The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 30: Returning Home

It seemed to Chloe that every minute that passed took even longer to pass than the previous one. Sitting next to a window, looking out at the empty street in front of the playhouse, her eyes were on a constant lookout for Master's car, bearing him and Mittens. However, her mind was more wrapped around yesterday morning's revelation from Mistress Victoria. She'd been unable to keep it from being a constant tumble in her mind, turning it every which way, examining and considering it from every side and angle.

She'd still managed to keep herself on point for her final day in Mistress's collar, serving well and faithfully, following every command she was given and allowing herself to enjoy what pleasures her obedience awarded her. However, some part of her mind never stopped spinning, thinking about her situation. Luckily, Mistress had seemed to recognize that Chloe would need some part of herself to properly digest the idea, as she'd kept their time and activities together since then relatively light and turned a blind eye towards any possible suggestions that Chloe might have been slightly distracted.

Of course, when it came to Victoria, 'relatively light' was a long way from 'easy-going'. However, Chloe had been grateful for it, as it helped keep her, at least mostly, focused. The act of keeping her mind actively engaged on her faithful service and submission allowed her to avoid becoming fully consumed with her inner thoughts on the proposal.

Victoria had requested that Chloe wait for her to formally make her offer to Master before she told him of her intentions. Though she'd made a point to emphasize that it was only a request, not a command, and would respect Chloe's decision if she felt awkward keeping a secret from her Master. Though Chloe had taken a moment to consider whether she should inform him or not, she'd decided to accept the request, thinking it less as keeping something from him as showing respect for Victoria. In the end, it wasn't her place to bear that offer anyway, it was a matter that should be between her current owner and, possibly, her future one.

She was certain that Master would take her feelings into account, asking her if she wanted to go with Victoria, and would likely let her answer weigh, quite heavily, on whether he agreed. Ironically, that also served as a prime example of Victoria's point that Master wasn't the sort of person who could ever make her feel like a true slave, not the way Mistress could.

So, shouldn't that mean her answer should be an easy one? Wasn't this what all of this was about? To get to be a real possession; to have no say in such things and be honestly owned by someone?

Suddenly, however, for the first time in almost a day and a half, all the thoughts about the proposal flew out of her mind as she saw Master's beautiful blue Pontiac come into view. A giddy rush surged through her, gleefully bouncing up from her chair and bounding down the hall towards the playhouse social room. Just before bursting into it, though, she caught herself and stopped to properly compose. There was no removing the joyous smile on her face though.

Stepping, calmly, into the large area, she found Mistress Victoria rising from the chair she'd been reading in, delicately setting aside a weathered hardback copy of the Tropic of Cancer. It was one of her favorite books. She straightened and smoothed her dress casually, taking her time on purpose as one last little, delicious, torture. She looked beautiful and commanding, her red hair framing her glamorous face and the form-fitting garment showcasing her impressive body.

For her part, Chloe was wearing only her collar and the pair of white canvas shoes she'd arrived in, but had a large towel under one arm. She would be leaving in much the same way as she'd entered, washed and transferred formally between the two Dominants. To be honest, she was coming to enjoy the ritual of it, as it made it feel so much more spiritual.