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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.