Showing Off

You and Chloe sit, chat, and joke around a few more minutes when you hear the door close and the dead bolt click locked again.

"Hey Fiona!" Chloe calls out.

You could hear Fiona take off her shoes and coat as well as the crinkle of paper. Your sister strolls in with a plain brown paper bag in one hand and a cardboard tray with two coffees in the other. She wore a typical Bailey dress, the black t-shirt, and had her long hair back in a simple ponytail. It was simple, casual, and yet she looked incredible. She gives Chloe a look that told you she wasn't thrilled to see her.

"Hello Chloe." She says coolly. "Home so soon?"

"Yep!" Chloe chirps, oblivious to Fiona's frosty tone.

"Chloe's been kind enough to arrange things so we can stay here a few days." You inform your sister. "Just us, alone."

"Oh." Fiona immediately warms up to her cousin. "Well, good."

"Yep." Chloe shoots her a finger gun. "Aim to please."

You rub your chin and feel the slight stubble from a day's growth prickle your thumb, trying to hide your smile as an idea strikes you.

"Thank her Fiona." You order her.

Fiona looks at you and instantly catches on to what you were doing. Her feelings about it were a mystery for the moment. She straightens her back and turns to Chloe and obeys her command.

"Thank you Chloe." She says with slight bow of the head. "Jesse and I appreciate all you've done for us."

Your cousin's brows furrow as she looks up at her suspiciously. "Uh, yeah, sure Cuz. No sweat."

"Fiona. Why don't you tell Chloe how you feel about her. I mean really feel about her."

Fiona glances your way and pauses briefly, but soon obeys. "I love you Chloe. I think you are a very special woman and I feel blessed that you are in my life."

"Huh? Oh, uh, I love you too Fiona! What is happening right now?" Chloe was flustered and you were loving it. You decide to show off a little.

"Give me my coffee Fiona."

She turns back to you. "Yes Sir." Setting down the bag on the coffee table she removes one of the cups and passes it to you. Chloe looked on in total confusion. As you tear back the lid Fiona says. "I'm afraid I didn't know how you took your coffee Sir."

You sip. "Mmm, bitter."

Fiona sets down the other coffee, opens the paper back, and digs out a single sugar packet and a stir stick. She approaches you and deposits the sugar into your cup then stirs it for you. Removing the stick she steps back and waits. You take another sip.

"Perfect."

She nods. "I will remember."

"Whaaaat...is going on here?" Chloe says. Fiona ignores her completely and you just shoot her a wink.

"Fiona, did you find the breakfast I wanted?"

"Yes sir."

"Bring my bagel sandwich."

"Yes Sir." She bends down to reach into the bag again but you interrupt.

"Using only your mouth."

She pauses, looks at you, and nods. "Yes Master."

"Master?" Chloe whispers.

Fiona gets down on all fours and, like a dog getting into a package of dog food, rummages her face into the open paper bag. The sound of crinkling and tearing is heard as she struggles to find purchase with her mouth on the paper wrapped sandwich. You wait patiently, taking a sip or two of the sweet warm coffee as you do so. Chloe was cluing in and a big smile was growing on her face as she watched her eldest and most overbearing cousin do your bidding.

Eventually Fiona pulls the sandwich from the bag held tight between her teeth. She crawls on all fours, not an easy task in a dress, over to your chair and very carefully place the sandwich upon your knee.

You stroke her soft hair. "Very good."

"Thank you Sir." She sits back into a kneeling position and sits tall and proud. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in her regal countenance. If anything she seemed as confident and imperious as ever, only now it was her servitude and not her dominance that she wore with such utter pride. Her chin high, her demeanor composed, her hazel eyes unblinking, she turns to her cousin.

"Jesse is my Master now." She says with a newfound dignity. "He has accepted me as his ****. I am his."

"She is mine."

"Ohhhhh MAN!" Chloe pops up off the sofa. "I wanna be a **** too!"

You hold up your hand to stop her. "We're not playing Chloe. This isn't a game."

"Okaaay."

"Besides." You look back and smile at your sister. "I am a one **** master. Only one may wear my collar."

Fiona cannot hide the smile flitting at the corners of her mouth. She bows her head. "Thank you Sir."

Chloe slumps back down onto the couch with a huff. "Darn. Sounds fun."

"Perhaps you can do that with your Daddy tonight?" You suggest.

This cheers her right up. "YEAH! Ohhhhh, I'll be the best little **** girl he ever saw!"

You chuckle and unwrap your sandwich, you really were starving. "Hungry Chloe?"

"Nah, I ate at Mom's."

"Good." You bite into the breakfast bagel sandwich. "Go ahead." You tell your sister.

She returns to the coffee table and unwraps her own and also begins to eat. For a test run of demonstrating your dominance to an outside party you thought that had gone rather well. The three of you transition into a lively conversation, Chloe had a million questions, as you and your **** enjoy your first meal as a couple.