The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 25: How to Birthday Bestest

Chloe had never considered herself to be much of a dancer, beyond the mindless gyration one did while half-drunk at a club or the goofy sway people tried to do when they slow-danced together. She was sure that she didn't have any real grace or beauty of movement, no natural talent for motion that turned the act of dancing into the art of dance. And yet, dancing for Mittens in their living room, seeing the happy look of awe on her sister submissive's face, Chloe felt like a magical swan.

She'd offered up the idea of a dance as a birthday present, a gift that honestly came only from her and did not need to be purchased by Master on her behalf. She'd had little doubt that Mittens would appreciate it, but had been surprised by just how moved the amazing little cat-girl had been by the offer or just how entranced she'd been while watching. It was as though her unskilled body had somehow become a figure of elegance, as light as air; a thing of ephemeral beauty.

And, perhaps, she truly did look elegant and graceful. She'd festooned her otherwise naked body in long rainbow lengths of ribbon, which trailed behind her every movement, seeming to float around her as she turned and swayed. She'd intended it to seem more like a sexy dance, something a bit silly and cheesy. Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten lost in her own motion, her own emotion, shifting from something goofy to something heartfelt. Her love for Mittens giving her wings to fly.

Even Master's rapt attention, leaning in the doorway of the living room, made her feel like her dance had grown far beyond just the meager skill she really had. She could see the look of utter love in his expression, the wonder of watching his adoring slave leap and spin for them. They were both genuinely drawn to watching her, radiating more love for her than she'd ever believed she could feel from another person, much less two. She felt a need to earn their amazement, to attempt something spectacular for them, but she made herself dance just with her heart, making up her steps as she went, recognizing, deep down, that it was her that made the dance beautiful to them and not the other way around.

As the song she'd chosen, a particularly beautiful piece of music she'd found online, came to its end, she made an awkward, over-the-top, bow; her chest heaving from the exertion, body glistening with perspiration. She was instantly rewarded with applause from both members of her audience, Mittens giggling jubilantly and bouncing on the sofa with glee. Glancing over at Master, she was surprised to see him discreetly wipe a tear out of one eye.

Surely, she'd not been that good.

"That was so amazing, Chloe!" Mittens gushed, leaping up from the sofa and pulling her into a firm hug. "Thank you for the awesome present." She kissed her once on the side of the face, then again on the lips. The second one had considerably more passion than the first.

"I'm glad you liked it. It is just something from the heart." Chloe said with a little shrug. "It's hard figuring out what to get someone when you don't own anything anymore." She gave a little chuckle, grinning a special grin at Master. They still hadn't given her Chloe's other gift yet, the one that Master did pay for, but she wanted to wait for that one.

Mittens laughed. "Well, you've been doing a pretty good job of it today."

Chloe chuckled with her, realizing that she had been giving similar gifts already. The three of them had woken up together in a heap in Master's bed that morning. They'd quickly arranged themselves with Mittens being put in a snuggle sandwich, which she wasted little time turning into something far bawdier and more interesting. Chloe, however, had slipped out early on in the escalation, letting it be just those two for a bit, so she could make a breakfast for them.

They'd eventually come down together, Mittens' arms firmly laced behind her back in her special binder and being led by Master on a chain, to a waiting Chloe, dressed in lace stockings and gloves. She played the dutiful slave girl, standing between them, tending to her Master and feeding his pet cat forkfuls of waffles. It hadn't taken long, though, before the food was abandoned and it was decided to take liberal advantage of their willing slave instead.