The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 11: The Value of a Lock

Chloe was having a growing difficulty concentrating on the movie they had settled in to watch together. Nestled against Master, inhaling the soft scent of him, the warm feeling of his arm around her bare waist, she found herself with a growing desire to do something other than just sit there with him. Mittens was curled up on his other side, but she appeared as completely rapt in the movie as Master.

After putting away the groceries, at Master's suggestion, she and Mittens had gone to take a shower together while he changed into more comfortable clothes and picked out some entertainment. The two spent more time giggling and horsing around under the hot water than really cleaning, but eventually managed to get the job done, taking turns washing each other's backs and hair. Once they were all dried and clean, Mittens' tail reattached and ears returned to her head, they had presented themselves for Master to dress for the evening, but he'd given them leave to wear whatever they wanted for the rest of the night.

Mittens had donned an overlarge black tee-shirt, the neck of which was big enough that it exposed one of her shoulders, her furry leg warmers over a pair of regular socks, and the fuzzy arm warmers. It seemed strange to see her without the paws, but there was still a definite feline quality to her regardless. Chloe had returned from her room wearing just a pair of argyle knee socks and matching elbow length gloves that she'd found, aside from her ribbon. She had realized that Master liked his girls in gloves and hose, so she'd wanted to stay with that ideal, but otherwise, she wanted to be naked for him. Mostly because she sensed that his allowing her to dress as she wanted was his way of giving her space to be non-sexual for a while, in case her experience with the man at the store had made her feel awkward with things.

The truth was, though the man had rattled her, the sense of safety Master and Mittens gave her had quickly made the experience less traumatic. While she appreciated that he was thoughtful enough to consider how it might have affected her, it wasn't needed. It was hardly the first time she'd dealt with something like that and, this time, she'd had someone who'd come rushing gallantly to her rescue. It hadn't made her regret all the rest of the incredible day or diminish how good she'd felt all dressed up for her Master.

What she really wanted was to play together, to get back to where she'd expected her day to end. The idea of Master taking her downstairs to the dungeon and just wearing her out, sending her into a headspace of pleasure, sent little chills of excitement through her. She knew he was trying to be sweet and give her some room to recover, but she didn't need that room. What she wanted was to be reminded that she was his to do with as he pleased. That she was here to pleasure him as his slave and to take comfort in being owned.

She looked again at the two of them, absorbed in the movie, and considered whether she should try to motivate them towards something more interesting. She figured that it would be easy enough to just ask Master to stop the movie and explain her feelings, but a part of her had a sudden desire to be a little more mischievous than that. Being unexpectedly naughty might send a much clearer message than just asking him for what she wanted. Even if being so bold motivated him to spank her for her naughtiness, she would still pretty much be getting what she wanted.

Making her decision, she shifted as though to adjust her position for comfort, which resulted in Master lifting his arm a little to give her the room to move. Using the opportunity, Chloe slithered around onto her belly and slid back on the sofa. Before he could realize just what she was doing, she slipped her hand down the front of his pajama pants and under the waistband of his underwear, deftly worked her fingers around the lovely manhood she found within. By this point, she'd gotten his attention, but he seemed still too taken off guard by her actions to react other than just stare down at her.

A moment more and she'd fished him out of his briefs and over the top of his pants. He started to say something, but she popped his cock into her mouth so quickly that all he got out was a syllable before her tongue swirling around his member made it truncate to just a noise. Mittens goggled at what was going on a moment before giggling. Chloe felt him quickly engorging in her mouth, taking great satisfaction from the feeling.