Surprises and surprisers

…An older man and woman, along with a girl about 17 or 18. The woman and girl have Grace’s lovely red hair, while the man has distinguished receding black hair and Grace’s brilliant eyes. You can only assume this is her family. They seem to be standing around Grace’s desk working on something. Hearing you come in, they spin around and yell, “SURPRISE!” but their face falls as they see you. The four of you look at each other for a couple of beats, trying to figure out what to say when Grace, wearing nothing but her collar, steps into the room.

Grace’s eyes light up brilliantly. Completely ignoring her naked state, she darts towards them. You let go of her leash so Grace won't be strangled as she runs over to her family, hugging them each. “Mom! Dad! Katie! I can’t believe you drove all this way for my birthday.”

The three of them hug her automatically, but there is only shock and fear upon their faces as they look from Grace to you, then back to Grace. You quickly gather your thoughts and walk over to them, offering your hand to Grace’s father. “Hello. I’m Jane, Grace’s owner. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Grace’s father shakes your hand automatically, his eyes locked on his daughter in disbelief. Grace’s mother ignores your hand completely as she walks past you over to Grace.

“Oh my GOD! Grace!” Grace’s mother cries as she wraps her arms around her daughter. “Grace! What has she done to you?” You look over at Katie, who keeps watching you with a strange mixture of repulsion and interest on her face. A smile slides across your face as you offer your hand to her. “Hello, Katie.”

Just as Katie’s hand touches yours, Grace’s dad rips the young girl away from you. “You can’t have this one too, you bitch!”

Grace looks stunned as she glances from her mother to her father. “Mom, Dad, it’s okay,” she tells them assuringly, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “Jane is my owner, my mistress. She cares for me and treats me well, and I enjoy being her pet.” As if that’s the end of the conversation, Grace looks past her family to a cake, paper plates, and utensils sitting on her desk. “Coconut icing! My favorite. Thank you!” She reaches over and picks up a knife, cuts a piece, puts it on a paper plate, grabs a fork, and carries it over to you. You sit down on the bed and pat your lap. Grace crawls happily into your lap and you feed her a bite of the cake. She moans happily as she enjoys the taste of the fluffy treat. As if the two of you are the only ones there, Grace looks around in an exaggerated innocent look as she scoops off some of the icing on her finger and places it on her nipple.

“You naughty girl,” you smile tenderly at her as you lick it off. Grace moans happily as Katie watches in rapt fascination.

Katie then turns to her father. “See, Daddy, they both like it. They’re not hurting anyone. How could it be so wrong?”

Grace’s father bellows, “Of course it’s wrong! Look at it! It’s unnatural and unhealthy!” He sputters loudly, trying to find the words to continue his rant as Grace’s mother keeps muttering about losing her baby to a demonic witch.

Suddenly Grace’s mother grabs Grace’s shoulders, pulling her out of your lap, the cake and plate falling to the floor. You stand up to your full height, ready to protect your property if need be. Grace’s mother shakes your red headed pet. “Grace! Snap out of it! What has this bitch done to you?” she wails. Grace looks at you, torn between what she feels for her mother and not wanting to upset you.

You reach up and lightly touch Grace’s collar with your right hand as you wrap your left arm around Grace in a supportive hug. The hug distracts everyone so you can tug at Grace’s collar unnoticed. “Tell her, Grace,” you softly whisper in her ear before kissing your pet’s cheek.

Grace moans softly at the collar tugging, her eyes briefly closing. Her mother steps back a bit from Grace. Grace looks at her parents, her face and tone slowly taking on a factual air as she speaks. “Mom, Jane is my owner and mistress. I belong to her and she takes care of all my needs. We were just on our way to get my things so I could move down the hall to stay with my Mistress.”

At that point Grace’s mother collapses completely, bawling. Grace’s father finds his voice again. “Grace! This is completely unacceptable! If you want to live like a wanton slut, then you will do it alone! I will NOT pay for your school and you will NEVER be welcome in my house again! Do you understand?”

Grace looks at you momentarily, then smiles softly with a light that melts your heart. Knowing Grace has made her choice, you look at Grace’s father. “Sir, Grace is my pet. I will care for her. She will want for nothing that she needs.” With that, you turn to Katie and smile at her just as if she were a beloved younger sister. “No matter what they say, this is not wrong. We are happy living like this. And you are always welcome to visit or stay with us.” Katie smiles happily, blushing a bit as she turns away.

The crestfallen look on the face of Grace’s father matches his defeated tone of voice. “Grace?” He asks. “This isn’t really what you want, is it?”

Grace nods once before leaning her head on your shoulder. “Daddy, I love you and Mom, but Jane is my Mistress. She’ll take care of me.” You smile proudly, much as if she were a child that performed well at a school play, as you lean down and kiss her forehead. She beams a smile back up at you.

You turn to face the distraught parents. “My room extension is 7542. Should you need to speak to Grace, leave a message for her and I’ll make sure she gets it.” Grace’s father gathers her mother and guides her out of the room. As Grace’s sister follows, you offer a hand to Katie. She takes your hand and squeezes it tightly for the briefest of seconds. “Our home is yours. All you need do is ask.” Katie smiles and nods before running out of the room to follow her parents.

The moment the two of you are alone, Grace sobs softly and collapses against you. You hold her tightly, stroking her back. “But I’m happy with you, Mistress. Can’t they see that?”

You tilt her head up to yours and kiss away her tears. “It will take time, but we will do all we can to make them see. And if they refuse, it’s their loss. You are a wonderful woman and the most perfect pet a mistress could ask for.” Grace smiles at you, melting into your arms. You hold her until she collects herself. Then the two of you gather Grace’s things and take them to your room. Once Grace is settled in and the rest of her cake is safely stored, the two of you share a shower. While Grace is scrubbing your back, you can’t help but feel you should do something nice for you pet. Something to cheer her up and to celebrate her birthday. Suddenly a smile crosses your lips.

Grace’s voice breaks your reverie. “I know that look, Mistress. What are you plotting now?”