SubscribeStar Story: The Tutor, Part 44

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Part 44

I was still trying to wrap my head around this bizarre and utterly demeaning experience.

The collar was one thing. While I wasn’t the most experienced girl in the bedroom, it’s not like I was a naive virgin or anything. I was vaguely familiar with kinky toys, especially from the way some girls liked to gossip about their sexual adventures. The fact that Annabelle and I had made out a few times meant that the eighteen year old potentially saw us as ‘partners’ of some kind. Based on the way she acted around me, however, it was pretty clear that she didn’t have something like dating in mind. A fling, then? I wasn’t sure.

The point was, the leather accessory at least made a little sense in that regard. She could just be experienced for her age, and into stuff like that. Being some form of dominant girl, and seducing/manipulating her older tutor into . . . I wasn’t sure. I was still on many fences about many things, and only here because the collar hadn’t been unlocked yet and we hadn’t done any mathematics. Similar to yesterday, I wasn’t sure if sticking around was even a good idea, as I felt even more confused and vulnerable than before. Did I need another night to sort myself out? The first one didn’t go very well, considering I couldn’t get the redhead out of my mind when I was alone, and actually sent her a lingerie pic before going to bed.

But what was this?!

Trixie had bossed me around a couple times before. Dishes, and laundry, and today’s bathroom scrubbing as well. It wasn’t until she slapped me in the face and started treating me like an actual pet that I realized just how much of a hold she had over me as well. It’s not like I was attracted to her, or wanted to impress her, or anything else that was more Annabelle focused. However, it had gotten to the point where I was used to listening to her. Being thorough with every chore, and not quitting until she said so. And now that Annabelle had passed her to me, there was some pressure from both girls to be the ‘obedient pet’ that I agreed to be. Well, not actually. More like I agreed by omission, because I had been too turned around and flustered to have the mature conversation that I had originally planned to about how I was the tutor and she was the student. Instead, I was going to be a literal pet for a little while until I could find any semblance of a backbone.

“Mere, come,” Trixie said. She had been focusing on the pots and pans she had put back on the burners after Annabelle left and after I had sat on the floor in a mortifying show of submission. Either she was done with the dinner prep, or was taking another break.

Regardless, I didn’t dawdle. Getting up as hastily as I had dropped down, I blushed all over again at the command that was just as degrading as something like ‘sit.’ Or maybe I had been blushing a little bit ever since I had crossed my legs on the floor, and this was merely a darker pink I was feeling on my cheeks. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. I didn’t want Trixie to chastise me again, and I also didn’t want her to report back anything negative to Annabelle. Stepping forward, I reluctantly met her eyes. “Yes?”

“You’ll have to learn how to cook properly for Ms. Annabelle,” she said, “I have a list of her favorite meals, as well as the required nutrition for her workout regimen. Both meals and drinks must adhere to both, and it’s imperative that she enjoys what is served to her. If you do it right, she will not be bothered by the way healthy elements are woven into the things that she appreciates. Do you understand?”

On a conceptual level, sure. That’s how I tended to prepare meals for myself, albeit on a far less intricate level than what Trixie was probably talking about. I was more thrown by the suggestion that I would be cooking for Annabelle in general. I had helped her a little bit before in the form of mincing, but otherwise I had been on dish duty. Doing more than that didn’t make a lot of sense, when my time here was meant to be dedicated to teaching. Chores, too, apparently. Except that cooking was a bit more than a ‘chore,’ and the learning curve alone was enough to make it a job that I wasn’t particularly suited for.

Nonetheless, I quietly muttered, “I understand.” After everything that had led up to this, I was still walking on eggshells around her. Trixie was subtly intimidating, which was something I hadn’t noticed until I had been tasked with helping her. And now that she had been instructed by Annabelle to ‘train me,’ I had no idea what to expect. Hell, I was still trying to wrap my mind around how they could use such phrases so casually.

“Good girl,” Trixie said, “And what are you, Mere?”

Flushing a little bit more, I glanced away and muttered, “I’m a pet.”

“An obedient pet,” she clarified.

“An obedient pet,” I echoed.

“Say the whole thing, Mere.”

“I’m an obedient pet . . . ”

“Good girl.” Trixie reached out and patted the top of my head. Despite what would normally be a teasing or patronizing gesture, she didn’t seem particularly amused while doing it. “We’ll get started on your cooking lessons next time, so you can be included in the process from the very beginning. For now, you will take care of the dishes.” She pointed out all the things she was done with–cutting boards, various cooking utensils, and a couple of dishes she had mixed or prepped things in before putting them to use.

I did as I was told. It was like I was in a trance, as my body seemed to move almost independently of my mind. Because this couldn’t really be happening, could it? It wasn’t even the back of my mind. I was actively aware that this was very much not who I was, or why I was here, and yet I continued to play the role of the ‘pet’ I had been pushed into. It didn’t help that Trixie was not the one to talk to about any of this. Annabelle was the one who had delivered me to her, and the blonde maid was once again focusing on taking care of multiple heated cooking surfaces at a time. My chance to talk this out with Annabelle was long gone, and it felt like I wouldn’t get another opportunity until everything in the kitchen was done. Hopefully that would be the extent of my ‘training,’ because I really did need to accomplish the original goal I had come here for.

The dishes didn’t take very long, as most of the hand washing work tended to come after a meal. The pots and pans were still both hot and full of food, and nothing had been served up yet. “Umm . . . ” I turned towards Trixie after drying my hands off, “I’m done?” I couldn’t help the uptick, as she could very well have more things for me to clean that I hadn’t noticed yet.

“Good girl,” Trixie said, without taking her eyes off the stove in front of her, “Now, let’s try this again. Mere, sit.”

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