Beatrice, a stern and unyielding mistress, decided to give her slave, Zoe, an unusual English lesson. Zoe sat on the floor, her eyes downcast in submission, leashed like a dog. A short leash connected her neck to Beatrice's waist, ensuring she couldn't escape the teacher's watchful gaze. Diligently, Zoe filled in the copybooks Beatrice had handed her, each mistake causing stern words and angry exclamations from the teacher.
When the task was finally finished, Beatrice scrutinized the copies closely before writing a bad grade on the cover. With a smirk, she shoved the copybooks right into idiot's mouth, forcing Zoe to taste her own failure. "Pathetic," Beatrice spat. "You're such an idiot."
But the lesson didn't end there. Beatrice lifted her feet, clad in black pantyhose, and wrote the letter "A" on one foot and the letter "B" on the other. She pointed at the letters on her feet, commanding Zoe to kiss and lick them, calling the letters out loud. "Now, slave, say it!" she demanded.
Zoe trembled, unsure if she should obey, but the look of satisfaction on Beatrice's face was enough to push her forward. Obediently, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the letter "A," then the letter "B," her tongue dancing over the contours of the letters. "A... B," she mumbled, barely audible.
Beatrice watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as her slave struggled to perform such a basic task. "Pathetic," she scoffed again, but there was a hint of pride in her voice. Zoe may be slow, but with enough time and effort, maybe she could teach her something.
As the lesson continued, Beatrice became more demanding, ordering Zoe to repeat the letters in different combinations and speeds. Each time, Zoe obeyed, her lips moving rapidly over the letters on Beatrice's feet.
Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. This bitch might be stupid, but she had potential. Maybe, just maybe, she could teach her something useful. After all, Beatrice was known for her ability to turn the worst students into competent slaves.
The lesson continued into the night, with Zoe's mind filled with new words and phrases. As she repeated them over and over again, she felt a strange sense of pride growing within her. Maybe she wasn't so stupid after all. Maybe she could be something more.
As she lay exhausted on the floor, Beatrice's foot resting comfortably on her back, Zoe realized that her lessons were far from over. But for the first time in a long time, she felt hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, she could learn something valuable.
And so, Zoe embarked on her journey of learning, driven by the harsh but determined hand of her mistress, Beatrice. Would she succeed? Only time would tell. But one thing was for sure: this was an English lesson unlike any other. (english subtitles)
