She doubles down

Chloe chuckles, a wicked grin on her face. "Oh, Lizzie... You are so naive. Did you think I was just going to make you a bit flustered?" She reaches out and trails a finger down my cheek. The touch makes me feel like electricity is flowing through my body. I desperately look for a way to get away but all my options include pissing Chloe off so I stay still, locked up by my indecision. "No Lizzie... I have much bigger plans for you. When I am done with you, you will be bound to me irrevocably." Her fingers dance across my skin tracing patterns that send heat coursing through my veins, moving ever closer to my chest. "I will make you mine, body and soul."

"Chloe... no! Stop this... I am really not a lesbian. I am not attracted to girls and you need to stop touching me like this," I protest meekly.

"Oh so you think not being into girls is normal? Wrong. Whatever I tell you is normal is what you will consider normal," she looks at me sternly, her hands brushing just past my breasts leaving me shivering. She leans in very close, her breath hot against my ear. "Listen carefully, Lizzie. From now on you will refer to yourself as gay."

I gasp in shock my backside slamming into the wall behind me. "You... you can't make someone gay just like that!"

Her grin turns predatory. "Oh? Can't I?" Suddenly her face is nearly touching mine, all I can see is her face. Her bright blue eyes engulfing my vision. Her lips are so close to mine... "Repeat after me: I... a... a... lesbian."

The words feel like hammer blows as she says them and my tongue resists. But her face is so incredibly close, her tone so commanding. The strength behind her gaze overwhelming. Mentally I take a step back. "I... am... a... lesbian." I feel tears streaming down my face, ruining my makeup.

Chloe's eyes seem to soften slightly at the sight of my tears, though maybe I am just imaging it. "Good girl. Now tell me who you belong to." She caresses my cheek gently, wiping away the tears with her thumb. The juxtaposition of her behaviour compared to a second ago is shocking. "Who is your mistress, Lizzie?" Just a second ago her tone was so commanding...at odds with the soft question she asked me just now.

I feel like my barriers shake and I take another step back in my mind, my real back pressed against the blackboard. "You are..."

She smiles widely and I realize that this might be the first genuine smile of happiness I have seen from her. She takes a small step back, moving out of my personal space. "Excellent! I knew you had it in you Lizzie. Then you will follow my orders without a question from now on, correct? You will take my satisfaction as your greatest priority?"

Just few minutes ago I would have scorned her but truth is, once I took that first step back and gave her leeway I lost some part of myself that I am not getting back. "I will!"

"Good. Now go home and think about what you have learned today about me and especially about yourself. We will continue your training tomorrow." She picks up her backpack nonchalantly and slings it over her shoulder, walking out of the room as if nothing happened. "Oh and don't forget my lunch," she winks as she walks through the door.