Best In Show

six

"I'm going to email you a PDF of the training, there's a part we didn't get to, which is the hand signals," Nicholas informs her. "But I have somewhere to be soon so you need to study tonight and have them all memorized by tomorrow, alright?"

Ella nods. "Yes, Master."

"Now, lets get your harness and collar off," Nicholas says.

Easily he slips the harness off and there's relief from where the leather straps were pressing tightly against her skin, there's even some red marks here and there. The most relief comes from taking off the collar, Ella can breathe correctly now and not worry about being restricted.

"Get dressed," Nicholas orders.

Ella glances around, but her clothes are nowhere in sight.

"Um, Master," she begins.

Nicholas glances back at her. "Yes, Ella?"

"Do you know where my clothes are?" she asks, still looking around. They've completely disappeared. "They're not in a pile on the floor anymore."

Ella didn't even notice when Nicholas had her walking to each X.

"Oh, I put them in the dresser by the door," Nicholas informs her. "For now on, when we train, you'll take your clothing off and put them in the top dresser drawer of the dresser on the right side."

Ella turns to the wall where the door is, it's the wall she never really looked at. On either side of the door, there's a Victorian styled dresser. Both are black with white knobs.

"Go ahead and get them," he assures.

Ella walks over, opening the top drawer. There her clothes lay, folded.

"Your shoes are on the side of the dresser," Nicholas quickly adds.

When Ella takes the clothing out, she notices something wrong. Her undergarments, they're gone. There's no bra or underwear.

"Where are my bra and underwear?" Ella asks, looking back inside the drawer, but it's completely empty. Nothing inside is inside, and nothing is stuffed between her clothes either, just her socks.

"Look in the drawer below," Nicholas replies.

Inside the second drawer, Ella expected to see her undergarments folded like her shirt and pants and jacket were, but instead she sees a large organized pile of colorful, lace lingerie. What?

"Um..." Ella whispers.

"They're yours," Nicholas admits. "How dare you wear underwear and bras from Walmart."

Well some college students can't afford to take a luxury trip down to Victoria's Secret or some fancy lingerie store whenever they please and buy what ever they please. Actually, there are some very rich college students on campus that can do that, but Ella's not in that mixture of students. She wishes, but she's not.

But that problem is clearly solved because Ella's staring down at what must be hundred of dollars worth of lingerie and according to Nicholas, is hers. All of it.

Ella picks out the most flattering set, it's a pastel pink lace with a lighter shade of pink for the embroidery, which is flowers.

"Good choice, Ella, pastel colors look good against your pale skin," Nicholas complements.

She can't help but smile as she eagerly slides on the underwear that are actually not underwear, but a thong. Yet she doesn't mind, the material hugs against her hips welcoming, and the bra, technically a push-up bra, lifts Ella's breast in a way they've never been lifted before. They're up in the air, all perky like.