Chapter 8 - Pets and Cooking


Caroline set the water and then took out a bag of pasta from one of cupboards and giving it a closer look. Farfalle. She said quietly with theatrical italian accent, most likely butchering the pronunciation mercilessly.

As she expected, it wasn’t the one she was hunting for. Fettuccine was needed for the dish that was her aim at the moment, given she wanted to try something more fancy from italian cuisine.

“We didn’t buy any Fettuccine?” Some other bags guested in her hands as well but none of them seemed to be the right one. Caroline was convinced that she held the right bag when they still were at the supermarket.

“No.” A formal response with slight lining of grumpiness was the only answer from newly acquired home help. It wasn’t an order but she responded on her own, what put the redhead into better mood. 

“Mmm, that’s no good. Do we have Parmesan though? Did we buy any?” 

A quiet, unwilling nod followed. The redhead just had to roll her eyes at this point and walk back to her purse. She would simply go back and buy what was needed, nothing difficult. 

“I know it’s not how you imagined your future but you may as well get used to it. Cheer up, Sammy. It’s not the end of the world.” 

Caroline, even if not exactly content with how things were, couldn’t complain much. She was getting used to having someone take care of the garden, help with the laundry and cook meals for her when she was still in work.

“Can you stop calling me like that? Thank you very much” Her deep displeasure and frustration, however getting under Caroline’s skin, were fully understandable 

“Well then. Just remember I could do much more and I am not. You could have it worse with me” That was mostly true. Helping her with household chores was something she would do either way on her own.

Whatever Mark did, left her at Caroline’s mercy. Sammy had to listen to every order that she gave. Redhead was giving it more thought than she should lately, it was always creeping beneath her consciousness. 

Not exactly the fact of controlling Samantha like a doll, rather that Mark was capable of doing such a thing. There was one question that really wasn’t letting her sleep lately. 

‘Would he ever do that to me?’ Caroline was aware that her favourite student wouldn’t be that cruel. He was both too smart and too good willed for that. ‘And really handsome on top of that.’

“So what do we plan to make anyway?” Maybe it was the realization that she could be in position much less pleasant. Perhaps, she was just tired of the bottomless well of negativity that was dug between them. 

Even if she was taking bucket after bucket from it.

“We are going to make.. Fettuccine Alfredo!” She did her best to imitate italian accent. The ugly wince of her companion was a sign that it wasn’t a good attempt. 

‘Right.’ Caroline forgot Samantha’s family came from Italy and she could speak both languages almost fluently. The futile attempt to speak her language probably caused her ears to bleed.

“Fettuccine Alfredo” Her tormented mutter, even if scented with the lissom, native italian accent,  confirmed fears of the redhead. An apologetic smile from her side followed. 

“Sorry. I suppose I shouldn’t butcher your language like that.” 

“Let us just get it done.” If Samantha could, she would probably scream at this point. 



It was just fifty minutes later that mistress of the house sat at her table, finding delight in the slick, juicy pasta. With every spoon, she could feel the wondrous cheese melting across her tongue.

And with every spoon she had to withstand the crushing stare of Samantha’s, it was almost as if she was trying to pierce her skin and crush heart from within.

But it was not about her lack of control over herself at this point nor that she had to step in in the middle of cooking and throw out everything redhead prepared. “You butchered my language, I’ll not let you profane my cucina.”

Whatever kind of person Samantha was, she was really hell bent on her ancestry and if something was even remotely connected with her homeland, she had to put her two cents in.

It had it bad sides, Caroline was suddenly no longer in charge of food in her own home. That felt strange. On the other hand, she didn’t need to and the blonde ex-teacher was better at cookery than she expected. 

“Why do you eat pasta with spoon?” A slow, cold question that could bring back the ice age if repeated enough times. Apparently it was really weird or at least uncommon to do so. And not italian like. 

“I eat spaghetti with spoon too.” She knew very well that it would just agitate her cook further but the tormented face that soon followed was just a view worth taking the risk.

Finishing the meal, Caroline let out a satisfied moan. Sensation of a true Fettuccine Alfredo was just breathtaking and if she didn’t have to worry about her weight, she would take two more bowls.

“Now, it’s time for your meal.” Her voice changed a little, knowing that what follows won’t make Sammy happy. 

“Do I..” Her deep displeasure was almost palpable, drifting in the air like a cloud. “Do I really have to do it that way..” Yet she knew that she couldn’t do much to change it. It truly had to feel terrible. 

Redhead let out a little sigh and then took out the dog bowl from one of kitchen cupboards. “You know. That’s how things have to be.” 

‘I don’t care what you do with her. She’s your little dog now and you should treat her like one. Just make sure she doesn’t interfere with our games again’ Mark’s words were clear.

And so she did treat Sammy like her dog. A pet but a loved one, living in good conditions, fed regularly, sleeping with her on the bed and given enough freedom to not feel choked at all times.

But so it was, that dogs do not eat from table and plate but bowl and the floor. Washing large, red bowl thoroughly, she looked back at the woman, already sitting by the table leg. 

‘At least she won’t fight this time.’ Pasta with melted cheese and butter soon became the contents of her bowl. Her eyes fallen onto the cutlery. Dogs don’t use cutlery. 

Seconds after Sammy watched as the dish is put before her, alongside with some water. Caroline soon watched her, sitting at the table and drinking from a glass. 

‘I wonder if that’s better than giving her a spoon.’ She would like to ask but it felt like unnecessary cruelty. Giving the spoon, on the other hand, mockery. 

Resting her hands on both sides of the bowl, Samantha soon lowered her head with closed eyes and began her feast, immediately getting her chin and nose all smeared with cheese. 

Using nothing but her teeth, she picked up the long straps of pasta, one by one and sucked between her lips, chewing on the meal slowly. 

It wasn’t graceful obviously nor fast and dog binded woman appeared to be on brink of giving up. Caroline, however, was still content with how it went out. This time she didn’t need to force her to anything. 

But she was also hungry. Given her scheduled feeding times, Samantha couldn’t just grab a snack or eat when she felt like it.

 That was also a reason why her new mistress chosen a large dog bowl, always filling to the very extent with whatever food was prepared there. ‘You don’t want your pet to go hungry.’ 

Few minutes later most of the meal was already gone and Caroline took away the bowl from before parmesan covered face of Sammy’s. 

With a mildly wet kitchen towel, she washed her face from the cheese and butter, keeping an uneasy eye contact, just before patting her on head twice. “Well ,I suppose. It’s nap time for both of us.”

“How long do you plan on doing this.” Even if one, the sentence wasn’t exactly spoken as as question. 

“As long as I have to, Sammy. So don’t worry and go to the bed now. “

They met few minutes later as Caroline slowly marched into her room, already wearing nothing but her “pajama” which in fact consisted of nothing but mesh bikini that she recently bought on one of the sites.

It was important for a woman, especially for a teacher, to look sexy at all times and sleep was no exception from such important rule. 

It was one of the grand revelations from Mark’s side. She lived thirty years of her life and until she met him, Caroline had no idea what it meant to be woman. 

Up to her surprise, blonde pet was still not in her own pajama and only stared with anxious, awkward eyes at the same time. Usually redhead would be ashamed that someone saw her in such clothes.

But she was at her own home. If she couldn’t feel comfortable and free here, then where? 

“Come on, Sammy. Not again. Take on your pajama” 

“Don’t call me that, that’s one. Two.. What the hell is this even?” Bursting out, Samantha brought out up her own micro-skirt that barely reached past buttcheeks. “And how I’m even supposed to sleep in high heels? Are you absolutely crazy?” 

‘Like with a child.’ Redhead’s long drawn sigh of annoyance filled the room, as she marched forward, aiming to have another, educational talk with her pet. 

“Listen, you can dress as much as a whore as you want, I will not.” Growling, she threw the pair of golden heels, accidentally hitting the wardrobe. 

“I see you’re back to your old habits, Sammy.” Even the most loved pets required a healthy dose of discipline from time to time and this one was no different.

“No matter how much I try, no matter how many times I tell you, you just won’t stop acting like a princess.” Caroline slowly walked past the room and picked up thrown pair of footwear. |

“Princess? You make me eat from a goddamn bowl. Do you even hear yourself?” But Sammy wouldn’t just stop, she again got in her mood that her mistress knew so well at this point.

“Listen, I’ll make it clear to you.” She closed up on the ex-teacher and hanged the pair of shiny high heels, which had at least good fourteen centimeters.

“You’ll now put on your pajama. Then you’ll take on your sweet, favourite heels, lie in the bed and go to sleep with me.” Busty mistress squinted her eyes in a dangerous manner. 

“Or you’ll take off everything and then go sleep in the garden, naked to all of our neighbours as the god created you. You’ll no longer eat from bowls but the floor itself and watch me do, I’ll cut your feeding times in half”

Of course, it was all one good bluff. Caroline could have been strict towards people but she wasn’t cruel and such treatment would never take place. 

Samantha, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be aware of this and turned mildly pale, listening to what her life could become if she wasn’t good and obiedient. 

It didn’t take her long to take on the stripper heels nor to get on a wonderbra. The frisky, black mini-skirt followed just right after. 

“Good girl. You can do if proper motivation is in place. Now to bed” This order, even if debatably easiest, turned out to be the opposite for blonde pet. 

‘She has no idea how to walk in those’ Caroline thought, watching as the few steps towards bed turned out to be a challenging voyage for Sammy. 

With a happy ending, she stumbled to the bed and rather fallen onto it than sat. 

Her mistress didn’t have as many issues to walk in her own, even though they were much, much shorter. 

Eventually they ended in the same bed, lying next to each other in darkened room, back to back as none of them really wanted it other way.

‘It’s just as if I had a puppy. A large, furless puppy with breasts and moods’ Caroline wasn’t even half as bothered by this situation as her pet was, given she had the right state of mind for it.

Samantha on the other hand felt out of her place, awkward and helpless. 

Lying in slutty outfit that barely covered her body and heels that were far too small, not to speak about their uncomfortable nature, she was far from falling asleep. 

It could have been an hour or two, time stretched mercilessly for her, when she realized that her mistress was long asleep. 

If her body still belonged to her, she would stand up and walk away. She would do anything to not be chained to the bed of her captor. 

But the last words that Caroline has spoken to her were a clear order and at this point her choice was little, at best she could choose how to lie in the bed.

Her inner frustrations were growing with each passing second as her thoughts galloped across the plain of thought that her captivity was. 

She wasn’t told to be quiet, there was always an option to wake up the busty redhead next to her and pretend to be asleep herself. 

‘Why should she rest if I can not?’ A simple  thought almost brought her to realization of the plan but it was suddenly dispersed as she felt and heard, as her bedmate began to move. 

Her eyes widened wildly as Caroline’s massive udders rubbed against her back, pressing into it with force. It was just a few seconds after that it took her best to contain a surprised shriek when soft hands wrapped around her thin waist. 

‘You fucking..’ A parade of curses marched across her mind, wild and spirited like never before. 

“Caroline..?” A quiet, mildly frustrated and strongly awkward whisper left from her lips, confirming her fears.

‘Dear god..’ Helpless, stripped from control of her own body, Sammy lied in the bed of her captor, feeling colossal breasts pressed against her back, while a pair of soft hands ran across her naked skin, rising from the waist.

Whatever remained from her plan to wake up the cuddly redhead, it seemed to matter no longer as she was feeling just too awkward at this point to do anything. She felt paralyzed. 

The sudden adrenaline rush kept her for god knows how much more, filled with raging ideas and thoughts in her mind, whether to try to do something with it or not, attempt to break the control over her body or simply, at times, to somehow survive it. 

But even she couldn’t fight with mental and physical exhaustion for long, especially in a comfy, warm bed, feeling the embrace of other person, an occurrence rare enough for her. 

Her eyes finally closed not much before Caroline woke up on her own with amused, radiant smile guesting on her face as the blonde pet was nestled into her like a child. 

And even when the busty mistress left to take care of her own matters, Sammy wouldn’t wake up. 
