Your teacher, who visits you in a dream

(All characters featured in this story are +18 years of age)

You couldn’t help but feel a deep, all-encompassing warmth flowing over your body… it was an extremely comforting sensation, but a slightly familar and somewhat unnerving one at the same time. You jolted ever so slightly as you felt your body begin to take in your surroundings. Where were you? What were you doing? It was hard to remember anything really, and your vision felt like a blur.

After a moment, you began to feel a tingling in your arm as it reached forward, trying to get a sense of anything. You felt it grip onto something, but you weren’t quite sure what it was… It was small. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand… thin… cylindrical… with a rough texture…

But before you could fully grasp it, you began to hear a noise. A muffled murmuring coming from beside you. It became clearer the more you listened, and it had an odd tone to it… finally you could no longer bare to feel so confused and uncertain, and you felt a surge of willpower engulf your body. Your eyes began to slowly flutter open, though it felt anything but effortless. A great straining sensation was rumbling through your entire body as you finally opened your eyes to find…

Your classroom…?

You took in a deep breath as you tried to wrap your head around this environment. You looked around slowly to find that you were standing at the front of your homeroom class. The glow from the window indicated that it was late afternoon, and every single seat in the class was empty.

You felt stiff, like you could hardly move a muscle. Letting your eyes drift downward, you could see that you were holding a small stick of chalk, the gritty texture now feeling much more clear to you. And to your side, your eyes turned to investigate the source of the noise.

“Pay… attention…” you heard a strong, authoritative voice say as your eyes finally landed on the source.

It was Professor Minx, your homeroom teacher… she stood at least half a foot shorter than you, but her commanding presence made her feel at least ten feet taller. She looked young for a teacher, maybe 28... She wore a thin white blouse and a deep black skirt which barely reached her knees. It was the outfit she always wore, even though it was slightly too tight for her. You and your friends often joked about her inappropriate attire at the back of the class. But now, her golden hair, flowing just past her shoulders to her upper back, the curvature of her hips and waist… something about her just seemed to… glow…

As your eyes met hers, she had a quaint smile on her face, despite still barking orders at you. “Good… now that you are finally ready, please turn your attention to the board.” She spoke in such an alluring voice, even with her commanding demeanor. It was like soft, sweet music to your ears. Without even realizing it, your body had already begun to turn around, swiveling your legs as she dictated. Your eyes finally broke away from her as you involuntarily looked towards the board.

It was a large blackboard, one which covered at least 80% of the wall. You were used to staring at it for hours at a time, but something felt strange about it now. There was a deep, powerful feeling emanating from it, as if you could feel a intense aura glowing around it.

“You see this board…?” She said, and you listlessly nodded, not even aware you were doing it. “Good…” you seemed to feel your body shudder as she said that. “This blackboard may be familiar to you. After all, I’ve been writing on it the whole school year. But you may notice something is different about it. This board is special… I’ve linked it directly to your mind, body, and soul~”

You felt a deep, profound confusion rushing though your mind as she said that… what could that possibly mean. “Don’t worry your poor little brain thinking about it, you’ll just give yourself a headache. I think it’d be much easier to show you what I mean…”

She spoke even more softly, and her words just seemed to melt into your mind. “Now, I want you to write something on the board for me.” You again felt that strangely involuntarily motion as your hand suddenly lifted up on its own, holding the chalk mere millimeters away from the blackboard. And something about that felt very powerful to you.

“Write down, ‘I’ve always been a perfectly obedient student to Professor Minx.’ right there, in nice big letters~” She said in that same sweet voice.

Your hand began to slowly write the words as she instructed, etching into the blackboard with that dry, rhythmic scratching. As each letter was written, they appeared to shine in the golden late-afternoon light which gleamed through the windows, and as you finally finished the sentence, you felt a sharp, intense jolt of pleasure as you felt Professor Minx plant a kiss on your cheek. “That’s a good boy~ a perfect, obedient boy~ You can feel it, can’t you? The burning sensation of the words etching themselves into your mind? Becoming real. Becoming the only truth you know~”

And just as she said that, you could feel it, your mind surging with a new understanding, a new, undeniable truth. You were always perfectly obedient to her. You would listen to her every word and follow it down to the letter… that’s just who you are. That’s who you’ve always been…

“Why don’t you wake up now and we’ll see how things turn out in class today~? I’m sure you’ll be a good boy for me…”

Wait… wake up…?

You felt another surge of realization as you shot up in your bed, breathing heavily, quickly darting your eyes around… You were in your room… Your phone alarm was blaring… You… had class in two hours…