Pets

Happy Birthday (Charlie)

Early the next morning the door to our room swung open. We were taken to get washed, scrubbed, waxed, and shaved. I have had a bikini wax before but this one was worse. Poor Lily had never had one and cried until the guard threatened to kill her if she didn't stop. Those guards better hope I never get a gun. We are taken back to our room and fed.

A little while later the door opens and two ladies walk in our room followed by the guards. The ladies have two little boxes, and two large boxes. They walk behind us and then put collars on our necks. We are given tiny little panties for bottoms. Then they pulled these huge multi strand necklaces out of boxes they brought in with them. I felt her reach around and place a huge multi-strand necklace of white pearls on me that weighed a lot. I look at Lily and hers is the same only black pearls. The guards clip long leashes on us. I can feel my eyes watering. The guy in front of me sees the tears starting and he grins.

"Fuck you!" I said it before I thought it. He grabs my hair and bends my head back so far it's painful. Now I'm looking up at him.

"You are lucky that I don't slap the shit out of you right now." He is speaking close enough that I feel spit land on my face. "But you can't have any marks. Boss wants his son's birthday gifts to look good." He smiles again and lets go.

We are led out by our leashes pulled by the bodyguards. There are so many halls and doors I get turned around whenever we leave the room. The place is huge. We end up near a open area where you can see a open balcony near by. You can smell salt in the air and feel the breeze blow through the hall. It's the only hint I have found to where we might be. Not that it helps us much right now. The thought of making a mad dash for the balcony flickers in my mind, but is quickly squashed. The guard is holding my leash, he has a gun, and won't think twice if he needs to shoot me.

We are brought into a large bedroom where a hair and makeup station has been set up. They have us sit on the bed. A few minutes later a very um...'energetic' guy strolls in. He looks at us over pulling out hair styling tools and then makeup. He starts on Lily. He keeps her hair simple with a high sever ponytail. He then does her make up. Talking to himself, and answering his own questions. He makes her eyes the first thing you see. He had a black smokey eye with heavy eyeliner in a cat eye.

He turned to me, and did my hair the same as Lily's. My eyes are outlined in white with white eyeshadow and some neutrals to contour a little. It looked better than it should. We both get soft pink lipstick painted on our lips. With a very shiny gloss. Once he was satisfied with his work he sashayed out of the room. Captain asshat (the guard) and his friend pull on our leashes and we are led to our next destination.

We end up on what looks like a stage with fancy chairs. Beside one of the chairs are giant pillows on each side. There is a curtain closed in front of the chairs. We can hear a fancy party going on behind it. We are off to the side of the stage.

The curtains open and there is a room full of people dressed in very formal attire. On the other side of the stage Sir stands with a very pretty but cold looking woman. They are not touching and seem to be avoiding getting too close.

They walk out like they are royalty. All big fake smiles and fancy waves. They reluctantly take each others hands. I am starting to get very scared. Lily grabs my hand and squeezes. The man lifts his hand for quiet and everyone falls silent. He speaks in whatever language he usually talks to the guards in. Everyone claps and smiles.

Then a young man walked up to the stage. He is maybe mid to late 20's. He has big brown eyes with dark manicured eyebrows. His dark hair has a slight curl. He had a small amount of facial hair on his very masculine jawline and has a small cleft in his chin. He is tall and muscular in his expensive looking suit. He walks up to the stage and waves at the people clapping. There were a lot of women at the front of the stage. All trying their best to catch his eye but he isn't interested. He sits down in the chair he is directed to by Sir. This must be the son. There were similarities but the son favored his mother looks wise from what I can see. The dad talks a while longer and everyone laughs.