The return from the West Coast trip marked a turning point for Jen. Her relationship with Wendy had changed, and the change was permanent.
Firstly, on a professional level, the two women had built up a close working partnership. Jen was learning to anticipate Wendy's needs and was rapidly becoming her right hand, her indispensable aide. And it wasn't just the work they had done together whilst they were out there; on their return there was plenty of paperwork to catch up on; not just that generated by the trip itself, but also things that had been left whilst they were away. As the two women toiled away in the office, Wendy was increasingly asking Jen's opinion and using her as a sounding board.
This change in status had also been noticed by the rest of the staff and suddenly Jen was in demand elsewhere. Her name had appeared 'magically' on several distribution lists and she was getting invited to more and more highlevel meetings. She was still seen very much as Wendy's PA, rather than any sort of partner; but it was known that she had the ear of the boss and that moved her several rungs up the pecking order. It made her smile the way some people who wouldn't have given her the time of day six months ago were now fawning all over her and claiming to be her oldest friend.
Far more significant, and, in some ways, far more dramatic, was the change in their relationship outside of the office. Sure, the main trappings were still there; Jen still had to remain naked whenever she was in the house, her every minute was still under Wendy's direct control and she still had no personal freedom. But she was spending far more time with Wendy and getting far more respect from her. One huge change was that they had started eating their evening meal together. At first this was because Wendy would bring work home and they would discuss details as they ate but, as things settled down, it became the norm. After the meal they would retire to the lounge and relax together.
Whilst there were plenty of evenings when Wendy would play with Jen, teasing her, making her perform or simply using her for her own satisfaction, more and more they would just unwind together, spending the evening in quiet companionship, Wendy full length on the sofa with Jen kneeling by her side.
And this led to the biggest change of all. One evening they had been chilling out in the lounge. Wendy had told Jen to wear her tail and they were idly playing 'fetch' with a rubber ball; Jen was getting to know this game well, she had to act the eager puppy, to fetch the ball in her mouth and, on returning, to beg in front of her Mistress to be allowed another go. Her tail fitted easier nowadays but, as she scampered around the floor chasing the ball, it still felt very big inside her and this was very much part of the game. Was it this, or a desire to please Wendy or something else entirely which was making her relish this game, to find that it turned her on? Wendy certainly seemed to enjoy it. Jen was kneeling beside the sofa, the ball in her mouth and her 'paws' crossed in front of her in the classic begging pose when Wendy looked down at her with a strange look in her eyes.
"Come with me, little piglet puppy; I have a treat for you tonight." Wendy stood up and walked towards the door. Jen scampered after her, still on all fours, still with the ball in her mouth. A short walk took them upstairs to what was obviously Wendy's bedroom which, large as it was, was dominated by an enormous bed with the sheets turned back ready for use. Jen glanced around looking for the dog basket but there was none.
"Go and get yourself ready." Wendy indicated a door which led to an en-suite. "And be quick about it. I don't want to be kept waiting."
As Jen went to the en-suite Wendy crossed the room to another door. It said much about the luxury of the mansion that it had his and hers en-suites, or should that be hers and hers? Jen was only slightly surprised to find a toothbrush and toothpaste like the brand she used already waiting for her along with all the other requisites; the en-suite had been prepared for her and this was not an unexpected visit. She did her ablutions as quickly as possible all the while debating whether to remove the tail. In the end she plumped for leaving it in. When she had finished she returned to the bedroom only to find it empty. She certainly wasn't getting in to the bed without permission so she knelt beside it and waited.
It was only a few minutes later that Wendy returned, still managing to look imperious even though she was now naked. She slipped into the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Come here, puppy. Come and show your Mistress how much you love her, show me how you worship me," Wendy purred.
Jen got into the bed beside her, keen to show what she could do. Aware that this was a first, that another barrier between them was in the process of falling, Jen was anxious to ensure that she did not let Wendy down, that Wendy's trust in taking her to her bedroom, letting her in to her inner sanctum, would be repaid by her faithful servant. But Jen wasn't just aware of a change in the Mistress/subservient relationship, this was a major change in the relationship between the two women; a step on the road that was taking her from plaything to lover, a process that she so desired that she threw herself heart and soul into her role and when, some time later, a fully satisfied Wendy lay beside her, she felt the satisfaction not just of a job well done but also that which comes from having done something to please your lover.
"Well, little piglet, you have done well. Is it your turn to come now?" Wendy asked, teasingly as she rolled over towards Jen and her hand slipped between her thighs.
"I wouldn't presume, Mistress." Jen replied.
"You wouldn't presume," Wendy echoed. "What an obedient little piglet you've become. When I think of the angry little rebel you were just a few weeks ago; she would have presumed wouldn't she?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jen admitted. She was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. She had already been turned on and Wendy's busy fingers were working their magic.
"And are you grateful that I took you in hand? Are you grateful that I started training you? You were such a naughty little piglet; are you grateful that I'm taking care of you?
"Yes, Mistress, I am," Jen whispered.
"And do you love your Mistress?" Wendy's fingers were working away feverishly.
"Yes, yes, I love you, Mistress," Jen admitted.
"Of course you do," Wendy replied and kissed Jen long, hard and passionately as she climaxed, the admission of love tipping her over the edge.
In the small hours of the night Jen rolled over, needing the toilet. She had no idea what time it was but the first hint of dawn was apparent through the uncurtained windows and the room was bathed in a pale light. She slipped out of bed and went to the en-suite, keeping as quiet as possible. On her return she couldn't help but go over to the windows, looking out over the extensive grounds just visible in the early morning light. She was still surprised not to have been dismissed when Wendy had finished with her, to have been allowed to share Wendy's bed. It was strange not having to sleep in her room, her tiny cell deep in the cellars; how much better was this, being able to look out, to have wide vistas, to have room to stretch. However, it was too good to risk and she slipped back into bed before Wendy woke.
From that point on it became the norm for Jen to sleep with Wendy. Admittedly it was not long before a dog basket appeared and, from time to time, Jen was relegated to sleeping there but that was still a massive advance on before. Jen, now an expert on anticipating Wendy's moods, would often head for the basket without being told and this would do much to mitigate the circumstances; not that it made that much difference to how hard Wendy would apply the paddle when the time came. If anything their new relationship meant that Jen was getting more punishment, not less.
It was a Sunday morning and Wendy sent Jen to have her shower whilst she remained in bed finishing off her breakfast. On her return Jen was told to stand next to the bed with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her back. Wendy reached for the rings embedded in Jen's labia and gave them her usual thorough inspection. This time, however, she was far more robust, tugging and turning them, stretching the skin, testing the punctures. Evidentially she was satisfied with the results.
"Well, piglet, it's been a long wait but it looks like you're ready. All nicely healed. I've got a special treat for you. There's a jewelry box on the dressing table. Fetch it here will you." Wendy pointed out the box and Jen went to get it.
Inside the box was a silver padlock, maybe two centimeters tall. Although it was mainly decorative it was obviously well made and completely functional. Wendy lifted it out of the box and showed it to Jen.
