she awoke in her own room for the first time in several months. she hadn't even wanted the room, but They insisted she have a place all to herself. This room was the only place in the house without cameras and she was technically free from all orders inside it. The room had a small bed, a bookcase a computer and a phone, with it's own dedicated DSL line and it's own small bathroom. she could have used this room to break her order and give herself relief form the horrible wanting tension that had been growing since Mistress left, but she knew this was a test of her will to obey and she would not fail, but she had needed some relief for the constant bombardment of stimulation.
When she opened her door she found another small white box waiting for her. she picked the box up and carried it too the big bedroom. Normally she slept here, either between Master and Mistress or at the foot of Their bed, or occasionally in her little kitty bed in the corner when They wanted to be alone in the bed. she sat in her corner now and opened the box. In it was a black swimsuit with the top edges ornamented in imitation bullet casings. The top was a traditional triangle top and the bottoms were short shorts. she almost laughed with delight. Master had mentioned before that he thought she resembled Betty Page and this suite was an exact copy of the picture of Betty in the pool house. As she put the suite on she noticed the one alteration that Master had made to the design; a hole had been cut down the crotch, covered by a lose piece of fabric, hiding everything, yet leaving it essentially accessible. There was a note in the box that also told her to wear her sheer black shirt, black low heeled sandals and 50's style sunglasses.
Dressed, she headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast. When she got there Master was waiting for her. He was dressed casually, which was rare for Him, in black sort-a silk swimming trunks and a black tank top. It made Him look years younger and clashed with the serious look on His face, and the copy of the Wall Street Journal in His hand. His long light brown hair was pulled back in a neat tail at the nape of His neck, held today only by a black band instead of one of the silver ornaments he usually wore. His body seemed to ripple as He stood, He was only 5'10" but He was powerfully built.
"I'll get breakfast ready right away, Sir!" she said. He moved around to her and slid His hand up her back.
"Don't worry about it, we'll get something while we're out," He told her in her ear and clipped her 'normal people" leash onto her collar. Her daily wear collar was a simple slim black leather choker with Master and Mistress's symbols tooled on in it red, the leash was a long string of cut glass that looped around her neck like a necklace, so that it was symbolically there but wouldn't unduly alarm "normal" people. she knew that this collar meant they were going somewhere with a lot of people and a family atmosphere where symbols of her status would not be appreciated. His hand slid back down her back and over her ass, causing her to shiver.
"Wait for Me by the car." He sent her on her way with a sharp smack to her ass and His rich laughter. He disappeared back into the house and she went to wait next to the car in the back. she stood there in her waiting posture, legs wide apart, hands behind her back, in a stance very close to a parade rest. she wondered what He had planed today, obviously it involved swimming in public, but He had said that He planned to play with her... she felt a blush beginning as the realization hit her... whatever He was planning was probably public, and illegal.