The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 5: Cod and Punishment

When Chloe stepped out of the bathroom, she was dressed all in white, like a beautiful angelic creature. Stockings sheathed her shapely legs, topped with lacy little bows, held in place by garter straps from a simple hook-and-catch cincher made of a satiny fabric with firm, but comfortable, ribbing. Her hands and arms were covered by translucent gloves that had the same style of little bow at the top as on the stockings. There had been nothing else, no panties, bra, or even a pair of shoes. Despite that the outfit left her rather exposed, she had a sense of being well-dressed and felt very sexy. She'd even used a little of the blush on her nipples to add a little more attention to them.

Her only real worry was the fact that she was adorned in solid, clean white and was now supposed to be headed to the kitchen to make dinner. She'd been told that if Master specifically put her in something, she was not allowed to remove it without permission, except in some sort of emergency. She felt certain that she would not be given such permission at the moment, especially since she'd only just donned them. Likely too, she would be expected to keep the gloves clean above all, despite the chore she about to be expected to perform.

Retracing her path, she passed back into the sitting room, through the dining room, and onwards into the kitchen where she once again found Mittens once again sitting on a counter waiting for her. She was adorned in almost the same costume as before, still as mostly naked as before, though Chloe noted that the paws on her hands appeared to have been changed out for a less fluffy version. The petite girl's eyes seemed to glitter as she saw Chloe come in. "Oh wow!" She said breathily. "You look great!" She gave a little giggle and slipped down off the counter.

"Thank you." Chloe said sheepishly, blushing a little. "You changed paws?" She asked.

"Yeah, they's my 'work-paws'." She said with a playful grin, holding them up to allow a better look. "They easier to clean and they's oven-safe." She said jubilantly, wiggling the padded digits of the paws. For the first time, Chloe realized that the design of the paws allowed some limited movement of her fingers and sported a digit to the side, obviously housing the thumb, which had even more range, if still limited, of motion.

"You have thumbs." She said absently. "I mean, your paws. Your paws have working thumbs." She amended with a chuckle.

"They my dew-claws." Mittens cutely corrected her with a grin, waggling the digits as she padded over to the island at the center of the kitchen and grabbed up a pair of aprons, extending one to Chloe. "All my paws have them, actually. So, what should we make for dinner?" She asked as Chloe accepted the offered garment.

"I...um...what are the choices?" She fumbled as she unfolded the apron to put on. She found it to be seemingly more for show than actual use, made of black lace that would leave her nudity beneath it quite evident. It made her grin a little as she slipped the top loop over her head and lashed the ties behind her back. It would at least be some help in keeping the cincher clean of splatters, if only a little.

"Hmmmm." Mittens looked around as she absently fastened on her own apron, something that Chloe considered somewhat impressive, even despite the higher than expected dexterity of her paws. "We should probably keep it light, since we don't know what Master has planned for after dinner." She moved towards the refrigerator. "We have some cod filets we could bake."

"That sounds good." Chloe replied, thinking that fish would be easy to make without much fear of soiling her new clothes, though she grimaced at the thought of handling raw fish with her gloves on. She might have to get clever, already deciding to treat this like a game and a challenge.

"We can steam some greens to go with it." Mittens continued in a chipper voice as she pulled open the refrigerator door, leaned in and retrieved a metal tray with taunt plastic wrap over it. Chloe marveled again at how effortlessly she used the stuffed paws, realizing how unwieldy they must be. She figured Mittens must have spent a lot of time in them to be so adept with their use.