This choice: Camille looks stern, and impatient as you exit. • Go Back...Chapter #7Camille looks stern, and impatient as you exit. by: Mr. George   You see her look you up and down as she waits for you to finish being processed. You look like a hyper-inflated barbie, and dressed by a four year old with a fetish for pink. You reek of apples and sweets, after being sprayed before passing through the final doors.
Without warning, she doubles over. For a moment, you panic, you may not like her but you don't want her dead... you don't want her ill.
Your original feelings return when you hear the laughter bubbling out of her mouth.
She has trouble speaking through her choking laughs.
"Wow!!! You just took everything that was offered."
"Wait... What!" you snarl. You march over to confront her, but your heels make your hips shift and sashay as you totter nearer. They chime on the smooth marble floor announcing your footwear to everyone with ears.
"I. didn't. have to. wear. this." you snarl. Flecks of spit come from you as you deliberately pronounce each word.
Still bent over, she cranes her neck back, and you peer down at her through your cleavage.
"Yes. Just tell the machanoid, that you're not going to wear it, and it'll offer you something different."
She wipes away tears of joy, as she asks. "Did you even object to one piece of clothing...." she smirks, and starts to giggle before you can even answer.
"I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me." you whine, it sounds petulant even to your ears.
"Ma'am, do you accept responsibility for this submissive?" the android's dispassionate voice interrupts.
"I had to put on frilly underwear... Why didn't you tell me I could object..."
Ignoring you Camille presses her thumb against the stomach of the droid. It leaves behind a luminous green fingerprint.
"Consent accepted." It trundles away leaving the two of you alone.
There's still a wide smile on her face, but Camille has her humour under control, she stands upright and looks you over with a more measured glance.
"I don't want to see you again." you snarl. "I've had enough of your jokes. I'm getting my clothes and heading off, if you try to contact me I'll just have you blocked."
Camille listens, but doesn't pay you any heed.
"You should stamp your foot, and threaten to hold your breath too." she said mockingly.
You ignore her final barb, and look around for the baggage pick-up point. The sooner you reach the university the sooner you can register your arrival, get some accommodation and prepare to work.
"It's this way..." she gestures to the side, and together you march off to pick up your luggage. You have to bite your tongue, about her following you, she will have her own luggage after all. You decide to ignore her, and not talk.
The lack of conversation just makes your heels tik - tik - tik sound louder to your ears.
If you could you'd walk faster and get away from her but the heels slow you down, and you end up walking a pace or two behind Camille.
"There's something you do need to know." she doesn't turn. But clearly she's addressing you.
You don't want to answer, but it might be important. You give a non-committal snort.
"A natural submissive, isn't allowed too much freedom. In fact, she has to have a responsible adult to make her decisions."
You grind your teeth. Concentrating you totter faster, until your chest brushes against Camille's arm.
"I'm not a submissive... natural or otherwise." you hiss angrily.
Camille stops without warning and you almost fall to the floor. Your breasts shimmy at the sudden motion, and you catch her downward glance and wry smile.
"You need a quick recap then Missy." she stabs you with a finger in the sternum. "Originally I intended this as a bit of a joke. However, you seem to fit the profile rather well."
You go to answer her, but she silences you with a finger.
"You still need that recap."
"You have been marked as a submissive, and I have accepted you as my charge."
"But... But..."
"You have shown a submissive nature from the outset. Accepting my instruction at the start of your processing. You freely put on those wonderfully girly and PINK clothes."
She silences you before you speak.
"You even took the body enhancements. You accepted everything that was offered."
You want to protest, to rail against the unfairness of it all. You only wanted to be dressed rather than naked. You didn't know you were allowed to object.
"Have you heard yourself, girl!" she snaps.
"I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me." her tone mimicking your own words, mocking your own words.
"I had to put on frilly underwear...
"You had to put on frilly underwear... had to..., those are your words. Whether you are ready to accept it or not you are a natural submissive, and you are my natural submissive. You can do nothing without my express permission."
Her nostrils flare as she snorts out the final words.
"Can do nothing... can do nothing... What does that even mean?"
"It means, in the eyes of the law you are incompetent, I make all your decisions. I shape your future, and if you don't like it... Well, even that's not a choice for you to make."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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