SubscribeStar Story: The Tutor, Chapter 48

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Part 48

My vocabulary was rather limited. Trixie had informed me of the only things I was allowed to say while attending Annabelle, and the casually dominant redhead had reminded me of those restrictions as well. I had no choice but to wait for Annabelle to tell me what else she wanted, as I was in way too deep at this point. Obedience was my best chance of making the rest of the night go smoothly, as going against the grain at this point would undo the hours of work I had put in to ensure that Annabelle was content with me by the time we actually got around to the rescheduled tutoring session.

She didn’t leave me in suspense for too long. Just when I thought all of this had gone too far in a number of ways, Annabelle said, “I want you to strip for me, pet. Right now.”

I just stared at her. What . . . ? The maid uniform was degrading, but at least it was modest. It also made sense for my current role. A hovering waitress, positioned to attend to Annabelle’s every need. Except even after the recent kiss, I hadn’t considered that one of those ‘needs’ might extend so far beyond the food and drink before her. As for my response, I didn’t say or do anything. Denying Annabelle was impossible, but so was taking off my clothes in the middle of the dining room.

“Meredith.” Annabelle set her fork down with slight emphasis to punctuate the rare use of my full name. Turning towards me and resting her arm on the table in a way that shifted the accentuated cleavage in her tight black dress enough to fleetingly draw attention to her chest, she made a point to meet my eyes before continuing, “You said you were obedient. You said you were brave.” Pausing to let both of those pointed reminders sink in, she sighed and said, “Clothes are a construct, Mere. You stripped in my room. You stripped in your room for me, too. How is this any different?”

Because- because it just was! The first time had been when I had been thoroughly relaxed and distracted by her massage. The second had been . . . something else. An odd combination of proving myself and being too confused to refuse a demand for a lingerie nude from all the way across the city. I was still holding onto the excuse that it had been in the name of getting the collar off. Nothing more.

My lips parted to reply, but she held up a single finger to silence me before I could get that far. A fresh reminder of the fact that I wasn’t allowed to speak unless given permission. Her question had clearly been rhetorical, anyway.

“If you’re not going to behave, Mere, you should leave. Is that what you want?”

“No, Ms. Annabelle,” I hastily replied. While leaving might have been a good idea, especially in the wake of that kiss and her current demand, I couldn’t bring myself to take the out that was being offered. I was still locked in the collar, and going home now would put me in the exact same predicament as before. I’d have to skip yet another full day of school, which was unacceptable, or try the non-stop scarf idea and tie it in a way that fully obscured my neck for the entire day.

“Good girl,” Annabelle nodded, “But if you want to stay, I need more than that. You do want to stay, don’t you?”

On the surface, it was the same question. And yet, it felt so different. The word want complicated everything. Since I had rushed through my answer before, it wasn’t until the flip side of things that I processed just what she was asking me. I would normally be able to elaborate despite it being framed in a yes/no manner, as it wasn’t nearly as black and white as she was making it sound. Except, of course, for the fact that I could only address Annabelle in two specific ways. Three, if silence counted.

Hesitant as I was, I still found myself muttering, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.” Because I had just talked myself through the fact that seeing this subservient evening through was the best approach. That meant playing the role of Annabelle’s pet until I could shift the dynamic by acting as her tutor like I was supposed to be. It was the strategy I was committed to, and I couldn’t let the constant surprises and daunting tasks sway me.

“Good girl.” After echoing the demeaning phrase, she beckoned with her hand, “Mere, come.”

I blushed a bit at that. There was no way I’d ever get used to the pet-like commands, no matter how many times she or Trixie said them. Still, I did as Annabelle said, tentatively approaching her chair again.

Once I was within range, she reached up and slipped a few fingers under the collar. Slowly yet assertively pulling me down and towards her, and never breaking eye contact, she said, “Tell me that you’re my obedient pet. Speak.”

It took me a moment for me to collect myself enough to do so. I had half been expecting another kiss, or a whispered warning. Nervously swallowing anyway, as the simple command was unexpected after spending the last few minutes making an active effort not to speak, I murmured, “I’m your obedient pet.”

“Good girl,” she replied, matching my soft tone. Capturing every ounce of my attention with her piercing emeralds, Annabelle went on to dictate, “Tell me that you will do anything I say.”

At that, I faltered. While I had technically already agreed to that, and quite recently, it had been a little more manageable to force out an affirmative ‘Yes, Ms. Annabelle’ to the suggestion. Saying the words myself, however, felt a lot more committal. And yet, what other choice did I have? Annabelle had me by the collar, and it was impossible to focus at such an intimate and intimidating proximity. “I’ll do anything you say,” I said, barely above a whisper. It was a lot to offer, even if we both knew there were limits to what I had been coerced to echo.

“You will do anything I say,” she clarified, “Pets of mine speak properly, Mere.”

“I will do anything you say,” I corrected myself. It had sounded like an easy adjustment in my head, although actually saying it was a little more difficult. Saying it more formally made it feel a lot more real, not to mention more binding.

Annabelle wasn’t quite done. “Now the whole thing, pet. And include my title as well. Can you manage that for me?”

I gave a timid nod. Just like when I had insisted that I was brave when she had suggested otherwise, I now felt the subtle need to prove that I could handle this latest challenge given to me. Taking a quiet breath for courage and making myself meet Annabelle’s gaze when I was tempted to naturally glance away after such prolonged eye contact, I said, “I am your obedient pet, Ms. Annabelle. I will do anything you say.”

“Good girl. One more time, Meredith,” she gave a small tug to the collar, “This time, seal it with a kiss afterwards. Now, speak.”

After saying it once, it was easier to get out a second time. With the impending kiss added to the equation, however, I was too distracted to consider the idea that Annabelle might be using such repetition for that very purpose. “I am your obedient pet, Ms. Annabelle. I will do anything you say.” Just like saying the degrading and incriminating statements were less daunting, kissing Annabelle was also feeling more natural. There were still plenty of muted warning bells in the back of my mind, considering how she was only eighteen and not yet graduated, but we had already done it so many times. It was difficult to freak out about something when it was becoming a more common occurrence.

We shared one of those deep lip locks that was way more than a peck, and yet not actually something that led into a make-out session at the same time. She merely took my lips in that usual perfect way, and lingered just long enough to make me want more before teasing away with a flick of her tongue. “Now it’s a promise,” she whispered. Her breath tickled my still parted lips as she nudged my nose, and those deep green eyes were waiting for me when I finally got around to flitting my own open when it was clear that nothing further was going to happen at the moment. “If you don’t live up to your word, you’ll be sent home. Do you understand, pet?”

Her words took a few long seconds to sink in. Once again, I was thoroughly off balance from a kiss I never should have initiated in the first place. And here Annabelle was, turning all of this into more of a commitment than I really meant, and recycling the implied threat she had used before. There was nothing I could do but give a tiny nod of my head. I was too lost to come up with anything else, and I had once again been fully disarmed and tangled up in Annabelle’s manipulations, seductions, and/or whatever else she was doing to so effectively keep me so submissive despite my original intentions for coming over. “Yes, Ms. Annabelle,” I said, blushing at the realization that I was back to the limited responses.

“Good girl,” she said. With a hint of a smirk, she released her grip on the collar and shifted back in her seat. After a beat, she said, “Strip for me, Mere. Right now.”

It was the same task as before, although now it was now a direct demand. And since ‘anything you say’ was a rather definitive level of obedience, how could I deny her? Similar to the increasingly frequent kisses, it was somewhat possible to justify taking off my clothes since I had already done so for her twice. Hell, she had called out the specific instances when she first told me to strip. And we were also both girls, for whatever that was worth. Honestly, I was mentally grasping for just about anything I could find that would make this feel as acceptable as possible to counteract my impulses to stay dressed.

Unfortunately, there was no time to deliberate. Annabelle was looking at me expectantly, and the silence began to drag on. I stalled for another few seconds by replying, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.” And that was that. I was really going to do it. After all my internal complaints about how ridiculous it was to stand in the corner until Annabelle needed something from me, I suddenly found myself wishing I could be doing just that. At least then, she would be focusing on her meal instead of me.

The young redhead’s eyes were trained on me as I tentatively undid the top button on the maid uniform, and I doubted she would be looking anywhere else until I was done stripping.

Ever so slowly, I traced my fingertips down to the next button.

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