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Subject: {ASSM} Pet {Robin Neal} [10/?]
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PET
10. A SURPRISE
When Cissy came, she unlocked the door and stepped in and said,
"Hello, Pet," before she even relocked the door. She knew I
would be blindfolded and didn't want me to be afraid. She paused
and looked around, and I heard her set her things down on the
bureau. She came over to the bed and sat on the edge and put her
hand on my hip, gently.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes, Cissy, I'm fine," I said. "I've missed you."
She touched my cheek and I reached with my mouth to kiss her on
the wrist.
"I've missed you too, Pet," she said softly, and I believed she
meant it.
"I need to use the restroom and change," she said after a
moment. "Do you need for me to take you in?"
"No, Cissy. I went a little while ago and I'm okay. Hurry
back?"
"Oh yes," she said, amused.
For the next couple of minutes, I struggled with my feelings. I
was trying to explore how meeting my Lover might have changed my
attitude toward Cissy. How did I feel? Would I perform badly
now? If I discovered in the middle that I didn't want Cissy, how
well could I fake it? The answer to that was not well enough.
Cissy knew me better than I knew myself, there would be no way
that I could fake anything with her. I couldn't even pretend to
be sick, I had tried that a long time ago when I was mad at her.
It didn't work. She was going to find out what my feelings were.
So what were they? I might as well know first. I pictured
making love with Cissy, or rather being made love to. I thought
it sounded good, she was so different from my Lover that it was
like a different kind of sex. I really wanted Cissy, and it had
nothing to do with my Lover. Besides, the girl had left me so
hot that I was basically ready for anything that breathed,
including barnyard animals. Just kidding. Cissy would satisfy
me, she always did. Hurry, Cissy!
Feeling better now, I smiled when I heard Cissy come out of the
bathroom and wiggled over to make more room. She came into the
bed like a big cat, relaxed and balanced and elegant and strong.
I raised my face and silently begged for a kiss, and she gave me
one. It had become a ritual with us, and it worked just as well
with the blindfold. She tasted like mint, she'd just brushed her
teeth. She lay next to me for a moment and stretched, then she
said, "I had you blindfolded tonight because I have a surprise
for you and I didn't want you to see it too soon." She toyed
absently with my left nipple for a moment, running her finger
over it and watching it get hard, as she often did when she was
talking with me in bed. It was a control thing, like almost
everything she did, and I had come to like it. She could take my
breath away any time, and she sometimes teased me by asking me a
question and watching me try to answer as she made me lose
control of my breathing.
But there was something just a little odd about Cissy tonight,
since she had come out of the bathroom. Her control was very
good, but I knew her very well also and my sensitivity to sounds
was razor sharp, and she was a tiny bit breathy or dreamy or...
well, turned on was a good way to put it. What was going on with
her? Had she really missed me THAT much? I thought there was
more to it. Then I had no time to wonder because she made love
to me, purring in my ear and running her strong, clever hands all
over my body, and I responded, big time. She stiffened my
nipples, got me all wet, and pulled me into a position where I
could use my mouth to please her while she stroked me. Just her
breasts, though, she didn't let me lick her pussy. Soon, Cissy
moved me again, rewarding me with kisses as my mouth left her
hard nipples. She supported me and I was so used to being tied
like this, I was almost graceful. She put me on my tummy with my
head on two pillows, so my implants wouldn't take all my weight,
and got my knees under me with my bottom pushed up in the air.
I'd changed into a simple cotton thong, and she took it in her
hands and tore it in half with a low grunt and pulled it off of
me. I heard it hit the wall. Wow! Cissy was in rare form
tonight! She knelt behind me and slid her hand along my back to
my neck, turned my chin so I was facing straight ahead, and
clamped her hand over my mouth firmly. Her other hand stroked my
pussy, releasing waves of heat through my body. With my hands
tied behind my back and blindfolded, I couldn't have been more
helpless in her hands. I loved it. Would she let me come yet?
Oh, please...
She leaned against my bottom from behind and said, "Are you
ready for your surprise, Pet?" Her voice was really husky now.
I felt muscles ripple in her stomach. Cissy was as excited as I
had ever seen her. Or rather, heard her. With her hand over my
mouth I was silenced, but I answered her question with a fervent
nod. She entered me with a flowing movement of her hips.
An animal scream was ripped from me, stifled behind her hand.
In that instant I knew why she had sounded like that, and why I
had been blindfolded. She had used this with me once before,
just once. Cissy was wearing what she had called pleasure pants,
a tight little rubber panty with two dildos molded into it. One
for me, one for her. The outside one she had already lubricated
with Vaseline or something, and I got it all in one motion, not a
jab, but a smooth roll of her hips. Without a pause she started
to fuck me, long deep relentless strokes.
I forgot where I was. I forgot WHO I was. The thinking part of
me just switched off and only the feeling part was left. The
only thing I could remember was her name, and I squealed it over
and over and over behind her hand. I came so hard my feet
flailed on the bed and I accidentally kicked her. I don't think
she even noticed. Her fingers touched my clitoris and I came
again about three breaths later. And again! She came too,
timing it masterfully. All the dammed-up need poured out of me
as Cissy took me right over the edge of sanity and I cried and
shook and soaked the bed. Imagine being a girl who has sex all
the time, but is almost never really fucked. God, how I'd needed
this, and I hadn't even known it. But Cissy had known.
Later, as I lay in her arms, Cissy reached one hand behind my
head and pulled out the knot of my blindfold and took it off. It
was sopping with tears. I shook my head, dizzy, and looked up at
her face. She had taken off the pleasure pants at some point,
and I had given her one more orgasm with my mouth, for good
measure. She was flushed and exhausted, but still very much in
control of herself. I wasn't; I was so limp after that
incredible fucking that I almost drooled. I couldn't take my
eyes away from Cissy's face. How could I ever have hated my
Lady?
She smiled her distant smile, but her eyes betrayed her. There
was a warmth there that was very personal. She pulled my face up
to hers and kissed me, flicking her tongue over my lips as she
let me go. I was so dazed I seemed to see little stars floating
around her.
"I have to go, Pet," she said.
"I love you, Cissy," I said. Uh-oh.
Something flashed across her face, something very scary. Not
anger. Pain? But it was gone before I could react to it, and
the look that replaced it was calm and reassuring. She relaxed
and looked at me contemplatively, her eyes wandering, capturing
details.
"Cissy, I..." I began.
"Shhhh... No, Pet. Listen for a minute. You're always in such
a rush." Cissy wasn't commanding me, she was coaxing, asking me
to do as she said. "Virtually all House girls come to love their
Ladies. And are loved in return. It comes with the territory,
so to speak." She paused, making sure I was listening. "But it
isn't the kind of love you need to make you a whole person, to
make you happy. Because I care so much about you and because I
missed you, I took you a little too far, too fast, tonight. It
was selfish, and I apologize. I will do better. Don't tell me
that you don't really love me, that would hurt me very much."
She hesitated again, holding my eyes. "I believe I know how you
feel about me. Please try to understand how I feel about you.
You are a tremendous challenge for me, and because I'm the kind
of woman I am, I am dedicated to you, perhaps more than is
reasonable. Sometimes I make mistakes." She stopped again for a
moment, looking deeply into my eyes, willing me to understand.
"Have confidence in me, and I promise you that it will all work
out. Will you try to do that, Pet?"
I said the only thing I could say. "Yes, Cissy." But I hoped
that I said it in the right way, because I really thought I
understood. What she said made sense. It was fair. That was
all I ever really wanted, for life to be fair. And to be loved,
I supposed. Who knew how that would work out? But Cissy, at
least, was as fair as she knew how to be.
I dropped my head on her shoulder for the short time we had left
together and relaxed as much as I could, breathing her scent in
and out slowly. I felt like a very lucky girl.
The next week or so was a good time for me. Cissy and I had a
better understanding, or I guess I had a better understanding of
her. I also have to say that that night, the surprise she gave
me, had a really amazing calming effect on me. Maybe I should
have known that my sexual frustration, lack of that kind of
satisfaction, was one of the things wrong with me and my
behavior. Maybe I really should have felt it, but I hadn't. It
was one of those things where you don't realize it was broken
until it's fixed. Anyway, I had learned something about myself
and I had learned more about Cissy, and I liked her more and that
was a big thing. It made it easier when she did the high-handed,
aggravating things she still did to me just about every day.
Nicole knew. We were whispering at the pool, telling each other
girl stuff, and I felt wild and told her about it.
She gave me a knowing wink. "I wondered why you're so mellow.
Congratulations, changed woman."
"Nicole! It's not THAT major. I mean, just because I had a
little something different. Besides, how would you know?" I
grinned wickedly.
"What makes you think I don't know? It's a well-known fact,
babe. Artsy is great, but sometimes a girl just needs a good
old-fashioned reaming. The Big One, you know?"
My mouth dropped open. "Slut!"
"And you're not."
We cracked up laughing, and the other girls looked at us. We
stifled ourselves, but had the giggles for the rest of the
morning. Nicole was so much fun.
I had a little trouble explaining my "dream" to Lucy and
Vivian. Lucy didn't ask a lot of questions, but I knew that
Vivian always told her everything about everything. It was hard
because, although they were really my dear friends, there was
still that little boundary of propriety, not in the subjects we
could talk about, but in the way we could talk about them. Lucy
especially, she was just SO professional. I got to her, though,
when I told her about Vivian's unconscious remark when she found
me. Lucy just lost it, so bad she had to leave for a few
minutes. When she came back, she apologized, but I could tell I
had made her whole week. She would never lack something to tease
Vivian about now, and they were so close I knew she was just
waiting for a chance.
And speaking of my dream, that was the only thing that had me a
little crazy. Dammit, why was my life so complicated? I'd just
gotten my thing with Cissy straightened out a little, classes and
stuff were going better, and now this. It hadn't been a dream, I
knew it. And I needed her again, I just had to make something
happen so she would come back. I thought about it all the time,
the maddening mystery of how she had come to me, the naive,
willing sweetness of her, the promise in that last kiss. I knew
she wanted to come back like I knew the sun would come up; there
could be no doubt. But how could she? I needed to do something,
I needed to make it happen, and I didn't have a clue how to do
it.
Day after day I wracked my brains. That night had been such a
perfect, unique opportunity. Those circumstances might never be
repeated. Unless...
Pet, you clever, clever girl. It was a scary plan, because it
meant I had to deceive Cissy, just a tiny bit. But I hardly had
a choice. I waited for my chance, impatient. My need for my
Crystal Lover was becoming an ache.
*****
In episode 11, the House needs an exceptionally beautiful girl
for an important, difficult and embarrassing task. Who is the
unlikely choice? You can probably guess...
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