An evening with Sabrina

The moon is high in the sky. You are walking back to your cabin after the camp´s talent show, but your steps are slow. Sabrina is heavier than you expected, she is piggybacking on your back.

“That was great,” she says. “I didn’t expect you to be such a good performer, dear. Very …energetic.”

“Well, I was a member of the drama club, I guess,” you reply through gritted teeth. “C-can I wear something better tomorrow, please? I think half of the camp saw my tits.”

“Oh don’t worry, we all saw your nipples, and your vagina too. Still, that´s not a way to address me, isn´t it hun?” Sabrina gives you a small kick on your tights like you were a horse.

“Sorry, Mistress Sabrina the Better than Me. Can I get better clothes tomorrow?”

“Why? You got a Hawaiian skirt, band-aids, and flip flops, what more do you want?”

“It´s just that it´s hard to follow your orders when I´m dressed like this. It´s kind of painful to do my morning pushups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks without proper support, you know? ”

“No pain no gain.”

“But then what about my skirt? The wind also keeps lifting it when I´m buying your groceries and I can´t cover myself because I´m carrying all eight of your bags. Not to mention that goats keep trying to eat my skirt while I´m out looking for the “ripest fruit in the woods” for you.”

“Hmmm, fair point. I´ll think about upgrading your leaf skirt to bikini bottoms.”

“But-”

“Keep complaining and tomorrow I´ll trade all your clothes away for a dog collar. Then we´ll see how fun it is to have a walk around the lake. Am I understood?”

“S-sorry mistress Sabrina the Better than Me! Please, not again!”

You reach your cabin and go inside where you proceeded with your new nightly ritual. You undress and give Sabrina your “clothes”, which are promptly locked out of your reach. It has been an exhausting day, and you sink into your bed.

“Hey, aren´t you forgetting something? Where´s my nightly rub?” Sabrina asks from her bed, pointing at both her shoulders and feet. “…and my goodnight kiss? Keep this up and I don´t know if I´ll let you ride the bus home with anything more than a cap.”

You grumble but nonetheless slide out of your comfy bed and next to Sabrina. “Sorry Mistress Sabrina the Better than Me.” Ugh, you don’t know how much longer you can keep this up, it feels like an eternity already. When will It end? Hopefully soon, right? “Say, how long have I been your servant?”

“Why, I think it has been …three whole days.”

Maybe giving in was a bad idea after all. It´s going to be a long summer.

THE END