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When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe it. The self-confident, haughty professional woman was gone, and she had been replaced by an awkward, blushing schoolgirl.
I was just another student, and Winston was a teacher. And now he could strip me naked whenever he wanted and perform his humiliating little searches, and there wasn't a thing that I could do about it.
I knew that I would spend tonight in Winston's bedroom, parading around, being degraded. I knew he was going to use me, and use me well. I knew that in the morning I would have to strip naked and dance in front of him on the athletic field while he sipped his morning coffee and gloated over my humiliation.
And it was just going to get worse. After my shower, I would be marched to the gym for my physical. I knew that Winston would be waiting for me with a greasy, gloved finger and an icy cold thermometer.
I was back in school. And Winston was back in charge.
Edited by C. Lakewood
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agomaybe A sequel Where she gets her revenged on Winston
or Prequel where she relives past times @ School
thomas_deanover 1 year agoStoryteller gives an excellent answer to the question: why the heiress placed herself in a vulnerable position. The answer is a familiar theme in literature:hubris. This question bobbs up in the HCI tales by many of the writers who have branched off Joe Doe's Sandy Foot Girl series.
StoryTeller07over 1 year agoA haughty woman not thinking that an ex-servant could get the better of her, or would dare try, is brought down. A good premise, a marvelous story, gary
