Pet
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Emma crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table as she tried hard to remain calm and composed. The restaurant buzzed with a gentle hum – clinking glasses, soft laughter, and the distant melody of a jazz trio – each sound amplifying the thumping in her chest. She was meeting Tracy for dinner, and she was late, as always. As she glanced at the door for the hundredth time, her stomach flipped.
Tracy had always had this effect on her, a magnetic pull that left Emma both exhilarated and terrified. It had been almost a year since she’d last seen her, yet here she was again, nervous and giddy, caught in a tangled web of emotions she couldn’t unravel. Tracy was more than her ex – she was the thrill her life needed.
The restaurant door opened with a soft chime and time slowed down for Emma. A beam of golden light spilled into the restaurant, and then there was Tracy, stepping through the threshold like she owned the world and not just a piece of her heart. She wore a flowing emerald dress that hugged her figure just right and exuded confidence in every step. Her gaze was fierce yet inviting, daring anyone to look away.
“Emma!” she called out from across the room, her voice piercing through the ambient chatter with an unmistakable lilt. Emma melted in her seat, cursing herself in silence for being so weak around her.
Tracy wove through the tables, her chestnut hair loose over her shoulders. With a grace that turned heads, she reached Emma’s table, her presence transforming the quaint space into their pocket universe. Leaning down, she brushed a light kiss against Emma’s lips, triggering her even more than she hoped for.
“I’m glad you agreed to meet me tonight,” Tracy said, settling into the chair opposite her. There was a playful smile on her lips, one that always made Emma feel like they shared an inside joke only they understood.
“I thought about not doing it this time, but…” Emma bit her lower lip. “I also needed to see you, even after everything that happened.”
“That’s good to hear,” Tracy rested her hands on the edge of the table. Her nails were painted green too to match the dress and the color of her eyes. “I love that you still feel that way,” she cooed.
“Why are we doing this again, Tracy? What do you want?” Emma shook her head as if trying to break free from her alluring aura.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Tracy cocked her head. “I miss you, dear. I miss how good we were together, and I know you do, too. It’s a good day to rectify that.”
Emma’s heart raced at the admission, a longing igniting inside her that had been dormant for far too long. Yet, with each exhilarating beat came a wave of memories – the laughter that turned to tears, the promises that faded before they could blossom.
“I want to believe you,” Emma murmured, tracing the rim of her glass with a trembling finger. “But every time I’ve thought we had a second chance…” she paused, the weight of her past like a stone in her chest, “it slipped away. You’re always leaving me behind, Tracy.”
Tracy leaned in closer, her eyes shimmering like the emeralds of her dress under the soft lighting. “I know I’ve wronged you, dear, but no one else compares to you. You are and will always be my perfect pet.”
The last word hung in the air like a single suspended note reverberating through Emma’s mind. “Pet.” It was a whisper and a command all at once, and as it washed over her, something shifted inside her. A warm wave of tranquility spread from the tips of her fingers to the depths of her soul, wrapping around her like a gentle embrace. Emma blinked, the edges of the world softening, blurring just enough that the bustling restaurant faded into the background.
“There’s something so special about you,” Tracy continued, her voice low and soothing. “You’ve always been so obedient, haven’t you? Like a pet waiting for its owner to return.”
Emma found herself nodding involuntarily, lost within the depths of Tracy’s gaze.
“Good girl. It’s wonderful to see that my triggers remain as powerful as ever. As the night progresses, you’ll realize that having me back in your life is the best thing that could have happened to you. Embrace this wonderful submission and dream only about being my pet,” Tracy declared.
The word “pet” echoed in Emma’s mind like a sacred incantation, each repetition drawing her deeper into a realm where the confusion of her thoughts faded, replaced by an all-consuming longing for Tracy’s approval. It was all too familiar and irresistible as if she had been created to sink into mindlessness for the rest of her days.
“I’m going to order for both of us, my pet, and you’ll love my choice because you love everything about me. Keep drifting in and out of trance and don’t worry about a thing. I’m here to think for you now, just the way you like it. Being my pet means you will never be lonely again. You’ll learn to crave my presence, anticipate my thoughts, and surrender to my desires again.”
Emma continued to look at her in silence, slipping further and further away from the life she had built for herself since the last time Tracy was around. She would eat and drink what Tracy told her to, content about having no choice anymore. As always, the dessert would be served back in her place, a wet and tight delicacy that was as hypnotic as the triggers swirling inside her mind.
“Pet,” she thought as Tracy perused the menu with a satisfied smirk. Playtime was only getting started.
THE END
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