I Inherited a Pet

This is an entry into the

"Pink Orchid 2025: Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica."

If you are familiar with my writing, you'll know that I love doing a deep-dive into the minds of many of my characters, and this is no exception. There is sexual activity depicted in this story, but it takes a while to get there. If you can be patient, I think you will be rewarded with a story that will leave you smiling.

The premise for this story was borrowed from a short porn clip. But while porn is good for titillation value, I knew there was a deeper story that needed to be told. This story is better than it would have been, thanks to the suggestions given to me by Literotica authors @Omenainen, who is also the creator of this event, and @elizaloo. I am indebted to their support!

It was Monday at 9:55 a.m. I had taken the day off as a postal worker for the United States Postal Service so that I could be at the offices of a lawyer I'd never met. I was here because this lawyer was about to reveal the contents of my mother's will. Because my mother and I had not had any contact with each other over the past five years, I was surprised that there was a reason for me to be here. But the lawyer had insisted that I attend, so here I was.

Right at 10:00 a.m., the phone on the receptionist's desk buzzed. She answered it, calmly saying, "Yes, she's here," and then put the phone down. Looking at me, she said, "Ms. Roberts, you may go in now."

I stood, brushed out imaginary wrinkles from my slacks, and approached as the receptionist opened the door. I stepped inside the private office of Amanda Rhodes, Attorney at Law. She directed me to sit in a chair in front of her desk. There was nobody else present - this meeting was to be between her and I.

She gave me time to get comfortable in the chair, but that wasn't going to happen. I really didn't want to be here, and I really didn't think there was anything that she was going to tell me that would make it worth my while. I was only here because she had practically insisted I be here. She didn't offer any clues as to why my presence was needed. I suppose a part of me might have been interested to see what my mother had to say about me in her will, but I didn't really think it would be anything positive.

Amanda Rhodes began. "Good morning, Ms. Roberts. Thank you for coming. Did you bring two forms of proper identification? It's not that we don't trust you. It's just that we need to make sure you are indeed Samantha Roberts that is mentioned in the will of Belinda Roberts."

My skin crawled as I heard my mother's name. I fished into my pocketbook and retrieved my social security card and my drivers' license. Ms. Rhodes took them and examined them against what I assumed was the will. Satisfied that I was indeed Samantha Roberts, she returned the cards to me.

As I put them back in my pocketbook, she began speaking. "As you know, we are here for the reading of the last will and testament of Belinda Anne Roberts, whom you know as your mother. We can do this in one of two ways, Ms. Roberts. You will be given a copy of the will before you leave today. If you would like, I can read it word for word out loud to you right now. Or to save time, I can explain what is in the contents of the will, and let you read it later. Which would be your preference?"

I knew the answer immediately - I wanted to be out of there and get on with my life. "Give me a copy and summarize it now, please."

"Very well, Ms. Roberts. As you know, your mother was killed in a traffic accident on March 24, 2024. As the sole apparent heir, you needed to be here for this reading of her will, especially considering that she has left something for you that will require your immediate attention."

I dreaded hearing that. It could not be something good. Our falling out had not been pretty at all, and over the past five years, neither of us had tried to repair the rift between us. So, hearing that she left me something requiring my immediate attention was not good news.

Ms. Rhodes continued. "Basically, her will boils down to this. Your mother had amassed a tidy little nest egg over the years. Her wishes are that all personal property worth any monetary value will be bequeathed to the Martin Training Academy in Chicago, Illinois. That will include her house and her car."

I had no idea what the Martin Training Academy was, or why she felt it necessary to leave money for them. It certainly wasn't something we had discussed.

"She has also directed that her clothing and other personal belongings be given to the charities of my choice. Our standard practice when we get a will with this stipulation is that we donate these to an organization such as Goodwill or the Salvation Army. Do you have a preference as to who receives her belongings?"

I could not have cared less who received her stuff. I was just glad I didn't have to deal with it. "I don't have a preference - I'll leave that up to you." It seemed simple, and it was looking like my time in this office was about to end without me ending up with something I did not want.

"Very good, Ms. Roberts. There is one more item, and then we will be done. I think I prefer to read this part instead of summarizing if you don't mind."

Ugh, that didn't sound good. I nodded to her, and she continued.

"To my daughter Samantha Anne Roberts, I leave my most prized possession, my pet. In addition, I leave funds available for Samantha Anne Roberts to maintain possession of my pet for a period of five years. If she chooses to forfeit the pet, the funds will go to the new owner."

I knew nothing about my mother having a pet. We'd certainly never had a pet when she was raising me, and I had no desire to have a pet now. Dogs were okay, but taking care of one wasn't easy, especially since I worked all day, and I was certain the Post Office frowned on its employees bringing dogs to work. And if it was a cat...well, let's just say that I don't understand why anyone would own a cat. I certainly didn't see any reason to.

But apparently I was going to own something. I looked up at Ms. Rhodes, who was awaiting me to acknowledge her before she proceeded.

"There's something else, Ms. Roberts. A codicil of the will is a hand-written letter she has written to you. I need you to read it now."

She handed me the letter. In handwriting I somewhat recognized, I began to read.

'Samantha, I know this is a shock to you, and it's something you didn't know about me. I also know that we have not spoken to each other in a couple of years

(the letter was obviously written about three years ago),

and you have no knowledge about this. I love my pet dearly. She has provided me with unlimited amounts of comfort and close attention since I acquired her, and if you'll give her a chance, I believe she will do the same for you. Please don't take her because of me. Take her because of her. Her name is Elise, but you can change it if you want, and she will be fine with her new name.'

I guess I was glad my mother had something to love, because I didn't think she loved me anymore. Part of me was dreading seeing what this pet was, but part of me was curious to see what could have gotten through my mother's hard exterior and actually meant something to her. It sounded like whatever it was, it was going to be mine.

I handed the letter back to Ms. Rhodes. She took it, and then said, "The expense of taking care of your new pet has already been arranged for five years, so you will bear no responsibility for the things she needs. Are you ready to meet your new pet?"

Grimly, I nodded.

"Very good." She pressed a button on her desk phone. "Janeen, please send in Ms. Roberts' pet."

I turned to the door and watched it open. I looked down to the ground, expecting to see either a dog or cat come walking through. I was not prepared for what I saw. It was a person, wearing women's flats, covering otherwise bare feet. My eyes moved up and saw a pair of legs in a skirt that stopped just above knee length. I continued looking up and found that the legs were attached to a woman that was probably a few years younger than me. She was what I would call very pretty, with long straight blonde hair that flowed well past her shoulders. I could see her green eyes as she looked at me, but it was her smile that set me back the most.

As I stared at this pretty young woman, I heard Ms. Rhodes say, "Samantha, this is Elise. She is your new pet."

******

It was silent in the car as we drove from the lawyer's office to my home. I had a two-bedroom townhouse in a suburb about 25 minutes from the city center. The weirdness of the situation was enhanced by the fact that it had started to rain. I was glad I was not on a delivery route in this weather. I could dress warm enough for cold and could even survive the hot humid days. But when you get wet, you stay wet for the entire day, and that's not a good feeling.

So far, that was the only redeeming part about my day to this point. I considered my passenger, young Elise, my mother's pet. I knew I could not be upset about the fact that my mother even had a pet, let alone a human one. I had no one to blame but myself for not knowing what was going on in her life. But as I thought back on my relationship with her, I wondered if there were things I had missed that might have clued me into this unexpected development.

I think our problems began all the way back to when I was in fifth grade. It was that point that I decided I was tired of wearing the frilly dresses with the cute hairstyles that seemed geared to make me look like a pretty young woman. I was much more comfortable as a tomboy, showing no interest in dressing up and being cute. It wasn't that I didn't like girls that were cute because I did. I just didn't want to be like them.

It had been a battle all throughout my middle and high school years. Mom begged me to soften up and show off my beauty, and I complained every time she laid out some cute little outfit for me to wear to school. Picture days were the worst - and the worst of them was when I was thirteen and had one of my friends sneak a white t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts into her backpack for me so I could change into them before my picture. My mom nearly passed out when she opened the packet three weeks later and found what I'd done.

That may have been the event that caused her to think that I was more stubborn than she was. Eventually Mom quit trying to make me be and dress like the little cute daughter she wanted, and while our relationship didn't ever really repair, at least the acrimony we felt for each other leveled out.

Looking back now and having a good idea what the purpose of her little pet now sitting next to me was, I wondered if she was doing all she could to make sure I wasn't a lesbian like she apparently was. I think that when it was time for her to discuss the 'birds and the bees' with me, we had already stopped communicating like a normal parent/child relationship. I guess she thought if she kept me a pretty little girl, I'd be appealing to boys and wouldn't have to struggle with being a lesbian in a still heterosexual-dominated world like she must have.

I never knew my father. I never heard anything about him from her at all. She never dated anyone as I was growing up. She didn't really socialize that much. I could probably count on one hand the number of times she hired a babysitter for me during all that time. We stayed at home and kept to ourselves. It was a lonely existence.

When I graduated high school, I could not get out of the home fast enough. I took a number of retail and other odd jobs before finding my way to the civil service examination and getting into the postal service. I thought maybe my mom would be happy for me now that I had a decent-paying job with great benefits. I was wrong. She broke into the tired old nonsense about how that job wasn't good enough for a beautiful woman like me.

So I stopped trying to have any kind of relationship with her at all. That was over five years ago. We didn't speak once in that time, and the only way I knew she had been killed in an automobile accident was that on one of her forms of identification, she still had me listed as next of kin. When I got the call, I was admittedly sad, but probably sadder about the relationship we never had, and less sad about her actual death.

*****

I reached for the opener for the garage door of my townhouse and pushed the button, watching it open. I pulled in next to my motorcycle, a Suzuki SV650. I purchased it used from a friend a couple of years ago. Part of the reason I wanted a motorcycle was I knew it would upset my mom terribly, since pretty little girls didn't ride motorcycles, much less own one. What I found was that it was a great release at the end of a stressful day to get out on the open road and cruise for a while. I didn't ride it often, but it was there when I needed something different.

I stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door to grab Elise's bag. She was quickly there next to me, saying, "Please, let me get that, Mistress." Part of me was shocked that she got there so quickly, but the rest of me was shocked to hear what she called me.

"What did you say?"

She lowered her head and replied softly, "You don't have to carry my bag, Mistress. That's not something you are supposed to do."

Mistress - nobody had ever called me that before, and I wasn't really interested in being called that now. I put my fingers under her chin to raise her face to mine. "My name is Samantha, but I prefer you call me Sam. I'm not my mother, and I'm really not your mistress or owner or whatever else this looks like. Please call me Sam."

"As you wish, Mis.....as you wish, Sam. My only purpose is to please you."

I shook my head as we climbed the two steps from the garage into the kitchen. I placed my keys on the hook near the door and proceeded to the guest bedroom. Elise followed me, and when she saw me put her bag on the bed, she looked around at her new - hopefully temporary - accommodation.

"There are two bedrooms in this townhouse. Mine is across the hall. I have an ensuite bathroom, so the bathroom in the hallway is yours. I assume you have all of your personal things you need for now?"

She nodded and smiled at me. "Yes, Sam. I require very little. This is more than enough space for me."

"Good. Would you like a drink - bottle of water or juice? I don't ever keep alcohol in the house, but then I guess it's too early to be starting that already."

"Water is fine - would you like me to go get one for each of us and bring it back here?"

I was not ready for someone to wait on me hand and foot, but apparently that was part of what being a 'pet' entailed. "You start putting your things away. I'll get the water and then we'll talk while you get set up."

She smiled and replied, "Yes, Sam. Thank you, Sam."

I shook my head again as I went back into the kitchen. I grabbed a couple of bottles of cold water and made my way back to the spare bedroom. Elise had her bag open and was already putting clothes in the dresser. I was curious to see if she had something like a maid's uniform that she wore for my mother, but it was mostly simple shirts and skirts.

I handed her a bottle, and true to her nature, she said, "Thank you, Sam." So far she had not addressed me without using my name. I sat on the side of the bed next to her bag.

"Elise, do you mind if we talk while you finish putting your things away?"

She came straight to the bed, sitting on the end at the other side of her open bag. "I'd rather not be doing anything else when you are talking to me, Sam. I want to make sure I pay complete attention to what you are saying."

That wasn't what I wanted her to say. "Then I can be quiet and wait until you are finished."

She looked at me firmly and answered, "As you can see, I don't have much to put away, so stopping while we talk is not a problem."

If that's how she wanted to do this, it was fine with me. "Look, Elise. You need to know some things about me. I'm not used to being around people - in fact, I try to stay away from people as much as possible. I've never really had a lot of friends as I grew up and I still don't to this day. I'm not used to anybody else being here, and honestly, I'm not sure it's going to work for me to have you here. So far I think you're a very nice person, and I can see how devoted you are to being a pet, even though before today I didn't know such a thing existed, so this is certainly nothing against you. But I'm not sure..."

I tailed off and looked at her to gauge her reaction to what I had just told her. She looked sad, but I could tell that her mind was processing something.

When she looked back up at me, she forced a smile on her face. "I understand, Sam. I know this is quite different from your normal lifestyle. I would not want to force you to adapt to having a pet with you if you didn't want one. But I'd love for you to give me a couple of weeks to show you just how much I can do for you. If you still don't want me after that, I'll leave and figure out what to do then."

I didn't see how my mind could be changed in two weeks. But I also didn't want to have the feeling that I was kicking her out then, knowing that she really had nowhere to go. I didn't like where this was leading, so I needed to know what she planned to do if I didn't let her stay.

"If I decide I don't need you in two weeks, where would you go? What would you do?"

She looked down again. "I suppose I'd go back to the academy..."

I quickly interrupted her. "The Martin Training Academy?"

At my mention of the name, she perked back up, raising her head with a smile. "You've heard of the Academy before?"

"Only this morning, right before they brought you to me. In my mother's will, she basically left anything of value - well, other than you, to the Martin Training Academy. I had no idea what that was, but I'm starting to get a clearer picture now."

At the mention of my mother, I could tell Elise started remembering her, and her smile vanished, replaced by a single tear that escaped out of the corner of her left eye. For the first time, I felt moved to help her, but not knowing how to do that, I thought maybe if she talked about her, it might help her through her grief.

"Elise, you really loved my mother, didn't you."

Without looking up, she nodded. "Yes, very much. She was so kind to me and treated me so well. She came to the academy shortly after she retired. She was looking for companionship and affection, and I provided both for her."

It made sense - Elise provided what mother needed and what I could never give her. My mother was as strong-willed as me, and I could see that someone like Elise who devoted everything in her ability to please my mother was something I could not do, and something she must have needed. I could see how they would have developed a perfect relationship with each other, fulfilling each other's needs.

It also perhaps opened some of my understanding about why my mother and I could never have a successful relationship. I had never thought about my mother's sexuality before, but if that was part of the attraction she and Elise shared, then I could see why mother wanted me to be her beautiful little submissive daughter, since that seemed to be why she went looking for someone like Elise. I hoped my mother wasn't interested in having a sexual relationship with me, but maybe she thought I would be better off in life being the beautiful girl she wished for.

I think my mother saw a lot of herself in me, and she felt that would make life more difficult, so she tried to change me. In the process, we lost each other, because I resisted that change with all the power I could muster.