Tracey's Life as a Teacher

[Survivor29]

This is an incomplete draft version of a story about Tracey Smith set in the enf world created by Katie Smith. I've decided to share it as I doubt I am ever going to properly finish it and it's probably one of my better drafts. It's not completely finished and there is a bit of drafty writing interjected, but I hope it's not to jarring.

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Tracey's Life as a Teacher
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Tracey struggles as a teacher, but she can’t just quit though because of a host of anti-female laws including the Titty Tax, a tax that only slave age females have to pay regardless of whether they are employed or not. Tracey was even working a handful of odd jobs after school as a maid, a waitress, a babysitter, etc., anything she could get really.

Tracey is submissive and meek, easily bullied and manipulated, and in this anti-female culture she just couldn’t control her students. On the very first day, in her interview, the senile old principal confuses her for a delinquent student and strips her and spanks her in front of the two real delinquent girls, Emily and Katie.

Emily and Katie take pictures which they shared online, of course, and the rest of the semester didn’t get any better for Tracey. Tracey never learned to control the unruly students. Brazen hands would often pinch, grope, and slap her breasts and bottom. The most brazen ones were Emily and Katie, whose pranks grew more and more extreme.

For one thing, Tracey was convinced that they stole anything that wasn’t nailed down. The first time it happened was during her first week. Tracey had just let her guard down for the first time. The class was supposed to be answering questions from the book, but instead were mostly just chatting and hanging around their desks. At least nobody was yelling or making a ruckus, so Tracey took it as a victory and settled into her desk to try to do some paperwork. Her feet were sore, so she took off her heels under her desk and relaxed them for a bit.

After a while, Emily came up to Tracey and asked her a question. Tracey was surprised, and a bit suspicious, by the academic nature of Emily’s question, but answered it readily enough and briefly felt a bit hopeful that things would improve. However, it was when class ended and she went to put her shoes on again that she realised they were gone. While Emily distracted her, Katie must have stolen them! Of course, she had no proof, but that was exactly what happened.

Her heels were not the only thing to mysteriously “disappear”. One day she left her coat hanging on the back of her chair, and that too quickly disappeared when she wasn’t looking. But it wasn’t just unguarded items that the girls stole. Apparently, they were pickpockets as well, and used Tracey for their target practice.

First Tracey noticed cash from her purse going missing, and she tried to put a stop to it by not bringing cash to school, but then her credit card and phone went missing. She managed to cancel the card before they spent too much, but there was nothing she could do about the phone which was simply gone.

Tracey’s watch was the next thing that went missing. She couldn’t figure out how they got it as she was sure she never took it off, but soon realised that they girls must have extremely deft hands and excellent pickpocket skills as the next things Tracey lost were her jewellery. Somehow, they managed to pluck her grandmother’s engagement ring right off her finger, and that was worth a lot of money!

After she lost the ring as well as her favourite necklace and her favourite earrings, Tracey stopped wearing jewellery to school too. Emily and Katie were making a tidy profit, but their real goal was just humiliating Tracey so it didn’t matter if what they stole was valuable or not. They were already rich after all.

Emily and Katie were just spoiled brats. Their real goal was just to embarrass and humiliate Tracey. They even stole things from her that had no value, like her hair ties, just to mess with her.

One time they caught Tracey while she was in the gym showers and managed to steal all her clothes, shoes and all, while Tracey showered. Before fleeing with her possessions, they took photos of Tracey in the shower which they added to the growing internet collection. Tracey ended up having to go to lost and found completely nude, and was only able to find small skimpy gym shorts and a small skimpy gym shirt. The shorts were so short as to barely be considered shorts at all and so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. The shirt was no better. Tracey barely managed to stretch it over her tits, but they were still on full display. The thin material would have shown a bra underneath it, if Tracey had been wearing one, and stretched out it was basically transparent. The full details of her breasts were clear, with her nipples not just completely visible but nearly cutting open the shirt like diamond tips. Her midriff was completely uncovered, her tight tummy, nipped in waist, and cute bellybutton completely exposed.

She had spent a humiliating rest of the day teaching dressed like that and at the end of the day had tried to complain to the principal. She had tried to complain in the past, but he had just framed it like it was her fault for not being able to control her students. Also, Tracey learned that Emily and Katie’s rich parents were big donors to the school.

Nevertheless, Tracey mustered what little defiance she had and decided that the torment was bad enough that the girls had to be punished somehow. Even a slap on the wrist would be something! So she marched into the principal’s office to complain and the senile old coot mistook her for a student, AGAIN, and gave her a spanking for dressing indecently. Tracey had tried to explain that she was a teacher and her clothes had been stolen, but he wasn’t having any of it and with a final slap on her bottom he sent her away.

((Idea: they steal her keys and her car. An extremely cheap car which neither of them need, but a blow to Tracey. Tracey takes the bus for a day before they steal her bus card, and she is reduced to walking after that.))

Theft wasn’t Tracey’s only problem. Emily and Katie were constantly finding ways to humiliate Tracey. Once they tricked her into saying the words “I’m a dumb bitch” on video, which they shared much like the many pictures of Tracey in various states of undress. On Tracey’s first field trip, which was the police station, the girls convinced the police to do an arrest demonstration on Tracey, and managed to confuse things so Tracey was being arrested for real.

Following standard procedure for parking violations, in front of the students, Tracey is stripped naked and all of her belongings are confiscated as evidence. Her hands and ankles are cuffed and she is collared, as all female prisoners are classified as slaves. Tracey’s file is built. First they photograph her from every angle in front of the mugshot wall. Then they ask her all sorts of personal questions from her DOB and address to her NI number and her bank details, all of which the students hear.

Only at the end do the police correct their mistake and Tracey is begrudgingly uncuffed and given back her clothes. For a laugh, they give her the collar as a souvenir, as it has already been engraved with the words “My name is Tracey Smith. I am a slave. I belong to _____.” Only the name of the owner still needed to be filled in.

Tracey decides to go for an interview at the job centre hoping they can help her find a better job. (Add that she is told she has to bring all her documents. Passport, birth certificate, etc.) Gets given drugged water. She falls asleep in the waiting room. Gets called in to next phase, another girl and a smaller waiting room. Tracey doesn’t realised she is drugged, but is now extremely submissive/obedient, a bit sleepy, and drooling/tongue out.

The girl asks for her NI number but Tracey can’t remember it so puts down her purse on the desk and gets out her NI card. The girl takes the NI card and starts copying information from it.

As the girl continues filling out the form with Tracey’s information, she tells Tracey to put her jewellery in her purse for safe keeping. Tracey mentally agrees, thinking her jewellery is quite expensive and should be kept safe.

Once she has removed all of her jewellery, Tracey tries to take back her purse but the girl gently blocks her and says she still needs it as she is still filling out the form. And that the girl needs the other documents too. Tracey apologises, confused and embarrassed. She attributes her mental fogginess to anxiety about the interview.

Then the girl tells Tracey to strip off all her clothes, including underwear and shoes, and to “put these on” (two pairs of handcuffs). She says so sternly and tells Tracey she is behind schedule, so without understanding what she was asked to put on (she assumes clothes) and without voicing complaint, Tracey obeys and quickly undresses.

She folds her clothes into a neat pile with her shoes on top and puts them onto the counter which the girl takes and puts somewhere out of sight.

Tracey is momentarily confused about the handcuffs but the girl deftly puts them on Tracey’s wrists and tells her to do the same on her ankles, Tracey is goaded by the girl pointing out that all the other girls are compliant and this is standard, which is the first time Tracey realises all the girls in the 2nd waiting room are naked/cuffed at the wrists and ankles.

Meekly, Tracey cuffs her own ankles, and takes a seat. She quickly falls asleep. She has erotic dreams. The girl wakes her up and hands Tracey her clothes and shoes. Briefly, Tracey wonders how she can get dressed with the cuffs on and where her purse went, but the girl quickly ushers Tracey into a hallway and leads her to her interview. Before Tracey is pushed into the office, the girl explains things like in Tracey’s Interview that only employees are allowed in the staff areas, etc., so she is considered a slave while back there, and bends Tracey over and collars her before sending her in.

When she goes in the man has the purse with all of the contents emptied. He puts them in a drawer overflowing with purses & personal items. He then takes Tracey’s clothes and puts them in another drawer that is overflowing with clothes.

He examines her body, ticking her mouth, breasts, bottom, and pussy. He then fucks her mouth and then her pussy. Afterwards, he says he would usually recommend slavery for a girl like her, but if she insists on finding a job then he might be able to find one for her as a waitress or maybe a secretary if she is lucky. Tracey remains stupefied throughout, but towards the end the drugs are starting to wear off and she is beginning to regain herself. When he tells her she can go, she has just enough sense come back to point out she is still naked and cuffed. The man looks at her like she just said something stupid and useless, but none the less uncuffs her and removes her collar. Then he fishes something out of the drawer of women’s clothes. He gives her a button up blouse which Tracey quickly puts on. It covers her chest well, but only covers her bottom just barely.

Tracey wasn’t surprised to be given no underwear, but was disappointed to be given no bottoms. She would rather have a dress than just a shirt. But the man had already slammed shut the drawer and if she had the courage to ask one more question she decided she wouldn’t waste it on more clothes as she had regained her senses enough to be worried about her passport, birth certificate, etc. The man told her that the job centre would hold onto them so they could send copies to employers. Tracey didn’t understand why they couldn’t just make a copy of each and give them back to her, but she didn’t want to antagonise the man. He told her that they would issue her a Job Seeker ID Card which she could use as ID in the meantime and which she could collect from the receptionist on the way out.

Like he said, the receptionist gives Tracey a new Job Seeker ID card. Much like her NI card, it had her address, DOB, and card number on it, but Tracey was embarrassed to find that they had already taken her picture and put it on the card. The picture was taken while she was asleep in the second waiting room. Eyes closed, mouth open, tongue out, drooling onto her own naked breasts, collared and cuffed, the image is very much of a tired sleeping slave girl and not the professional free woman she was. And now that was what anyone looking at her ID would see!

Maybe the job centre would find her a good job but after that experience she doubted it. Maybe if they found her a secretary job, but everything else he had mentioned was the same or worse than she already had so even if they did she wasn’t sure it would be worth it. They had also confiscated all of her important documents and given her that embarrassing Job Seeker ID card. Not to mention that they stole everything she had been wearing that day and it was one of her more expensive outfits. And they had taken everything. Not just her clothes including her underwear. But also her jewellery, her shoes, and her purse.

She had walked home wearing nothing but the blouse he gave her which she assumed must have belonged to some other poor girl who came before her. She wondered how many girls had not had the courage to ask for something back and simply walked home naked. Clearly the man had expected her to leave naked and even when she asked he didn’t actually give her back her own clothes. Or much f anything. He hadn’t even given her shoes so she walked home barefoot in addition to being bottomless. Tracey realized that her teaching job was probably the best she could hope for and resigned herself to being tormented by Emily and Katie.

She would just have to avoid giving them any expensive targets and hope that they got bored of her as a target. Hopefully next school year luck would just take them away. But Tracey was not a lucky girl...