I was surprised by her comment, but in a nice way, and didn't know how to respond. "Um, thank you, Emily."

She reached out and pushed a button on her desk, whereupon the walls darkened. "Sandy come around here..."

She turned her chair through 90 degrees to face me. I stopped a yard back from her legs. "Yes, Miss?"

"Sandy, so that I can decide on you costume for the party, I need to see your body. Please remove your dress."

"Oh, er, my dress?"

"Just for a moment, Sandy."

"Um, I'm wearing a thong and I'm not wearing a bra."

"I have eyes, Sandy. One more time. Take the dress off."

I found myself reaching down to the hem and lifting it, revealing, first the front of the thong, then my tits.

"Stop, that will do, hold it there and turn a full circle."

The dress was bunched and virtually covering my face, as I did a slow turn. "Can I drop the dress?"

"One minute."

"Oh," I gasped when she leant forward and pulled the front of the thong away from my virtually hairless mons.

"That's interesting, Sandy. You can pull your dress down. I've seen enough."

More than enough, in my estimation! "Have you made up your mind about the costume, Miss?" I was red faced as I smoothed my dress down.

"I think you'll make a very good Puppy." She gave me a wicked smile. "Go home, Sandy and start packing."

I left the PA's office in a state of high arousal. Floating on air would be another way of putting it. Having a 'three in one' chance of going to live and work in Japan might dampen some people's expectations, but I oozed self-confidence.

Given a level playing field, the weapons I had in my armoury, and 3 days at his estate, I was certain that I could swing Sir Peter's mind in my direction...

* * *

After packing my suitcase with the sexiest outfits in my wardrobe, I wrapped Mary's present - a limited-edition album from her favourite boyband. Knowing I was going to have to try on a costume before leaving, I donned a pair of denim shorts and a loose t-shirt. I then laid a smart outfit on the bed, ready to change into, before we left for Sir Peter's estate. I had to wait until seven o'clock, so I put the kettle on.

I propped myself up on the bed and ran through a few ideas in my mind of what the costume might look like. If indeed it was a puppy costume, it could be one I walked around in or one I crawled around in. I had a vivid imagination so the latter option worried me.

The last thing I wanted was to be crawling around on the end of a leash. Sir Peter had warned me politely, so I had to be prepared for the worse costume I could imagine. It may have been the warmth, the champagne, or I was tired after a busy week, but without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The doorbell ringing woke me with a start. I hurried out of the bedroom, then scampered along the hall, barefooted, and opened the front door. I was surprised to find a black guy in a grey uniform, standing on my doorstep. He was holding two medium sized black holdalls as though he was about to move in.

"When you've stopped gawking, can we come in, Sandy?" Emily was standing behind the chauffeur in deep shadow.

"Of course, come in..." I stood aside and let them pass.

My ground floor flat shared a drive with the one above. The chauffeur had parked his imposing, black multipurpose vehicle behind my car, so he wasn't blocking anyone. I shut the door and followed them down the hall. Emily seemed to radiate power and domination as I watched her magnificent sashaying ass, tightly packaged in a black leather miniskirt. Her shape was probably in similar proportions to mine, but she was much taller and bigger boned. She was indeed a formidable woman.

She stopped at the door to the lounge. "I love your tree and decorations, Sandy. Did you do it all yourself?"

"Yes, Emily, I did," I replied, then pointed at one of the bags that the big guy had dumped in front of the gas fire. "Have you brought a selection for me to choose from?" It was a half-hearted joke.

"No, Sandy, the costume comes in two bags. Eric is going to empty the first bag and then we'll give you ten minutes to decide if you'll wear it."

"Oh, okay, Emily. Do you want a cup of coffee while you wait?"

"No, I'll have one when we arrive at our destination." She sat down on the sofa to watch.

I could feel an intense thrill in the pit of my stomach when the big guy hunkered down and unzipped the first bag. Whatever was inside was black, for the material immediately bulged out of the opening. Then, my jaw dropped when he yanked the costume out and pushed the bag aside.

"Oh my god, it's an animal's pelt." I gasped.

"No, but it's a good likeness," Emily pointed out. "Eric, stand aside and let Sandy have a look at the suit."

Once I had space, I dropped to my knees and examined the 'costume'. The material was tough and stretchy and was covered with inch long black fur. It reminded me of the picture of Emilie's dog sitting on her desk. I lifted the suit up and discovered that the hind legs were the same length as the front, so it was designed for the wearer to crawl around on four very realistic dog paws.

The part that I was most concerned about was where the material fitted at the apex of my thighs. I discovered that it had a reinforced slot about four inches long which would leave my pussy and anus without any protection. There was a tail that seemed to have a spring of some sort to keep it down, possibly to spare my blushes.

I turned on my knees and pointed at the other bag. "What's in there. Emily?"

"The head. I don't want to get it out if you don't want to try the suit on. You have another five minutes, Sandy."

"Does the head cover my face?"

"Yes, it's a realistic Puppy-dog head."

I sat back on my heels and examined the pelt again, for that's what it felt like. Sir Peter wanted to test my decisiveness, so I had to make my mind up quickly. I was going to cringe with embarrassment during the whole party as I trotted around, acting like a dog, However, with my face covered, my humiliating reaction would be hidden from view.

"Okay, Emily, I'll do it. What happens now?"