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PET
9. THE CRYSTAL LOVER
Cissy left me alone sexually for the next several days, until I
began to think she didn't want me any more, which bothered me
much more than I thought it would. But then Vivian told me after
I came in from a late class that I was to be ready that night by
nine, and that Cissy would be in some time later. Cissy always
did everything she said she would, so I knew she was coming. She
had given Vivian special instructions.
Vivian brought me a light dinner and I ate in my room. I
started early and took an extra long time getting ready for bed,
showering and lotioning and powdering and doing all the stuff I
usually did, and shaving and cologning and doing something cute
with my hair and being really clever with my makeup and
everything I could think of. Vivian polished my necklace with a
soft cloth as I knelt on my bed and held my chin up for her. She
had a key, but I wouldn't let her take it off even for that long.
I picked out a little silky ruffled thong to wear and got into
bed about eight with a book, and Vivian put my shackle on. She
smiled happily.
"You look wonderful tonight, Miss Pet. I'll be back in a few
minutes, Mademoiselle has some more instructions concerning...
um, restraint."
"Okay, Vivian, thank you," I said and she curtsied herself out.
When she came back, she had one of the typical silk bags that
Cissy sent things in and she sat on the bed next to me and took
out a length of the linen cord I was used to. I turned demurely
and let Vivian tie my wrists, pulled to test it and gave a little
satisfied sigh. Vivian knew just how I liked it. I got ready to
lie back down, but Vivian said, "There's something else, Miss."
I turned and looked at her, curious. She took a length of cloth
out of the bag and held it out.
"What is it, Vivian?" I asked and she said nervously, "It's a
blindfold, Miss. Mademoiselle says you're to wear it."
"Okay," I said thoughtfully, "Let's look at it."
Vivian relaxed, glad that I wasn't angry, and we investigated
the blindfold together. I wasn't afraid or upset; Cissy had used
a blindfold with me before, during our first months together when
I had a lot of trouble submitting to her. It just struck me as
odd because it had been quite a while, and I kind of thought she
was finished with that. This blindfold was made of some kind of
closely-woven synthetic fabric, dark green and soft and sort of
fuzzy. It was irregularly shaped to fit my face and lightly
padded, and it was really stretchy. We tried it, and it was very
effective once we got it right. The first time we put it on
upside-down, and couldn't help giggling over how funny that was.
Soon Vivian had it figured out, and she put it on me fairly tight
and smooth and tied a knot behind my head, fluffing my hair over
it. I could see absolutely nothing around or through it even if
I stared at the lamp, and I wasn't going to wiggle out of it
either. Vivian asked if I was okay, and I said sure and told her
she could go. I heard her straightening up just a bit more and
then she let herself out and the door closed and locked with a
click. I was alone.
I put my head down on my pillow and got comfortable. The
blindfold didn't bother me at all physically. I was very
relaxed. In fact, I reflected that if Cissy didn't hurry she was
going to have to wake me up, and that had never happened before.
But it was weird not being able to see anything in my room. All
the familiar smells were there, and I had a little brass clock on
a shelf that ticked with a sound like a tiny, tiny hammer. These
things reassured me and I wasn't afraid. After a little while, I
tried to picture the room as it must be, around me. Was the
light on or off? I couldn't remember and didn't know and
couldn't find out. It occurred to me to wonder whether the light
worked when I couldn't see. If a tree falls in the forest with
no one to hear it, does it make a noise? Someone had said that
to me once, and I thought of it now. Then I tried to picture
myself in the dark (?) room. Hmmm... Pet in bed. Covers half
down, lying facing left, arms behind, wrists tied, ankle shackled
but you couldn't see that, it was under the covers. Naked, or
nearly so. Those awesome, obvious tits, slim tummy and big round
navel. A sleek, rounded hip. Bright copper hair, probably kind
of messy by now. I could feel the edge of the coverlet and sheet
lying just over my hip. Did my butt show? Should I wiggle
further under so it wouldn't? Should I ask Vivian to tuck me in
better? COULD I ask her? There was a thought! I had no idea if
I could find or even reach the button on the bedside table to
ring for her. My hands were tied behind my back. I was fastened
to the bed by one ankle. Could I maybe reach the bell with the
toes of my other foot? I almost tried, the idea was so
interesting, but then I relaxed and told myself I was being
silly. Vivian wouldn't forget me. Would she? Was it even
possible? Well, anything was possible. I pictured a scenario
where something outrageously unusual happened, and everyone
forgot me. How long until I could get loose by myself? I was
afraid that the answer to that one was never. Now I almost WAS
getting scared. I was getting goose bumps and my nipples felt
swollen. I rubbed them against the satin sheet. What color was
the sheet? I couldn't remember. Pet, you little idiot, be
STILL!
Wait...
Was that a noise? A different noise? My breathing was too
loud; I couldn't hear anything now. No, it had just been a
little noise, like the house settling, a noise that happened all
the time and you just didn't notice. Then there really was a
noise, a very soft slithering, swishing noise, like a silk scarf
being dragged lightly across a hardwood floor. My floor was
carpeted. In the middle of the swishing, there was a very
distinct sound. It would have been soft if sound had not been my
whole world at that time. It was the sound of chimes, a musical
ripple, very high, and it wasn't metallic, like bells or wind
chimes or silverware. It was crystal. Not just glass. Crystal,
like a tiny chandelier, and it was perfectly tuned and so, so
delicate and beautiful. It charmed me and frightened me. I had
nothing like that in my room. It didn't seem to come from a
particular place or direction. It was just there, just once.
Then there was the sound of bare feet on the carpet, very light.
And breathing, soft and quick. Someone was in my room.
I struggled up on my elbow in bed and opened my mouth to scream.
I hesitated for an instant, gathering breath, and in that
instant I was touched, so lightly, so gently. Fingers across my
lips, small, delicate fingers, hushing me. Fingers that were as
afraid as I was.
When you are touched by another person, skin to skin, you know
things immediately, without thinking. You know things about that
person, even if it's a hand on your arm in a crowd on the street,
by accident, and you never see that person's face, you know
something about them. About how they are feeling, what they are
like, not enough to really know them, but an idea, in some cases
a clear idea.
She was a girl. I didn't know how old or how tall or anything,
but she was afraid and she meant me no harm.
I let out the breath that would have been a scream. I was
shaking. I cocked my head and listened, but could hear nothing.
I whispered, very softly. "Who are you?"
I was answered, as softly as the breeze outside in the garden,
as if from far away.
"Shhhhhhh."
The sound told me more. It hushed me and it reassured me. It
gave me no further clue who she was, because it wasn't really her
voice and it carried no tone or accent or inflection. It was
just air between her lips. But she cared about me. It was a
personal sound, a sound for someone special.
Then she was close to me and I could hear her breathing again.
She was young and healthy and... fresh, somehow. Her breath was
fast, nervous... no, excited! Excited and nervous both. She
knew she didn't belong here, and she was terrified of being
caught. She could be caught any time. Cissy could come! Did
she know Cissy was coming, was that it? Or was she afraid of
Vivian? Vivian had the key to my door.
I wanted so much to talk to her, to know about her. I leaned
toward her and almost spoke, but at the last moment I held my
breath and she didn't have to hush me again. There could be no
sound that others might hear. This was a secret. She slowly,
carefully eased up into my bed. My heart pounded. She weighed
less than I. I tried to get to my knees facing her, because she
was on her knees. My chain clinked very softly. A delicate hand
on my shoulder helped me, just for a heartbeat. I made it to my
knees and inched forward. Her breath was closer. She wasn't
quite my height. And now I smelled her.
My own cologne choked me, that had seemed so understated before.
It covered most of her scent, but I still knew more about her.
She washed a lot, with cleansing cream instead of soap. She used
an unscented shampoo that just smelled clean, like the
professional hair cleanser in the Salon downstairs. That was it!
She was from the House. From somewhere in the House, and she
didn't use her own brand of shampoo or scented conditioner. She
took one little step closer on her knees, and a slim, soft hand
rested on my shoulder, steadying us both. I smelled her aroma
more deeply. It wasn't a perfume, wasn't a cologne. It was a
body oil, a natural, woodsy scent. An open, sunny meadow...
spearmint! It was very light but I was sure. I had never
thought that I was particularly good at scents. I knew some
girls were. Mademoiselle Kelly was famous, able to name dozens
or hundreds of perfumes and colognes and herbs and oils offhand.
But somehow my attention to this girl was so intense, my
knowledge of her so limited, that I was getting to know her by
smell. And on top of it all was another scent that was easy for
me to name. She smelled of girl. Sexually active, interested
female. She wanted me.
My breathing deepened to match hers. I wiggled forward just a
bit more, caught my balance with her help and leaned a little
toward her. She took one deep breath and whispered, "Ohhh..." so
faintly I wasn't sure I had heard it. But I felt it on my face.
Firm, warm breasts with hard nipples pressed against mine. She
was naked, at least as naked as I was. She had come to me this
way, somehow, out of thin air with the sound of crystal chimes,
nude. Her hand slipped down to my rib cage and went behind my
back, brushing my skin lightly, then pulling me gently forward.
Her other hand was moving. I felt it before it touched me, two
fingers just under my chin, turning my head a little on the side
as my lips parted and her mouth came up against mine with an
almost electric shock, full, soft lips that trembled and WANTED.
The inside of her mouth was hot and she tasted salty, almost like
tears. I was lost, absolutely lost. This was my lover, I knew
beyond a doubt in the moment of that first kiss, and I had never
had a lover before. We pressed together full length now, kissing
and rubbing urgently against one another. She had pubic hair, I
felt it. It was silky and wispy, as if it were new.
Sometimes she didn't know what to do. Her hand slipped boldly
down inside my thong, but then she hesitated, not knowing whether
she should make me lie down first. She nibbled my ear, small,
sharp teeth. She was so warm I was worried she had a fever. She
would get an inspiration and move me to a good position, and her
touch with her fingers and lips was exquisite, but she wasn't
good at gauging my rhythms like Cissy was. She couldn't control
me. She was hesitant, kind of tentative, and it came to me how
often I had told myself that this was the kind of lover I wanted,
someone who DIDN'T know everything about sex. My lover was
uncertain, she needed help, and I was totally charmed. I helped
her. I knew tricks, tricks I could use even bound and mostly
helpless as I was, and I used them. I got on top of her somehow
and went down on her. She gasped in startled ecstasy and tangled
her hand in my hair. She made the oddest tiny noises as I licked
her gently, then harder and quicker, flicking my tongue, knowing
I was good at this. Her breathing was muffled somehow, and then
I realized that she must have her other hand over her mouth to
keep herself quiet. She was so wet, and warmer than ever. She
felt like a little furnace. I was truly worried about her.
Suddenly her thigh muscles locked and she had an unexpected,
shuddering orgasm, straining desperately to be quiet. Her
breathing was even more muffled. She had gotten hold of one of
my pillows and had it over her head! She was scared to death of
being heard.
After I made her come, my lover gathered herself, turned me over
and poured herself on me. She was everywhere, licking and
kissing my skin, her tongue in my mouth, then in my navel. She
wrestled my panties down to my knees and got her fingers between
my legs. Her mouth took in one of my nipples at the same time.
That wicked tongue! Oh my God, now I was the one struggling
wildly for a way to shut myself up. She learned with scary
speed, and tied like I was, I couldn't control her any more than
she could control me. I couldn't make her stop or even slow
down. Her finger pressed on my clitoris and hot, creamy liquid
ran between my thighs. I was fighting for control and
dangerously close to crying out. I breathed in gasps between my
clenched teeth. I was going to come any second and I prayed for
her to put her hand over my mouth, because I knew I was going to
scream.
She came up to her knees in a single motion and froze,
listening, her hand on my belly communicating with me perfectly.
Wait... Then she was off the bed like a startled fawn and I
thought she was gone. I stifled myself with a heartbreaking
effort. I wanted so badly to call to her! I had to know who she
was, she couldn't just leave me! Then she was back, just for a
second, bending over me as I lay helpless on my back, arched and
squirming with interrupted passion. Her breath was hot on my
face and I reached up with my mouth, so needful. She kissed me,
once, a kiss that thanked and sorrowed and promised all at the
same time. Then she was really gone, and the sweetness of that
kiss faded slowly as I heard a sound. Crystal chimes. They
faded too, and I was alone.
After a few minutes, when nobody came in, I guessed that she had
just heard Vivian passing by in the hall or something. God, she
was SO sensitive. I couldn't have heard a bomb going off in the
hall over the sound of my heart. At least she hadn't been
caught. Cissy would have... Cissy! She would come in any
minute. If she saw me like I must look, it was over. I couldn't
lie, she would know. I couldn't even pull my panties up! I
squirmed around in deadly earnest, orienting myself. It took me
about ten seconds to do what I had earlier doubted I could do at
all: get my toes on the maids' call button. Vivian was there
about five seconds later. I heard her come in the door and stop,
and I could almost hear her mouth drop open.
"Miss Pet, what..."
"Vivian, you have to help me!" I hissed urgently, trying to sit
up. "I... I had a dream. I have to get cleaned up before Cissy
comes. Now, Vivian, PLEASE!"
She came over to the bed, took my blindfold off, turned me
around and started to untie me. As she worked, she stared at the
chaos of the bed linens and murmured absently, "You had a dream?
Wow, can I have one?"
I had never, ever heard Vivian say anything like that, and what
hurt worst was that I had no time to laugh. But when I told Lucy
the next day, I thought she would wet herself.
Once she was pointed in the right direction, Vivian worked with
an efficiency that boggled the mind. The room and bed seemed to
clean themselves up at the same time I was being sponge-bathed
and powdered and my panties changed. She fixed my hair totally
with about four strokes, let go of the brush in mid-air and was
re-doing my makeup before it landed on the counter. Everything
she needed seemed to already be in her hand. I was back in a
fresh bed, shackled and tied, before I let out the breath I was
holding. As she faced me away from her and did my blindfold
again, I let out a grateful sigh and said, "Vivian, do they ever
have contests for this maid stuff? I want to get a bet down on
you."
"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that, Miss," she said offhandedly.
"Lucy's much better."
Cissy did come, about half an hour later. I spent that time in
my bed, blindfolded again, feeling my body cool down and
wondering what in the world had just happened to me. She hadn't
been a dream. How she got into my room was unfathomable. How
she knew when to come was even more mysterious. Was she someone
I knew? She almost had to be. I tried to compare my picture of
her to everyone I knew, but it was hopeless. I just didn't have
enough information. What did I know about her? Young. Medium
height. Spearmint body oil, she got her hair done at the salon,
used cleansing cream every day. I didn't know how long her hair
was but it wasn't REALLY long, I would have felt it. Unless it
was up? Fairly large breasts, very firm. Fine pubic hair. Her
sexual odor was something I would never forget, but I could
hardly go around sampling the private scent of every girl I knew.
I got a mental picture of that and started giggling like a fool.
Dammit, Pet, concentrate! If only she had said something! Then
it came to me that she HAD said something, several somethings in
fact. When we were making love she had spoken words or
half-words to me, things like "Yes" and "Wait" and "Please."
They hadn't registered on me at the time, only their meanings
had. And she had been so careful, using only the faintest
whispering tone so that I couldn't get an idea of her voice.
Never more than one word at a time, so no accent or speech
pattern could show. I knew something else about her now. She
was far from stupid. In fact, everything she had done was
clever, if you didn't count the fact that trying to sneak into my
room at all was suicide. Unless she was one of the Ladies? No
way. She was sexually inexperienced, not even as far along as I
was. One of the girls then, she had to be. Nicole? She was
about the right height and body type. No, Nicole was shaved like
me, and besides I didn't think she could take her nipple rings
out even if she wanted to.
She wasn't Nicole. But she just about had to be one of the
other girls, unless she really was some kind of ghost or spirit.
But what in God's name would one of the girls be doing sneaking
into my room? It was risking a punishment that would be talked
of in whispers for years. I tried to picture myself wanting one
of the other girls badly enough to try something like that. No
possible chance. How could she even know I was alone? And how
had she escaped from her maids and her Trainer? I certainly
couldn't do it. There had to be an answer, I had to know about
her, to meet her again, to touch her and be with her. A need was
forming in me, in a place I could hide but couldn't ignore. She
was my lover, and I needed her.
How could I find her? Would she come again? She just had to!
But what if she got caught? I didn't care about my own
punishment, but I couldn't bear the thought of her being
punished, just for wanting me. And she would be, terribly. If
Cissy caught her, Oh God...
Then it hit me like a freight train. What if Cissy had SENT
her? Pet, you genius! It explained everything. How she had
known when to come, just on this night at just this time, when I
was blindfolded and helpless and ready for her. How she could
get from her room to mine without getting caught. Cissy had made
arrangements with her Lady. Unless she was Janice? No, wrong
body type. But it would work, Cissy could do it if she wanted
to. She could get another of the girls and send her.
No.
I had thought I'd figured it out, but I had to admit it couldn't
be, for two reasons. Reason number one, she had been terrified
that Cissy would come. She had known her time with me was stolen
time. Reason number two, I knew Cissy very, very well. She
wouldn't hesitate to arrange a tryst for me if she thought it
would be good for me. And it would be just like her not to tell
me. But one of the most basic rules of the House was that the
girls didn't have sex with one another unsupervised. It was
never allowed to happen, the House almost had a paranoia about it
which I presumed came from the Mistress, and probably every
Mistress before her. And Cissy's middle name was Rules.
Responsibility was her Goddess. She wouldn't do it, and that was
that.
I was back to square one, and I was getting a headache. My
lover would remain a mystery for now, at least until she came
again. I would count hours. And in the meantime, I had a name
for her. She was my Crystal Lover.
*****
In episode 10, Pet isn't allowed much time to recover from her
secret liaison with her mystery lover. Her Lady arrives to take
her pleasure, and she isn't in a gentle mood.
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