The Self-conscious Submissive

Tamed

-Monica

Her brows raised in shock at my defiance. She stood up and stalked towards me and I backed away until my back ran into the pole. Her tall frame towered over me her brown eyes bore into mine growing darker by the second until they almost looked black, "Oh Kaijara you're going to regret that, she said in a dark and husky voice."

She grabs my arm and takes off walking her strides are fast and I practically have to run to keep up with her. She pulls me through the dance room and we make our way towards the exit. I looked back at Kaylan's dance studio as we left the lights were still on and the surprise meal I had made for her was still left on the table. Before I could say a word she pressed a button on her phone, "Come lock your studio," she said as soon as he answered. She didn't bother giving him a chance to respond before hanging up and pushing her phone back into her pocket.

She walks us out of the studio and makes her way to my car. She pulls out her keys and unlocks it with her copy. I struggle to catch my breath beside her as she opens the door. She walks up to the passenger door and helps me to get in. She leans over and buckles my seat belt her arm brushing purposefully across my breast.

When I'm buckled in she closes my door and walks quickly around the car to the driver's side. I watch her as she walks my heart racing unsure of what she's doing. When she's in the car she buckles herself and starts the car. 

"M-Master, where are we going?" I ask nervously.

She gives me a side eye, "I told you before Kaijara, my patients were running thin with you. And still, you had the nerve to challenge me. So I'm going to give what you asked for."

I thought about her words. What asked for? What did I ask for? Oh no, I told her to make me.

She drives down the road without explaining any further. So we sit in silence and she cruises down the road. A nervous and excited ball of anticipation built up in my core curious as to how exactly she planned on doing that.

After almost 20 minutes we stop in front of a large cabin. She pulls into front of it and parks the car. She walked around to my side opened the door unbuckled my seat belt and helped me out of the car.  She takes my hand and we start walking towards the cabin. I look up in awe at the large log cabin wondering whose place this was and if it's as nice inside as it is out. I imagine a large bear rug in front of a fireplace and picture Master taking me on top of it. 

I start to get lost in my fantasy but am torn out of it when we starts to walk away from the cabin and towards the wooded area behind it. I look back at the cabin wondering why we aren't going inside. I get confused and start asking her where we're going. She doesn't respond though she just keeps walking me toward the woods. 

Fear starts to rise in me as we get closer and closer it's midday and the sun is now sitting lazily in the sky the light blues are starting to darken and I know soon it'll grow darker.  Why are we going this way what would be going on in the woods? Why won't she answer me? What is she going to do to me? I trust my Master but I've seen enough scary movies not to go to the woods at any time.

We get closer to the entrance of the wooded area a row of trees with a dark shadow stands between me and the cabin's bright and homey feel. My brain yells at me to stop and not let her take me in there. I don't even know where we are whose cabin this is. Are we even allowed to be here? What if somebody comes out and sees us?

I go to stall my body to pull my arm away from her, but before I can she grabs me by my arms and spins me around pushing me against a tree. I let out a yelp but it is silenced by her lips crashing against mine. Her tongue pushes its way to my open and willing mouth and our tongues collide. Hers taking no time to wrestle mine down into submission. My fear starts to slip and is replaced by lust. She takes one of her hands and takes both of my wrist and put them above my head while the other traces down my body grabbing my breasts and squeezing them roughly.