serve appetizers and pour wine. I got about half an inch of
white wine, but it was good.
There were a lot of forks and glasses and stuff to manage, and
one did NOT want to make a mistake at Cissy's table, but Nicole
and I kept it together okay. All those hours with Mademoiselle
Celine in Etiquette Class were paying off. During dinner, Cissy
and Shannon continued to chat, except they occasionally asked one
of us a question. None of the questions made any difference,
they were just to allow us to be part of the conversation, and to
make sure we were paying attention. The topics ranged from the
groundskeeping at the House to the upcoming Olympics, and I got
the impression that Cissy and Shannon were actually friends, not
just acquaintances. They were very at ease with one another. It
made the atmosphere more comfortable and I enjoyed dinner a lot.
For one thing, it was delicious, although the portions I got, as
always, were disappointingly small. Cissy had chosen them in
advance with my weight in mind. I wound up getting enough, but
Nicole looked wistfully after the maids when the last course was
cleared. I had learned a trick that I promised myself I would
share with her when we had a real chance to talk. I drank a lot
of water with dinner, since I could have all I wanted without
asking. As soon as the level in my goblet went down, the maid
filled it up. I made sure I drank often and got full faster, and
it also gave me something to do.
While dessert was being prepared, some tiny, delightful thing
that was served flaming, the conversation turned to classes, and
Shannon brought up the incident in Cosmetics that afternoon. She
didn't know I had been there, and asked Cissy if she had heard
any more about it. It seemed that Mademoiselle Kelly was more
upset than she had let on, and there were going to be
repercussions of some sort.
Cissy turned to me. "Pet was there, weren't you, Pet?"
I dropped my eyes. "Yes, Cissy."
"Did Mademoiselle Kelly say anything about further punishment
for the girl?"
"No, Cissy. She was still there when we were dismissed."
Shannon said, "That was so strange. Do you know if they found
her book?"
"Yes, Celeste found it," Cissy answered. She hesitated, and I
couldn't resist.
"Cissy, may I please ask a question?"
Cissy and Shannon both looked at me. "Go ahead, Pet," Cissy
said after a second.
I took a deep breath. "It was hidden in the hall outside her
room, wasn't it?"
Cissy sat back from the table just a bit and looked at me with
an unreadable expression.
"Why, Pet!" she said softly. "That is correct. It was behind
a display cabinet."
I dropped my eyes again. "Thank you, Cissy," I said.
"You have surprised me several times lately, Pet. We will talk
about this a little more later," she finished, and turned to her
dessert. The conversation turned also, to other things, and in a
few minutes we were all done. I didn't think the evening would
end there, and I was right. Cissy and Shannon decided to have
drinks and watch a movie. Cissy got up first and pulled my chair
back for me, Shannon collected Nicole and we all went into
Cissy's huge bedroom. There was a semicircular sofa in there,
as I well knew, and Cissy showed me where to sit and waited until
I was settled before she took Shannon over to a wall panel and
pushed on it. It rotated just like in the movies and turned into
a secret video rack with tons of tapes. Cissy and Shannon talked
about what to watch for several minutes, trading suggestions
about their favorites, while the maid set out brandy and
snifters. Nicole was on the other side of the couch from me and
we gave each other a grin. A movie! I hadn't seen a movie since
I'd been at the House. This was so cool. It was almost like a
date or something. I ate dinner with Cissy all the time, but in
the Dining Hall, and it was pretty businesslike even when we had
other people join us at our table. I remembered those dinners
mostly as opportunities to pick up the wrong spoon and get
punished. We had had some private dinners here, just us, and
mainly they were when Cissy wanted to talk to me seriously about
something, typically something I'd done wrong. They usually
ended with me staying the night, too.
Cissy and Shannon picked a movie and Cissy loaded it into the
machine herself. She did something at a little control panel on
the wall and the lights dimmed way down, and the movie started.
Her TV was so big it almost wasn't like a TV. It took up half
the wall. Cissy and Shannon came to sit between us on the sofa.
They sat in the middle so they could talk if they wanted, and I
sat next to Cissy, close but in a kind of modest way. She didn't
pay much attention to me at first. Shannon was quite different.
As soon as the lights were down, she peeled Nicole out of her top
and pulled her right up close. She evidently wanted those
luscious charms conveniently available. Nicole sighed and
cuddled. In a few moments her head was on Shannon's shoulder.
Shannon toyed with a nipple ring, but watched the movie. We all
did. There was a low coffee table in front of us, with the
brandy and four snifters that Cissy's personal maid was getting
ready. She served and then Cissy had her leave and close the
door. Nicole and I each got a tiny dab of brandy, and I
treasured mine like gold. It smelled really good and burned my
tongue in a heady way. Cissy was very moderate in her drinking,
Shannon even more so.
The movie was called "Somewhere in Time" and it was so romantic
it almost hurt. I had never heard of it before, but it had Jane
Seymour in it and I liked her, she was so sort of classy. The
music was beautiful. I got so into it I didn't realize time was
passing. When I looked around after a while, there was no sunset
left outside Cissy's French windows. Without being obvious I
could see that Shannon's hand was between Nicole's legs now, and
Nicole wasn't really watching the movie very much. Cissy looked
at me and asked, "Are you all right?" in a whisper, putting her
hand on the back of my neck. I nodded and asked her a question
with just my eyes. Cissy and I knew each other's moods very
well, and she nodded and put her arm behind me. I settled my
boobs against her, pulled one knee up and cuddled. She smelled
like heaven; she always did. After a moment, I put my lips right
next to her ear and breathed, "Thank you, Cissy," and felt it
with all my heart. She knew I meant the dress and the dinner,
and I think she knew I meant the compliment on the terrace too.
She slipped her hand down to my hip and squeezed lightly, and I
shut up and watched the rest of the movie, very content.
When the movie was finished, Cissy and Shannon decided not to
watch another. There was some discussion about whether Shannon (
and of course Nicole ) would stay over, and they decided not.
During the most romantic parts of the movie Shannon had kissed
Nicole several times, and I think she wanted her alone. Thank
You's were said all around and Shannon dressed Nicole, who had a
dreamy, messy-haired look and very stiff nipples. I stayed in
the bedroom while Cissy saw them out. Nicole was on Shannon's
arm, melted up against her so close she had trouble walking.
Cissy came back in after a minute and messed with the video
thing, putting it away. I stood up and faced her, attentive. It
wasn't polite for me to stay seated while Cissy stood, and
besides I wanted to look good, I wanted her to see the effects of
the dress and shoes as much as possible. She knew it and smiled
in her faintly amused, distant way. As she did a little more
straightening up, she addressed me casually.
"Did you like the movie?"
"Yes, Cissy. Thank you again."
"It was my pleasure, Pet. I enjoyed it also." Then she took
off her jacket and sat on a chair facing me, legs crossed and
posture perfect although she must have been tired after her long
day. She swirled the last of her brandy in her snifter. She did
not invite me to sit.
"Pet, I believe I know how you knew where the book was, but I
would like for you to tell me. Mademoiselle Shannon was very
impressed by you tonight, and I told her that I thought you
really had deduced it on your own. Is that true?" Her intense
eyes fixed me. It was a very good thing I hadn't lied.
"Yes, Cissy," I said. "I figured it out myself, or felt it. I
saw Cynthia's face when she was waiting to be punished in class,
and then I saw her... her panties after she was spanked. I think
she wanted to be punished. She did it all herself, on purpose."
"She could have done many easier, more private things to be
punished for, couldn't she have? Why something so serious?" She
was watching me carefully.
"Well, if I wanted to be punished, punished really hard, and
embarrassed at the same time, I couldn't have thought of anything
better than Cynthia did. She really left her Lady and
Mademoiselle Kelly no choice, since she had been punished for the
same thing before. And she knew she would be caught in class,
where everyone would see."
Cissy's face was intent, curious almost. "And the location of
the book?"
"Well, I thought that if I wanted to get to class without one of
my books, the best way would be to hide it between leaving my
room and being formed up by the duty Trainer. Lucy would never,
ever let me go without my books, and Cynthia's maid must be even
more careful, since she must have gotten in trouble too when
Cynthia forgot her book last time. The Trainer walks behind us
all the way to class after we're mustered, and she would see if
Cynthia had tried to get rid of it then. It had to be in
between, and it had to be pretty well hidden or one of the other
girls might have picked it up and brought it or something. Is
that about right, Cissy?"
"Please try not to start your sentences with 'well,' Pet. It is
a poor usage." Her expression didn't change.
My face fell. "I'm sorry, Cissy. I know better."
"I think your logic is very good, Pet, but that doesn't explain
why Cynthia wanted to be punished really hard and embarrassed, as
you put it. How may we account for that?"
I hesitated.
"I think she just did, Cissy. I don't exactly know why, but I
believe she just feels that way. Like I... I mean... as I said,
I saw her panties after she was punished. She acted like she was
really, really being hurt, but I think she enjoyed it."
Cissy's voice went softer. "It was very perceptive of you to
empathize with Cynthia's feelings in that way, with few clues.
It is fairly common knowledge that she is not a well-behaved
girl. Tell me, Pet, can you imagine feeling the way you believe
she feels? Wanting to be punished and embarrassed, enjoying it?"
I hesitated again, and when I answered I was very, very careful.
"Yes, Cissy. I can imagine it. I don't think I could ever do
it, but I can imagine it if I try."
Cissy looked at me, swirling her snifter, with one of her
unreadable expressions, for about thirty seconds that seemed like
thirty minutes to me.
"How was your day, today, generally, Pet?" This was not a
casual question, and I didn't answer casually. I thought about
it and told the truth.
"It was a strange day, Cissy. I've been kind of confused all
day, it must be something left over from last night. I feel
different, different about the House... I'm not sure why. I
haven't sorted it out yet. Most of all, I think, I feel
different about myself." She waited and I continued.
"I think when I look back on it, it was the nicest day I
remember having, maybe ever, Cissy." I hesitated, took a deep
breath and said, "Thank you for making it so nice."
She looked at me for another few seconds. Then she rose
gracefully and drank the last swallow of her brandy and set down
the snifter. She went over to a side table and picked up a
little velvet box. She held it in front of her as she stepped
over to me and my breath caught. It was a jewelry box.
"Listen to me, Pet," she said in an even tone. "I said that you
have surprised me, and I was being truthful. One of the most
important things taught at the House is an understanding of other
persons' sexuality. Your thoughts about Cynthia show that you
have learned or intuited more than I have realized, which pleases
me a great deal.
"Your performance during your training experience was very good.
Surprisingly good. I was gratified to see you at the pool
today. You looked excellent and behaved well. You went to class
on time and prepared, and your appearance was good there also.
These things have made me happy with you, but they are small
compared to your improved attitude with Lucy and Vivian. That is
the demeanor of a young lady, and you were not forced to it. I
have been waiting a long time for this day. You have far to go
and you will have setbacks, but you have a chance to become a
very special girl, perhaps unique in the history of the House.
Never forget that. This is for you." She opened the box and
held it up for me to see.
It was a necklace, brilliantly polished gold in the form of a
medium-heavy chain. There was no clasp. Instead, the chain
ended in two rings, and they were joined by a beautifully-made
little heart-shaped padlock, also shining gold. Mounted in the
padlock was a huge emerald, cut in the shape of a heart. I was
dazzled by its deep glitter. I couldn't see it clearly. I
looked again and realized I couldn't see because my eyes were
blurred with tears. I looked up into Cissy's face, my mouth
making a perfectly round O. I tried to say, "Oh, Cissy." My
lips formed the words but no sound came out. While I was still
frozen with shock, she took it out of the case and put it around
my neck. She closed the padlock and it made a tiny bell-like
sound. It was kind of tight, almost like a choker, and the
padlock hung perfectly in the hollow of my throat.
I proceeded to destroy my beautiful makeup. I had never had a
real piece of jewelry. House girls, rarely, had gifts of jewelry
from their Ladies, and wore them like badges of honor, fiercely
proud. I had never imagined that I would have something like
that, and now this... it was the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen. Weeks and months of pent-up emotion spilled out of me and
I cried and cried and cried, holding my necklace like I thought
it might disappear, and my knees gave out and I sank down to the
carpet in front of Cissy and cried some more. Finally she said,
"Pet," and I looked up at her. Her smile wasn't distant or
snide. She reached down and put a handkerchief in my hands.
"Please don't get mascara on your dress," she said. I dabbed my
eyes and wiped at my cheeks.
At last I could talk, and I said, "Cissy, may I ask something?"
"Yes," she said in her calm way, watching me.
"May I please stay with you tonight? If you don't want to sleep
with me, I'll sleep on the floor. I don't want to leave you."
The last was almost a sob.
She smiled again. "I was planning to have you sleep with me,
Pet."
"Thank you, Cissy," I said, and I got up dizzily from the floor.
I wiggled out of my dress right there in front of her, and laid
it lovingly across the back of the sofa. I unbuckled and stepped
out of my shoes, setting them carefully by the dress. Wearing
only my necklace and with the most perfect posture I could
manage, I walked on my toes over to Cissy's bed, turned it down
and dug out the shackle from underneath the dust ruffle. I
snapped it on my ankle, slid underneath the covers and waited for
my Lady.
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