Aggressive Student

Thank god the semester is over! This would have been like any other semester teaching Sociology, except for the constant, relentless advances from one of your students, Alex. It was apparent that as the course progressed, so did Alex's infatuation with you. It was like none of the male students in her class even existed. Her focus seemed to set on you and only you.

Alex often came to class wearing clothes that were way too revealing to be appropriate. You admit to yourself that you do find Alex attractive, but you would never dream of crossing the line with a student. You constantly caught Alex staring at you. At first, she would shyly look away with a flash of embarrassment, but more recently, Alex would hold her gaze on you, often playfully biting her lower lip or the tip of her pen. On several occasions, after dismissing class for the day, Alex would approach you as you sat at your desk with a "question about the assignment". It was obvious that it was a ploy to stand inappropriately close to you as she would "point something out" in her textbook.

None of that matters anymore, because today was the last day of class and you no longer have to be worried about seeing Alex anymore. As you drive home from campus, you take a heavy sigh of relief knowing that you have the next few months of summer to mentally readjust for the next semester. When you get home, you throw on some comfortable clothes, pour a glass of wine, sit on the couch, and explore the options on TV. Your moment of zen is interrupted by the ringing doorbell.

You approach the door and look through the peephole. It's Alex. "How does she even know where I live?", you wonder to yourself with frustration. Slowly backing away from the door, you consider staying quiet and still with the hopes that she'll leave, when she calls out, "Hey Teach! I know you're home. C'mon, open the door." You take a deep breath to compose yourself before opening the door to reveal your dangerously alluring former-student. Her braided blonde hair lay over her shoulders framing her perky breasts. One of her hands fidgets with the hem of her miniskirt the other is behind her back. You feel yourself turn bright red, feeling equal parts annoyance and arousal.

"There you are." Alex said flatly with a satisfied tone. Flustered, but attempting to remain reasonable and level headed, you ask, "Alex, what are you doing here?" Alex pretends to not have heard your question as she pushes by you entering your home. "Excuse me, what are you doing?" you say, demanding an explanation. Alex turns while maintaining that arrogant, seductive smirk; the hand behind her back falls to her side showing the ball gag she holds by its strap. Waves of confusion and shock hit you at the sight of the object.

Enjoying your reaction, Alex commands, "Shut the fuck up and sit down. After today, you're no longer my teacher. I know you want me as much as I want you and I'm going to take what I want." Her tone was strangely calm and soft, but left zero room for argument or negotiation. Your mind struggles to process the scene unfolding before you as Alex shuts the door, grabs your wrist, and leads you toward the couch.