A 's Beginning

In a few minutes, Lisa was making her way to the administrative office of the college. Staggering under the growing weight of her bag of clothes, she was in the section of the facility dedicated to the administration. There, Miss Anya basically lived, conducting her business and ruling like a queen. There too, Lisa would find her master, whoever they may be. Lillian's promise still rung clearly in her head, as well as the pain of the twisted arm that she had suffered. Lisa contemplated what that meant as she walked, wondering just how far Lillian would go to keep her threats. The goth girl had always been something of a bitch, Lisa considered. She wondered how she would react if Lillian became her new master, or if she managed to get the ear of the one who did. A male master would probably want to use her for her body... Lisa flushed at the thought, but she also had to admit to a certain amount of enthusiasm for the prospect. But Lillian was far more likely to go for humiliation or degradation over outright pleasure.

Lisa considered how she would handle that if it did come to pass. Would she enjoy it as much? Hard to say. She did have a submissive streak, and the idea of being under the power of someone so cruel and petty did appeal to her in a strange way. Someone who would punish her for the slightest insult, and who would constantly be seeking ways to **** her. It made her pussy moist at the thought, which in turn made her much more cautious as she realized she had no jeans, skirt or panties to hide that fact. Imagine if people saw her here, aroused by her own slavery in this way? Not something she wanted to think about right then..

Finally, she found herself before the door to the office. Here, she paused. A mix of tension and nerves flooding her body. She realized that, behind this door, there was someone who would change her life, at least for the next few weeks. Someone who would have complete and total power and authority over here, as far as the rest of the world was concerned. Someone who could tell her to do anything, anything, and so long as it didn't result in too much pain on her part, she would have to do it.

She felt her stomach flip. The back of her neck tingled. She grit her teeth and shook her head.

"Too late to back out now, Lisa." She grunted to herself. "You're going to have to go in and face them."

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Tugged on her collar once to make sure that it was still there, and knocked on the door sharply. The sound resounded, and for a long minute, nothing happened. She was about to knock again, when Miss Anya's voice boomed out.

"Enter."

Lisa gulped, then pushed the door open, stepping into the room beyond with a nervous pace. Not sure what was waiting for her therein.

Anya's office was...well, fairly typical of the name. In one corner, it had a filing system where many old documents could be seen clamped between pages of metal and wire. Various sticky notes telling you what was where. There was a window at the back of the room, overlooking the street, and the deck was sat directly in front of it. Upon the desk, there was an old but decent looking computer, which was humming away it itself merrily. The other side of the wall was taken up by a bookcase which held many important looking reference books. The rest of the desk not taken up by the computer was adorned with pencils, pens, reports, and other tools of an administrator's craft.

The room was almost boring compared to what she had been expecting. Some dark, dank cave where there was more tools and toys for sexual torment. Lisa realized she had been expecting horrible racks, and whips, and spreader-bars and all sorts of things. Instead it seemed so...well, normal.

Behind the desk, Miss Anya was standing. It was the first time that Lisa had gotten a chance to see her up close... or at least, the first time when she had not been distracted by other things. Miss Anya was a tall woman of European descent. She had a proud face, somewhat sharp around the eyes and nose and it gave the impression that she was ever watchful. She was thin, but not unhealthily so, and her voice spoke of confidence and strength. She was a career educator, Lisa knew from bits and pieces she had picked up over the last few years. Starting as a teacher herself, and moving into administrative work, Anya had a lot of pull within the facility, and even outside of it. She was a strict, severe women who brokered no backtalk, but who did have her heart in the right place.

Usually.

When not being manipulated by a magical rulebook, anyway.