SubscribeStar Story: The Tutor, Part 43

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Part 43

Annabelle ended up taking me to the kitchen.

I could smell the amazing meal Trixie was working on long before we actually stepped into the room. My stomach felt like it was on the precipice of growling when the various delicious scents hit me, as it was a reminder I hadn’t eaten all afternoon. Considering that this make-up session was supposed to be at 4 PM, I had assumed that I would be getting home with plenty of time to spare on that front. Apparently not.

As we turned the corner into the familiar room from that first day of chores that I helped with instead of staying with Annabelle while she worked on the problems I had assigned her, I was a little frustrated when Trixie was working over the stove and standing in the way of the clock on the oven. I really wanted to know what time it was. 5:30? 6? The numerous bathrooms must have taken at least an hour, but it had felt much longer than that thanks to the detail and thoroughness that had been required of me. And that was before considering how long my ‘conversation’ with Annabelle had gone before she walked my still flustered self down here.

When Trixie saw us enter, she briefly paused what she was working on to give a small curtsy. “Ms. Annabelle,” she said, as a way of greeting.

A curtsy? I was 95% sure I had never seen her do that before. Then again, maybe I had missed it. Or it could just be required after a certain length of time away from her boss. It didn’t quite feel right to call Annabelle a ‘boss’ in that sense, but her family was the one employing the blonde maid. Also, Annabelle certainly knew how to be bossy, so it wasn’t that much of a stretch.

“Are you able to take a short break?” Annabelle asked.

“Of course, Miss.” Trixie took a moment to turn down the heat on a few of the burners, and shuffled a few of the pans as well. Once she had it set so whatever dinner elements were safe from being burned or cooked the wrong way, she turned her attention back to us. Mostly to Annabelle, of course. “How may I be of service to you?”

“Mere will be assisting you for the rest of the evening.” The young redhead nudged me forward, then placed both of her hands on my shoulders to gently yet assertively hold me in place. “She’s agreed to be my maid until I say otherwise, and also my obedient pet. Assume that she’s a bad little girl until she proves she can be good.”

“Understood,” Trixie nodded, “Shall I favor one more than the other?”

How were they being so nonchalant and straightforward about all this?! “Wait, umm-” I began, before being cut off right away.

“Mere!” Annabelle hissed. Gripping me a little more firmly, and lightly pressing her nails into my skin in an almost predatorial way, she leaned forward and murmured in my ear. “Behave, pet. You promised you would.”

“I-”

“Hush. Good girls do not speak without permission. I don’t want to hear one more word out of you. Can you manage that much, Mere? Or are you more hopeless than I thought?”

My head was spinning. This was a total 180 in terms of demeanor, and I still wasn’t prepared for it despite how Annabelle had already shown how she could pivot her attitude on a dime. I wasn’t actually a pet. In fact, I had come here for the sole purpose of getting the collar OFF. And yet, I had no idea how to handle being treated this way, especially when our recent kiss was still so fresh in my mind.

My reluctant silence must have been enough, as Annabelle moved right along. “Better. That includes not speaking to Trixie. From now on, you will ask permission first. Like so–’Permission to speak, Ms. Trixie?’ Try it.”

But- but that was SO demeaning! And Trixie was also a maid. Why was I suddenly being told to address her with a title, when I hadn’t even had to do so for Annabelle until recently? At the same time, however, I was feeling pretty trapped and vulnerable by the redhead’s grip, as well as Trixie’s expectant look. What else was I supposed to do? Blushing, I quietly echoed, “Permission to speak, Ms Trixie?”

“Permission denied,” Trixie simply said.

“That means stay quiet,” Annabelle said. I still only had her voice in my ear, as Trixie was the only one I could see when the girl I was supposed to be tutoring was positioned behind me in such a way. “And don’t ask for permission again for quite some time. Nod if you understand, girl.”

I meekly nodded. My heart was pounding, and I was totally stunned by this turn of events. It was one thing to help Trixie in the kitchen. But to do so with this kind of vocabulary and dynamic set-up casually being tossed around? I was still internally trying to sort things out for myself. The maid uniform and my recent chores, followed by Annabelle’s reminders of all those phrases, had me in quite a submissive headspace. At the same time, it didn’t feel like they were totally walking all over me. I was still a tutor. A university girl. A mathematics superstar. I could put my foot down at any time. Right?

“Trixie,” Annabelle continued, “Come take her by the collar and tell her what she is. I don’t want to deal with her again until she’s a good girl.”

Trixie obeyed without question or hesitation. She strutted right over to us, slipped her fingers underneath the collar, and used the tight leather accessory to pull me towards her. “You’re Ms. Annabelle’s pet,” she said, staring right into my eyes, “Say it.”

Was I- was I allowed to? It felt like a trap, since I had just been told not to speak. I also felt so intimidated by Trixie’s gaze. The girl was barely an inch taller than me, but it suddenly felt like a lot more than that now that she was right in front of me and handling me in such a way.

Reading my hesitation perfectly, Annabelle leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You’re my obedient pet, Mere. You may speak when spoken to.”

“You’re Ms. Annabelle’s obedient pet,” Trixie said, adding in the extra word. “Say it.”

Feeling smaller than ever while standing between the two girls as they dominated me in different ways from an uncomfortably close and still subtly confusing proximity, I barely had a voice as I muttered, “I’m Ms. Annabelle’s obedient pet.” My cheeks were practically radiating heat, and I could only imagine how deep my blush was at this point. This wasn’t really happening, was it??

“For as long as you’re collared,” Annabelle murmured. Her voice was quiet, too, but there was far more confidence in her tone in contrast to mine. She lightly brushed her lips against my neck, giving the softest of pecks a moment later. “No more kisses until you’re a good girl, by the way.”

I actually tilted my head slightly to allow her more room, only to feel like an idiot a few seconds later when it was clear she wasn’t going to do more than a light tease. Not only was I embarrassed by how the gesture must have looked, but it was also in front of both Annabelle and Trixie. This wasn’t even a particularly intimate moment, and yet I had still fallen for Annabelle’s lips. Again.

Annabelle didn’t call me out on it. In fact, she did the opposite in terms of her attention. Her presence near my neck and ear disappeared entirely, and her hands left my shoulders as well. The only physical contact I had left with anyone was with Trixie’s fingers underneath the collar. “You’re a pet, Mere,” she said, giving a tiny tug on the accessory to fully get my attention as Annabelle’s footsteps faded behind me, “Let’s get started on your training. Tell me that you’re a pet, and that you need to be trained.”

Did I have to? It was just the two of us now. Although maybe not. Annabelle could still be right behind me, watching to see if I would follow through on the ‘obedient’ thing when she wasn’t around. It was easy enough to fake footsteps. I still wasn’t sure why I was still doing any of this. There were other girls out there, as my impossible red haired tutee had made it abundantly clear that I was more into the fairer sex than I thought I was before. There were definitely better ways to kiss people than degrading myself in various, non-stop ways. Besides, it’s not like I was seeking a relationship with Annabelle or anything. And yet, there was still that underlying desire to seek her approval, and avoid her judgment. It didn’t make sense, but it worked on me time and time again. That, and I low key was chasing the confusing and tantalizing perfection that she had given me a couple tastes of. Even if I wouldn’t quite admit that last part to myself.

One way or another, I found myself stepping forward into her games, rather than taking the huge backwards step that her absence should have given me the space to attempt. “I’m a pet,” I murmured, awkwardly glancing away, “I need to be trained.”

“Good girl,” Trixie said. Releasing her grip on the collar, she stepped back and said, “Let’s start simple. Mere . . . sit.”

Wait, what? So far, the maid/pet thing had been more figurative. I was completely thrown off by the literal dog-like demand, which ended up being doubly out of place due to the fact that there weren’t any chairs or stools in the kitchen. “Umm-”

SLAP.

Trixie’s hand struck me across the face. Hard. It was almost worse than when Annabelle had slapped me in a similar manner, and far less expected when it came from her maid of all people. “Mere! Bad girl! Were you given permission to speak? Apologize. Right now.”

I was too shocked to do anything but obey. Cheek stinging and eyes watering a little bit, I spoke barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry . . . ”

“You better be,” Trixie snapped. Her eyes narrowed and she scowled at me as she pointed towards the floor by my feet. “Now, sit.”

This time around, I scrambled to do as I was told. I didn’t even think about how insane it was to be doing something like this on command. Fearing another painful slap and/or another harsh verbal reaction from the girl, I lowered myself to the ground and sat down cross legged as quickly as I was able. It was only after I was down there and looking up at Trixie that I realized how far she was leaning into the pet treatment Annabelle had set me up for before leaving me with the girl.

“Good girl,” Trixie said. Her voice wasn’t particularly warm. “Stay, Mere. Think about how you’re going to be an obedient pet moving forward. We have a lot more training to get through.”

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