Preface to Part Ten
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This part is a bit on the short side.
As I mentioned in the preface to part six, I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I broke the story up into parts. To make the parts of reasonable size but still keep topics together, some of those parts come out kind of short and others pretty long. This part, part ten, is around 2,700 words. Part eleven will be around 9,600. Hopefully this part will be a nice teaser and part eleven worth the wait.
Again, thanks everyone for reading, voting, commenting and giving me feedback.
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Thursday, February 16, 2012, Ginny makes a mistake
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In the six weeks following new years, things went on much as they had before. Except that Betty was now, occasionally, part of our household. She had slept over several times, usually in Katy's room, while I slept alone. This wasn't any hardship. I slept alone, on average, five nights a week anyway. I continued to take care of Katy, as her submissive role. But Betty only occasionally. And then, only because Katy asked or told me to.
A few times, all three of us, had sex and sleep together in my room a few times. A couple of times they slept with me, just sleeping. Again, nothing unusual about that either. Katy, sometimes, also just slept with me only to sleep.
One night, Betty had come over to meet Katy for a night out. Katy called to cancel. She was having trouble at work. Betty and I went out instead. We got home after nine and Katy still wasn't there. So we'd talked for a while, had some wine, then spent the rest of the evening in my bed having sex, pillow talking and, eventually, sleeping.
Katy climbed in with us an hour or so before dawn. She'd left her car in the driveway rather than wake us with the sound of the overhead garage door opening and closing. We woke enough to give her a hug and put her between us in bed.
She sniffed us and the bed and said, "It smells like I missed a great time."
We giggled over that then Betty and I cuddled Katy between us and we all went to sleep.
Through all these weeks I'd been trying to talk myself into telling Katy about Ginny. Effectively, this meant telling Betty too, since Katy had told me they didn't keep secrets. I'm sure that was good for their relationship, but I'd have liked, this once, to tell Katy something and have it stay between us. But I was honest enough with myself to know that even that wouldn't have made it much easier to tell.
We'd also never discussed that "good girl" comment on Christmas day. I could have brought it up, but she'd seemed uncomfortable about it so I didn't. It was to turn out that I should have. It would have saved us a lot of time. But, as things often do, it all worked out anyway.
The problem of telling Katy about Ginny solved itself. I called the process of becoming Ginny, "letting her out." I'd been doing it every couple of weeks for some time. More often if I was stressed by something. And Katy's' schedule was quite predictable, so doing it during the day was pretty safe. But she did, rarely, come home during the day.
The problem with this, for me, was that if she was going back out, she didn't put her car in the garage, so I didn't have the noise of the overhead door opening to warn me. I didn't know she was coming until she was unlocking the front door. You could see almost all of the living room the moment you opened the front door. And Ginny liked to play in the living room.
In all our time together Katy had only come home while I was Ginny twice. The first time, before we went clothing optional, had been a panic for me. I'd had too many toys out to just grab them and run, so I'd jammed them under the couch and run upstairs to remove the tail and collar, got dressed come back downstairs shortly and talked with her while she ate lunch in the kitchen.
The second time was simpler. Since that panic, I'd made it a point to only bring two toys down to the living room. And we'd gone clothing optional at that point, so all I had to do was pick up my toys, go to the downstairs laundry/bathroom hide everything in the bottom of the clothes hamper, and return to the living room.
Because of this, I had developed something of a false sense of confidence that I wouldn't get caught. And I didn't, quite. When we talked about this later, Katy thought that Ginny had wanted to reveal herself. Two reasons. First, I didn't remember that Katy had told me the night before that she'd be home around noon today. She needed to do some remote testing for her job. Second, I didn't use my usual precautions. Most importantly, keeping the toys in easily reach in case I had to run.
I was laying on the living room rug playing with my squeaky toy. I tossed it with my mouth, and it slipped and went under the couch. Rather than retrieve it, which was my policy to keep from getting caught, I switched to the tennis ball and batted it with my paw. It went down the hall so I ran to it, pounced on it, and lay there chewing it.
I could see the squeaky toy under the edge of the couch. But rather than go get it to keep it close, I continued laying in the hall chewing on the tennis ball. When I heard the front door unlock. I jumped up on two feet, grabbed the ball, and took a step towards the living room. I heard the door open and knew I'd never make it. I ducked into the laundry, removed the collar and tail and hid them with the ball in the bottom of the hamper. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the other toy before I had a chance to grab it or kick it under the couch.
I walked into the living room to find Katy sitting on the couch with her briefcase open on the coffee table. She was setting up her laptop. I was nude, of course, and since she'd just come in she was still dressed, except that she'd taken off her sneakers. They were beside the coffee table. The toy was only just under the couch. Her left foot was just inches away from it. I could almost smell the disaster coming at me.
Katy looked up. "Good afternoon, V. Make us some lunch, please." She looked back at her laptop. I found that I was feeling even more in my submissive mind set than usual.
I asked, "What would you like, ma'am?"
She smiled at "ma'am" and said, "Tomato soup would be lovely, if we have any."
I said, "Yes, ma'am, we do," and went into the kitchen to prepare it. I brought it back out shortly and set it down near her, but out of the way of the papers she was looking at while working.
She looked up and said, "Shorts and a t-shirt, baby, then open the curtains on the picture window."
