The Self-conscious Submissive

House Rules

-Monica

I'm in the apartment again, but this time there is no woman giving me a tour. It's officially mine, it's furnished with pictures on the shelves of people I don't recognize. Friends? I wasn't sure, I walked through the house looking for pictures of me with familiar faces but I found none. This was my home I knew that all too well. I recognized the stain on the couch from when I spilled soda laughing too hard at my favorite sitcom. I recognized the expensive-looking painting hanging over the mantel that I had got from a thrift store. I recognized the sweet scent of my vanilla bean incent mixed with the faint scent of palo santo that I used earlier in the day to clear the negative energy I felt in the room.

This was my home it had been for a while and yet it was unrecognizable because there were pieces missing from it. Pieces of me that I couldn't get back. I lay on the couch and covered myself with the blanket and then turned on the air. It was warm but I needed the comfort and calming feeling that it gave me. I was off something about me felt off I just couldn't figure out what. Why did I feel so empty? I had a beautiful home, a great job that allowed me to pay the bills and have money to play with, friends lots of friends that I was active with from what I saw in the pictures. But still, something was missing.

"Your place is to always be by my side Kaijara, be it in my bed or on my floor. From here on out you will sleep in my room," goosebumps raised on my arms as her voice whispered across my mind. Words from Dylan's past haunt me again. Her voice, Dylan's voice, the voice that made me grateful I was sitting down because it made me weak in the knees. I scanned the room for her but she wasn't there, why couldn't I see her? 

That is not my place anymore, I left. I chose to leave and I'm not turning back. "A slave belongs by their Master's side, they feel incomplete without their Master, they feel an emptiness if they're not serving them, they are only happy when they are pleasing their Master." I put my hand to my chest as I listened to her words. Is that why I feel so empty? Why does everything feel so wrong here? No, I'm not, I can't be your slave anymore. 

"Who do you belong to?" her voice whispered in my ear. That question that same tantalizing question from the night before. I wasn't going to be fooled again, I knew this time it was a dream. Why does she keep appearing in my dreams? "From here on out you belong to me. Your entire existence from this day forward is to please me. From the time you wake up in the morning to those sweet dreams you have at night. I want serving me to be on your mind." Her words have a permanent hold on my mind causing me to obey even in my unconscious state. I can't let this happen I can't continue to let myself be controlled by her. 

 Suddenly she's sitting behind me as if she's been there the whole time. I feel her strong arms wrap around me. She kisses my neck and her warm breath tickles my skin. Why do you keep doing this? Why won't you just let me go? I left and you cut me off there's no reason to keep playing this game anymore. 

Her hand moves down my body and squeezes my thigh. "Because you are my Property, Kaijara."  Her words completed me and broke me at the same time. I can't be that to her anymore, I was just going to hurt her, to hurt Trinity, hurt myself. I can't. I've thought this through it's for the best, I just need to stay away from the both of you so you don't get hurt. She slid between my legs making its way to my spot. I widened my stance allowing her to have full access to me. "you are an object Kaijara, objects don't think they obey." 

Her hand smacked down on my pussy sending an unannounced pain straight to my clit and rippling through my body. I dug my nails into her skin as the pain seared me and made me wet and wanting more. 

She rubbed the sting away and gave a pleased growl when she felt my excitement, "See Kaijara, how your body reacts to me. It wants me so why do you deny me?"