The Collaring of Chloe Ch. 02

Chapter 2 -- Welcome to Wonderland

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Though the warm breeze outside had felt cool on Chloe's moist skin, the chill of air conditioning within the house made her body prickle with gooseflesh instantly as she entered. For a moment, the cold air keenly reminded her that she was walking completely naked into a strange house and a brief sense of embarrassment passed through her like a warm blush against the frigid temperature of the house. She refused the impulse to cover herself though, either for warmth or modesty, and simply clung to the tiny lock in her hand as though it would guard her against all.

The room in which she'd entered appeared to be some sort of sitting room or other casual social area, appointed with a collection of comfortable-looking chairs, a plush-like sofa, a pair of standing lamps that seemed quite fashionable, and an array of decorations upon the walls and floor. A beautiful woven rug surrounded the gathering of furniture like a warm circle, bearing a subdued pattern of subtle colors. A large painted mural hung across the wall opposite the door she'd entered, the subject of which was a grand vista of landscape, green and verdant, a tall tree as the centerpiece of the scene.

She noted that a beautifully rendered woman, dressed in a long white gown that billowing out as though in a high wind, was lashed to the tree. Her bound wrists were drawn casually back around the trunk by a thick cord that doubled around the tree to bind her torso also. Another cord bound her ankles in a similar fashion, its rising loop holding her legs. Despite the scene of her being so firmly fastened to the tree, her relaxed posture and character suggested her as a sensual figure for it. It seemed deeply seductive, despite the otherwise chaste nature of the subject. The look of peace about the woman's aspect gave Chloe a sort of chill different from the one the air conditioning was giving her.

To each side of the mural were smaller, framed paintings, each showing a woman in bondage, also with blissful appearances to their demeanors, as though their bindings brought them comfort and security. The one to the left showed the subject laying languidly amid pillows, her torso tightly fitted with a black straitjacket, the texture of the painting suggesting it to be made of slick leather. The painting to the right of the mural showed a woman bound in shackles and chains, but lounging in a gathering of the chains that bound her, hanging from above her like a body-swing. Both women had such serene looks upon their rendered faces that it made Chloe want to exchange places with them, to be bound up in the leather and chains that seemed to bring them such pleasure.

Other artwork was tastefully arranged about the rest of the room, though these were all delicate abstracts. There was also a small bookcase to one side, laden with a number of large books, but Chloe's focus was drawn more to the doors set at either end of the room. One, the left door, was closed, but the other was open and she could see it lead into what appeared to be a dining room, a dark table at its center. She'd again thought she'd caught a hint of motion in that direction, perhaps the same person who'd retreated from the back door, luring her further into the house.

Taking a deep breath, Chloe turned and padded to and through the open door, entering the large dining room confidently, struggling to suppress a shiver of cold. Like the previous room, the dining room was very elegantly decorated. The main table was made of a nearly pitch black wood, naturally black she noted, not enameled or stained, and expertly carved. Its legs were sculpted to resemble women, nude save for collars and supple shawls, supporting the main top of the table, which was broad and strong-looking. She couldn't help but notice that polished steel rings were attached to the corners of the tabletop.

Another mural adorned the wall to her right, this one depicting a beautiful woman stretched out upon a table, her naked body covered in food, of which several people were partaking. Unlike the sitting room's piece, this one was not a painting, but a photograph, professionally taken based on the stylistic qualities. More small abstracts were artfully arranged elsewhere in the room, as well as more of the beautiful standing lamps.

Chloe considered the mural and its subject for a moment, then ran a hand across the hard table-top and the heavy steel ring attached to the nearest corner. She imagined herself lashed down to the top of the table, naked and covered with sticky food, a party of people picking the food from her and eating around her, treating her as no more than a centerpiece of the table. It made her aroused to think about. After a moment, she pulled her thoughts away from her imaginings and looked around.

A door was set halfway along the room on the left wall and a large swinging door at the far end lead into what she expected was the kitchen. She noted that the swinging door was shifting slightly, as though someone had recently passed through it. Chloe also noted that the door on the left wall was cracked partly open, but she chose to go directly into the kitchen, hoping to catch up to whomever she'd been catching glimpses of. Padding across the deep pile carpeting of the dining room, she pushed open the door and stepped into the large kitchen she'd expected to find. She paused only a couple steps in.

The kitchen itself was quite impressive, large and very well arranged with attractive brushed steel appliances and gray marble counters. A large island sat at the center of the space, a rack of pans and utensils hanging above it, obviously intended as a space for the preparation of meals. Side counters encircled about the room, beneath which were white oak cabinets with brushed steel handles. Hanging baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables were arranged in different places.

However, it was none of this that arrested Chloe's attention. At the back of the kitchen, sitting on one of the counters, looking sheepish, was a young woman. She was decidedly pretty, or more precisely 'cute', with big eyes and petite features. Thick raven black hair hung in gentle curls about her head and shoulders, framing a pair of bright blue eyes, slightly upturned little nose, and full-lipped mouth. Her calves and forearms were sheathed in soft black fur, hands and feet sporting large stuffed cat-paws. A pair of large, fuzzy, black cat ears was set atop her head and a black leather collar with a large shiny bell at the front and steel O-rings to each side was around her neck. She apparently had some sort of tail attached to her from behind, the length of it dangling off the counter beside her legs.

Aside from this, she was as naked as Chloe. Petite of body, barely more than five feet tall, with well-formed breasts, perky and round, above a firm little belly. Giving Chloe a shy little wave of her pawed hand, she slipped off the counter, looking abashed and embarrassed. Standing there, Chloe could see that she had a very well-trimmed and groomed thatch of pubic hair, like a soft bit of fur. She was momentarily struck by the amusing thought that is was one of the prettiest pussies she'd ever seen, which, given the rest of her raiment, may well have been the point.

"Um...hi." The girl said in a shy, but somehow playful voice. "You must be Chloe." She gave a little feline smile. Chloe noted that she had tiny fangs to go with the rest of her cat costuming.

"Yeah..." Chloe said hesitantly. "And you are?"

"I'm Mittens." She replied brightly, bouncing a little on her cat-pawed feet with a bubble of pride. "I'm Master's pet kitty."

All of a sudden, the reality of the moment struck Chloe like a hammer. She was looking at another submissive owned by the man who had taken possession of her. The revelation pushed the breath out of her for a moment, feeling a wave of complete surprise. She'd not even considered the idea that she might not be the man's only slave. In her head, she'd imagined only herself and the stranger who would train her.

Despite her moment of shock, Chloe began immediately recovering. While she'd not expected there to be another, she didn't really find the idea upsetting. In fact, it didn't even seem unusual. It was not uncommon for Dominants to have multiple submissives, polyamorous behavior fairly common in the lifestyle. She'd also been around plenty of other naked women during play parties, had played with other women, and had even participated in a threesome with a Dom and his submissive. While she might not have expected to find herself not her Master's only toy, she was not actually opposed to the idea.

The more she considered it, she found herself liking the unexpected turn. She'd wanted this to be a situation that she'd not had negotiation in and that would have elements she would have to adjust to. Another submissive, especially one made into the image of a pet cat, was certainly something she'd have to adjust to, but it was not something she felt she'd have trouble with. Honestly, there was a charming quality to 'Mittens' that made her smile instantly, already interested in learning more about her.

"It's...it's nice to meet you...er...Mittens, was it?" Chloe finally managed, intentionally stepping forward a little, as a show of acceptance.

Mittens chewed a moment on her lower lip, reaching around and gathering up the end of the large fuzzy tail that was somehow attached to her rear-end. "I weren't supposed to meet you until Master had first." She said timidly. "I's just gots curious..." She said in a squeaky way, her poor grammar seeming intentional, making Chloe think of the captions of cute cat pictures on the internet. Again, likely the point.

Between the child-like use of her words and the cute, youthful aspect to her, Chloe couldn't help but wonder how old she was. There was no doubt, given her well-developed figure, that she wasn't a child, but her exact age seemed impossible to pin down. She could be as young as her late teens or as old as Chloe herself, who was twenty-seven. She seemed to have a well-practiced adorable quality.

"I guess that's my fault." Chloe said soothingly. "I thought I was supposed to follow the glimpses of movement. I guess I was supposed to wait for the Master in that first room?"

Mittens gave a slight nod, grinning slightly. "Yeah, I think so." She said, returning back to a more natural voice. "I think also Master wanted to see if you'd wait or wander around."

"Well, I wandered." Chloe said with a small laugh.

Mittens gave a cute little sigh. "Well, since we already met, I guess I could sit and wait with you, if you like." Mittens returned with a hopeful look. "I's already gonna be in trouble, so I's might as well keep you company." She gave her a large cheesy smile, showing off those large feline canines of hers. Chloe noted they looked attached, not just a cheap set of fake teeth.

"I'd like that." Chloe said cheerily, extending a hand out to the smaller girl. "You're very pretty, by the way." She said as Mittens trotted over and put her plush-stuffed paw into the offered hand.

"You're gorgeous." Mittens returned with a note of awe that made Chloe laugh.

While she knew she was far from some perfect beauty queen, Chloe was aware that she was a very attractive woman in her own right. Fit-figured, but softly curved, she had decidedly nice breasts, full and pert, long limbs, and a pretty face set with striking hazel eyes that seemed to have flecks of the same burnished bronze color as her hair. She'd been strongly sought after in her community and instantly popular at gatherings.

"Thank you, Mittens." She said graciously.

As they walked back through the dining room toward the sitting room, now able to see behind the petite girl, Chloe noted Mittens' tail. Thick and softly fuzzy, it extended from the upper cleavage of her butt, much as it would if it had been a real tail. However, there seemed nothing visible to hold the tail in place there. She'd seen anal plug devices that sported a tail, had assumed that was what Mittens had been wearing, but those placed the tail much lower, coming directly out of the anus. This one was set above it.

"It an implant." Mittens said conversationally in that 'little' voice of hers.

"What?" Chloe blinked at the girl, only fully registering what she had said.

"My tail." Mittens replied with a grin, switching back to her normal voice. "It's attached to a surgical implant anchored to my pelvis. It attaches to a device above my butt. It's pretty strong and can take a pretty firm tugging, but you still have to be careful with it."

"Wait...really!?" Chloe half-gasped, uttered shocked. She'd never heard of something like that. It seemed a bit...excessive.

"Yep." Mittens giggled as they arrived in the sitting room. "I also had these done." She opened her mouth to show the cat's teeth that Chloe had already noticed several times now. "These are dental implants."

"He made you get dental implants?" Chloe goggled, drifting into one of the chairs. Suddenly, she was beginning to feel much more anxious about this. Would her new Master expect her to get plastic surgery too? Changing habits and routines was one thing, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be made, well, less human.

Mittens laughed, plopping down onto the sofa. "No, I asked for them, and the tail. I wanted these to better feel like Master's pet. He would have been okay with just a cheap set of ears and a tie-on tail, but I like this much better. A lot less fuss."

"It just seems...so permanent." Chloe said, still astonished at the idea that this young woman had something inserted and bolted to her skeleton just so her tail would sit in the right place.

Mittens laughed again. "I hope so. I want to be Master's pet forever. If I could figure out how to make the ears permanent, I would have that done too."

The look of utter devotion in her eyes gave Chloe a warm feeling. She almost couldn't imagine someone who could inspire such loyalty in someone. Her surge of anxiety began to shift to a more positive feeling for the whole situation. If this man could make a submissive not just willing, but asking to make such extreme changes to her body just to better please him, he had to be someone special. Still, it seemed a bit extreme.

"I wasn't really expecting there to be someone else here." She admitted, also wanting to change the subject a little. "I hadn't really thought about it, just assumed it would be my new Master and me."

Mittens peered at her hesitantly. "Are you disappointed that it's not?" She asked, seeming a little apprehensive.

Chloe gave her a deeply reassuring smile. "Actually, not at all. I think you're adorable. I'm kind of glad for the surprise. Have you been with him long?"

Looking relieved, Mittens nodded vigorously. "I's been Master's pussy for almost three years!" She said jubilantly. Her wording made Chloe giggle.

"It is a very nice pussy." She replied, grinning mischievously.

Mittens' smiled back at the compliment, seeming deeply touched by it. "Thanks! I's proud of it." She shifted to sort of improve Chloe's view of her pubis, lightly petting the soft tuft of pubic hair with a paw. She looked back up after a moment and her smile widened even more, a look of feline mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Can I play wif your boobies?"

The question, seeming so random and out of nowhere, caught Chloe completely off guard, pulling her instantly out of her thoughts. "I...what?"

"Your boobies." Mittens replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "They really nice. Can's I play wif 'em a little?"

"Uh...right now?" Chloe sputtered, still trying to get her bearings in the moment.

"Sure." Mittens beamed. "You can play wif mine too." She gave her chest a little waggle, making her pert set jiggle cutely.

"I...um...." Chloe stammered a moment, before breaking into a laugh. "Shouldn't we wait for Master?"

Mittens grinned a funny grin at her, the twinkle in her eye increasing. "I don't think that's necessary. He's already here." At that moment, there came a soft clearing of a throat directly behind Chloe.