The Professor with the Seductive Voice

Postby teachertied » Fri Apr 10, 2015 2:32 am

She, was, beautiful. Gorgeous. Warm, intelligent, tender. Perfect. Her long, luscious, rich red hair fell against her smiling, freckled cheeks. Her slim face seemed alive with her piercing, inquisitive but caring eyes and cute nose. Her lips beckoned anyone who dared look, and many did. Her body, again, open, inviting. She was slim, with perfect, round, firm breasts above a smooth toned stomach. Her legs, slim again, but long, and perfectly shaped, much like her ass, not overstated, but it always got everyone staring. Will was staring, they were alone, he was tied up, tightly to the chair his arms bound behind the back of the chair tightly with rope at the wrists and above and below the elbow, rope covered his chest and stomach, pinning him to the chair. He ankles were tied apart to the front legs of the chair, spreading his legs, and his thighs hand ropes pinning them to the seat. Will moaned through the ball gag in his mouth, causing him to drool profusely, she walked over to him, reaching out one of those smooth, soft but firm hands, about to stroke his cheek, she says “OH NO, MY COURSEWORK!!!”.

Will sat at his desk. His chair creaked underneath him as he snapped back to reality. He surveyed his table, papers everywhere, his laptop on his left, showing images of different graphs, a calculator and a pile of paperwork with terrifying equations and diagrams on it, and on his right a stack of work both finished and yet to finish. He glanced at the clock on his laptop, “2 in the morning” he said out loud, almost crying. Why did he always do this, it was the same old routine, hang out with friends in the evening, come back to his small dorm room, push his work to one side and watch youtube videos for a good few hours, if in the mood the content of his videos would be slightly more bondage related, but never work. Never work. He never worked, and he hated himself for it.

He swore out loud once again and examined his the maths. The model didn’t fit, his gradients weren’t the same. He must have messed up much earlier on with the original algorithm. Exhausted, he decided there was no use going on and saved his graphs, finished his word document and picked up his papers, placing them on top of the pile to his right. He pulled his laptop towards him and opened up his university emails. Oh no, I forgot this was for, for her. Will sighed sorrowfully as he typed the name “Hannah Wilde” into the TO box. The system recognised it immediately and he began typing his email. “Dear Miss Wilde, I am extremely sorry…” he hated starting emails like that, how many of these had he sent now? He continued typing, “I have been unable to apply the model correctly unfortunately, but here are my graphs and the essay”, he attached those awful graphs and continued, “Sorry this is so late…” What was she going to say? This had happened before, many times… He signed the email and then sent it, shutting down the computer afterwards.

As he crawled into bed, he yet again, for the billionth night in a row, considered his life. Will started university about month ago, Rhodes university in London, prestigious. The whole experience was going well, he’d been nervous before he’d started but friends soon were made and he settled in well. That is apart from the work of course. He’d struggled with procrastination even at school, having barely got the grades to get into Rhodes. However as soon as he had arrived he knew work was going to be an issue, organization was out the window as every night was a mad panic to finish the paper for tomorrow. All in all the professors didn’t care, if Will failed Will failed, it wasn’t their fault. The one person Will did feel guilty for however, was Hannah. His professor of Complex System Analysis, and the very woman he had been dreaming of that night.

She was incredibly beautiful, and wore glamorous clothes, and often seemed flirty with the students, but there were two things that seemed most attractive for Will, first that she was just so kind. She’d always listen if you had a question and seemed genuinely concerned for the welfare of her students. Second was her incredible voice. So soft, calm, gently, sexy, it always had Will listening. It was for those reasons that Will hated handing in work late and poorly done for her, she was always so kind and Will wished he could make a better impression.

After checking his timetable and realising he didn’t have any lectures until 11 the next day, Will locked the door, grabbed his stash of dressing gown belts and quickly got himself into a makeshift hogtie. Wearing only pyjama bottoms, he wrapped one belt around his ankles a couple of times before cinching it tightly, and then another just above his knees. Then he tied a third one as a tight cleave gag, before securing a slipknot on the end of a fourth belt. He tied one end of that belt to his ankles, and pulled the knot so the slip knot was touching his heels, before he rolled onto his front he tied another dressing down belt several times around his head as a tight blindfold, before pushing his hands into the slipknot and pulling hard with his legs. Makeshift was the word. He knew he could get out just by wiggling his hands for a bit but this would do. As he lay there he imagined Hannah had caught him and told him off for not handing in the work and had tied him up tightly and left him for hours as a punishment.

As a droplet of drool leaked onto his pillow Will drifted off to sleep dreaming of his beautiful professor, and the lecture he would have with her the following evening.
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Re: The Professor with the Seductive Voice

Postby Londit » Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:25 am

Glad to read a new story from you, can't wait for the next part ! :)