Page 8 of In Bellamira's Chains

“Aha, here it is.” I pulled out a simple dark green satin tank and short set with ruffles along the hems. It was a little small on me, so I never wore it, but that was perfect for Hazelle. The straps would need tightening, and thankfully the bottoms had a drawstring waist. “How does this look?”

Her lips formed into a smile, the first I had truly seen on her, and more of the tension I had left.

“I love it.” She didn’t reach out for it, so I brought the set over and helped her into it.

“Want to pick one out for me?”

Hazelle once again refused to look at me.

“Any color at all. I probably have it.” I knew I did. Maybe not the exact shade, but something close enough.

“Purple,” she muttered.

“Oh?” I leaned over to look her in the eye. “Why purple?”

“It’ll make your eyes even greener.” Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and I couldn’t help but smile up at her.

“Purple it is.” I went through the drawer again, knowing I had a deep purple teddy. When I found it, I pulled it out and showed Hazelle. “How about this one?” It was similar in style to hers but was a one-piece with a deep V-neckline in front, and the bottom hem nearly went up to my hips. In short, it didn’t cover very much, not that I cared or had much to hide.

My Mistress never made me feel inferior to her curvy form. She liked me just the way I was.

“Yes, I like that one.”

Without thought, I pulled off the sheer white dress and blue lingerie before stepping into the teddy. I didn’t miss that Hazelle looked away. She’d get used to it soon enough. We would be seeing each other in plenty of naked positions.

With us both dressed and her hair wrapped back up in a towel, I pulled her into the room and sat her at my smaller version of My Mistress’ sitting area. It held two chairs and a table in front of the fireplace. I sat her in one chair, then called down to the kitchen to let them know we were ready for some food.

“Oh, one second, please. Hazelle, was there anything you don’t like or maybe really do?” Our chefs could work wonders and were already prepared for this, but we had no way of knowingwhat our new addition would want to eat. That was another thing on the list to sort out.

“Tomatoes, no tomatoes and no celery.” I waited for a second, hoping she’d supply me with something she enjoyed as well. “I like fruit. All kinds. And grilled cheese.” I smiled again. Her palette didn’t seem very refined if those were her favorites, but that was easily handled.

“I’m sure they can work with that.” I passed her likes and dislikes along, and they assured me that they’d bring up a variety of sliced fruits and some grilled cheese as well, stating that this was far easier than they had anticipated.

I sat down in the chair next to Hazelle, pulling my legs up onto the seat and wrapping my arms around them.

“Did you have any questions? I can keep rambling, but if there’s anything specific you’d like to know, you are more than welcome to ask.” I could give her all the details, but without experiencing it and helping her firsthand, it wasn’t the same. Given her state, it might not even stick. Thankfully, we had time, and this was just the preliminaries.

“What’s a normal day like?” She stared into the fire, unblinking as she remained slouched in the chair.

“A normal day? Well, a normal day where My Mistress has meetings, she’s in and out, and I spend time playing games, doing puzzles, shopping, taking walks, whatever I want really. My Mistress claims that she has punishments ready for when I misbehave, but I don’t.” I chuckled, knowing that irritated her a little. “I do what she says and am happy to. Why wouldn’t I want to obey My Mistress?” I spoke rather absentmindedly. “If she doesn’t have meetings, it’s similar, but she spends time with me, sometimes sexual, sometimes not. If I’m with her around the estate, I am collared but not chained. If there are visitors or we are out, then I have the chain as well.” I shrugged as it all seemed fairly straightforward and normal to me.

“That sounds nice.”

“It is. With you here, I don’t think much will change, but we will have each other for company when she is busy. Oh, and you’ll get to pick your collar too. I know she has some for you to pick from, and we can have one specially made in the future once you know what you like.” I raised my hand and touched my collar. It was a lovely light blue with clear gems on it. I had many others that matched different outfits. I liked matching, so My Mistress made sure I could whenever I wanted to. “Actually.” I reached back and unhooked my collar before moving over and kneeling in front of Hazelle. “This one matches your eyes. Would you like it as your first one? It’s one of my most comfortable ones.”

I wasn’t sure if My Mistress wanted to collar Hazelle herself for the first time, but Hazelle was mine to do with as I pleased for now and mine to train, and I figured teaching her about the collars was on that list.

“Can I?” Hazelle leaned forward and lightly touched the collar in my hands.

I nodded and stood on my knees, reaching around her neck and placing the collar. It sat a little loose, but it did match her eyes, and I loved how she instantly got a small sparkle there, telling me she loved it.

“Thank you, Elera.” Her eyes watered as she looked down at me, and I smiled up at her. “But what will you wear?”

“I have plenty to choose from. I will go put another on in a second.” I placed my hand on her thin knee, grateful that she worried for me, but truly, she didn’t need to, not here. “You don’t need to worry, Hazelle. I am safe, and so are you.”

I would repeat the words until she believed them, but the small lowering of her shoulders and the breath of relief that fell from her lips told me she was getting closer to understanding how true they were.

Chapter six