This is a very short chapter, but it did not fit with the previous chapter nor with the next.
This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters.
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Around the middle of July things started to get weird at Pond Cove. You may be wondering what I consider weird since I have been telling how I and three other submissives have been running around naked obeying our Mistresses all summer, but this is different. Something weird was happening with the Mistresses.
It has to do with power... or authority... or assertiveness or something. Before this summer, I didn't know I was a submissive. And over the weeks, I've figured out that I am less assertive- or maybe I should say more submissive- than holly or puddy tat or cheryl... especially cheryl. She scares me sometimes. There are times that her dark eyes look like they are boring right through me. It's pretty obvious that she is the head slave- or whatever- when the Mistresses aren't around. Then it is puddy tat and then holly and then me. I knew right away that there was a definite pecking order to us slaves. But I hadn't realized that Masters and Mistresses also had an order of authority or power.
I realized pretty fast that Mistress Sam seemed to be physically the most powerful of the three Mistresses. One look at her bulging muscles told me that. She could probably hold her own against most men in a knock-down, drag-out fight. But despite that, Mistress Gloria somehow usually gets her way. She will say things in that certain way and what she said is what always gets done. Once Mistress Tracy suggested something really stupid and Mistress Gloria just looked at her hard like a momma looking at a misbehaving child. She didn't say anything, but Mistress Tracy suddenly stepped back and apologized.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Gloria," she said in almost a quaking voice, "that was totally stupid of me. Please forgive me."
For a minute I thought that she was going to drop to her knees, but Mistress Gloria just shook her head slightly and said, "Forget about it, Tracy." Then she added a little more firmly, "Just don't let it happen again."
That was in mid-June. It wasn't anything really major, but from that point on, it seemed like there was friction between the three Mistresses. Maybe there was before and I hadn't noticed it, but something was wrong. Nothing specific was said, but it was there under everything. I think Master Jeremy and slave kristi coming into the cove for the Fourth of July aggravated things. Mistress Tracy seemed really bitchy for several days after Master Jeremy left. Then about two weeks later, the three Mistresses got into a really loud argument at breakfast.
I don't know what the original argument was all about. We couldn't hear that over in the kitchen. But it got really loud when things exploded. "I think we need to clarify who is in charge here," Mistress Tracy said, slamming her fork down on her plate. "You two treat me like I'm one of your slaves," she almost screamed. Then she stood up next to the table, put her fists on her hips and said, "I demand a reckoning."
"What do you suggest," Mistress Gloria said calmly, "dueling pistols at forty paces?"
She was smiling, but no one laughed at her suggestion. We slaves sort of crouched down and hid in the kitchen waiting to see what would happen.
"I am willing to acknowledge Mistress Gloria as our leader," Mistress Sam said calmly.
"I'm not!" Mistress Tracy yelled, stomping her foot for emphasis.
Slave cheryl stepped out of the kitchen slightly and bowed her head. Slave cheryl had changed a lot since the Fourth of July also. Actually she had changed a lot since she lost our little contest and all of her body hair. She was... different. She was still acting very submissive to Mistress Sam, but the way she carried her body and the way she walked and talked was just... different. Maybe it was because when the hair on her head began to grow back in it was in tight curls. I hadn't thought anything about it, but she was a black woman with very straight hair. Evidently the tight curls were what her hair should naturally be. There was now just enough hair on her head to make a tight skull cap of curly black hair.
"May I speak?" she asked softly.
"Why not?" Mistress Sam said. Mistress Gloria nodded her head. Mistress Tracy just stood there glaring with her hands on her hips.
"If you are seeking a physical challenge," cheryl said, "you have already tested a course with us. The target portion could remain the same, but perhaps you would want to swim or run farther because you are better than us humble slaves." She bowed slightly and then added, "You can add other things to the course, but it would be a proven way to test your physical strengths."
"Great suggestion," Mistress Sam said. Then turning to Mistress Tracy she asked, "What do you think?"
"I think I would stomp both your asses," Mistress Tracy said angrily.
"Ahh," said Mistress Gloria, "but like before, there is the matter of incentive."
"The slaves raced for their hair," said Mistress Tracy. "It could be the same incentive."
"That is a dangerous thing to say," replied Mistress Sam. "A Mistress without her hair could easily be mistaken for a slave."
"Then don't lose," Mistress Tracy said bitterly, putting her face only inches from Mistress Sam's.
"OK," Mistress Sam said, standing up and facing us three who were still cowering in the kitchen. "This is what will happen. Cheryl and puddy tat get out the arrows and set up the targets. Weird worm and holly tow the kayaks and swim float out to the middle of the lake near the outer barrier. That just about doubles the swimming and the paddling. Then we race just like they did. First one back is head Mistress. Last one back loses her hair... ALL of her hair."
She looked over at Mistress Tracy and asked, "Do you think that will settle this for you?"
"Damned straight!" Mistress Tracy spat out.
"Then let's do this," Mistress Gloria said. She pointed at puddy tat and said, "Go get our swim suits."
"They did it naked," Mistress Tracy said almost angrily. "We do it naked. Then the loser is ready to be sheared."
"O... K..." Mistress Gloria said. "Puddy tat and cheryl," she ordered, "set up the targets." Then she looked at me and holly and said, "You two get the kayaks and the float out on the water."
Holly and I ran out to the small dock and slid three kayaks into the water. Then we started pulling them toward the swim float which was anchored a short distance off shore. Once we got there, we pulled up the three anchors and used two of the kayaks to very slowly tow the float toward the seaward end of the cove. Luckily there was no wind or the two of us wouldn't have been able to move it. Both holly and I were all sweaty by the time we got it in place.
Holly stood on the swim platform and yelled, "Ready!" back to the Mistresses.
"Come back here," Mistress Gloria ordered and we both dove into the water and started swimming back.
When we got there, the three Mistresses were standing naked on the beach with bows in hand. I noticed that the targets were set up almost twice as far away as they had been when we raced. Mistress Gloria looked around and said, "Maybe we should have had puddy tat bring one of the guns out so she could fire off a shot to start us."
"Taken care of," cheryl said with a smile and held up a leather paddle.
She took holly by the hand and led her a little ways behind the three Mistresses. She pushed slightly on holly's shoulders so that she would bend over and said, "I don't think holly will mind being our starter pistol, will you, holly?"
Holly just smiled at her and bent farther over.
"Is everyone ready?" cheryl asked.
When all three Mistresses nodded and turned to face the targets, cheryl pulled the paddle back as far as she could and then slammed it into holly's ass. The sharp crack did sound very much like a starter pistol signaling the start of a race.
There were two almost simultaneous loud thunks as two arrows landed in the bullseyes of two of the targets. Mistress Sam and Mistress Gloria immediately began dashing for the water. Mistress Tracy swore loudly and pulled another arrow from the sand. She fired rapidly, but ended up in the blue ring around the bullseye. More swearing accompanied her next shot, which was also in the blue and then she ran after the other two Mistresses.
Mistress Tracy was a much better swimmer than either Mistress Sam or Mistress Gloria, but both had a huge lead over her. The two Mistresses had already started paddling for the north cabin by the time she had reached the raft. We could hear her grunting as she started paddling strongly trying to catch up with them.
We couldn't really see the docks at the north cabin, but we did hear three loud bangs as the kayaks were ramped up onto the dock for fast exits. The three bangs were only seconds apart, so evidently Mistress Tracy had almost caught up with the others by the time they crossed the cove.
Puddy tat had gone back into the cabin and brought out a yellow rope. She and holly were standing about five feet apart, holding it up like the finish line on a big race. Cheryl was standing near a small table she had brought out and set near the finish line. On the table were the hair clippers, two bowls of water, a can of shaving cream, and several razors. Since I didn't really have anything to do, I was just standing back out of the way.
