Lesbian Teacher Enslaved

This story is pretty straight forward, so there is not a lot of world building and not a lot of exposition.

I guess it could be in all sorts of categories, but I put it in BDSM because it is emotionally a little intense. Hope you you like it!

Always happy about feedback! Thanks for reading!

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Lesbian Teacher enslaved

Chapter 1

The first time I noticed them, was during a particularly dull lecture on Victorian literature. I was trying my best to keep the class engaged, but let's be honest--George Eliot isn't exactly a page-turner for most eighteen-year-olds. My glasses kept slipping down my nose, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck as I adjusted them for what felt like the hundredth time. God, I hope they don't think I'm some kind of cliché, I thought, tugging at the hem of my cardigan.

It was then that I caught Alisha smirking from the back row. She had this way of tilting her head, her long black hair cascading over one shoulder, her brown eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite place. Amusement? Mockery? I wasn't sure. But it was hard not to notice her--she had this magnetic energy, this quiet rebellion that made her stand out even in a room full of girls. Her cargo pants and slightly unbuttoned shirt screamed "I don't care," yet there was an intelligence in her gaze that said otherwise.

Her friends, Lena and Emily, flanked her like shadows. Lena was all braces and oversized sweaters, while Emily had a habit of cleaning her glasses all the time. The three of them fit together. Like puzzle pieces I hadn't quite figured out yet.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, really. It was just one of those moments where you stumble into a conversation without meaning to. I was walking through my class as the girls were trying to write an essay on women in Victorian literature. And then I heard it--Alisha's voice, low and teasing.

"You wouldn't believe this story," she was saying, her tone dripping with mischief. "It's about this teacher who gets seduced by her student. Total domination vibes."

My heart skipped a beat. What did she just say? I slowed my pace, pretending not to have heard her, as my ears strained to catch more.

"No way," Lena whispered, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity. "That's so... illegal."

Alisha laughed, soft but wicked. "Relax, it's fiction. Besides, it's hot. You should read it."

Emily giggled nervously. "I admit that sounds hot."

I felt my face flush, my fingers tightening around the book I was holding. Lesbian dominance stories? Really? I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was none of my business. They were adults, after all. But still, the idea of them reading such... explicit material made me uneasy. Shouldn't they be focusing on Austen, any of them, instead?

The next day, I found myself watching them more closely during class. Alisha was lounging in her chair, her legs stretched out in front of her, her posture casual but commanding. Lena and Emily sat up straighter, their eyes darting between me and the board as I discussed Pride and Prejudice. But Alisha? She barely glanced at the notes. Instead, her gaze lingered on me, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

What is she thinking? I wondered, my throat suddenly dry. I forced myself to look away, focusing on the chalkboard. But I could feel her eyes on me, burning through my cardigan, my blouse, my skin.

After class, I was tidying up my desk when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Alisha standing there, her hands shoved into the pockets of her cargo pants, her expression unreadable.

"Miss Smith?" she said, her voice smooth as silk.

"Yes, Alisha?" I replied, hoping my voice didn't betray the flutter in my chest.

She stepped closer, her eyes locking with mine. "I was wondering if you could recommend some books for me. Something... challenging."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the request. "Challenging how?"

She smirked, leaning against the edge of my desk. "You know. Complex characters. Deep themes. Maybe even a little... forbidden."

Forbidden. The word hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded. My breath hitched, my mind racing. Is she testing me? Or is she just being playful? I couldn't tell.

"Well," I began slowly, "there's always Wuthering Heights. It's dark and intense, with plenty of forbidden love."

Her smile widened, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in her eyes--something dangerous and exciting. "Sounds perfect," she said, pushing off the desk. "Thanks, Miss Smith."

As she walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if we were still talking about books. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, one I tried to ignore as I gathered my things.

Later that evening, I found myself alone in my apartment, a glass of wine in hand as I stared at the stack of papers I needed to grade. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Alisha--her smirk, her confidence, the way she seemed to see right through me. I shook my head, trying to focus. Stop it, Kelly. She's just a student.

But deep down, I knew it wasn't that simple. There was something about her, something that drew me in despite myself. And as much as I tried to deny it, I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew exactly what she was doing.

The next morning, I arrived at school earlier than usual, hoping to get a head start on my lesson plans. But when I walked into my classroom, I froze. Alisha was already there, sitting at her desk with a book open in front of her. She looked up, her expression calm but smug.

"Morning, Miss Smith," she said, her voice low and intimate.

"Good morning," I replied, forcing a smile. "What are you doing here so early?"

She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get a head start on Wuthering Heights."

I nodded, setting my bag down on my desk. "And? What do you think so far?"

She tilted her head, studying me thoughtfully. "It's... interesting. But I think I prefer stories with a bit more... action."

I felt my cheeks warm, my palms growing clammy. Is she flirting with me? I cleared my throat, trying to steady my nerves. "Well, not everyone likes slow burns."

She laughed softly, closing the book and standing up. "True."

Before I could respond, she was gone, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. I sank into my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. What was happening? And why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

As the days went on, the tension between us grew--subtle glances, lingering silences, words laced with double meanings. I told myself it was harmless, that it would pass. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. Because the truth was, I had some forbidden thoughts about her. I tried to push them away.

It was true that I was a little lonely, but of course there was no way I could give in to her advances, no matter how much I wanted to.

But little did I know that she was going to take the initiative and all I could do was go for the ride.

Chapter 2

"You wouldn't want these to be circulated, would you?" Alisha's voice was low, almost a purr, as she slid the photos across my desk. My heart stopped. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, and all I could do was stare at the images before me. There I was--younger, wilder, and completely unaware that anyone was watching. My stomach turned. How had they even found these?

She had a bunch of photos from my younger years. I had been drunk and completely unaware that anyone was taking them. The photos showed me naked with a bunch of other girls, I was completely naked, too intoxicated to feel embarrassed. Of course I knew these pictures. They had cost me countless sleepless nights many years ago.

"Please don't!" The words tore out of me before I could stop them, my voice shaking. My hands trembled as I reached for the photos, but Alisha's fingers were faster, snatching them back with a smirk.

"Nobody will know," she said, her tone dripping with false reassurance, "if you do as we say."

I froze, my mind racing. This couldn't be happening. Not here. Not now. But there they were--Alisha, Lena, and Emily--standing in front of me like three wolves circling their prey. My throat tightened, and I could feel the heat of humiliation creeping up my neck. I wanted to scream, to run, to do anything but sit there under their calculating gazes. But I didn't. I just sat there, paralyzed.

It had started so innocently. Or maybe it hadn't. Maybe I'd been blind to the signs, too caught up in my own denial to see what was coming. Earlier that morning, I'd walked into class feeling like I finally had things under control. George Eliot might not have been a crowd-pleaser, but I'd prepped a killer lecture on Middlemarch that I thought might actually hold their attention. For once, I wasn't fumbling with my glasses or tugging at my cardigan. I felt... confident.

And then Alisha walked in.

She was late, as usual, sauntering into the classroom like she owned the place. Her cargo pants were slung low on her hips, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the edge of a black lace bra. My eyes flickered to her for a split second before I forced myself to look away. No. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. But even as I turned back to the chalkboard, I could feel her gaze on me, sharp and unrelenting.

The lecture went smoothly--or at least, I thought it did. The girls seemed engaged, nodding along as I talked about Victorian literature. But every time I glanced at Alisha, she was leaning back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. Like she knew something I didn't.

After class, when the other students had filed out, Alisha lingered. Lena and Emily hovered by the door, pretending to chat but clearly waiting for her. My stomach knotted as I packed up my bag, trying to ignore the way Alisha's eyes followed my every move.

"Miss Smith," she said, her voice smooth and honeyed, "do you have a minute?"

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to say no. But curiosity got the better of me. "Of course, Alisha. What is it?"

She stepped closer, her friends trailing behind her like shadows. "We were wondering if you could help us with something," she began, her tone casual. Too casual. "You see, we came across some... interesting photos online. And we thought you might want to take a look."

My breath hitched. Photos? What photos? Before I could respond, Lena pulled an envelope from her bag and handed it to Alisha, who held it out to me with a sly grin.

"Go ahead," she urged, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Take a look."

Reluctantly, I opened the envelope and pulled out the stack of photos inside. My stomach dropped. They were old--from my college days, back when I'd been reckless, desperate for approval, and utterly clueless. There I was, laughing with my friends, dancing at parties, and, worst of all I was completely naked. Someone had taken them without my knowledge, and now they were here, in my hands, being used against me.

"Where did you get these?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what you can find if you dig deep enough," Alisha replied, her tone light, almost playful. "But don't worry, Miss Smith. Your secret's safe with us. As long as you play along."

"Play along with what?" I asked, my voice trembling.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "With us."

My heart pounded in my chest, my mind spinning. What did they want from me? Money? Favors? Something else entirely? I looked from Alisha to Lena to Emily, searching their faces for any hint of mercy. But there was none. Just smirks and knowing glances.

"You know that this is totally illegal. What do you want?" I finally managed to ask, my voice cracking.

Alisha's smile widened. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little... cooperation. Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement."

I stared at her, my mind racing. Cooperation? Arrangement? The words buzzed in my head like angry bees, but before I could process them, Alisha stepped back, her expression hardening.

"There is nothing mutually beneficial in this!" I said angrily.

"I think you keeping your job would benefit you, wouldn't you agree? I don't think this prestigious school would like to employ a teacher with such a... how should I put it... hobby? Or is kink a better word?

"This is not my kink!" I protested angrily.

"Looks like you enjoyed it!", Alisha said and Lena and Emily nodded with a huge grin on their face.

"This is not okay", I lamely said. My mind was racing, but I couldn't find the right words to get out of this.

"If this is a consolation: I have a feeling that you will secretly love, what we have in mind for you."

"What you have in mind for me? There is absolutely nothing that I will enjoy about whatever devious ideas you have!"

Alisha chose to ignore my protests.

"So, what's it going to be, Miss Smith?" she asked, her voice cool and steady. "Are you in? Or do we let everyone see what you've been hiding? Maybe you are right and the school board will be totally tolerant. Who knows?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. I wanted to say no, to tell them to leave and never come back. But the thought of those photos circulating--of my colleagues, my students, the principal seeing them--was too much to bear. I couldn't risk it.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll... cooperate."

The admission felt like a total surrender. Tears began to form in my eyes. I just couldn't believe what was happening!

Alisha's smile returned, slow and triumphant. "Good choice. I knew you'd see things our way."

Chapter 3

"Let's start slowly," Alisha said, her voice dripping with a casual arrogance that made my stomach twist. "We just want to see if you still have it. Why don't you take off your cardigan for us?"

I stared at her, incredulous. You can't be serious. My mouth opened, but the words stuck in my throat like glue. Finally, I managed to stammer, "We're right here in school. Anyone could walk in."

She tilted her head, her smirk widening. "Then you better make it quick." Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it--a challenge. "Pretty simple, I'd say."

My hands trembled at my sides, the weight of their gazes pressing down on me. Lena and Emily stood behind Alisha, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. I felt like a specimen under a microscope, exposed and vulnerable.

"Do I really have to?" I blurted out, my voice higher than I intended. "I mean, you don't have to do this!"

Alisha leaned back against my desk, crossing her arms over her chest. "But we want to see you," she said, emphasizing each word. "We need to check up on you. You know, whether you still have it. You looked really hot in those pictures. But are you still?"

Her words cut through me like a knife. I could feel my cheeks burning, my pulse racing. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. I was their teacher, for God's sake! And yet, here I was, standing in front of them, my authority stripped away by a few old photos and their unwavering confidence.

I tried to plead again, my voice cracking. "Please, you don't have to do this. This isn't right."

But the girls just grinned, relishing my discomfort. Lena giggled softly, while Emily adjusted her glasses, her lips twitching into a smirk. Alisha, though, remained calm, her expression unreadable.

Finally, she lost patience. Her smile faded, replaced by a cold, steely gaze. "The next thing you do is either take off your cardigan or we will walk out and post these to everyone in the school." She paused, letting the threat sink in. "Your choice."

My heart sank. There was no way out of this. No clever comeback, no authority to fall back on. Just me and the impossible choice they'd given me. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. When I opened them, Alisha was still watching me, her arms crossed, waiting.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the buttons of my cardigan. My hands felt clumsy, foreign, as if they belonged to someone else. I fumbled with the first button, my mind screaming that this was wrong, so very wrong. But what other option did I have? Let them destroy my career? Tear apart the life I'd built?

The first button came undone, then the second. With each one, I felt more exposed, more vulnerable. I could hear the soft rustle of fabric as I slid the cardigan off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the classroom hit my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Alisha let out a low whistle. "Well, well," she murmured, her eyes roaming over me. "Not bad, Miss Smith. Not bad at all."

Lena and Emily exchanged glances, their smirks growing wider. I could feel their eyes on me, taking in every detail--the curve of my waist, the swell of my breasts beneath my blouse. I wanted to cover myself, to hide from their scrutiny, but I knew it would only amuse them more.

"Wasn't that hard, was it?" Alisha asked, her tone mockingly reassuring. "Now, more."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "More?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her expression serious now. "Yes, more. We're just getting started."

Panic surged through me. This couldn't be happening. But there was no escape, no way out. They had me exactly where they wanted me, and they weren't about to let me go.

With shaking hands, I reached for the hem of my blouse, my fingers brushing against the fabric. My mind raced, trying to find some way to stop this, to regain control. But deep down, I knew it was hopeless. They held all the power now, and I was at their mercy.

As I began to lift my blouse, I caught Alisha's eye. There was something in her gaze--something dark, predatory. A thrill of fear shot through me, mingling with something else--something I didn't want to acknowledge.

Chapter 4

The air in the classroom felt heavier than ever, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't shake. My fingers hovered at the hem of my blouse, trembling slightly as Alisha's eyes bore into me, unrelenting. Her smirk was infuriating, but it was also... thrilling in a way I didn't want to admit. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

"Go on," Alisha said, her voice soft but commanding. She crossed her arms, leaning back against the edge of my desk like she owned the place. "Don't keep us waiting."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. This is insane, I thought, my mind racing. You can't do this. But the alternative--those photos being leaked--was unthinkable. I couldn't let that happen. Not here. Not now.

With shaky hands, I gripped the fabric of my blouse and began to lift it slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The cool air hit my stomach first, sending a shiver through me. I could feel their eyes on me, watching every movement, every bit of exposed skin. It was unbearable, yet somehow... exhilarating. My cheeks burned with humiliation, but there was something else too--something hot and undeniable curling low in my belly.

Alisha let out a low whistle as I pulled the blouse over my head, leaving me standing there in just my bra and skirt. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. "Who knew our prim and proper Miss Smith had such a killer body?"

Lena giggled nervously from behind her, while Emily adjusted her glasses, her eyes wide with curiosity. I wanted to shrink away, to disappear, but instead, I stood there, frozen under their gaze. My breath came in short, shallow bursts, and I could feel the heat spreading across my chest, down my neck, until even my ears were burning.

"Now the skirt," Alisha said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She took a step closer, her presence overwhelming. "Let's see what else you've been hiding under all those cardigans."

My hands moved to the waistband of my skirt before I even realized what I was doing. It was like I was on autopilot, driven by some strange mix of fear and... something else I couldn't quite name. I fumbled with the button, my fingers clumsy, my mind spinning. This can't be real, I thought. This can't actually be happening.