Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 12 Rebecca 20:20 Saturday evening

 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.
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“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