Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Something still seemed...wrong with Mistress, as when Rook removed her clothes, he did notice that her body remained highly tense, and once she had been fully disrobed, she had an arm tightly crossed over her chest. Rook didn't know why she was doing that, but it didn't bother him--the only thing that bothered him was how... off his Mistress still appeared to be. At her whispered command to simply set her old clothes aside for a different servant to manage, Rook did so, carrying them to the nearest available empty surface to lay them down on. He did stand up--for the first time--to do this, letting his leash hang over his back. This wasn't too unusual for him, it wasn't possible for Pets to never stand on their hind legs, nor was it possible for his leash to always be held by a Mistress' hand, so in a private setting like this and in the course of carrying out other duties, it was fine. But it was the first time he wasn't holding himself lower to the ground than Evelyn. He was slightly stalled when she said she had no preference for what to wear next, and that he should 'grab anything'. But...how could he decide something like that? He was just a Pet. She did thankfully give him one criteria, anything but blue, but that still didn't help. Rook frowned...but, Mistress had given him the commands, and so he had to carry them out....somehow. He walked over to her wardrobe and opened it, looking the dresses hung up inside. He examined each of them. What to choose? What if...he picked wrong? She had said anything but blue, but what if there was some other criteria he should have already known about and thought of? That happened frequently with the training Mistresses. But even then, with the training Mistresses, he could always at least guess the intent and desire of them from context and was able to be more responsive...but here, he had nothing. He did think that the blue had looked very nice on her. But she wanted something that wasn't blue...he glanced his own head over his shoulder at her, then back at the wardrobe...well, it might be slightly 'close' to blue, but, perhaps this would look nice on her? Rook finally settled on a soft, warm, teal-colored dress from the wardrobe. Not a deep or flashy color like some of the others in the wardrobe, but a comfortable pastel. Rook dearly, dearly hoped he selected well. He walked back over to Evelyn, who was facing away from him and towards a window, 'hugging' herself, although when she glanced her head over her own shoulder, she would, briefly, see how large he truly was, standing up at full towering height with his broad, hunky body. But then, before she could have enough time to really take in his size, he was kneeling back down behind her, bringing himself back down to a more 'manageable' height as he held up the dress, and started preparing to put it on her. At the same time...he noticed, again, just how tense her body was. Looking at her bare, naked back, it was impossible to miss. Her muscles were so taut and on-edge. He could almost see the knots of stress in her back, even. He just...wanted her to feel calm . I...do not know what is still bothering Mistress Evelyn... He said behind her in a quiet voice, but still filled with his rich and warmly smooth voice. And then...since some training Mistresses liked it when he displayed affection for them, before he began to dress Evelyn, he leaned his head forward, opened his mouth...and dragged his warm, damp tongue up one of her shoulderblades in a gentle lick. If there is anything Pet can do to help Mistress Evelyn, Pet will do it...Pet can see you look very tense...Pet can massage your back, if you want? Pet just wants to see you happy and calm... Rook said, before he then started to help Evelyn into the dress, gently and carefully, getting it up around her body enough that he could begin to lace the dress up, again being shockingly delicate with how he handled his fingers. It was no stretch to imagine how good a massage from those very same fingers might be... Last edited May 17, 2019