You may enjoy this more if you first read the introductory chapter, "Dogging Natsumi".
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As Natsumi reached for the doorbell, the trembling of her fingers revealed just how nervous she was. Trying to calm herself she took a deep breath, swallowed dryly and closed her eyes. It took all her resolve to force herself to open her eyes and push the button, determined to overcome her fear. From behind the heavy door she could hear the bell ring and listened carefully for the sound of someone coming to answer her call.
As she waited, she silently hoped that no one would be home and she could retreat to her home and escape the unknown. That afternoon Professor Dale Hansen had called and rudely told her to be at this address at this time, but not given her a clue to what was to be expected. She knew better than to ask for more information, or—God forbid—to defy him. She had hurriedly showered, changed, called an Uber and now, a little less than two hours later, she stood breathlessly waiting for whatever was to come. She was aware of a tingling in her lower stomach, the familiar and uncontrollable sign of her sexual arousal that always accompanied an order from Dale.
Just as she decided that no one was going to open the door and she could safely leave, she heard the unmistakable sound of high heels approaching and the sliding of a safety chain. The door swung open to reveal an attractive woman who stood intently looking at her.
"I was told to come here," Natsumi stammered. "I hope this is the right place."
"I assume you are Natsumi, right?"
When Natsumi nodded her head, the woman continued.
"My friend Dale assured me that if he told you to come, even on such short notice, you would be here. I'm pleased to see that he was right. Come in."
Natsumi followed the woman into the house, admiring the view of her slender legs and firm backside as she walked in front of her. They silently walked down the hall and entered an inviting and comfortable living room.
"My name is Sylvia," the woman said as she sat down before a crackling fireplace.
"I'm going to have a little get-together tonight for a few intimate friends and the usual girl I have to help called to say she was too ill to come in."
Natsumi stood directly in front of Sylvia, nervously expecting to be invited to sit. Sylvia ignored her obvious nervousness and deliberately looked her up and down, staring so hard that Natsumi couldn't help but blush uncomfortably.
"Dale guaranteed me that you could be trusted to follow orders and maintain strictest confidence about my guests and whatever takes place here."
Sylvia looked directly into Natsumi's eyes, her face friendly but firm and demanding.
"Do you agree with what he told me?"
"Of course," Natsumi whispered softly. "I will do whatever you say. I am pleased that Professor Hansen spoke favorably of me even though I didn't know why he sent me here."
Sylvia continued to examine Natsumi carefully, her face not revealing anything about what she was thinking. She slowly crossed her legs and reached to the end table next to her and retrieved a small glass. She sipped her drink slowly, never taking her eyes off Natsumi. She seemed to be trying to come to a decision about whether she could trust Dale's assurance and recommendation.
"How well do you know Professor Hansen," she finally asked, "and how long have you known him?"
"He was my mentor when I first came here from Japan and during the three years of my graduate studies. I was fortunate that he has taken a special interest in making me feel at home in the U.S."
Sylvia smiled knowingly, enjoying Natsumi's obvious discomfort.
"From what I know of Dale and the way you're blushing, I imagine there's a whole lot more than just feeling at home, am I right?"
"Professor Hansen taught me to never discuss him," Natsumi stammered, "and to always follow orders."
"And do you?"
Natsumi could not look Sylvia in the eye. She knew she was blushing uncontrollably and that Sylvia obviously knew the answer without anything more being said.
Sylvia remained silent for what seemed like hours until Natsumi finally gathered enough courage to look up and meet her gaze.
"I asked you a question," Sylvia said firmly, "and I expect you to answer me."
Reluctantly, Natsumi nodded her head.
"Nodding is not enough—answer me—did he train you to always follow orders?"
Her voice barely audible and trembling with resignation, Natsumi took a deep breath and reluctantly answered.
"Yes, Madam."
"Good. You will help me tonight at my little party. Now let me show you around and what is expected of you."
Sylvia took her back to the entry-way and showed her the coat closet.
"You will greet my guests, hang their coats here and escort them into the living room. You will offer wine to everyone and serve Hors d'oeurves. You will be pleasant and always accommodating to their every wish, understood?"
Natsumi nodded demurely, confident that she could handle all the instructions.
"Some of my friends may be a little touchy-feely with you and you will graciously allow them their little pleasures, do you understand that, too?"
Natsumi swallowed and again nodded, not really sure what "little pleasures" might entail, but eager to please Sylvia.
"I'm going up to my room to shower and dress, you can look around the kitchen, see where the wine and food is stored and get a feel for the rest of the house. When you think you're familiar enough with everything to help me entertain, come to my room and I'll fill you in on what else you'll need to know.
Natsumi watched Sylvia as she turned to climb the stairs, admiring how attractive and shapely her legs and ass looked. She had always admired White women, secretly jealous of the way they so confidently carried themselves. She walked back to the kitchen and concentrated on learning as much as she could. She looked over her shoulder to be sure she was alone, then poured herself a glass of white wine and swallowed it nervously. She located the bathroom and quickly relieved herself, then checked her reflection in the mirror and rinsed her hands and face, satisfied that she looked okay even though she didn't have any makeup on. Her short black hair was styled to lay casually around her face, emphasizing her delicate Asian features.
Climbing the stairs, she found the door to Sylvia's bedroom standing completely open, offering a clear view of a nearly life-size, totally nude portrait of Sylvia. She hesitated a moment, unsure of entering a room with such a personal painting. She knocked lightly, waiting for permission to enter.
"Come in, Natsumi."
Sylvia was standing before her closet door, wrapped in a large bath towel and holding a little black jumper in her hand.
Natsumi stepped into the room and stood nervously, unable to keep her eyes off the painting while she waited for Sylvia to tell her what to do.
"I see you are looking at my portrait, Natsumi. I hope it doesn't shock you. My friend Peter painted it for me and I'm quite proud of it."
Natsumi dropped her eyes from the painting and turned to Sylvia, embarrassed to have been caught studying the portrait so intently.
"I want you to help me decide what I should wear tonight."
She pulled a long red halter style dress out and laid it on the bed. Holding the short black one up against her, she continued to model it before the large mirror then dropped it back on the bed and picked up the long, floor-length red one and repeated her examination before the mirror.
"So, what do you think, short and conservative or long and sexy?"
Surprised at having been asked such a question, Natsumi hesitated, then diplomatically responded.
"They are both very flattering, Madam," she whispered. "And both very sexy."
"I think I'll go with this red one," Sylvia finally decided. "I'm feeling a little frisky this evening and think it matches my mood."
She casually dropped her towel and stood momentarily naked before lifting the dress over her head and letting it slither down over her body to the floor. She casually walked next to Natsumi and turned, the entire back of the dress flaring open from her shoulders to the crack of her ass.
"Zip me up, will you?
Natsumi hesitated, shocked that Sylvia had made no effort to put anything on beneath it. As she fumbled with the long zipper, her fingers trembled as they touched Sylvia's back, raising tiny goose-flesh bumps all up her warm skin.
"Ohh, that feels good," Sylvia whispered. "Your fingers are cool, but you have a very nice touch."
She walked back to the mirror and preened before it, looking at herself critically. Turning back and forth, she seemed pleased how the silky material hugged her body and clung to her firm breasts.
"What do you think, Natsumi," Sylvia grinned. "Do you like it?"
