Yes

Willow turns her head, avoiding your gaze. But you also feel her hands loosen their grip on the blanket. You allow her a few moments to come to terms with what she had to do.

Willow breathing speeds up, making you worry that she would hyperventilate. You close the small distance between you, bringing her head into your strong chest. You move one hand up to stroke her head in an attempt to comfort her. "It'll be okay. Trust me Willow.

As your master I promise you shall always be safe with me." Willow buried her face into your chest, accepting your comfort. "I...I will?" Willow asked hesitantly. Continuing to stroke her head you answer.

"Always and forever."

At your words you feel Willows grip completely loosen and the blanket, Willows soul source of modesty, falls to the ground. Your hand grips the hand that had held the blanket to Willows chest in yours as Willows other hand slowly comes up to rest on your chest. You feel Willows soft chest on the back of your hand. You have to resist the urge to take a handful right here and now. "Thank you Willow."

You say as you continue to gingerly stroke her head. After a few moments you motion for Garmen to bring the cuffs over. As he does so you pull Willow hands away from you and behind her back. She trembles in fear but keeps her head buried in your chest while also pressing her body against you. Her breasts gently pressing against your solar plexus.

"It's okay Willow, just relax." You say as you take the shackles from Garmen and place them on Willows small biceps. Ordinarily you would place them on her forearms but her weights there you decide to place them higher on her. This had the added effect of forcing her to straiten out her back, which also made her stick her chest out more prominently. Something you know Willow realized as her cheeks rosy tint spread and darkened.

"Good girl Willow. I am proud of you." You say taking a step away from the trembling Faerie. Willow looks into your eyes with a strange mixture of sorrow and hope. Perhaps she wanted to trust you but was still unsure.

Though you guess she also was not fond of being put on display like this. As Garmen handed you the other set of shackles for her feet Willow let out a small squeal and jumped forwards, pressing herself into you. Her head once again in your chest. "It appears she forgot Garmen was here for a moment. Still this is progress.

I think she is starting to see me as a comfort zone. Guess I'm better than the blanket at least." You muse before gently stroking her head and back comfortingly. "It's okay, just try and forget he is here. Just focus on me."

Slowly you slide down, gliding your hands down her side to keep her steady. Willows breathing intensifies as new and strange feeling come over her. As your face comes to her chest and your hands rest on her hips you take a moment to admire both. Though you make sure not to let it last too long. Don't want to ruin all your hard work so far

Claim her body would come later on. Building trust was far more prominent right now. Continuing to slide your hands down her slender frame you place the shackles around her ankles. Standing back up you take Willow into your arms, rubbing her back once more to calm her down.

"There now. That wasn't too bad now right? And soon you will be cleaned up and ready to go to your new home." Willows wings flutter gently as she silently sobs into you. Being exposed and chained up even more than she already was seemed to have taken an emotional toll on the small Fae. You allow her a few minutes to collect herself before having Garmen show you to the wash area.

As you walk you keep Willow in your arms, ding your best to calm the nude Fae. Willow walks a bit slower due to the shackles but you make sure Garmen does not walk too far ahead of you. Something that Willow silently appreciates. Garmen opens a side door that leads to a sort of bathing area for the slaves.

The bathing area was located in an open lot which allowed passerby to view freely. Seeing the outside was bittersweet to Willow as being indoors was a bit odd for a Faerie as they lived free lives in the wilds of nature. They also wore cloths outside which Willow was in short supply of. Her body trembled as she looked up towards you with pleading eyes. Silently begging you not to take her out there like this.

As she was now she wouldn't eve be able to cover herself with her hands. "We have everything you will need to bath her out here young master." Garmen says, gesturing you to walk through.