A lesson in submission (with a few extras! ;))

“Let’s fix that. I think you should kneel and thank me, don’t you, Lana?” “Fuck. You.” you said through clenched teeth. At least, that’s what you meant to do. What you didn’t mean to do was drop to the floor and gush “Thank you Mistress!” in a soft, bubbly voice.

You looked up at Joanna in fear.

“What did you do to me, Mistress?!” “Well, since you’re calling me ‘mistress’ all the time, I thought you should act the part! And unlike my little experiment earlier, ditzy, submissive little e-girls like you really do get me going.” Joanna giggled seductively. Ditzy? You didn’t feel ditzy, but you knew you had to stop this before it went too far. You scrambled to your feet and made another futile grab for the device. “Did I say you could get up? I said kneel.” You gasped as your legs buckled beneath you and you instantly fell to your knees in front of Joanna.

What you had thought before was wrong. You weren’t powerless then. You could have tried, could have done something, anything. Now, you truly were powerless. Try anything and Mistress would stop you. You even thought of Mistress as Mistress now. That’s what she was. She wasn’t a classmate, she was Mistress. You looked up at her, your eyes filling with tears again, your heavy mascara smudging.

“Aww, don’t cry, baby,” Joanna said, and you felt your eyes dry instantly. “Get up.” You lurched to your feet, your movements not your own. “Do you know your name?” she asked, tapping the device’s screen. “L-Lan-L….” You struggled to get the word out. What was your name again? “Lana,” you said, your body releasing tension. Was that right? You weren’t sure anymore. “That’s right! Now, Lana, what’s my name?” You knew this one! “Mistress!” You exclaim happily, glad to have gotten a question right. Glad? Were you supposed to be happy right now? Your head felt funny…hazy, like a morning fog had set in over your thoughts.

“Lana, can you tell me what we were doing in class today?” You thought hard back to before…something. Blurred memories drift across your mind, someone speaking at the front of the classroom, things being passed around. “That lady was talking!” you said. “The archa— the arky—“ Why was the word not coming to mind? “The diggy up stuff lady!” You gave Mistress a big grin. She must have liked your answer, because she was laughing. “That’s right Lana! Now, what’s seven times ten?” Seven times ten? A look of confusion crossed your face as you struggled with the question.

“Like, that’s wayyy too hard!” You pouted at Mistress. “Can I get an easier one?” “Silly Lana, you should have known that! That’s your new IQ, after all!” Eye cue? What was that? Certain things were suddenly hard for you to wrap your head around. “I’m sorry Mistress.” You looked down. “Aw, it’s okay Lana, don’t worry. I’ll give you a better question.” She tapped at the thing she was holding, and you were suddenly very aware of the fabric of your dress rubbing against your modest breasts, the cool air flowing under your skirt as you twirled it back and forth unconsciously. Your eyes crossed and a moan escaped your lips, while Mistress’s curled into a satisfied smile.

“If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?” she asked with a wide grin.