“Hello,” she said.
“Hi,” I said, and didn’t know what to say next.
I felt out of my element, like I was some kid selling Girl Scout cookies. Suzanne peeked out her door and looked left, then right, then back at me.
“Umm,” she said. “Can I help you?”
“Suzanne Fiona?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“I’m Sunshine. Bastian’s new…”
“Pet?” she said, finishing my sentence.
I nodded.
“Come in,” she said. “I’m sure you have lots of questions.”
The inside of her house was much nicer than the inside of Bastian’s. Hers definitely had that woman’s touch where his looked a lot more like a bachelor pad. She led me into the living room where we sat on couches opposite each other.
“Yes, Bastian was my owner,” she said before I had the chance to strike up conversation. “But all that’s changed now. I’m on my own, with my own pet, and life’s good. How are you feeling with him?”
“Good,” I said. “Strange to be honest. This is a lot to take in.”
“It was for me too,” she said. “It’ll grow on you.”
“I’m having a hard time with the partner sharing thing,” I admitted. “I’ve been asked to do some things in my classes that I’m not comfortable with. There’s this…”
I didn’t have the chance to finish my sentence when the front door swung open and Pasha walked in.
What the fuck is he doing here?
“Babe,” Suzanne said, “Have you met Sunshine? Wait. You guys would be in the same class, right?”
“Yeah…” I said.
Shocked would be the best word to describe how I was feeling. It suddenly hit me. She was now an owner and Pasha was her pet. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Something bothered me about the couple, other than the fact that Pasha had his dick inside me a half hour earlier. I realized I’d seen them on
TV. They were that first couple I’d seen having intense sex.
Pasha seemed as confused as I was. He hugged Suzanne but his eyes were on me. She couldn’t see from her angle but he was basically saying with his eyes, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I was just telling Sunshine that Bastian used to be my owner,” she said.
“That’s funny,” Pasha said, “I was trying to help her relax in class, telling her Bastian would be okay with her playing along. That he likes to play too.
“Oh yes he does,” Suzanne said.
What the fuck does that mean?
“And I can see how that might be extremely difficult for someone new to our way of life,” she said, letting go of Pasha and walking over to me.
She took my hand and sat down next to me on the couch.
“Bastian is…how should I say this? He’s a free spirit,” she said. “He will try to make you as comfortable as he’s able to, but if it’s a question of his desires versus your comfort, he will always choose his desires. It’s not his fault. It’s how he’s built. I learned to embrace that and used it to my advantage. His freeness allowed me to go wild and have a good time.”
“I only want him,” I said.