The final bit of advice sent a chill down Sarah's spine. "Always, always, always remember that you are property. You are owned just like they own that lamp over there. We are more like pets to them than people. And in their minds, they can do whatever they want with their pets."
She vowed to herself that she would do her best to follow Emily's advice. It would be pretty humiliating, she knew. But she would try her hardest to be an obedient, pleasing pet and she would try not to think about escaping until she was reunited with Emily.
She turned again and faced Gabrielle's legs. Gabrielle was wearing a cocktail dress with slits up the sides and Sarah snaked out her tongue to lick the girl's thigh that was exposed through the slit. Gabrielle reached down and ruffled Sarah's wild mane and then said something to the others in Spanish. Sarah assumed that it was a comment about her but she did not understand it. She continued to move forward to brush her naked body along the legs of her owner.
Little by little, the party started to break up. Papa was the first to go, leaving Gabrielle to host the little gathering by herself. The American woman, along with what Sarah assumed to be her husband, was the next. Sarah watched as a collar was wrapped around her sister's neck and then buckled. And then she blushed as she saw a leash being attached to the collar. The two partygoers walked off, leading their pet pantera by the leash as Emily crawled on all fours.
Eventually, Sarah felt a strip of leather being wrapped around her own neck and knew that she was being collared. Her heart started pounding faster at this point and her mind was racing. She was about to be led off to service Gabrielle for the first time.
She tried to calm her nerves. She was so nervous. This was all so new to her. And Emily was gone now. She had nobody to turn to for moral support.
Sarah took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She felt a gentle tug on her leash and crawled off in the direction of the tug, following Gabrielle's high-heeled feet. She took another deep breath and reviewed Emily's advice again.
"Act like I like it," she thought. I can try. "Wait to be told unless I'm servicing Mistress." That one would be a little more difficult.
"Wait!" she thought. "Where did that come from? Mistress? Wow! I'm really changing here!"
Her pulse continued to race as she followed the shapely legs down the hallway. She turned her head this way and that to try to understand the layout of the house so she could eventually escape. But then she remembered another one of the rules. "Don't ever think about escape when you are with one of them."
She focused again and watched Gabrielle's calves brushing across the back of the dress and felt her breasts swaying beneath her chest as she continued to walk on all fours. She was a pantera tonight. She was a frisky kitty. She would concentrate on her role as best she could for the moment. She would be obedient. And she would remember that she was merely a piece of property that was owned by Gabrielle. Thoughts and dreams of escape would be pushed aside for the time being.
They turned into a room and Gabrielle led her charge to the center of it. It seemed huge to Sarah. The girl felt fingers fumbling at her neck and was relieved when the collar was slipped away.
"Stand up, pretty pet," she heard Gabrielle say. Sarah got to her feet and gulped as she looked up at her tall mistress. She felt so diminutive and so insignificant next to the raven-haired beauty who stood before her.
Gabrielle reached out with both hands to grip Sarah's face. Sarah trembled slightly as she wondered what would happen next. The mistress tilted the girl's head back and then leaned down, kissing Sarah on the lips. The long black curls of hair flowed down either side of Sarah's face, almost forming a tent to protect the modesty of the two girls' tender touch.
"I was so proud of you, pet," said Gabrielle after breaking the kiss. "My Sarah pantera will be as elegant as my Emily pantera. Now, let's get those spots off of you and then I will take you to my bed. Maria has already run you a bath.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sarah in a small voice. She glanced up at Gabrielle again and saw the older girl smiling at her.
"You are so beautiful," Gabrielle said. "I can't wait to play with you."
She led Sarah to the next room and Sarah's eyes opened wide in surprise. This was the bathroom but it was every bit as big as her own bedroom back home; maybe even better. It was a huge bathroom!
Gabrielle sat down on the edge of the tub and patted it. "Hop in, little one. Let's get you clean and fresh."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sarah as she climbed into the tub full of scented water. It was warm and felt wonderful.
"Let's put this on you until we get the spots off," said Gabrielle as she pulled a hairnet over Sarah's head and then tucked the hair under it. "The water will get dark and I don't want my blonde kitty going brunette on me."
Gabrielle picked up a wash cloth and squirted something onto it. Then she started rubbing the cloth over Sarah's skin, starting at her shoulders. The soap, or whatever it was, tingled at first and then burned slightly. But it seemed to be working. The spots were melting away and the water was turning a golden brown.
Gabrielle opened the drain to let the brownish water flow out and then turned on the spigot to let fresh water keep the tub full. She ran the washcloth over Sarah's breasts which caused the tender flesh there to start burning slightly also.
Gabrielle lingered on the generous mounds much longer than was necessary. The spots were gone but still the washcloth moved over the girl's breasts. She finally set the washcloth aside and just used her hands to stroke the fleshy orbs.
"These are magnificent, little one," said Gabrielle as she held each of the breasts in her palms, enjoying their weight. "I still can't believe that they belong to me now. I'm so lucky."
She continued to toy with the breasts and Sarah glanced down, not believing her situation. And she couldn't believe that Gabrielle could believe that she owned her breasts. But this was a whole new world that she had entered. And it really was starting to look like they viewed her as property, just as Emily had said.
"Stand up for me, little pantera," said Gabrielle. Obediently, Sarah stood in the tub. Gabrielle squirted more of the liquid onto the washcloth and then started rubbing it over Sarah's thighs and calves. The spots melted away quickly and were washed away down the drain.
Gabrielle rinsed her hand under the spigot and then dried it on a towel. She slipped her hand between Sarah's thighs, drawing a blush to the girl's cheeks. Sarah felt fingers stroking her labia and opened her mouth to protest. But then she remembered Emily's words and closed her mouth again.
Sarah scrunched up her face as the fingers glided along her petals. She felt a finger touching her between her labia and then pressing inward. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in complaint. Her body shuddered.
Gabrielle looked up and saw the pained look in her pet's face. "What's the matter, beautiful pantera? Tell me the truth. You will not be punished."
Sarah looked down at Gabrielle, not knowing if she could trust the older girl. Her face was still scrunched up as she responded and she was still trembling. She did not know if she could trust the promise about not being punished.
"I'm not lesbian," Sarah said, almost in a whisper. "You are touching me in a way that I am still not used to. I will try to do my best for you. But I'm not lesbian."