Obsessed with Submission

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Ophelia sits beside Samantha's desk with her dingy laptop resting on the very edge as she watches the older woman teach a lesson on "The Raven." The junior class that is currently in the classroom is staring right at Samantha, attention fixed on the words that come from her mouth. Her leg itches but Ophelia refrains from scratching it. She doesn't dare move, fearing to draw unwanted attention to herself again. The last time she had breathed too loud the entire class looked her way and Samantha had sighed in aggravation.

She feels like an exotic animal being studied at the zoo with the way some of the students continue to steal glances at her. All she wanted was to escape to Judy's biology classroom but Samantha had told her no.

Unbeknownst to Ophelia, the domme had schemed a master plan to get Ophelia to sit in on all her classes this week. She created an elaborate lie that she needed extra help with lessons and grading. Since Ophelia had offered previously to lend a helping hand, Headmistress Powell had agreed to have Ophelia sit in and do work in Samantha's classes.

Ophelia internally fumes, wishing she could just leave. Although watching Samantha was enthralling, the woman certainly had a talent for captivating her students, Ophelia wanted to take a nap. But an hour ago, Samantha had very plainly said that if Ophelia so much as tried to escape she wouldn't be able to sit for a week when the domme was finished. That leaves her sitting here in the classroom, watching mukbang videos on YouTube.

By lunchtime, Ophelia was so bored that she started watching Shameless on Netflix for the third time. She decides that Lip is an asshole, Fiona is a badass, and Ian and Mickey are goals. When the lunch bell chimes, Ophelia watches as the students all flock to the door in a mad dash. She stands, stretching. "Finally." She walks around the large desk, intent on leaving the classroom that has confined her for the better part of the day.

In front of her, Samantha shuts the door and locks it. "We're eating in here, sweetheart."

She staggers, backing away and into the desk. "What? But I wanted to eat in the cafeteria."

"Hate to burst your bubble but I packed leftovers from dinner last night as our lunch." Samantha walks to the mini fridge and pulls out an oversized YETI lunch bag. Inside is chicken and rice with vegetables. "You slept all day yesterday so you didn't eat dinner. And then you skipped breakfast."

"I had a bowl of fruit!" Ophelia says, but her mouth is watering. She watches Samantha open the tupperware container and place it in the microwave. Soon the smell of the food fills the air. Her stomach lurches, crying out for food by grumbling.

Samantha pulls the steaming container out of the microwave. Ophelia's stomach growls louder at the sight. She sits back down, watching Samantha divide up the food. "You had a few bites of fruit. You didn't finish your breakfast." Samantha sets the container with Ophelia's portion down in front of the submissive. "Eat all of this and I'll give you a reward."

The container with the biggest portion of food is the one given to Ophelia. She takes her fork and immediately digs in. She couldn't resist the aromatic smell of the food any longer. Before even a crumb touches her tongue, Ophelia tenses. She glances over at Samantha who is already eating. Ophelia looks at the floor and then back at the older woman. She slowly slides off her chair and sits down at the domme's feet. She doesn't look up and see if Samantha approves or not. Instinct told her to go ahead and do it without being asked. She found it was better just to do it than ask.

A hand pets her head and Ophelia smiles as she eats, leaning so that her arm brushes Samantha's leg. She was silently begging for forgiveness from the domme but Samantha probably already knew that. She could easily read Ophelia it was scary.