Author’s Note: Over the past few months I have been posting chapters of this story to the NonConsent/Reluctance category. Starting with the most recent update over in that section of Literotica, themes of BDSM will be becoming much more prevalent in this narrative. I intend to periodically post bundled updates to the BDSM category as well. The versions that get posted in this section will feature some minor improvements. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor

The sounds of fervent typing could be heard coming from the office at the end of the hallway. Ana Cartwright had recently gotten notified that her fourth, and likely final, research paper during her time as a graduate student had been accepted to the somewhat prestigious Journal of Clinical Psychology Science. Publishing a fourth paper was a momentous occasion in her world. That meant she could start writing her Ph.D. thesis, for which she was now typing up the introduction.

While this was near the beginning of the fall semester for all the students at the university, Ana had the finish line of her graduate education in her sights. She was determined not to let anything get in her way when it came to writing her thesis. For this reason she had chosen her office hours to be from 3 to 4 PM on Fridays, hoping all the undergraduate students she taught would have the weekend in mind and be reluctant to pester her for help. As one of the top graduate students in her Ph.D. program, Ana had been offered a teaching position this semester to be a senior project advisor, which she gladly accepted. That meant she would be assigned an office where she could work in peace, secluded from the other grad students in her research group.

At 28 years old, Ana was a very attractive woman, both mentally and physically. She stood at nearly six feet tall and had wavy dark brown hair that fell to her mid back. Unlike many of her hard-working peers, she actually made time for fitness. Two days a week for weight lifting and another two for cardio. This left her with a thin and lean body that many women would be envious of. The men at the gym enjoyed sneaking looks at her small perky tits and firm ass, which she enjoyed showing off in her tight-fitting sports bras and colorful yoga pants. While she greatly enjoyed being mindful of health and wellness, Ana had another source of motivation for keeping her body so tight and feminine. It was profitable.

A couple years ago Ana had taken up a hobby of posting nude photos of herself online. At first it was just for the sake of being slightly adventurous. A simple nude selfie in the bathroom mirror. Perky boobs showing and a towel around her waist. She had been careful to preserve her anonymity and cropped out the upper half of her face, just leaving her shy smile in clear view. From there she quickly discovered how exhilarating it could be to see men get enamored with her body and leave racy comments on her photos. She soon found herself making a hobby out of doing highly sexual photoshoots of herself when not focused on research. Unbeknownst to anyone in her life, Ana’s tits, pussy, and ass speedily became available on the Internet for all to see.

It didn’t take long for her hobby to turn into a source of income through OnlyFans. What had started as a simple novelty had now turned into a highly viable source of money, several times the monthly stipend that psychology Ph.D. students at her university were afforded. She felt very fortunate to be near the end of graduate college and free of any student loan debt thanks to her extracurricular activities. And it didn’t hurt that she was able to afford a luxurious apartment close to campus.

Over the past couple years, Ana had gone from being a shy grad student with few sexual interests to being an authentic Internet slut. Routinely seeing how much lust her body could stir up in men (and she hoped sometimes women) that paid to access her photos had done wonders for her libido and self confidence, so much so that another student in her research group had once jokingly asked her for advice on how to seem so bubbly.

Before her first foray into showing off her body, Ana was the sort of girl that didn’t have any sex toys apart from one lonely vibrator. Now she had a wide array of dildos, butt plugs, lingerie, high heels, and much more. And thanks to the Amazon wishlist she had linked on her OnlyFans page, she hadn’t even paid for half the slutty items in her collection. She had a handful of special admirers that had gotten them for her. Overall, Ana had relished her new found enthusiasm for being a sexual person. She only lamented not having a romantic partner to distribute her sexuality with. Being a researcher at a top-ranked university meant little time for dating.

Through all her fun posting slutty pictures online, Ana had tried her best to be very careful about preserving her anonymity. As much as she loved the perks that her pornographic hobby afforded her, she still held becoming a psychology professor as her number one priority in life. She would happily give up all the advantages afforded by her sexy body if it meant getting a tenure-track position at a prestigious university. All of her acquaintances in the academic settings she worked in were unaware of her second “career” and she intended to keep it that way.

Or so she wondered.

In the midst of writing the introduction to her thesis, Ana’s focus was interrupted by a knock at the door to her office. Shoot. When she looked up at the open doorway a student was standing there. It was Andrea Fullterton, one of the students in the senior project class that she had recently started teaching.

“Do you have a moment?” Andrea said in a demure manner.

Andrea was the top student in this year’s senior class. Ana had seen her around during the past couple years at psychology department events and heard compliments from the professors, but had never really become acquainted with her. She was quite short in stature, only a little above five feet tall. Her body had a thin frame with rather large breasts, which were usually kept concealed by her conservative outfits. Perhaps her most striking feature was her hair color. She kept it dyed a dark shade of purple that contrasted amazingly with her pale skin.

“Sure, come pull up a seat,” Ana said, sliding her laptop apart. She tried shifting herself into a helpful state of mind after having her concentration broken. Andrea grabbed a chair that was against the nearby wall and slid it in front of the desk. Then she sat down and made suspiciously intense eye contact with Ana.

“There’s something I want to discuss with you, but I think it would be easier if I sent an email first,” Andrea stated. This made Ana’s eyebrows slightly raise up. A strange request.

“Okay,” Ana hesitantly said, trying not to look confused. Andrea pulled her phone out of her pocket and started pressing buttons to access her email app. After hitting send she looked up with a smug facial expression.

“All sent now,” Andrea stated.

A few seconds later Ana glanced at her computer screen and saw a notification. She slid the computer back in front of her and opened the message. No subject line and no words written in the body of the email. Only a PDF attachment. Now there was something unsettling about this situation. She hesitantly opened the single-page PDF and was shocked at what she saw.

Plastered on the page were images of a naked woman. It took a moment for her brain to register that she was familiar with the images. They had been copied from her OnlyFans profile. Ana’s pulse began to quicken. She had done such a good job of hiding any indicators of her identity. How had Andrea gotten these? She felt like her body switched to autopilot as her eyes further examined the page.

There were four images in total. On the top half of the page there were two innocuous pictures taken from her Instagram. On the bottom half of the page there were two explicit pictures taken from her OnlyFans. There were red lines drawn between the two sets of images linking similarities. A visible tattoo on her wrist was linked to a blurred patch of pixels on that same wrist in the more scandalous image below. A pendant on her necklace being shown one in an image where she was fully clothed, and then featured again in an image between her bare tits beneath. Ana felt numb, unable to think of any words to say.

“Does she look familiar?” Andrea cheerfully asked. Ana refused to look away from her computer to make eye contact with the petite girl in front of her.

“Why did you send me these?” Ana’s voice was shaking.

“I want to meet the girl in the pictures. I think she and I could have a lot of fun together,” Andrea matter-of-factly stated.

“This isn’t funny, Andrea.”

Now Ana’s voice wasn’t as shaky as it was in the words she previously spoke. What had started out as shock was quickly becoming anger. She pulled herself together and looked into Andrea’s eyes.

“I’m not joking. I think she’s really sexy. I want to meet her,” Andrea said.

“You should leave,” Ana quickly stated. She did not like the feeling that came with being mocked.

“Would you like that page sent to the dean’s office?”

Hearing that made Ana turn pale. The two women stared at each other for what felt like a very long, drawn-out moment. Andrea adopted a smug expression on her face as she let her words sink in. Ana pondered the consequences of the university finding out about her secret source of income.

“No,” Ana meekly stated. She was beginning to feel dizzy from realizing what a vulnerable position she was in.

“Get up and lock the door to this office. Then we can talk.”

Ana stared blankly at her purple-haired student, not wanting to acknowledge the situation in front of her. The more she wondered about this the more she visualized losing her position as a doctoral candidate. Her aspirations of becoming a professor would come to an abrupt end. Years of intensive research would quickly amount to nothing. When Andrea realized her shaky teacher wasn’t gonna comply she feigned getting up to walk out of the office.

“Okay, I guess I can leave since you won’t mind dealing with an ethics violation with the university,” she said.

“Wait!” Ana stammered, slowly rising from her chair. As she got up her body felt heavy.

“That’s better,” Andrea said. She looked pleased as her senior project advisor rose to lock the door.

“What do you want?” Ana inquired as the door locked with a resounding click. This prompted Andrea to turn her head around so she could make eye contact with her panicked teacher.

“I want you to do everything I tell you. And you can start by putting both palms on the front of your desk here.”

Andrea clicked her long fingernail at the front of the desk and then moved her chair out of the way to make room for Ana, who had resumed feeling like her body was on autopilot. She slowly compiled after shuffling over to the side of the desk Andrea had been on, leaning over the front of it and placing both palms down. Andrea chose to wait about ten seconds before saying anything else. To poor Ana those ten seconds might as well have been ten hours.

“Do you like being a graduate student here?” Andrea said in a much harsher tone than all her previous questions. Ana winced, she could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

“Yes, I like being a graduate student here very much,” Ana piped out.

“Then you need to obey everything I tell you. If you refuse to do anything I say, then that email I sent you gets forwarded to the dean’s office. Do you understand?” Just then a tear fell down Ana’s cheek. After a few seconds she replied.

“Yes.” She sounded sad and defeated.

“And every time you speak to me you need to address me as Andrea. Is that clear?” Again, it took Ana a few seconds to respond.

“Yes Andrea.”

“Good girl,” Andrea smoothly replied. Just then Ana felt an ineffable jolt in her body at the sound of her student calling her that. For reasons unknown to her she repeated them in her head.

Good girl…

Andrea strolled around to the back of the desk and took a seat where Ana had been before she walked in. She sat down and made piercing eye contact with her teacher, waiting several seconds to speak. How was a girl as petite as her so good at looking intimidating?

“Are you ready to follow some simple directions, Pet?”

Pet.

Again, Ana felt an odd twinge in her mind at being called a name she wasn’t used to. And something strange was happening in her body. Before Andrea had taken a seat in front of her, she had been taking shallow, anxious breaths. Now her breathing had become more drawn out. Maybe she was simply getting over the initial shock of a student trying to blackmail her.

“Yes Andrea,” she said, mentally preparing herself for whatever evil task the girl in front of her was about to ask for.

“Take off all your clothes. I want you completely naked.”

Ana felt another tear prepare to fall down her cheek as she realized she didn’t have a choice. She slowly began removing her clothes, having never felt so thoroughly humiliated in her life. She didn’t fully realize this was just the beginning of all sorts of depraved fun her student had planned for them. How could she? The shock of her online persona discovered by a student was still blocking her from having any calm thoughts. First, she took off her blouse, setting it on the desk in front of her student. Then she bumped her sandals off of her feet and slowly peeled her tight-fitting jeans down her legs. Before long she was down to just her underwear. A matching purple bra and thong set.

“Sexy underwear. Set those down too. Then palms back on the desk.”

Ana sniffled as she began unclasping her bra. But then a horrible realization washed over her. It had to do with the strange feeling she had been sensing. As she felt her breasts begin shifting in the midst of taking off her bra she realized at some point in the past few minutes her nipples had become stiff. Once her breasts were exposed there was no denying that something bizarre was happening with her body. After setting down her bra she moved on to sliding her thong down her legs to place that on the desk too. She quietly gasped as the cool air hit her pussy. Now she had to deal with realizing her labia had begun swelling and she was noticeably wet.

Why…

“Are you getting turned on, Pet?” Andrea had a bubbly look on her face.

“No,” Ana stammered. The pleasant look on Andrea’s abruptly disappeared.

“No, what?” Andrea inquired. Ana winced, realizing she had broken a rule.

“No Andrea,” she said in between sniffles.

“Better.”

From there, Andrea picked up her teacher’s panties and placed them in her purse. It was an uncomfortable sight for Ana to see her thong getting tucked away out of reach. Then Andrea picked up the bra, but instead of putting it in her purse she held it up to Ana.

“Put this in the trash,” she calmly ordered.

“But Andrea, it’s…”

“…it’s what, Pet?” she quickly interjected. Andrea was now speaking in her loudest tone yet since walking into the office. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here. It’s really simple. For now I own you. You do what I tell you. Or else everyone you know here finds out about what a slut you are. Do you understand that?” Being spoken to in such a harsh tone made Ana stare down at the desk as she tried to choke back tears.

“Yes Andrea,” she choked out. Andrea gave her a few seconds to collect herself.

“Now. When I hand you this bra, where are you immediately going to put it?” Andrea’s voice had now gone back to being calm.

“I’m going to put it in the trash, Andrea,” Ana meekly stated.

“Good girl.”

Ana exhaled sharply before accepting the bra into her hand and walking a few feet over to the trash can. There it was again, causing strange feelings in her body. Good girl. Only this time she felt a sense of relief, a momentary distraction from her urge to stop herself from crying anymore. If not so upset by the prospect of throwing one of her highest quality bras away she would have noticed her clit was throbbing.

Once the bra was in the trash, Ana resumed her submissive position, placing her palms back on the desk. Andrea gently smiled and got up, walking behind her teacher.

“Eyes forward, Pet,” she commanded. Ana obeyed and then felt a gentle tap of some fingers between her knees. “Legs spread.”

Again Ana obeyed, spreading her legs aside into a rather lewd position. She was now bent over with her legs spaced out very wide, all while wearing nothing but her earrings. With her legs spread and her hairless pussy so thoroughly exposed, there was no denying it. She could feel that her labia had become swollen and her pussy was getting slick with arousal. Another tear fell onto the desk. Why was her body betraying her like this?

“Let’s try this again, Pet. Are you turned on?” Andrea asked. There was an evil calmness to her voice. Ana could tell from her voice that she was now kneeling behind her. She had to summon all her focus to stop herself from sobbing.

“Yes Andrea,” she whispered in between sniffles. Ana had never felt so betrayed in her life. Betrayed by her body. Betrayed by her student. She knew saying anything else would have only resulted in consequence.

“Good girl. Now put your clothes back on and pull yourself together. We’re going to be spending the weekend together.”

Chapter 2: Off To Ana’s Apartment

Spending the weekend together…

As concerning as that statement was, Ana involuntarily relished the sound of being called a good girl by her petite student. And while she took solace in knowing she was about to no longer be naked in front of a person she barely knew, the wondered of continuing to have Andrea’s domineering presence nearby frightened her. She quickly slid her jeans back up her legs and slid her sandals back on. Then came her blouse, but not before hearing, “Undo the top two buttons.” She softly groaned, trying her best to keep any dissatisfaction to herself as she obeyed Andrea.

Not long after unbuttoning her top to show a bit of cleavage, Ana had packed her laptop into its carrying case and was ready to leave on a strange adventure with her student. She walked outside into the hallway with Andrea and locked the door to her office. As she went to put her keys in her purse Andrea stretched out her hand.

“Give me those and start walking to your car. I’ll be a couple steps behind. Act natural.”

Ana frowned without realizing it. How in the world could she act naturally in a situation like this? With every step her moist pussy would be grinding on the crotch of her jeans. With the buttons of her blouse open as Andrea had ordered she was showing more cleavage than she wondered was acceptable. And now that she was no longer wearing a bra her stiff nipples would be visible through the blouse’s thin material. Ana was desperately hoping she wouldn’t be seen by any students or faculty members.

“Yes Andrea,” she replied.

As Ana started obeying her student’s order to walk to her car she felt a twinge of regret at feeling thankful to have her clothes back on. She had never gone about her day completely void of underwear beneath her clothes. It almost made her feel more naked. She was also having an unexpected moment of embarrassment over being bossed around by a younger woman that was so much shorter than her. She hadn’t quite realized until now that Andrea was almost a full foot shorter than her.

As the two of them walked through the hallway Ana thought if she looked like a mess. Was it obvious that she had been crying just a few minutes ago? She kept hoping none of her acquaintances in this building would see her. Fortunately, by the time they exited the building they had not seen anyone that Ana knew, or anyone at all for that matter. Perhaps students and faculty alike had wanted to get an early begin to their weekend.