Loathe to Love Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Loathe to Love Ch. 05

... reaction made my blush brighten, but the embarrassment was overwhelmed by my giddy excitement. Most importantly, I did want her to pet me. And I knew the best way to ask.

"Meow!"

Moments like those were both the standard I strove to follow and my greatest source of comfort when my spirits were low. Unfortunately, low spirits proved the rule rather than the exception--especially as Natalia's list of rules more than doubled in size within a few days of its conception.

"I've just had an idea," Natalia declared one morning as she jumped out of bed, an excited gleam in her eye. She grabbed her journal and started writing. "Rule four: You may only start eating after I do."

The next day, her journal was out again. "Rule five: You will inform me of your daily plans each morning."

And once more the day after that. "Rule six: When we walk together, you will stay behind me and to my right."

"Rule seven: You will always be honest with me."

"Rule eight: You are to treat me with respect and deference."

Wary of forgetful errors, I started spending more time each day reciting and memorizing my new expectations. When Natalia was around, I triple-checked each of my words and actions to ensure they weren't against the rules. Rule eight in particular was a constant source of stress--lacking a concrete sense of what was or was not sufficiently respectful and deferent, I erred on the side of caution and became much quieter and more demure.

After a few days of being ...

... caught up in her own enthusiasm, Natalia began to notice my altered behavior--how I froze in place for a second or two before walking anywhere to ensure I was in the right spot or frequently cut myself off mid-sentence to avoid saying anything disrespectful. But her reactions to it were difficult to read. Sometimes, she'd give a small smile or praise me when she saw me correct myself. Other times, she'd crease her brow and stroke her chin, appearing perturbed enough that I'd worry I disappointed her.

And then she grew stricter, and my worries were proven correct.

"Closer," she ordered as she led me to dinner, watching me out of the corner of her eye. "And match pace with me. Otherwise, you'll trip over yourself."

I hurried to comply, mentally kicking myself for faltering.

On one occasion, she held up a finger and shot me a sharp look at the start of lunch. I waited with bated breath, a fork full of potato in hand.

She swallowed. "Not until I'vefinished my first bite, kitten."

I nodded and lowered my eyes. "Sorry, ma'am." My heart beat fast in my chest.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. You didn't know." Natalia reached across the table to squeeze my hand. I gave her a weak smile.

By the end of the week, my nerves were raw, I was running on a deficit of sleep, and my appetite was sparse. But I hadn't disobeyed once, andthat was what mattered.

"Do you need anything, my princess?" asked Thea on the morning of my eighth day under Natalia's control. The ...