She was very beautiful the first time I saw her. Flowing red hair like a river on fire and the body of an hour glass. At that moment I hated her guts. I had opened the door for her. She came in as if she was attending a dinner in her honor.
What she really was doing was crawling back to the Master. But I of course was allowed to say nothing of it. Not even before she got here. As I set the house up earlier that morning my Master had caught the scent of my anger some how. I was polishing the dinner silver when he called me into his study.
He was seated behind his large mahogany desk looking at me with disappointment written all over his face.
"Pet, please sit. We need to talk."
I sat in one of the two matching chairs in front of the desk. This surprised him because normally I would sit at his feet while we talked. But I was angry. At him, at her, and at myself. I shouldn't be jealous but I was. It wasn't fair. She had left. Abandoned my Master. And now she was begging for a moment with him.
"I can see your frustration written on your face pet. But you know that it is useless. You have nothing to be upset about. She is just coming for lunch."
I looked down at my hands and saw I was wringing the polishing rag tightly in my fists. I wanted to yell about it. But I would rather not face the punishment.
"Please speak freely. But remember your place."
I looked up and gave him a small smile. He was a very kind Master.
"I am very jealous Master. I understand that she is nothing to you anymore but the audacity of the women to think she can just come to this home and find a place at your table. It makes me furious."
Master smiled and patted his lap. I got up and went over to him. I sat down in his lap but instead of myself usual giddiness at being allowed to sit here I was sullen.
"Pet you must understand that if I was to refuse it would seem as though I was still angry for what she did. Although I am still hurt, I must forgive her before that anger bursts and I take it out on you or myself. You'd never want that, right?"
"No Master I would not."
Just as I finished the door bell rung. I got up and went to answer it. And there she was. I only knew her by her last name. I was to call her Ms. Patterson. She was about forty-five but was still very beautiful. It made my blood boil.
She didn't even thank me or look in my direction. She just tossed her coat and hot to me and continued into the house. My Master was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
"Ms. Patterson. Welcome. What a pleasure to see you after such a long time."
Her voice was deep and sultry another reason for me to hate her. She crooned like a 40s jazz singer. It was beautiful and infuriating. She kissed both of his cheeks in the European way. Even though Master told me she was from Arizona.
"James, darling. How delightful to see you. I see the house still looks beautiful. And you finally got a maid."
My cheeks burned I opened my mouth to say something when I felt Master's glare fall on me. He knew my tongue was sharp and that woman was close to bringing out the less tame side of me. She called him by his first name! I would never think to be so disrespectful. He was once her master too. And she should remember that.
Master led Ms. Patterson into the dining room where I had already laid the lunch out. Master's favorite finger sandwiches and lemonade. Later they would have tea and cake.
"How cute. That little thing of yours sure makes an adorable spread."
Another crack. 'That little thing'? I'd show her little I was when I shoved my foot so far up her ass my toes would be tickling the back of her throat! Master must have been reading my mind because he gave me another glare and I left to the kitchen to cut the cake.
After they had eaten Master and Ms. Patterson retired to the study. I sat in my room waiting for my Master to call me and escort Ms. Patterson to the door. But after an hour I got a little nervous. She was done there alone with him. And she did look rather alluring today. Whose to say she wouldn't try and seduce him.
I leapt up and ran down the stairs. I slowed myself slightly and stop in front of the door to catch my breath. I pressed my ear to the door and tried to hear what they were saying. Unfortunately the door wasn't all the way closed and my weight caused the door to open. I fell forward in front of my Master and Ms. Patterson. I had been caught.
Master got up and came to see if I was ok.
"You didn't hurt yourself did you? That carpet was wrinkled again wasn't it? I feel earlier today in the same spot at you."
He lifted me up and pushed a loose strand of hair back behind my ear. He smiled but in his eyes I could see a slight anger and maybe even excitement.
"My goodness James. You should really teach your help to be more careful. No one needs these types of people fall in where they are not wanted."
That was it. The last fucking straw. I was going to hurt this woman. But not before I gave her a piece of my mind. Somehow Master's hands were no longer on me. And I was in front of that witch.
"I am not the help. I am the Master's pet. Unlike some who can not see the honor it is to be so. You come to our home and disrespect a person who holds higher rank about you and the person that was trusted to look after them. You should be ashamed but I guess shame isn't big enough to fill your gaping slit, you redheaded Jezebel whore!"
"Diane! Kneel!"
Hearing my real name and my Master's enraged voice caused me to freeze and drop to my knees. My arms found their way clasped behind my back and my head was pointed down.
"How dare you disrespect my guest? I taught you far better than to act so shamefully. Now apologize to Ms. Patterson."
I bit my lip as I felt my eyes fill with tears. I had angered my Master. Foolish girl. Stupid girl. I deserve punishment. And I deserve this woman's derision.
"Please forgive me Ms. Patterson. I apologize."
"Hm. I am shocked that such a voice came from such a tiny little body. Your pet you said James? You must be losing your touch then. I thought you knew how to keep your dogs in line."
