Part 12 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives". Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html . Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html . Please leave comments.
As the last of the plates were cleared away, Rebecca knotted
Freddie’s lead round the table leg. “I
want you to stay, dear,” she said loudly so that the other guests at their
table could hear. Rebecca had opened the
muzzle flap for Freddie to feed but it was now back in place and her hands were
cuffed They were
sat at the Pups’ Table. It was a small
and select little group of four Mistresses and four pups. Although Rebecca had had high hopes for
Freddie, she doubted that she’d win Best in Show given the competition at the
table. Although there were two
conventional leather pups, Lady Barbara had brought her poodle. The poodle looked delectable in a pink latex
catsuit with fluffy pink fur cuffs around neck, wrists and ankle. Her dog wore a pink leather hood with comb of
fur on top of the muzzle and around the ears. The outfit was complemented by
pink stripper shoes with transparent platforms and heels. It was hard to tell whether the poodle was
male or female but knowing Barbara, it was likely to be male even though the
front of the catsuit was straining to contain a bountiful cleavage. The poodle’s front paws were cuffed and
rather than plates and cutlery there was a little bowl of doggie treats on the
table for her. Freddie might look
lovely, but she would not stand a chance.and locked together.
“Excuse me, ladies.”
Rebecca rose from the table and made her way across to Table 1 where Lady
Dixon was sitting with Angela. She had
to admit to herself that James looked gorgeous.
But he always did, he was so perfectly trained: when his eyes were not
staring downwards at the table, avoiding looking at other members of the
Sisterhood and especially eye contact with any of their escorts, they were
fixed on Angela in rapt adoration. He
was seated between Angela and Lady Dixon but turned towards his own
Mistress. He leant back when Lady Dixon
wanted to speak to Angela.
Angela nodded to Rebecca to approach. Rebecca stooped and whispered “Lady Angela,
may I speak with Lady Dixon?”
“Of course. Is it to
do with our ‘guest’?”
“Yes.” Rebecca moved
along two places and whispered now to Lady Dixon. “Alysha, do you know that we have an uninvited
guest in our midst?”
Alysha replied so that the rest of the table could hear. “If you mean the Level 1 on Table 20, then
yes, I do. Angela’s told me. Why do
you ask?”
“I’d like a
little help, if possible, please.”
“What kind of help?”
Rebecca knelt done and whispered again. “Oh, I see,” said Lady Dixon in much softer
tones. “What do you suggest?” Lady Dixon listened. “Yes, that’s good but let’s involve
Angela. She always has good ideas.”
James pushed back from the table to allow the three ladies
to talk. A few moments later Rebecca
stepped out of the ballroom to use one of the service phones in the
corridor. She checked the pre-programmed
numbers on the keypad. “Hello. Reception?
Good. I want something delivered
to Room 2318. You can charge it to my
room, 2320. The kitchens may be able to
help or I know there's a 24 hour Tesco just round the corner. What I'd like is
......."
end of Part 12
