Sunshine, now Éclaircie – POOL AREA with LAURENNE MERIETH<br/><br/>I followed my new mistress outside, crawling along at her heels, just the way I used to see dogs being walked in Central Park. Funny how I never gave the creatures much notice then. I’d never been much of a dog person. But I found myself desperately trying to remember everything I’d ever noticed now … I wanted to be a good dog for my mistress. I didn’t want her to hurt me again. I wanted her to love me, feel sorry for me, maybe let me go someday …<br/><br/><em>You <strong>want</strong> her to hurt you again, though,</em>said a cold, stern voice inside my head.<em>That felt good, right? Her fist inside your ass … maybe she’ll fist your pussy next, or let some boy dog fuck you, or …</em><br/><br/>I felt a patch of wetness forming between my thighs. Such shameful, wicked thoughts! And they made me excited! I didn’t know what to think anymore …<br/><br/>When mistress took me outside, I stopped cold for a moment. But again, the collar dug harshly into my neck, and bit even more harshly as my mistress impatiently tugged on it.<em>I can’t go out there!</em>I thought.<em>I’m not wearing any clothes! I’m not a dog!</em>But my mistress still thought I was a dog … and I didn’t want to disappoint her. So I went out slowly at first, and with a few more insistent tugs, I was right at her heels again.<br/><br/>I looked around in wonder as I padded along. The pool was magnificent, with sparkling blue waters. The guests were all gorgeous, as though they’d stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. I even thought I recognized a few of the guests from the tabloids … these weren’t just the rich and famous, these were elite people of extreme wealth and taste. Or so I’d thought, up until today.<br/><br/>And then I noticed the servants … dogs? And it seemed some could … could<em>talk</em>?<br/><br/>I whimpered a little.<em>I’m not the only one,</em>I thought. Which was sadly comforting, in its own way, but …<em>she doesn’t feel sorry for them. She’s not letting them go. What chance do you have?</em><br/><br/>I followed my mistress, watching as she greeted two other people at the poolside, a man and a woman. Both had dogs of their own. I quickly looked at the dogs’ face, and saw a light in their eyes that I never saw in the dogs at Central Park … they were like me! And they had a slight air of defiance about them, too. And the dog with the woman … I found myself taking a step or two closer to her before being jerked back into place. She smelled so good, I just wanted to sniff her nether regions … she was wet like me, I just wanted to …<br/><br/>I shook my head again.<em>Stop being such a filthy fucking animal!</em>I thought bitterly.<em>You’re not a dog, so don’t fucking act like one!</em><br/><br/>When my mistress told me to sit, I tried to remember the posture I’d seen other dogs assume at the park, and tried to imitate the pose. I don’t think I did it well, but I hoped my mistress noticed I was trying. And when she said stay … I looked up at the other two dogs, watching the fight that was still in their eyes … and I hung my head so I didn’t have to look at them, or the disgusted looks in their faces.<br/><br/>And I stayed, with a stray tear or two running down my cheeks.