It had suddenly become important to me to please her.
“Good girl.” She told me.
I smiled uncontrollably, surprising myself at how pleased her compliment made me.
“Finish it.” She said, watching me tip the bottle to drink the last of it.
“All done.” I said smiling.
I reached over to set the bottle down, but she put her hand up.
“No!” she snapped. “Not yet. Whenever you are in my presence and collared, you will only do what I tell you to do. I will be in charge, and I will tell you what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Understood?”
“Okay.” I said. “I understand.”
“Very good.” She said. “But that’s the other thing girl. When you are collared, you will address me by my name when speaking to me or answering me. Is that understood?”
“Yes Izzy.” I said.
“No. My name when you are collared will be Mistress Isabella. Or Mistress. Those are the ways you will address me girl. Never by Izzy. Do you understand?” she asked me.
“Yes Mistress Isabella.” I replied.
“Good.” She smiled. “And I will address you as ‘girl’. At least for right now. In time as we progress, I will call you other things. Do you approve of this arrangement girl?”
“Yes.” I said.
She stepped closer to me and put her lips close to my ear, while taking a rough fistful of my hair in her hand.
“Yes what girl?” she hissed.
“Yes, Mistress Isabella.” I said quickly.
She let go of my hair and reached out to stroke my cheek gently.
“Excellent.” She said. “You may pick up your pants and shoes and carry them into the house now.”
I bent over and picked up my pants and shoes and turned and went into the house.
“Put your empty bottle by the sink.” She told me. “And put the clothes on the chair in the living room.”
I put the bottle next to the sink and turned towards the living room.
“Girl?” she asked.
I turned towards her, and she stared at me, with one fist on her hip. She raised an eyebrow and maintained eye contact with me.
“Yes Mistress Isabella?” I asked.
“When I tell you to do something you need to acknowledge me.” She said. “Otherwise, I might have to do something to make sure I have your attention. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes Mistress Isabella.” I said. “I’ll try to do better.”
She smiled warmly.
“You will learn girl.” She said. “You and I are going to get along just fine.”
I went into the living room and put my pants on the chair, and laid my shoes carefully on the floor, and then went back into the kitchen.
“What did I tell you to do next girl?” she asked.
“You didn’t tell me to do anything next Mistress Isabella.” I said.
“Then you should have asked.” she told me. “Or waited for me to tell you, instead of assuming I wanted you back in here. When you are collared, I am in charge. When you are collared, you are not in charge. Do you agree?”
“Yes Mistress Isabella?” I said, unintentionally replying as if I was asking rather than telling.
“Not as a question girl!” she snapped. “Say it like you mean it if you are committed to this!”
“Yes Mistress Isabella.” I said. “I mean it Mistress Isabella. I want this Mistress Isabella.”