The Tutor, Part 64

Speaking my decision was one thing. Following through on it was something else entirely. 

The kennel before was daunting, though obviously not quite as daunting as going down on a girl when I still hadn’t yet sorted out my sexuality shift. And since I was constantly in a mental state where I subconsciously wanted to both impress Annabelle and avoid her judgment, I could only hesitate so much. 

Tentatively stepping forward, the collar around my neck suddenly feeling a lot tighter, I was quickly faced with the reality of what was required to get inside the degrading place. Bending at the knees, I slowly knelt down in front of the opening and dropped to all fours in order to awkwardly crawl/climb into the cage. 

It definitely wasn’t too cramped, yet it didn’t have a ton of room at the same time. My whole body easily fit, and at least there was a thin dog bed that was sized to be flush with the metal walls. Embarrassing as it was, the alternative would have been far less comfortable. The moment I was fully inside the kennel, Annabelle came over and closed the door behind me. “That’s a good girl,” she said. Producing a lock from seemingly out of nowhere, though I had probably just missed wherever it had been sitting due to my focus on the more obvious addition to her bedroom, she made short work of going one step further than someone would with an animal. 

I watched the whole thing from over my shoulder, as I was still on my hands and knees. Obviously a human girl would be able to get out of something like this if it was latched normally, but the *click* of a lock complicated things. “Umm, Miss . . . ” I trailed off, not sure how to react, or what I was feeling. It’s not that I was scared. While the young redhead was intimidating in a number of ways, I definitely didn’t feel like I was in danger at the moment. However, this was all so new and unfamiliar, and there had been next to no discussion about it, either. 

“Umm, Mere,” she rolled her eyes, “This is where you belong. From now on, you’re my pet at night, and my maid during the day. Yes?”

Shifting until I was able to sit cross-legged in the confined space, realizing right away that the only way to be in the position was to stay slightly hunched over, I partially lifted my hands to cover my bare chest before remembering that I wasn’t supposed to do that. Because I was brave, because she had already seen me exposed; because clothes were a construct. All kinds of reasons that countered my natural impulse. “Well- I have-” I paused, unsure whether this was a dominant game she was playing or actually what she meant. As always, Annabelle was impossible to read. “I have class,” I mumbled. Putting aside the fact that it was insane to be subservient to the younger girl in a number of demeaning ways, even if it was low key hot at times, I did have university to worry about. My experiences with Annabelle this week had caused me to miss my study group yesterday, and I clearly wasn’t going to get much schoolwork done tonight like I’d normally spend a good portion of my afternoon/evening doing. Tomorrow was Friday. I had three classes to attend, one of which had a quiz scheduled; even if I wanted to play maid–which I still wasn’t sure whether or not I was getting paid for–I couldn’t just give up one of my weekdays.

Annabelle scoffed. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who has class.” She gestured down her nearly naked body as if she was wearing an elegant outfit, which ended up causing my eyes to follow her hand. Taking in her bare breasts, toned stomach, and slender legs, I also ended up belatedly visualizing what she was referring to. When wearing more than just a thong, the redhead before me tended to wear clothes that would bankrupt me if I dressed like her for half a week. 

Flushing, I mumbled, “I mean, school. Classes, An- Ms. Annabelle.”

Tilting her head, then placing a hand on her hip, she asked, “Don’t you ever skip? Live a little, Mere. Take a long weekend.”

Okay, but I already did skip. Today. Because I didn’t want to go to class in a collar. Though it wouldn’t be that suspicious if I missed two days in a row, as I already lied to a number of people and said that I was sick. If it were someone else, a Thursday/Friday combo would raise a few eyebrows. The difference was, I was a really diligent and dedicated student. My teachers would believe me, and maybe even let me make up the quiz without docking me a letter grade. It just felt really bad to take advantage of my studious reputation for the sake of catering to Annabelle’s every need, when I actually felt perfectly fine.

Sensing my hesitation, Annabelle asked, “What are you, Meredith?”

As usual, the rare use of my full name was more effective than I cared to admit. I would never be used to hearing it in her voice. “I’m, umm-” It didn’t take long for the phrase to come back to me, “I’m your obedient pet, Ms. Annabelle.” Most of the words were right there on the back of my hand. 

“That’s right. So, be obedient. I command you to skip class tomorrow.” She expectantly raised an eyebrow.

Being nearly naked myself and locked in a cage didn’t particularly boost my confidence or give me much of a backbone. Grimacing a bit, as the side of myself that was a good student found it difficult to accept the verbal affirmation quietly escaping my lips, I muttered, “Yes, Ms. Annabelle.”

“Good girl. Now, stay. I’ll come check on you later. While I’m away, think about what we did a few minutes ago. And, you know, if you want it to happen again.” She turned and walked away, giving me an unfettered view of pretty much her entire backside save for the little strip of fabric buried between her lower cheeks. Pausing at the door to glance over her shoulder, right as I started to register the fact that she was apparently going to just leave me locked up in her room, she said, “Miss me.” 

With that, she turned off the lights and closed the door behind her.