The Talk

By the time I arrive in the staff room I put myself somewhat in order. My legs have steadied and while my head still reels from the events of the day, I have **** but to eventually come to Chloe in her-...I mean-my office. I knock on the door "Enter," she calls from within her voice seeming more authoritative than before...am I just imagining that?"

I step in seeing her seated behind my old desk, her feet propped up on the surface. She is looking at me with her usual arrogant smirk. "Ah Lizzie... I was wondering how long it will take you to show up. Have a seat." She gestures to the chair across the desk, waiting for me to get seated. I shuffle nervously in the chair...feeling almost like a student in trouble.

Chloe leans forward, her elbows resting on the desk. "Lizzie, I have to say I am quite happy with how you are adjusting to our dynamic and your new role. But there are few things we need to put in order. First things first...I would say your performance today was excellent."

Despite knowing it isn't the best idea, I contradict her. "Excellent? I looked like I am the most behind in the entire class...and I have a degree!"

Chloe waves her hand dismissively. "That is precisely why your performance was excellent. Your academic skills are ultimately irrelevant but you need to come to the understanding that you are not smarter than me... In any way Lizzie."

I nod my understanding...it is pretty clear she has been going after my confidence for a while now. Chloe takes her feet of the table and stands up circling over behind me, I turn my head to follow. "Secondly, I think it is time we addressed your little issue with reality." She stops right behind me and her hands rest on my shoulders. "You are not straight, Lizzie. You never were."

I can't help but gasp. "What are you saying? I am absolutely straight."

Chloe's tightens her grip almost like making sure I don't run away. "I am saying, Lizzie, that you have been lying to yourself for too long and it is time we face the truth." She leans in close her lips brushing the tip of my ear...she whispers the next bit. "You are not straight. I don't think you have ever been. And deep down you know it."

I can't help but lash out. "So you know my depths better than I do?" She chuckles at that, a somewhat threatening though sensual sound. I am in dangerous territory.

"We both know I do. I can read you like an open book and you know I can. Besides...I have seen the way you look at me, the way you looked at me the very first time we have met. Tell me Lizzie... do you remember what was the first thing about me your eyes turned to?"

"I... don't..." I try to protest feebly.

"Let me refresh your memory then. First you checked me out, then you noted that I am into girls and potentially available. Or are you so repressed you do that subconsciously? Regardless, your body knows the truth. You are mine. The way it responds to my touch, the way you give in." her hands slide down to my breasts and squeeze them.

I recognize that at least some of what she says might have some truth to it...I don't remember our first meeting as clearly, I remember my emotions more than the scene itself but it does seem to fit. Regardless I will not let her dictate my life like this. "I am **** into this, don't mistake submission for willingness."

Chloe's hands deftly tweak my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. "****? Hardly Lizzie. There were so many ways you could have resisted me if you really wanted to...ways you really should be able to come up with at your age. But of course you didn't." she begins to unbutton my schoolgirl blouse. "You enjoyed every moment of it. The humiliation, the submission, the loss of control. It turned you on so much...didn't it?"

I can't help but nod, unable to even speak as her words batter me while her hands distract me. She smiles as she pulls down my bra. "So... what happened Lizzie? Why do you repress yourself? Why do you need to lose control so badly?"

"I can't..." I shake my head, my cheeks flushing again as she continues touching me. It seems that after our classroom interaction nothing else is off limit.

"You will tell me...but it doesn't have to be right now. I want you to be willing and ready when we speak of it. But you disregarded me so you are not getting to cum." she stops her barrage of attacks on my breasts and I sigh, half in disappointment. "Well you have another class in few minutes so you should go get to it."

She turns away and I swear I saw sadness flicker over her face before she turned. "What was that about?" I dare not ask. I pick up my things and sigh fr a second time, in relief...this could have been worse even if it was unsettling. "When she said I don't get to cum...for a moment I was worried she would lock me up or something...like back then."

She glances back at me, clearly composed again. "Oh? You were worried I would lock you in chastity Lizzie?" she tilts her head. "Although the idea has some merit... we can explore it further later."

I pause mid step shocked. "You can read my mind?"

"I told you, you are an open book to me. I can tell what you are thinking, Lizzie. Remember that." With those words echoing behind me, I leave the room.