The Submission

Kieran trudged through the hallway, his eyes fixed on the floor. He had been tasked with cleaning Ellie's room, a duty he performed with a sense of resignation. It had been weeks since he'd been forced into this role, and he'd grown accustomed to the humiliation. But that didn't make it any easier. As he entered Ellie's room, he was struck by the familiar sight of her black tights-clad legs, propped up on the bed. She was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through social media with an air of superiority. Kieran felt a pang of resentment, but he pushed it down, knowing that showing any emotion would only give Ellie more power over him. He began to tidy up the room, his movements methodical and efficient. Ellie's gaze flicked up from her phone, and she watched him with an intensity that made Kieran's skin crawl. "You know, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with condescension, "I've been thinking. You're getting better at this. You're learning to submit." Kieran's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they locked gazes. He felt a spark of defiance, but it was quickly extinguished by Ellie's stern expression. "I'm trying," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Ellie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know you are. But it's not just about trying, Kieran. It's about surrender. It's about giving up control and letting me take the reins." Kieran felt a shiver run down his spine as Ellie's words hung in the air. He knew what she was talking about – complete and utter submission. It was a prospect that filled him with dread, but he also knew that it was inevitable. As he continued to clean, Ellie's gaze never left his. He could feel her eyes on him, boring into his skin, searching for any sign of weakness. Kieran knew that if he showed any, Ellie would pounce, using it as an opportunity to push him further into submission. The air in the room was thick with tension, and Kieran felt like he was walking a tightrope. One wrong move, and Ellie would swoop in, taking control of the situation. As he finished cleaning, Ellie beckoned him closer. "Kieran, come here," she said, her voice husky. Kieran hesitated, but he knew better than to disobey. He crossed the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Ellie was sitting on the bed, her black tights-clad legs stretched out before her. She patted the space beside her, and Kieran felt a sense of trepidation. "Sit down, Kieran," she said, her voice commanding. Kieran sat, his eyes fixed on the floor. Ellie's hand brushed against his, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. "You're doing well, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with approval. "You're learning to submit. But there's still more work to be done." Kieran's heart sank as Ellie's words hung in the air. He knew what she was talking about – further humiliation, further degradation. But he also knew that he had no choice. As he sat there, Ellie's hand still brushing against his, he felt a sense of resignation wash over him. He was trapped, caught in a web of Ellie's making. And he knew that the only way to survive was to submit, to give up control and let Ellie take the reins. With a sense of defeat, Kieran looked up at Ellie, his eyes meeting hers. And in that moment, he knew that he was hers, completely and utterly hers.