Eranor was pouting a bit as Tialla led her by her leash through the halls of the spacious personal quarters of the palace. Eranor wasn’t expecting to be on the same level as her new master, but to already be being lead around on a leash by Tialla, while she was naked no less. It wasn’t how she wanted to start the relationship off. She was at a loss for words about the whole situation honestly. Tialla was smaller, and it seemed just as old, if not younger than her. Yet here she was being bossed around by her. She wasn’t even being paid attention to, Tialla was more interested in catching up with Rosewood. Eranor had to contain herself a little. It was probably better if she was ignored, considering what personal slaves often had to do for their masters.
“Oh and this will be your room um …” Tialla spoke unconfidently and looked at Rosewood for an answer.
“I’m sure calling her Eranor is fine,” Rosewood filled in.
“Well, I didn’t know if I should, like, call her slave or not.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, and I’m sure Eranor appreciates it if you use her name.” Eranor straightened up at finally being addressed, but wasn’t sure what an appropriate response would be. “Geez you two really need to lighten up,” Rosewood complained.
“I’m sure you can appreciate that this situation is …” Tialla stared at the Miqo on the end of the leash she was holding, Eranor blushed covering her bare chest with crossed arms. “Awkward for both of us. Maybe we should talk after Eranor has clothes on.” Tialla blushed with Eranor as she looked at the naked Miqo.
“Oh yes well I’m sure this will spark some conversation,” Rosewood smirked knowingly. “Please by all means show Eranor to her new room and get her dressed in a new outfit.” Tialla looked confused for a moment and then furrowed her brow at realization. Eranor shuffled nervously.
“Yes well,” Tialla did her best confident domineering stance, but it was farily obvious she was nervous. “Let’s show uhh little Eranor her new room.” Tialla opened the room in question and led Eranor inside.
Room might have been a bit generous in describing it. Nursery was more accurate. There was no bed, but there was a crib, No wardrobe, but there was a changing table, and no bookshelf with books to read, but there was a rather large playpen with childish toys to play with. Considering that Beastkin were considered babies for much longer than the elvish races, the furniture wasn’t even that much larger than what one might find in a typical Beastkin nursery.
Eranor was genuinely confused at this turn of events. She couldn’t say she was disappointed exactly. As a personal slave, she expected her “room” to be a small cage under her master’s bed. While this crib wasn’t much better than a cage, she at least had a room.
“I had my old room refurbished,” Tialla explained. “And my old nursery furniture moved in and sized up a little.”
“It’s bigger than my room,” Rosewood rolled her eyes in an obviously overdramatic fashion.
“I’m,” Eranor paused after finally speaking up. “Confused.” She finished after finding the right word.
“I don’t think there’s really much to be confused about,” Rosewood commented.
“Maybe I can explain while we’re getting you dressed yeah?” Tialla said anxiously, leading Eranor by her leash over to the changing table. Eranor laid down still processing what all of this meant, while Tialla and Rosewood got to work securing her wrists and ankles to cuffs attached to the changing table, keeping her unable to move off the changing table itself. With a final chest strap across her chest, she couldn’t do much more than wiggle. About the time Tialla was fluffing up yet another adult diaper is when things started to click for Eranor.
“Wait no?! Diapers? Again?” Eranor complained but as she was now, she could only protest and wiggle on the changing table. Tialla finished fluffing up the diaper and slid it under Eranor’s waiting bottom.
“Yes well,” Tialla explained with a blush. “It was my idea really. It’s symbolic you know. It shows how your country is now protected by mine, like a mother might care for a child if you will.”
“So you’re gonna keep me in diapers for the rest of my life then? For your stupid metaphor?” Eranor said angrily. Tialla blushed as she started wiping Eranor clean with a baby wipe.
“If you prefer you can be the traditional pet,” Rosewood cut in sternly. “I’m sure I can kind a kennel for you to spend the rest of your days in.” Eranor was silent at this remark, but kept a grumpy expression.
“Now Rosewood, I think it’s fair that she may be a little upset,” Tialla cut in thoughtfully.
“It doesn’t matter if she’s upset. She’s your slave,” Rosewood was just as stern with Tialla. “You decide how she gets to live, and she’s supposed to accept it.” Eranor grumbled at this comment and Tialla sighed while applying some baby powder.
“Rose,” Tialla said quietly as she started to tape Eranor’s diaper up. Unlike the ones she had been wearing on the way over here this one seemed designed to be juvenile. While the others were plain with only a simple color this one was a soft lavender and decorated with some light blue stars. Made to be babyish, something Eranor was going to be getting used to.
“Or maybe that whole metaphor thing is bull shit and you’re just doing this so you don’t have to be mean to her,” Tialla stopped what she was doing briefly at the comment by Rosewood. That pause was enough for Eranor to realize that what Rosewood said was true. “We have two days before the general Castor is here, and he won’t be impressed with this.”
“General Castor,” Eranor spoke up recognizing the name. “That’s the general of the elf army. That’s the monster who invaded my home.” Eranor started to struggle against her restraints. “If I find out you’re in league with that monster.” Eranor was cut off by a sharp painful smack to her thigh. She winced in pain and sucked in through her teeth, as Rosewood matched the slap on her other thigh.
“You will NOT think ill of your master Eranor!” Rosewood chastised.
“I am not in league with Castor Eranor,” Tialla said more gently. “My goal is, and has always been, to keep the elves out of beastkin lands, which is why I am negotiating with him to being with.” Eranor was silent as Tialla explained, she pulled against her restraints once more but they held firm and so did the expressions of Rosewood and Tialla. “I need you to understand that Eranor. Understand that I only have your best interest at heart.”
“And my best interest is served by parading me around as a child, humiliating myself and my country to the Elf that just invaded us.”
“That is not something for children to concern themselves with,” Tialla replied quickly.
“It’s not your place to question your master’s methods,” Rosewood translated into a more commanding tone.
“If it’s not my place to question, and if I don’t have a choice, then why do you care at all?” Eranor stated petulantly.
“Because I don’t want to beat you into submission Eranor,” Tialla answered honestly. “I’m not that person. I can’t do that. That’s why I need you to understand.” Eranor sighed and released the tension she had been holding against her restraints.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” Rosewood asked. “Or do we need to leave you tied up on your changing table to think about it?”
“Fine fine. I’m fine masters,” Eranor said calmly.
“No, say it back,” Tialla commanded flatly.
“I’ll be a good girl,” Eranor said with a blush.
“Good,” Tialla said releasing a breath she was holding. “Now let’s get you up. I have some lovely dresses for you to wear, and I’m sure you’re hungry from your journey. We can get you fed and then bathed as well,” Tialla said happily. She released Eranor’s restrains and Eranor sat up. She took Tialla’s hand and let her new Master, or caretaker maybe, help her off the changing table. She immediately realized that these diapers were even thicker, and louder than the ones she had grown used to wearing on the trip here.
Eranor waited patiently while Tialla perused the stocked closet in the nursery, settling on a simple dress.
“Nothing too fancy for now,” Tialla mused happily. “You’ll have your bath soon,” she retrieved the dress, a short white one with some floral print across the bodice. “Arms up,” Eranor couldn’t help rolling her eyes as she obeyed and found the dress slid over her. Despite Eranor’s attitude, Tialla seemed to be having fun anyway. With the dress on Eranor, Tialla finished the look by clipping a large pacifier onto the dresses collar.
“You do look exceptionally cute Eranor,” Rosewood cut in with a smile. Eranor was not as amused, pouting as she noted the short dress only covered the very top of her diaper. She looked ridiculous, no doubt that was partly the point. It really didn’t matter though; she didn’t have much of a choice.
“She is remarkably adorable,” Tialla smiled as she put Eranor’s pacifier into her mouth. Eranor let the thing fall out of her mouth and get caught by the clip. “Aww don’t be such a poor sport. Rose, do you think you could whip us up something for dinner?”
“Oh, I certainly can my queen,” Rosewood said excitedly. “Ah I missed my kitchen out on the road,” Rosewood excitedly ran down the hall presumably toward the kitchen. With the two alone Tialla approached Eranor and calmly removed the leash from her collar.
“Doesn’t really suit a little one I think,” she whispered. “But do come along let’s get you fed.” Tialla looked back at Eranor expectedly, and Eranor blushed a little.
“Th-thanks master,” Eranor said unsure.
“I don’t think master really suits me either,” Tialla said thinking. “We can think of something later. Maybe nana? That sounds pretty good.” She looked at Eranor as the two walked down the hall toward the kitchen.
“They’re both a little embarrassing for me, if I’m being honest,” Eranor replied unsure.
“Yes, well some of that is expected I think,” Tialla said sympathetically. “I thought mommy would be the most appropriate, but it doesn’t seem right to me. You’re older than me I’m pretty sure.”
“I do believe so,” Eranor answered.
“I’ll keep thinking on it, but do let me know if you have a preference.” The two had finally made it to the small living area, that had a similarly modest kitchen attached to it, where Rosewood was busy away at a stove, grilling some kind of meat over the fire rune powered oven.
“What’s she doing off her leash?” Rosewood accused.
“I didn’t think it quite looked right,” Tialla shot back.
“I leave for just a few moments,” Rosewood sighed flipping the patties of meat over in her pan. “She should at least eat in her high chair,” Rosewood said sprinkling some spices over the meat. “Don’t think you really have any extra room at our small table. Unless you want me to start eating from the floor already.”
“Not funny Rose,” Tialla silently fumed as she scooted the high chair from a spot in the kitchen and into the living area.
“Wasn’t trying to be,” Rosewood said simply.
“Well hop up dear,” Tialla said once the high chair was brough next to a small table in the living area. Eranor looked at Tialla unsure and pleading. “Rose isn’t all that wrong there’s not a whole lotta room at the table up here, besides it looks cozy to me.” Eranor sighed and scrambled up into the high chair. She didn’t really have that far to climb, but still she was off the ground. She then found herself strapped into the chair with a little strap across her waist and her diaper, pressing it against her. Shortly afterward a small wooden tray was laid across the arms of the chair and secured with some traps. Eranor was stuck, if rather loosely, into her high chair. “Wonder how much longer Rose is going to be?” Tialla wondered once Eranor was secure in her high chair.
“Not much longer,” Rosewood spoke up, entering the room with three burgers on a large plate.
“Ah good timing,” Tialla said happily. “I’ve missed your cooking.”
“Not much of a chef are you my queen,” Rosewood smirked placing a burger onto Eranor’s tray.
“Not quite,” Tialla admitted. Eranor was already digging into the burger when Rosewood set an oversized baby bottle of juice onto the tray as well. Eranor was too busy enjoying the well-cooked burger to complain about the childish drink container.
“Ah gods,” Rosewood exclaimed as she took a bit of her own burger. “Beats trail food that’s for sure.” Tialla giggled as she sat down with rosewood at the small table. “You know we’ll need to practice commands tomorrow.”
“Bah! Why do you insist on ruining a good dinner?” Tialla complained.
“Because it’s important,” Rosewood said seriously.
“I’m sure you’ve given Eranor the run through.”
“It’s not Eranor I’m worried about,” Rosewood said knowingly. Tialla blushed and focused on eating her burger for a while. “Tialla,” Rosewood demanded attention.
“Ugh Rose!” Tialla spoke in frustration. “I know we’ve got to work tomorrow, and I know I have to be more … assertive.”
“Dominant,” Rosewood corrected, but Tialla winced at the word.
“Dominant,” Tialla corrected herself. “Can we just worry about that tomorrow?”
“Castor will be here in two days.”
“I’m aware.”
“And you are not the intimidating queen you need to be.”
“I’m aware.”
“And there’s no point in playing this whole charade unless you…”
“Rose!” Tialla spoke loudly. “I. Am. Aware. Can you please drop it so I can enjoy my dinner.”
“There, that’s what we need,” Rosewood said pointing her finger.
“You are so frustrating sometimes,” Tialla sighed and went back to her burger. She stole a look to Eranor who gave a worried look back, though she remained respectfully silent. Tialla groaned at being silently judged. “Eat your food Eranor,” Tialla said seriously. “You too Rose.”
“Yes master,” Rosewood respectfully gave a small bow causing Tialla to scoff.
AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. This is really our first big amount of time with Tialla, and this one focuses mostly on her relationship with Rosewood, which will come up again more though next chapter is all about Eranor and Tialla. You can read that next chapter right now over on patreon at patreon.com/bigred0603. Hope you all enjoy.