Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Even though he was looking at her back, Rook could tell that something changed in his Mistress, as her posture shifted in a very subtle way after his words, becoming slightly less tensely-held. He saw a faint smile on her face as she turned her head to look at him while keeping one arm over the front of her corset to hold it up. He had done something good? At her question, Rook just blinked and quizzically tilted his head to the side a little. Of course. Mistress does not have to do anything with Pet but what Mistress wants. He said in a tone that sounded like it was self-evidently obvious, yet not in any real condescending way--just simple statement of fact. She turned her head away from him again then, and he listened carefully to her as she spoke, head bowed and voice soft. A brief but sharp stab of panic went through him when she confirmed that she was indeed unhappy, which turned into an ache of concern as she insisted it was nothing he could do anything about, but did ask him to re-tie her corset. This was no problem for Rook even though he had just undone her corset at her command it was a semi-common trial the training Mistresses imposed on him--making him go through the effort of doing something, then making him undo all that effort as soon as he was done. As far as submission-enforcing tasks like that went, this one was simple and near-effortless, and he didn't even give it a second thought he just set about re-tying the laces. Despite how large and ungainly-strong his hands looked, he was able to lace it back up with a quick, easy deftness, re-setting everything firmly enough to be stable, but not tight. His thoughts were more on her comment of her offer being 'ridiculous' and laughing about it. That didn't make any sense, there was nothing ridiculous about it at all, but Rook did not argue the point--he couldn't even imagine arguing with a Mistress. She turned fully to face him then, while he eased back down from where he was kneeling upright on the floor, placing his hands on his thighs. He was not too distressed at her turning down his offer of cuddling, her laugh that time sounded a little more genuinely mirthful. She then started to ask about why he wanted to know her name, and Rook looked worried for a moment. Ah--f-forgive Pet, Mistress, you of course do not need to give your name if you wish other... He started to say, but then trailed off when she proceeded to do just that. He blinked. Mistress Evelyn. So that was her name! He smiled. Mistress...Evelynnnn... He said slowly, still smiling as he savored the sounds. The name of his true Mistress. The name he was now devoted to. Mistress Evelyn! He said one more time, nodding emphatically and still smiling. She then started to say she didn't know what he could do, but then mentioned joining her in the library. He again nodded quickly and happily. Yes! Pet will join Mistress Evelyn, Pet will escort Mistress Evelyn and give good quiet company, yes. She then went on about boring him and not knowing what to do with him. Again, his head simply tilted in a somewhat adorably-looking quizzical way, even on such a large and very masculine male. Mistress Evelyn cannot bore Pet. Pet is happy to be at Mistress Evelyn's side. With seemingly nothing else to say, it looked like Evelyn was ready to go, but...Rook then immediately spotted that there was still one missing thing. Oh! There is one more thing, Mistress Evelyn! Then Pet can escort Mistress properly. He turned around and, without getting to his feet, crawled on hands and knees swiftly across the floor back to the bed--weirdly seeming as if it was effortless and normal for him, despite how bipedally-unnatural it was. He reached underneath the bed to grab for something, then turned around and nearly as swiftly crawled back to Mistress. He knelt upright and settled-back before her again, as he raised both hands to her, held palms-up, and showed what he was lifting with them... It was a collar. A very large and thick black leather collar, with a shimmery-silver outer surface inlaid with golden floral-design tracery. The collar was unbuckled, and also had a rather long leash already attached to it. Since Mistress Evelyn is keeping Pet, if Pet is worthy...please, Mistress, seal me fully as your Pet. If the collar pleases you of course! If it does not, Mistress Evelyn may of course use any other collar she wishes instead. But if it does... Buckle the collar around my neck, make your ownership of me complete and final. Make me your Pet, and no one else's. Let all see that Pet belongs to you, in Pet's proper place. Rook then fell silent and held still as he waited, hands out and palms up, collar resting right there for Evelyn to pick up. His hugely-fluffy tail was also very conspicuously swishing side to side on the floor behind him, in short, rapid, eager wags. And his face, he looked so very much like he was... looking forward to this, a face full of hope and anticipation... Last edited Mar 5, 2019