Before the teacher could explain her idea the bell rang, students began filing out of the room post-haste without even giving a second glance towards you and the Goddess of a teacher. It happened fairly often after all, it just wasn’t normal she’d discuss punishments. That was what worried you. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Heh, well it looks like class is over Ms. Harris. I better get going before I’m late. Could you please set me down an-”
“You won’t be going anywhere Mr. Johnson.” You shirked into your shirt as Ms. Harris stared at you strictly; Ms. Harris was mad, that was never a good thing. “Do you realize how many times you’ve failed to make a dish?”
“Uh…a few times…?” You didn’t want to even place a number on it, you just stared at the teacher’s open cleavage for some mild comfort as the lecture began.
“Try 32 times. I can understand not finishing a few times, but you’re doing nothing but fail.” She continued to stare you down with those menacing eyes.
“B-But that’s not my fault. I’m tiny. I can’t just cook something fancy when I can’t even hold a spoon!”
Ms. Harris did not like your explanation, “Excuses! I never expected a fancy dish from you. I’m not some sort of monster Mr. Johnson. I wanted small things from you, perhaps an appetizer sample, even a cracker with some cheese. Anything is better than nothing!”
“But…”
“No buts! I didn’t want to have to do this Mr. Johnson but you’ve honestly left me with no choice. For the next few days you’ll be my personal slave. If you haven’t learned by the end of it, not only will you fail my class, but the position will become permanent. Do I make myself clear?” Her imposing figure loomed over you, a face big enough to engulf you in its size.
The situation wasn’t even close to fair though, and you were going to explain that. “That’s not fair Ms. Harris! I can’t help I-“
“I don’t appreciate slackers Mr. Johnson! Whether you like it or not you are my slave for now. In fact, it would be better if you disliked it; maybe the lesson will be learned.” Her increasingly loud tone silenced you with its power; you cowered in her mere presence. “Good, maybe now you can learn. Let me set a few ground rules. Never speak unless I tell you to; you are to always refer to me as Goddess Sarah (First Name) or Goddess Harris. Whichever name you prefer. And lastly, you will do everything I say without question. Is that clear?”
“Y-Ye-“You cut yourself off as Ms. Harris squeezed her fingers together, making you scream in pain. “What did I just say slave?!” You remembered the first rule and nodded weakly.
“Good…now we have a few minutes before the students will arrive so I’ll give you a brief task to start you off.” She gestured to a spilt egg on the floor, “One of my students dropped that and never cleaned it up. That will be your job.” She set you on the floor beside it, keeping herself right there to watch.
Nervously you looked back to your temporary Goddess, face to face with her heels. Following them up you soon saw the black nylons, the cooking apron over a skirt, and a busty blouse. Goddess Sarah was certainly a beauty; you couldn’t believe she just so suddenly made you a slave. It seemed so…wrong. Then again women seemed to love doing that around you, you sighed sadly. The Goddess before you stomped a foot, “I’d start if I were you. Otherwise my foot might wind up on you.”
You didn’t need any more persuasion; you ran up the egg half your size and motioned to pick it up. Ms. Harris interrupted again, “Not that way slave! You’re supposed to eat it! That student put hard work into his dish, the least you can do is appreciate his effort.” You sighed, but it wasn’t anything that new in your life. You started eating the egg off the floor. Thankfully it was a small one, and the floors weren’t that dirty; you finished relatively quickly. Right as students were heard outside the door.
“Good,” The woman lifted you up again. “But it seems you still don’t appreciate food, at least not the way it should be. That might be why you’re such a slacker in my class.” You rolled your eyes; smart enough to only do that and not speak back again.
“So…I’ve figured out a good way for you to appreciate food and those who prepare it…”
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