The Tutor, Part 63

For a second, I didn’t believe what I was seeing.

I knew the whole Master/pet (or Mistress/pet, now that I was constantly being seduced by Annabelle) dynamic was a thing some people enjoyed. Though I wasn’t that experienced sexually compared to some of my peers, I also wasn’t naive. I had heard about collars and other such toys, even if I had never experienced being locked in one before all this.

Still, I had barely come to terms with the excessive obedience being demanded of me by both Annabelle and Trixie. Sitting like a dog, serving the young redhead at the snap of her fingers. Addressing her formerly despite how she was my junior. Literally stripping down simply because she told me to. Then there were all the sapphic firsts I had been coaxed into.

And yet, none of that prepared me for the cage in her bedroom.

It definitely hadn’t been there earlier. Considering how easily I noticed it this time around, there was no way I would have missed it when doing Annabelle’s laundry. Did Trixie get it set up when I had been serving Annabelle in the dining room for an extended period of time? I couldn’t imagine the nearly naked redhead before me would have done the work herself, as she seemed to enjoy being waited on hand and foot.

Ultimately, the ‘how’ wasn’t important. I needed to focus on the ‘why,’ as surely she couldn’t mean what it felt like she meant. “A- Ms. Annabelle,” I started, nearly forgetting the title amidst all the thoughts racing through my mind. “What is- I mean . . . ” Normally, I considered myself well spoken for the most part. However, this was a unique situation. That, and I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re my pet,” Annabelle simply said. As if that explained everything.

Her pet.

In a sexual setting, I could manage that. Mostly since I had been so turned on that I had forgotten all rhyme and reason in regards to my original intentions when coming over. Even as her maid, I had successfully ignored the collar for the sake of getting all my chores done in a timely manner. Looking back, everything was just so blurry. This latest twist made it difficult to think clearly, as did the fact that we were both wearing nothing but underwear.

“But, I can’t . . . ”

“Yes, you can. And you will.” Annabelle shifted to face me, with the usual piercing gaze. “You promised me obedience, Mere. Kiss me. Right now.”

I was a little embarrassed at just how quickly I did as I was told. After being shown time and time again how kissing her felt better than doing so with any past partner, I couldn’t help myself when she gave me the command that I didn’t even realize I was being gradually conditioned to listen to. Leaning in, I parted my lips and briefly brushed against hers before starting with a gentle peck.

Right away, I wanted more. Though she had given me an amazing ride from my peak all the way down until my breathing had stabilized again, I was still a bit warm between my thighs. Not even the sight of a kennel kept me from being subtly turned on and still rather sexually confused after a lifetime of only hooking up with guys. Pushing forward and flushing as I felt my bare chest nudge the increasingly familiar form of her breasts, I ended up being teased in an even more familiar manner.

“You owe me, pet,” Annabelle said. Murmuring the words against my lips while staying a hair’s breadth away from actually letting me kiss her, she said, “After what I did for you . . . ” She trailed off long enough to bring her hand to my crotch and gave me a small rub over my underwear. “ . . . It’s your turn to do something for me. Maybe you should get on your knees and show me that your lips are good for more than just kissing.”

I tensed up at that suggestion. It was a suggestion, right? At this point, I was getting used to Annabelle’s commands, and this didn’t sound quite like the way she talked to me when treating me like her maid.

Going down on a girl? I had no idea how to do that. Even if I was willing to admit that I was way more attracted to Annabelle than when I first laid eyes on her, especially after everything we had done on her sofa, that didn’t mean I was ready for such a big lesbian step. “I, umm-” Blushing more deeply, I could feel my heart pounding at the thought of something so daunting. Not only was it an enormous ask, but I also wouldn’t know what the fuck to do down there. Which meant Annabelle would judge me, and I would probably lose whatever goodwill I had earned throughout the last few hours.

Oh, and she was eighteen. A high school senior. Those details were coming to me less and less frequently, though they were definitely still worth keeping in mind. Mature as she was, both physically and otherwise, we really shouldn’t have crossed so many lines.

‘As we’re both topless in her room,’ I thought. It was honestly easier at this point to forget/ignore all the reasons why this was wrong, as we were long past boundaries and appropriate behavior.

“I’m giving you a choice, Mere. Be grateful.” She pulled back from the briefly intimate position we had been in and once again met my eyes. “Go down on me, or get in your cage.”

My cage. Same as the collar in terms of how she talked about it. As for the either/or that was being pushed on me, I was leaning towards the latter option almost immediately. I just couldn’t bring myself to consider the alternative. Not when I still hadn’t sorted out my feelings towards girls, or this whole Annabelle situation. Which meant . . .

“Well?” Annabelle asked, after a few seconds. Impatient as ever. “What’s it going to be?”

Nervously swallowing, I muttered, “Cage.” Speaking of judgment, I wondered if simply avoiding the other choice would look bad. It was too late, now. I already answered.

“Okay, then.” She stepped back and gestured towards the kennel. “Get in, pet.”