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I don't think I felt normal again until after Anne's emancipation. We stayed up at the condo the entire time, and my sister slowly got more comfortable with me caring for her daughter. I cried a lot, and cleaned to keep my mind off things. I didn't get to see the emancipation itself, as my master's grandparents had put me to work as a server, but I watched the party.

About three weeks after that, with the Condo's air conditioning went out. We lasted two days before Master finally had a desire for a change of scenery from the penthouse's guest rooms we'd been stuck in. The air conditioning was also out in the penthouse today, but at least there were higher ceilings, fans and a cross breeze making it better.

"Hey, Rebecca," He said, as he looked up from his phone as he laid on the couch in nothing more than an undershirt and a pair of shorts. "My grandmother in Boca wants me to come and visit, and I can bring guests. Do you want to go to the other coast for a few days while we wait for the air conditioner to get fixed?"

"The Governor, Grandma Ariel, or your other grandma?" She said taking a break from trying to teach Cassia, the four year old who lived with her mother in the penthouse, Mah Jongg and failing miserably. "I'd love to visit Mrs. Petersen."

"Other grandma, my dad's mom." Master replied as he sat up. "We'd drive over, stay at her place and have the run of the resort. Including the waterpark."

"That's a long drive," Honesty noted absentmindedly from the mah jongg table.

"Which is why you'll drive as well," Rebecca said. "We're going, and you're bringing a swimsuit."

"Master, what's a waterpark?" I said from my spot on the much cooler floor, unsure of what he was referring to.

"It's a park with a handful of pools with some waterslides and activities," he replied, "the resort has two, and I've never been to the adult one."

"Master, could I go? That sounds fun." I asked as I looked over at him.

"I'm not going to leave you here for the week to fester, so you were coming anyway," Master said. "I'll call and get a car, you three need to go pack. Marie, you need to pack your cocktail dress and a swimsuit plus whatever casual stuff and underwear you want, we'll get everything else there. I'll pack my own bag tonight."

"Cocktail dress?" Rebecca asked as she stood up from the table.

"Yeah, a couple of the restaurants have a dress code, so you should bring some evening and garden party outfits." Master replied absentmindedly. "Honesty can probably get away with capris and a blazer for it."

"Oh," Rebecca said.

"If it's too much of a hassle we can just get stuff there," Master continued. "Also, do you think you'll bring enough luggage that I should ask for a wagon, or would a sedan do?"

"We can probably get away with a suitcase each," Rebecca said.

"Sedan it is then," Master said, before sending a text.

I didn't really sleep well that night, not that I often did, but this time snuggling up close to Master or Honesty didn't help. I was just too excited. Early the next morning, I stood there bleary-eyed as Master drove up in the largest car I'd ever seen, which was blue with a bright white roof and a shiny black grille.

"Steven," Rebecca asked. "Why are you driving a Red Star?"

"The governor likes them, so if we get a rental car it's usually one of them. I said I needed something that could take luggage for four, and this is what the agent dropped off." Master said. "Also, it has heated back seats, which I did remember to ask for."

Rebecca squealed and dove in while Honesty and I went to load the bags in the trunk. I then had to ride behind Honesty, who put the front seat all the way back, so it was kinda tight. I'd sat in much worse, and the heated seat was quite nice. By the time the car got out on the open road, I was confident I wasn't going to get sick the entire ride so I tried to read on my tablet. I was trying to read a comic about a raccoon trying to be a stand up comedian, and it was funny but, I still ended up falling asleep against the window, and only woke up once we were actually in Boca.

Boca Raton looked like every town I'd been in or passed through on the other coast. A parade of pastel and white or glass buildings, with different sorts of decorations along either side of the road, with some parks, billboards or a tram stop here or there. It was like a seedier but richer looking Tampa, what with the The hotel wasn't much different at first, a tall white stucco building with a courtyard in the middle that Master drove into, and then around the loop to where we got dropped and a valet took the car. The interior had wood floors that reminded me of the house or the governor's mansion Anne's party had been in, although the painted decorations and roof beams were gaudier and looked harder to clean than anything we had at home or in the condo.

Master barely seemed to notice anything about it, looking for someone in specific, while Rebecca and Honesty just looked everywhere left and right taking everything in.

Finally, Master found who he was looking for and waved at the second tallest woman I'd ever seen. She was tanned, bleach-blonde and in a comfortable looking dress and jacket.

Said woman's face lit up and she walked over to us.

"Rebecca, Honesty, Marie, this is Lycian, my cousin." Master said, as she curtsied, and we responded. "Lycian, this is my girlfriend Rebecca, her Maid Honesty, and then my girl Marie."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lycian said. "Grandma's busy with some supplier issues, so I'll help you get up to the room and show you everything."

"Thanks Ly," Master said, as we started following her and Honesty started pushing the luggage cart again.

"So you know the rules, but I'll explain them for your guests." Lycian said as we followed her through the hallways bustling with people. "Grandma will comp your meals and everything but gambling, and you can have room service deliver food, but don't have anyone sent up to her suite. Don't ask about slots, and don't charge anything from the casino to the room aside from food and drink. Only the adult section is clothing optional, but you still need to wear a playband, and the room key can clip to that. Also, the child you brought with you can't go in there. She's too young."

"Marie's twenty." Master interjected as we entered an elevator.

"Okay, then she can." Lycian continued as she hit a button for the floor. "Flash too much at the family waterpark and you will be ejected from it and exiled to the adult one. Don't follow the rules there, and even you can get ejected like Connie did. Otherwise follow the listed dress codes for the restaurants and activities, and try not to stare at people here. Pretty much everyone comes here to be a freak and we don't need them thinking you're judging them for it."

"Understandable." Rebecca replied.

"Also those two," Lycian said, as she gestured at Honesty and I, "need to wear collars at all times, and have to wear waterproof ones in the waterparks and pool areas. If you're putting them in any sort of erotic outfit or playing with vibrators it also needs to stay in the adult section, but you can't just fuck on the floor there. This is Boca, we're too classy for that."

Honesty snorted while trying to hold back a laugh. Rebecca just rolled her eyes, and I felt like I needed to have the joke explained to me, but didn't want to ask.

"Grandma's townhouse isn't in the adult section, so wear a coverup and bring a bag for your outfit if you're heading down there from the room." Lycian continued. "Actually, Steven, have you ever been in there?"

"No, Grandma just kept us in the family section or back of house, and I haven't been back since last summer." Master replied as the elevator dinged, and we stepped out.

"Then you're in for a treat. Also a bunch of hairy old guys and swingers. But mostly a treat." Lycian said, as she opened the door to a room. "Connie loved it."

Master's grandmother had a nice apartment in the hotel, with the same wooden floors we had seen in the lobby, and a wall of windows overlooking the lake. The furniture was nice and comfortable, and the biggest change I'd noticed from the rest of the hotel was that the walls were covered in framed pictures. I looked at a few of them and in most of them I saw Master, his father, or other family members including Constance, Anne and Lycian doing things.

"Steven, when you said we were visiting your grandmother, this is not what I was expecting." Rebecca said. "I expected something sexier I guess. Not this."

"Why would it be sexy?" Master replied, as he started rolling suitcases towards a bedroom. "Grandma leaves that at work. She comes here to relax and play puzzle games."

The bedroom was very nice. There weren't as many family photos, the television was massive, the bed bigger, and we had a lot of wardrobe space. And that was just the bedroom itself, nevermind the little sitting area with a couch, table and a couple chairs that also had a massive television, and a bathroom that had a giant tub almost as big as Constance's.

So, while Rebecca and Master had the run of the place, and talked with Lycian, we had to unpack everything for the next few days. Honesty did the wardrobes, and I put out our toiletries in the bathroom. Separating out by pairs, with Rebecca and Honesty on one side and master and I on the other, because both of us used the same toothpaste and kinds of dental floss as our owners, and the sinks were too close together to have all that plus our cosmetics in the middle. When we were done, we went out to the main room, where the three of them were waiting for us.

"So," Rebecca said, "Wardrobe rules for the next few days. Honesty, you're wearing the micro bikini we bought Wednesday or one of the ones with a plug. You can wear your nice trunks and a blouse on top of it as a cover up, but you're also wearing at least one toy all weekend. Marie, swimsuit and a Pareo, maybe with a toy underneath, that's it. If we go somewhere fancier than that you get to dress nicer."

I shrugged as Honesty glared at her mistress. "Yes ma'am."

"Mistress, what are you going to be wearing?" Honesty asked in a slightly more commanding tone than I think she intended to slip out. It probably wasn't intended to come across as 'You're also dressing like this or I'm not giving you what you want.' but it definitely was.

"I'm putting on my bikini." Rebecca said, as she blushed a bit. "You know, that one. And a sundress, but that bikini."

"The one that made your mother cry when she found it?" Honesty asked.

Rebecca nodded.

Now Master was interested in what was going on, and Lycian was looking back and forth between them.

"Anything else Mistress?" Honesty asked, almost smirking. "After all, you did come to an infamous resort with your boyfriend."

"I'll also be wearing something under it." Rebecca said. "I don't know what, but I will."

"Oh, Grandma's gonna love these two." Lycian said while laughing. "Where did you find them?"

"A furniture store, would you believe it? They were buying sheets and knew Jimmy of all people." Master replied. "So we went home, and I christened my new bed with the three of them."

"So now you're like dad." Lycian replied. "I was wondering when you'd come out of your shell."

"Like dad?" Rebecca asked. "You said you were cousins."

"That's not really important. My mom was his father's childhood friend, and later Grandma's protege," Lycian said. "so we're cousins."

"Why don't you three go get dressed and then we can go to lunch?" Master said, changing the subject.

"There's a really nice lunch spot by the adult waterpark that you should visit. It'd help you get a feel for things." Lycian added. "I have to get back to work, but I think Grandma might try and join you."

That was apparently enough to distract Rebecca, who just dragged us in the bedroom, stripped down, and started changing as we just tried to keep up. I put on my nicer high-waist bandeau bikini with the polka dots because I figured nobody else in the restaurant would want to see the tattoos on my hip, and tied my very sheer floral printed pareo around my waist. Rebecca put on a bikini top which was white with frills that were the shade of blue she always wore, and a matching frilled bottom that wasn't that revealing until you looked at her butt. Apparently a pretty normal thong was enough to make Mrs. Braun cry. I don't think the panty vibrator she wore underneath would help. Her blue sundress was also uncharacteristically short for something Rebecca would wear, only really reaching to mid thigh instead of her usual calf- or knee-length skirts and pants. A scandalous outfit for a scandalous resort I guess.

Meanwhile, Honesty was stuck in what looked like a dark red sports bra and a very small string bottom that was held in place by a butt plug. Aside from the bottom being held in by a plug, it was the most practical suit any of us wore. Apparently she wasn't that ready to ruin her memories of the pink suit I had just bought her, and I didn't blame her. Over that went a pair of black skin tight trunks that I hadn't seen before, and a white button down blouse. If I didn't know what was under it, I would've thought it the most normal outfit I had seen her in.

Rebecca made me put a couple toys in a discrete bag to go inside a beach bag, and some other accessories, like sunscreen, sunglasses and my glasses case in with it. With the three of us dressed, we reentered the main room, and found Master still dressed as we had left him.

Rebecca gave him a look.

"What? I was already dressed for here. I just wore my squarelegs under my shorts." He replied. "Anyway, where we're going is the DiLido House."

The walk there and Master and Rebecca's conversation was frankly unexciting until we passed through a pair of doors with elaborate etching on them. Then everything came out, but the other guests still had some sort of poise despite the sheer number of cupless bras and butt plug tails I saw in the hallways and then the walking path to the restaurant, plus all the signs for something called the Eros Forum, directing people to different conference rooms for meetings and breakout sessions. It wasn't that everyone here was naked or scantily-clad, honestly it probably wasn't even half. But the mesh swimsuits on men and women, crop tops and extremely short skirts definitely drew my attention, to the point I walked into a sign at one point.

The DiLido itself would've been pretty unremarkable aside from the people in it. The decorations on the wall were white or wood here, instead of painted all different colors like the lobby, the wooden chairs had blue and white striped fabric on them, and the spaces in between the beams on the roof were filled in with metal tiles instead of painted stucco. It looked like every other nice restaurant I'd ever been in that didn't have a mechanical goose, just with a bit more attention to detail. Our booth had space for six, and was in a corner next to a bunch of windows overlooking the lake, so we only had two other tables and some plants for company.

The people in the room however, would not have fit in in those restaurants. One table next to us had a woman in a linen suit having drinks with a woman the same age in a cupless bikini and cat ears, a distractingly muscled man with a well trimmed beard in briefs and an open shirt, and someone wearing a sundress and a choker, while trading stories and talking about Q-three projections. Occasionally one or two of them would jab accusatory fingers at each other and then start laughing.

The other table had a completely naked woman, a hairy and balding man in an open shirt and gold chain, a woman the same age as the man in a normal looking bikini and pareo, and, judging by their body language, a boy who couldn't have been older than me in a bikini top that looked like Rebecca's and a short skirt. The Boy was also the only one embarrassed to be there, with eyes darting around and looked uncomfortable, but also trying to power through it, even as someone else was clearly feeling him up under the table. The girl looked relatively assured, although she didn't seem to know the older couple too well, and was probably used to this. The couple, and I assumed they were married, were chatting excitedly and holding hands occasionally, as the girl tried to put a damper on their expectations.

Finally, there was a green haired woman staring at us from the bar in between checking her bag and drinking some sort of cocktail. She turned away the second I locked eyes with her, but everyone else here who was staring was looking at some pervert's outfit, and not people as modestly dressed as us.

Master's grandmother showed up shortly after we did, and we had barely any time to just look at the menus. I ended up sitting at one end of the table, with Rebecca next to her, and then clockwise, Master, Myself and finally Honesty at the end. Grandma Anne had the same skin tone as Master's father, but was a bit leathery from age, with unnaturally white hair.

"So, did Lycianthes give you two the rundown?" Grandma Anne asked, as she sat at the table, and handed Honesty and I butterscotches from the pocket of her pantsuit.

"Yes." Steven replied, as he looked at Rebecca. "And I think we're going to the waterpark after lunch."

Rebecca nodded. "Thank you for inviting me over." She said, "I've never been here before, so I think we're probably going to just go to the waterpark today, and then we'll probably do some other things tonight."

Grandma Anne nodded. "If you want one of the girls to accompany you, there's some of Steven's old friends who would probably enjoy it."

I felt myself blanch at that, and Rebecca gave me a sympathetic look.

"Maybe I could catch up with some of the girls later, but I'm just sticking to us for now." Master replied.

Grandma Anne nodded, and right about then, our waitress came. She was dressed pretty normally, and almost felt completely out of place here. She also noticed who we were with, and I saw her nervously eyeing Grandma Anne the entire time we ordered.

Master had a steak, Rebecca had fish tacos, and Master's grandmother had snapper piccata, and all three of them were drinking. I only ordered a salad and water aside from the appetizers because I felt too nervous to really eat, and Honesty pushed things a lot by ordering a tenderloin and salad, with a lime phosphate to wash it down.

Grandma Anne thought that was funny. "So your toy is that modest?" She asked her grandson, before looking at me directly. "You don't need to worry about your figure that much. Especially if you're trying for kids. You should eat like your friend there. I don't want any of you feeling like you should skip a meal. Especially if my darling Stevie has half the stamina of his father."

Master's face went red as Rebecca started laughing nervously and Honesty held back a smirk.

"What. It's a good thing." Master's grandmother continued. "He never left any of my girls unsatisfied, and used to do a pretty good job of teaching them skills that weren't just makeup. Wonderful son, and I'm still disappointed your mother didn't let him have enough to keep him satisfied, although Kelly didn't seem to complain. If Stevie's like him, I'd be worried about what he'd do with only one or two of you."

"Grandma, we're in a restaurant." Master said, as he tried to hide his face.

"My restaurant, and it's during Eros Forum." She replied. "I can give your girlfriend all the advice I want about this."

"Rebecca and I actually haven't slept together." Master replied.

Grandma Anne's gaze then shot over to me. "Oh my god, you poor thing, are you alright?"

"I'm fine ma'am." I replied. "Master is actually very gentle and considerate."

"I wish he got a little rougher if anything." Honesty said under her breath.