The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 34: Past Meets Present

As they were disembarking, Chloe couldn't help but notice the sour look she got from the flight attendant who'd 'caught' them in the bathroom. Apparently, her sense of humor wasn't quite as good as that of the attendant who'd caught Master and Mittens on their Montreal flight. Luckily, she only had suspicions of what they'd been doing, no real proof. Regardless, Chloe was still far too floaty from the experience to really care. She noticed Master catch the look too, but he also otherwise ignored it.

On the way to baggage claim, he took a moment to remove a pair of leashes from his carry-on and connect one to each of his girls' collars, afterwards leading them both merrily along through the airport. Chloe felt energized by it, returning back here properly collared and tethered to her Master, felt like some great victory on her part.

Mittens bounced along, jubilantly taking in every possible sight and sound she could, seeming thrilled to be somewhere new. Between her cat-attire and both of their leashes and collars, the three of them were getting plenty of looks. Most people just did double-takes, others took covert pictures with their phones. A few gave rather disapproving expressions, but no one seemed willing to voice their grievances with the tableau.

When they got to the baggage carriage, Chloe dutifully had Master transfer most of their luggage for her to carry, as his slave, though Mittens took up one her own bags and Master took the heaviest one himself. As they exited out of the terminal, Chloe spotted Master Heron and Ellie waiting for them in the outer concourse. A surge of affectionate emotion washed through her at the sight of them and she had to fight to stay at pace with Master.

Leaning his heavy-set frame on his walking cane, Master Heron was well-dressed as usual, sporting navy pin-stripe slacks and vest over a white silk shirt and leather tie, a matching fedora perched jauntily on his cleanly shaven head. Though it was obvious he was a man of very mature age, his well-groomed full beard almost all grey and his face deeply etched with laugh-lines, he always exuded a kind of vital aura that made him seem somehow not 'old'. While his typical sense of style wasn't especially outlandish, it usually managed to stand out in a crowd.

Ellie was dressed in a more understated fashion, a medium length yellow sun dress and denim capris, but she stood out in any crowd regardless of what she wore. Her hair was naturally stark white and beautiful, styled into old-fashioned shoulder-length tresses that framed a face so classic in appearance that she looked as though she'd stepped out of a film from the forties. Chloe knew that Ellie was significantly younger than Master Heron, but definitely much older than herself. However, it was nearly impossible to guess what her actual age was. She was like some immortal, monochrome siren of the silver screen, with a curvaceous body that would have made Marilyn Monroe green with envy.

It was obvious that Mittens was just as struck by the amazing presence of them as Chloe had been her first time meeting them. And, if she was honest, nearly every time she saw them. The expression on Mittens' face was almost comical in its look of complete fascination.

"Oh my God, let me help you with those." Ellie said at the sight of Chloe carrying all but two of the group's luggage.

Chloe laughed and shook her head. "It is this one's duty to carry her Master's bags." She said proudly.

Master Heron put a hand on his submissive's arm to convey that it was okay. Part of Ellie's protocol was to always be helpful to those around her. The conflict in her at not fulfilling her directives was evident, but she obeyed her own Master as faithfully as Chloe was dedicated to serving hers. Something tickled inside her at the recognition of that, as though she'd maybe made a connection she'd not considered before, but tucked it away to be pondered later.