Ana took great pride in her spacious one-bedroom apartment that she was about to walk into. She had taken great care to make the interior design look professional, being certain it didn't resemble a pigsty fit for a typical grad student with no time for organizing their living space. Due to not wanting to reveal how she was able to afford such a nice apartment, she rarely had guests over. Especially not her fellow graduate students. In the forefront of her mind she was having a moment of lamenting her secret being known. To make matters worse, the person that knew her secret was now invading her living space.
"Nice place you got here. Come on in!"
Ana breathed a huge sigh of relief and scurried into her apartment, with Andrea shutting the door behind her. Hands still on her head. Breasts still teetering on falling out of her blouse. Pussy still on the verge of forming a wet spot on her jeans. It sufficed to say she felt thoroughly owned and dominated. And while her body might have been enjoying it, in her mind she had never been more uncomfortable and riddled with anxiety.
Ana was pulled out of her thoughts when the camera flash of a phone blinded her for a second. She had been too busy feeling the relief of no longer being exposed out in the hallway to realize Andrea's phone was pointed at her. This stirred up a mild panic in her.
"Can we please not have any pictures, Andrea?" She pleaded.
Hearing that made Andrea look unhappy. She slowly put her phone back in her pocket and leisurely placed both hands on her teacher's breasts. For a second it seemed like she was going to sensually grope Ana, but then came a hard pinch on each nipple.
"Ah!" The sudden pain made Ana yelp, almost making her take her hands off her head to defend herself. But she quickly thought better of that.
"Making a request like that isn't a good way to start things off here. What made you think that was okay?" Andrea sharply asked, pushing her teacher back into the door, nipples still being harshly pinched. She bumped into it with a small thud.
Ana was still too flustered from the unexpected pain to reply to her student. Her face was that of a deer in the headlights. Why did this petite young woman have to be so intense? And to make matters worse, as much as she hated the pain, she was also discovering that having her nipples pinched made electric waves of pleasure ripple through her body. Electric waves that seemed to converge directly on her clit, which was now throbbing even worse than before.
"When I ask you something I expect and answer, Slut," Andrea followed up, looking up at her teacher's face with unwavering eye contact.
To further voice her unhappiness, she pinched down harder on Ana's poor nipples. While staring down into Andrea's eyes, Ana realized the petite student had taken her shoes off. Their height difference was now even more pronounced than before. For perhaps the second time since their encounter in the office, Ana was realizing how being thoroughly dominated by someone so much smaller than her could be thought of as the cherry on top of this humiliating situation.
"I don't know Andrea. I'm sorry." Ana was stammering and on the verge of crying once again.
"If you're actually sorry, then you can smile for a simple picture. It should be easy enough for someone like you," Andrea said. She released her fingers from Ana's nipples before pulling her phone back out and turning the camera on. "Say cheese, Pet."
Pet.
At least she wasn't calling her a slut. But as much as she despised admitting it to herself, both of those words had been eliciting fiery reactions from her body.
Another flash from Andrea's phone blinded Ana, whose breasts were now fully on display after being toyed with by her student. She was too flustered to attempt an authentic smile as requested of her. She tried, but was certain she wasn't able to feign a look of happiness.
"We're really going to have to work on your obedience, Pet," she heard Andrea say to admonish her.
Why can't she call me by my real name?
"I'm sorry, Andrea," Ana said in a defeated tone. Her eyes drifted to the floor.
"We'll have plenty of time for that later though. For now I want you to take me to the bedroom."
"Yes Andrea," said Ana. "Can I take my hands off my head please?"
"No. If I wanted your hands off your head I would have told you. Now start walking." Ana took a deep breath and started walking past Andrea towards the bedroom, but quickly got stopped in her tracks.
"Actually, maybe you can take your hands off your head," Andrea began. "Take off all your clothes. And get on your hands and knees." Ana's eyes went wide as she realized she would once again be entirely naked in front of this evil young woman.
"Yes Andrea," she softly said as she slid her blouse off her torso. Once her jeans and sandals were also off she got down on all fours, not unlike a dog.
"Good girl, now you can take me to the bedroom," Andrea mused. Ana felt powerless to stop herself from repeating those two simple words in her head.
Good girl.
And with that, Ana started her humiliating hands and knees walk to the bedroom. Despite living in a one-bedroom apartment, she felt like it might as well have been a mile away from her current spot. Ana cheerfully followed behind.
"Your ass looks nice, Pet," Andrea casually said.
Ana had mixed feelings about such a compliment at that moment. She worked hard to have an ass that was perky and thick for her frame, but she didn't need any praise right now. What she needed was to be free of this nightmarish situation. As those thoughts were bouncing around inside her head, another flash of the camera went off. Ana couldn't help but think the flash was on just to make it obvious that pictures were being taken. It wasn't long before Ana stopped her humiliating crawl to the bedroom. She stopped once she was on the ground next to her bed, which Andrea nonchalantly hopped onto.
"Go get the collar I've seen you wear in some of your pictures," she casually stated.
Ana knew of the collar she was talking about and started crawling over to her walk-in closet. From her hands and knees it wouldn't be difficult to reach up into one of her toy bins that she kept on the lower shelves. She had never been the kind of person that thought wearing a collar might feel attractive, but that changed after one of her "fans" online insisted on commissioning a photoset where it was the only thing she was wearing. Once she gave it a try she had to admit to herself it was a sexy look to have a black leather collar tightly strapped around her neck, O-ring dangling in the very front. Now she was wishing she had never agreed to take those pictures.
Once back at the foot of the bed, Ana looked up at her extortioner from down on her knees. She waited to be acknowledged for having retrieved the collar, but Andrea seemed content just staring at her phone.
"I have the collar now, Andrea." Without looking away from her phone Andrea calmly replied.
"Hold it in your mouth until I'm ready to pay attention to you."
Ana felt disparaged by the lack of even a small glance from her student. But she started obeying her request anyway, screaming internally. She couldn't remember a time in her life where someone had spoken to her in such a demeaning manner.
Until I'm ready to pay attention to you. I'm a human being, damn it!
As much as Ana was finding she got turned on by being objectified, being dismissed like that was in no way pleasurable for her. In her head she was stomping her foot on the ground and cursing at Andrea, who must have felt the frustration. She turned her phone in Ana's direction. Another flash of the camera went off right after she put the collar in her mouth.
"We're going to need to work on your facial expressions when having your picture taken. You don't look like you're having fun at all." Ana felt herself turning red. Part from vexation, part from embarrassment.
"That was good of you to obey me though," Andrea said. She scooted to the edge of the bed and held out her hand under Ana's jaw.
"Drop it."
The redness in Ana's face only got worse as she realized how that sounded like something a person might say to a dog. Part of her wanted to tell Andrea to fuck off, something that heavily went against her kindhearted nature. But she still complied.
"Good girl," Andrea said.
In a twist of emotions, hearing those words made Ana involuntarily swoon, just as they had all the previous times that evening.
Good girl.
She didn't think she could ever get used to feeling so disconnected from her body and how aroused it got from hearing praises like that from a cruel creature like Andrea.
"Head down so I can buckle it."
Again, Ana was compliant. Feeling the tugging of the collar, a symbol of ownership, around her neck hardened her nipples almost to a point of aching. She had never felt them get this stiff just from arousal. Once the buckle had been fastened, she raised her head.
"There we go. It's a sexy looking collar. At some point I want us to get you a lockable one though." Having a collar locked around her neck wasn't an appealing thought, not to her rational brain at least. Her pussy had a separate opinion though.
"Now come on up."
Andrea patted her hand on the bed. No longer being on her knees would be a sweet relief for Ana. She happily crawled onto the bed, mentally preparing herself for whatever was coming next.
"Lay down here next to me, and get your hands back on your head."
Andrea pointed to the center of the bed, and a few seconds later Ana was laying next to her. Head on one of her pillows, hands on her head, and wearing nothing but a collar. She was fighting a naive urge to think laying on the bed meant it was time for relaxing. That naivety confirmed when she realized Andrea was tinkering with her phone to start recording the conversation they were about to have.
"Tell me, Pet. What is your full name?" Andrea asked.
"My name is Ana Cartwright, Andrea." Ana tried to stay calm as it quickly dawned on her that this conversation was probably going to add to Andrea's ever increasing pile of blackmail material.
"No middle name?"
