have been altered since my last visit, when Miss Kara fitted me in a gorgeous, white mating dress.
Looking as elegant and slim as ever with her long dark hair pulled back into a n artful ponytail , Miss Kara lowers the book she’s been reading and jumps from her plush recliner. Her eyes are bright, her arms wide a s she rushes over to me.
She gives me a quick squeeze, then her peach - painted lips, full and glossy from too much makeup , pucker slightly . As she scrutinizes me , she pulls a long, wet strand of my dirty hair between her fingers for a close examination . Lawrence removes the chain but keeps my collar in place a s she inspects my split ends, then s he makes a tsking sound a nd turns her focus to my current bedraggled state . B ut suddenly pleasure moves into her eyes replacing the stern consternation as she takes in my new curves .
“Pride, look at you, ” she begins , her white teeth flashing in a smile . “You’re growing up on me. ” Keeping her voice light, even though I know it holds a great amount of concern she asks, “ How did this happen ? ”
I want to tell her it’s because I’m no longer haunted by hunger , that for the last three weeks I’ve eaten real food —f resh food —b ut instead I just stare up at her and wonder how much the handlers and staff know about my escape. About what’s going on inside the compound?
With that, she claps her hands together in a familiar gesture, and points a strict finger at me. “You might be filling out, young lady, but you ’re currently a pitiful mess.” She waves her finger to the colonial door on my left . “To the shower with you .”
As I move across her warm wood floor, I think more about Miss Kara. Besides Clover, she is the closest thing I’ve had to a mother since losing my own. Not only does she shower and dress us wolves when the occasion calls for it, she’s also the one who teaches us about manners. In my line of work, education and manners come in handy when I’m trying to lure my mark.
Once inside the bathroom, I push on the door, leaving it slightly ajar like rules dictate . I peel my cold, wet nightgown from my shoulders, and drop it into the laundry basket , know ing I’ll be given a new one by nightfall . Catching a glimpse of my reflection as I move past the mirror, I can’t help but notice the changes in my body. But thinking of my body has me thinking of Sandy, and all the changes that are taking place inside her s .
Naked, except for the heavy collar around my neck, I turn on the hot spray and step inside the stall . I take a second to enjoy the blissful heat against my cold skin, then grab the strawberry scent ed soap as I think more about Miss Kara . Will she take her freedom if I offer it, or would she be too afraid of the consequences should I fail ?
But failure is not an option, I remind myself.
After I shower, I wrap a big fluffy towel around my clean body and step into the room to find Miss Kara and Lawrence in deep conversation. My ears perk when I take in the distressed look on Miss Kara’s face, and I try to tune into what they’re saying, but when they see me they instantly separate.
Miss Kara rushes to me and leads me to her grooming station . She sits me in front of her big shiny mirror and brushes out my long hair before she trims the split ends. Her tone is light and conversation al, and we discuss things like we normal ly do , talking about everything and anything except for my time in the woods. I wonder if she’d open up to me if Lawrence wasn’t stand ing guard at the door.
Once she has my hair dried, she stands me up and I see a hint of worry in her dark, chocolate eyes as she reaches for her most expensive perfume and holds it just above my head . As she gifts me with a generous squirt , I don’t take pleasure in the floral bouquet as it rains down on me from above . Instead I wonder why she’s being extra generous today . She usually on ly sprays me with perfume when I’m being sent
Looking as elegant and slim as ever with her long dark hair pulled back into a n artful ponytail , Miss Kara lowers the book she’s been reading and jumps from her plush recliner. Her eyes are bright, her arms wide a s she rushes over to me.
She gives me a quick squeeze, then her peach - painted lips, full and glossy from too much makeup , pucker slightly . As she scrutinizes me , she pulls a long, wet strand of my dirty hair between her fingers for a close examination . Lawrence removes the chain but keeps my collar in place a s she inspects my split ends, then s he makes a tsking sound a nd turns her focus to my current bedraggled state . B ut suddenly pleasure moves into her eyes replacing the stern consternation as she takes in my new curves .
“Pride, look at you, ” she begins , her white teeth flashing in a smile . “You’re growing up on me. ” Keeping her voice light, even though I know it holds a great amount of concern she asks, “ How did this happen ? ”
I want to tell her it’s because I’m no longer haunted by hunger , that for the last three weeks I’ve eaten real food —f resh food —b ut instead I just stare up at her and wonder how much the handlers and staff know about my escape. About what’s going on inside the compound?
With that, she claps her hands together in a familiar gesture, and points a strict finger at me. “You might be filling out, young lady, but you ’re currently a pitiful mess.” She waves her finger to the colonial door on my left . “To the shower with you .”
As I move across her warm wood floor, I think more about Miss Kara. Besides Clover, she is the closest thing I’ve had to a mother since losing my own. Not only does she shower and dress us wolves when the occasion calls for it, she’s also the one who teaches us about manners. In my line of work, education and manners come in handy when I’m trying to lure my mark.
Once inside the bathroom, I push on the door, leaving it slightly ajar like rules dictate . I peel my cold, wet nightgown from my shoulders, and drop it into the laundry basket , know ing I’ll be given a new one by nightfall . Catching a glimpse of my reflection as I move past the mirror, I can’t help but notice the changes in my body. But thinking of my body has me thinking of Sandy, and all the changes that are taking place inside her s .
Naked, except for the heavy collar around my neck, I turn on the hot spray and step inside the stall . I take a second to enjoy the blissful heat against my cold skin, then grab the strawberry scent ed soap as I think more about Miss Kara . Will she take her freedom if I offer it, or would she be too afraid of the consequences should I fail ?
But failure is not an option, I remind myself.
After I shower, I wrap a big fluffy towel around my clean body and step into the room to find Miss Kara and Lawrence in deep conversation. My ears perk when I take in the distressed look on Miss Kara’s face, and I try to tune into what they’re saying, but when they see me they instantly separate.
Miss Kara rushes to me and leads me to her grooming station . She sits me in front of her big shiny mirror and brushes out my long hair before she trims the split ends. Her tone is light and conversation al, and we discuss things like we normal ly do , talking about everything and anything except for my time in the woods. I wonder if she’d open up to me if Lawrence wasn’t stand ing guard at the door.
Once she has my hair dried, she stands me up and I see a hint of worry in her dark, chocolate eyes as she reaches for her most expensive perfume and holds it just above my head . As she gifts me with a generous squirt , I don’t take pleasure in the floral bouquet as it rains down on me from above . Instead I wonder why she’s being extra generous today . She usually on ly sprays me with perfume when I’m being sent
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