Unconditional Submission

Pet

(A.N. okay my second favorite chapter because it's just so damn dramatic!!! I hope you guys like it!!)

Gardening on the Dominant's grounds versus the Submissive's grounds, was like crossing enemy-lines, into dangerous territories. Not that the Dominants were our enemies... but back in our own academy there was a sense of comfort and safety. We were on our own land. It would be easy to slip away for a private moment because, in the Submissive's academy, a girl didn't need to be escorted everywhere.

The Dominant's academy had different expectations, however. There would be more formality, just as the Dominants liked it. Girls wouldn't be allowed to leave their dominant's side unless given permission. Even miss Lydia would be expected to be as perfectly obedient as the rest of us, because the professors were running the operation in their own territory.

It was unnerving, to say the least.

The day was cloudy; unlike the sunny day we had seen the day prior. This meant that I couldn't wear the overalls Clark had been so fond of, which worried me come the time the Submissives left their Academy to venture to the Dominant's academy. I was sure he would understand, but a part of me felt like I was disobeying him. So, I went with something as similar as possible; a forest-green jumpsuit, nearly identical to my overalls from the waist up. The main differences being that the straps didn't clasp; they tied, and I worked extra hard to tie them into pretty, pleasing, little bows.

Instead of cutting short like my overalls, they fell to my ankles with big pockets at my hips. The fabric was soft cotton and oh-so comfortable. I wore an off-white cotton shirt underneath, and paired some brown sandles and a green bandeau to complete the look.

In the mirror, I smiled; loving the earthy tones of my outfit. I could only hope that Clark would like it as well.

Outside, the senior submissives lined up as properly as we had on the days we visited the ampitheater for the pairings. Miss Lydia fretted over our appearances and postures before we began the steady trek across the field. Occasionally, the sun peeked out to bask us in a brief warmth, but it always ducked back behind a cluster of clouds, leaving us in a chilly, spring, shade.

In my head, I pictured us arriving before the Dominants had exited their school to join us, so I was a little surprised when we arrived to find the boys all lined up; long rows of tall, intimidating, doms who were awaiting the arrival of their subs. We weren't the only ones flustered by this; Miss Lydia didn't seem to know what to do with us, and how to smoothly transition each submissive from the line to their dominant.

Fortunately, one of the professors stepped forward and instructed the Dominants to call their Submissives. So, down the line the boys went, calling for their submissives who approached their dominants. Some were lifted and held, some dropped to their knees, some simply stood at the side; I already imagined that I would be kneeling in the grass at Clark's feet.

After a minute, I heard my name. Over the short distance between the line of the subs and the line of doms, Clark's baritone rumbled through my bones and I shivered in anticipation.

I stepped forward and found him quickly. At his side, I stopped, and he snapped his fingers at the ground. Silently, I obeyed, happy to kneel at his feet. As names continued to fill the air, Clark's fingers combed through my hair. I looked up at him, eager for his attention, but he wasn't looking at me; his eyes straight ahead. So, I looked ahead to, and watched quietly as each partner was paired. When I got tired of that, my eyes drifted down to idly tug at the laces on Clark's sneakers; my boredom at its peak. When I got tired of that, I leaned into Clark's leg and sighed.

"A sighing submissive is a bored submissive," I heard from above me. "Shall I give you something to do?"

I blinked, certain Headmaster Warren had said something similar, if not identical, to me recently.