Tialla, Eranor, and Rosewood had all left the blacksmith’s shop. Eranor and Rosewood both looking at their new collars. Eranor’s was no doubt the more impressive, but the one Rosewood had on was nothing to slouch at. It wasn’t the reactive metal of Eranor’s but it was very nice looking, a shinier silver color than Eranor’s black iridescent. Overall, the trip had made everyone in a better mood, even though they were still aware of the eyes of the average person on them.

Tialla was quick to escort the group back onto the train that made it’s way back to the royal pyramid, and she just as quickly made her way through the corridors to the elevator to her quarters.

“Ah queen,” a familiar voice cut through the hallway.

“Oh Aldyn!” Rosewood said happily. Though when she said that the two looked at each other, and suddenly for the first time that day Rosewood grew embarrassed about her outfit, and Aldyn was similarly flushed.

“Rose,” he stammered looking away. “You’re looking very uh …”

“Let’s just uh …” Rosewood stalled for a moment. “Let’s just not talk about it.”

“Agreed.”

“Was there something you needed Aldyn?” Tialla said hoping to move past the awkward moment.

“Oh, right I just wanted to let you know,” Aldyn said deliberately avoiding looking at Rosewood. “The boys are already examining the package we brought back. They are confident they can replicate most of it.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful news,” Tialla said happily.

“I shall keep you abreast,” Aldyn shot a quick look at Rosewood. “I mean I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you, Aldyn,” Tialla nodded. “I’ll see you later we still have prep to do before tomorrow.”

“Lots of prep,” Rosewood added.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Aldyn said giving a small salute before leaving the girls to call their elevator. The group was only inside for a moment before Eranor and Tialla both shot a smirking look at Rosewood.

“Whaaat?” Rosewood complained with a blush.

The elevator soon opened and Rosewood was quick to walk out and take charge, yanking Tialla’s arm around as the leash Tialla was holding was torn from her hand as Rosewood stepped off.

“Ok girls we got a lot of practice to do and not a lot of time to do it,” Rosewood said with a drill sergeant-esque tone.

“I thought you were supposed to be the one listening to me,” Tialla grumbled.

“I will be,” Rosewood put her hands on her hips. “After we get done here, you’ll be the picture prefect master.” Tialla rolled her eyes. “I’ve got some commands for you to go through written down in my room, we’ll practice in the den.” Rosewood quickly walked off, the lead Tialla was holding dragging along the ground as she briskly walked off.

“I guess we should go wait for her to get back,” Eranor said begrudgingly.

“I guess so,” Tialla sighed.

The two girls did just that, lounging around in the den until Rosewood returned, a small list in her hand.

“All right I’ve got some simple commands here,” Rosewood hit the ground running, handing the list and her leash over to Tialla who took it with a grimace. “Now remember. Calm but firm commands, correct the stance accordingly, don’t be mean, but don’t be forgiving.”

“I got it Rose,” Tialla said in frustration.

Despite what Tialla had said she definitely didn’t have it. There was some obvious difficulty from Tialla at commanding her two charges around. She found the whole thing uncomfortable and awkward not unlike the trip they had taken outside earlier. While Eranor was doing her best to hit the positions, Rosewood was constantly making deliberate mistakes to try and get Tialla to be more assertive, much to the frustration of Tialla. The only positive thing to come from this brief training session was that Eranor felt confident that she could hit the positions first try. Though Tialla was no more confident in her commanding, and was only increasingly frustrated along with Rosewood.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Tialla said after Rosewood once again deliberately messed up her sit command.

“We don’t really have time for a break Tialla. You need to get this down.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure Eranor needs a diaper change,” Tialla looked at Eranor hopefully. “Right Eranor?”

“Uhhhhh,” Eranor paused for a moment. Struggling to fill her diaper like Tialla was asking her. Though she did find it easy to do so.

“She’s not supposed to tell you when she needs a change,” Rosewood reminded. Tialla stopped to glare at her, which gave Eranor enough time to finish wetting her diaper.

“Eranor,” Tialla said closing her eyes. “Come here and let me check your diaper.” Eranor meekly came over and just silently let Tialla squish the front of her diaper. “Look at that soaked, looks like we do need a change. Come on Eranor.”

“Oh, I can come ….” Rosewood started.

“Just Eranor please,” Tialla left quickly holding Eranor’s hand. Eranor was half dragged back into her room by Tialla, fast enough so Rosewood couldn’t follow. Eranor had never experienced an angry diaper change before, so this experience was a first, but it was clear Tialla didn’t really want to talk about things, so Eranor just kept her pacifier in while the new diaper was somewhat forcibly taped on her, and she found herself now more casually walking back to the den.

“All clean?” Rosewood asked with a smile. “Then we can get back to it.”

“Rose,” Tialla grumbled under her breath. Rose smiled in ignorance. Eranor was becoming just as frustrated as Tialla at the prospect of continuing this training. “I wanted to take a break.”

“And I told you we don’t have time.”

“I thought I was the one in charge!”

“Not nearly enough yet,” Rosewood said in frustrating calmness.

“Rose I’m gonna strangle you I swear!” Tialla yelled out in anger.

“I told you before, don’t be angry. It’s calm dominance.”

“I’ll calmly dominate your tail off of your ass!”

“That’s not at all what I said. Were you even …”

“Rose!” Eranor broke up the argument by speaking up. “Can you stop for two seconds and look at what you’re doing?” Her breathing was heavy as the frustration of the past few minutes had been building up in her.

“I know what I’m doing,” Rosewood said knowingly. “I’m teaching Tialla how to handle her slaves.”

“You’re not just her slave Rosewood.”

“I mean I know I’m her nurse maid too but I …”

“You’re her mother Rosewood,” There was a silence in the room after Eranor had shouted the statement. Tialla was hanging her head low, hinting at the truth of the statement.

“Eranor I don’t know if you’ve noticed but …”

“You’re not her real mother yes,” Eranor stuck a finger in Rosewood’s chest. “But you may as well have been. Her mom stuck her with you to take care of. You raised her. You taught her everything she knows. So can you please take a moment and think about how that is making her feel.”

“I …” Rosewood started to speak back, but then stopped to look at Tialla, her face still hanging low with exhaustion, and to Eranor’s who’s eyes were firey with anger. She suddenly lost her voice and went over to Tialla, grabbing her hands gently in her own. “I’m sorry Tia,” Rosewood said gently. Tialla fell into Rosewood burying her head in Rosewood’s chest. Rosewood gently rubbed the back of Tialla’s head. “Tia I’m proud of you.” Rosewood said softly. “I know this is hard for you. I know you don’t want to do it, but I know that you can. You’re strong. You’re so strong, and I am so happy that I helped make you that way.” Tialla took in a deep breath with her head still buried. There was a hint of drying up of some tears as she withdrew her head from Rosewood’s chest. “I’m sorry I’ve been hard on you.”

“It’s ok,” Tialla said softly.

“We can take a break now sweetie,” Rosewood said with a nod of her head. “If you need it.”

“No. No I …” Tialla rubbed her eyes for a moment. “I’m good. I’m good. You’re right, I can do this.”

“Yes, you can,” Rosewood smiled and patted Tialla on the shoulder. “You can do this.” After the motivation Rosewood took her place next to Eranor again. “Do your best sweetie.” Eranor gave a confident smile to Rosewood and Tialla resumed her domly attitude with new found vigor and determination.

“Ok,” Tialla took a deep breathe. “Sit!” she spoke with an almost perfect tone, and both girls quickly obeyed.

With her new found determination the next session went surprisingly well, and Tialla was in brighter spirits about her new role for once. It was after another few hours of this session that Tialla confidently called it.

“I think we’re done. Good girl Eranor.” Eranor took the opportunity to take a seat on the ground, noting her diaper squish as she did, they had been at it a while after all. “And Rosewood …” Tialla couldn’t finish whatever she was going to say as rosewood embraced her in a hug.

“You did such a good job sweetie,” Rosewood said encouraging. “You’re so good you may even have Castor following your commands.”

“Well, I doubt that,” Tialla blushed. “But I’m glad you think so.”

“I would say I would make us all a victory dinner,” Rosewood started happily before faltering. “But I am beat. Tialla is a real slave driver right Eranor?”

“I’m not gonna dignify that with an answer,” Eranor giggled.

“I’ll go get one of the servants to bring us something up in just a moment,” Rosewood giggled leaving the room.

“Hey,” Tialla said going to where Eranor was sitting. “I really appreciate that.” Eranor blushed. "For standing up for me."

“Anything for my Nana.”

“Don’t’ brush this off,” Tialla said donning her new found domly voice. “Take the compliment and say ‘thank you Nana’”

“Thank you, Nana,” Eranor couldn’t hide the blush as she said that.

“Good girl,” Tialla said with her usual voice patting Eranor’s head. “Come on let’s get you in your high chair.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. I'm sorry for the wait on this one. I was just swamped last week and couldn't find time to write, but now I'm recharged and back on the saddle. Obviously the culmination of this chapter is the confrontation between Eranor and Rosewood, where we get some real insight into Rosewood and Tialla's relationship, and helps everyone understand how uncomfortable this would be for Tialla. Stay tuned for more and if you want to read the chapters early then check out my patreon over at patreon.com/bigred0603