Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Mon Sep 12, 2016 6:16 am

Part One

“Sex Ed,” my friend Even said grinning like the idiot he liked to be, “this is going to be my new favorite class.”
“Oh please,” I told him, “you do remember we’re in public school right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, they’re too afraid of a law suit to teach anything more than the basics of the reproductive season, safe sex, that kinda stuff. They can’t show us actual sex or tell us how to do it or anything like that.”
“Dude, do you have to ruin all of my fantasies?”
“Call it my super power.”
“Besides,” I said taking a seat in the back of the classroom, “we’re probably getting Mr. O’Keefe or someone like that for a teacher.”
“He’s like ninety.”
“So?”
“So, he’s so old he probably can’t even remember what sex is.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“What?”
I shook my head. Despite what I told Even I was looking forward to this class too. What can I say? I was a freshmen at the time: sex was always on my mind anyway. Why not get graded for it? It was then my life changed forever. Our teacher arrived.
“Ms. Mortenson?”
Alexandra Mortenson was the wet dream of every straight boy and lesbian girl at our school. Only in her early thirties this was her first teaching job after leaving college. Midterms and finals had to feel like a cakewalk compared to teach rowdy high school kids science.
She was about my height, just under six foot or so, with long wavy black hair framing a beautiful face with the most piercing and knowing blue eyes I had ever seen. Though let’s be honest that’ not what caught anyone’s eye first. No that would be her large bouncy dominating C-Cup breasts, the tops of which could always be seen poking out of the top of any top she wore.
“Alright boys and girls,” she said, “let’s talk about sex.”
I almost came in my pants right then and there.

As expected we spent the class going over the body’s reproductive system. By the end of class she had us reading quietly out of our textbooks. As I read I felt someone come up behind me.
“Keep up the good work,” Ms. Mortenson whispered into my ear.
She gently squeezed my shoulder and left to inspect the rest of the class. I gasped and became instantly hard. When class was over I raced to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls until I could get my tell-tell bulge under control.

It did little good however. Everyday she would teach in a low cut top revealing her monstrous breasts. No matter how hard I tried I could focus on little else. At the end of class each day she would have us do a little independent study. Each day during this time she would walk around the class and watch them work. It didn’t escape my notice however that she spent extra time watching me. She stood behind me, arms over my shoulders, her big breasts pressing up against my neck. She stood there as long as she could before moving on.
Needless to say I was loving this class. That was until we got our first test back.
“An F?!” I groaned walking home from school, “My parents are going to kill me.”
Well they did ground me, which to a teenager feels like death believe you me. Since I had so much free time now I bore down and studied as hard as I could. I found it much easier at home without my sexy teacher hanging all over me. Don’t get me wrong I loved that but it didn’t help was all I was saying. By the time the next test came around, which was when my parents would end my grounding by the way, I was ready.
A+. Now that’s what I was talking about.
“Peter?”
“Yes, Ms. Mortenson?”
“See me after school.”
Well crap.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the science room door.
“Come in.”
Slowly I opened the door and walked into the classroom.
“Close the door please, Peter.”
I did.
“I want to talk to you about your last test.”
“I thought … I thought I passed it.”
“You did.”
“OK, then what …?”
“You cheated.”
“What?”
“How else do you explain the jump from F to A so quickly?”
“I studied my ass off, that’s how.”
“Don’t lie to me Peter.”
I pleaded my case to her hoping beyond hope she’d believe me.
“I don’t believe you.”
Oh come on.
“I’m afraid there’s only one way for me to get the truth.”
She walked to the door and locked it. She then marched back to the desk where I stood waiting.
“Ms. Mortenson, please. I’m telling you …”
Suddenly she grabbed me by the front of my shirt throwing me onto my back on top of the desk.
“What the hell?”
Before I could finish my thought she climbed up onto my chest pinning my arms with her legs.
“Confess!”
“I didn’t cheat!”
“We do this the hard way then.”
She leaned down covering my face with her large powerful breasts. How could something so soft looking be so heavy? The warm mounds engulfed my face holding my head down onto the desk. I began to thrash as I found I couldn’t breath. She pulled herself off me and I lay there gasping for breath.
“Confess.”
It took me a moment but I finally caught my breath long enough to answer.
“I didn’t cheat.”
She covered my head again. This time felt longer then the last one. Finally though I was given a brief respite.
“Please …” I whispered, too winded to even talk.
“Just confess and I’ll end this.”
“I can’t.”
“You’ve brought this upon yourself then.”
I don’t know how long or how many times this lasted. Finally, soaked in sweat, I relented.
“Ok, ok.”
“Ok, what?”
“I’ll tell you anything you want just stop.”
“Then confess.”
“I cheated.”
“What?”
“I cheated, Ms. Mortenson, I cheated and I’m sorry.”
“Good boy.”
She stood and helped me from the desk. I was so weak and exhausted I had to lean on her for support.
“You did the right thing,” she reassured me sweetly, “let me drive you home.”
Exhausted I walked along with her to her car and she helped me into the passenger’s seat. As we drove I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“If you need to rest a little it’s OK,” she told me, “we’ll be there soon.”
I tried to argue but it was no good I was out before I could form the thought. I awoke the car door opening. She helped me into the house and into the recliner. I tried to thank her but just ended up dozing off again. When I woke this time it was morning. It was only then I realized something was wrong. No three things were wrong.
I was naked.
I had been tied up.
I was not in my house.

To be continued …
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby Naughty boy » Mon Sep 12, 2016 7:38 am

Very good story so far! Keep going please!

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Wed Sep 14, 2016 6:01 am

Part Two

I began to panic. That tends to happen when you wake up naked and bound in a strange house. I tried to look around and figure out where I was but the purple tape around my limbs and body made it difficult. There was something strange about this tape, it was several layers thick and very tight but not sticky.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”
I knew that voice. Stunned I watched as my science teacher Ms. Mortenson walked into the room wearing nothing but a big fluffy robe carrying a cup of coffee.
“Ms. Mortenson?”
That’s when it all came flooding back. The accusations of cheating. Hours spent being breast smothered by her until he confessed. Had she kidnapped him? What was going on here?
“Don’t worry,” she reassured me, “I’ve taken care of everything.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I texted your parents last night from your phone and told them you were staying the weekend at your friend’s house and you’ll be home Sunday night.”
“Why?”
“You confessed remember?”
“Yeah,” I answered uncertainly.
“Well it’s time for your punishment.”
“Ms. Mortenson I didn’t cheat, I swear.”
“Do you want me to question you again?”
“No!”
“Then I suggest you do as I say.”
“Ok.”
“Good boy. Sunday I’ll give you a make up exam. Until then I’m going to help you study.”
“Why am I tied up?”
“Less distractions.”
“And why am I … naked?”
“I like to look.”
That made me blush.
“I can’t study with my hands trapped like this,” I argued.
“Oh don’t worry about that. Ms. Mortenson will take care of everything.”
And she did. For most of the next two days she gave me a private and very thorough lesson. If she wanted to indicate a location on the body mine proved very useful to her. Every so often she would unbind my feet and lead me to the bathroom and help me relive myself. At meal time she brought me food and fed me like I was a baby or something. All in all it was a pretty strange experience.
It was around midnight when she called it off for the day. She grabbed a blanket from the couch, climbed into the chair with me, covered us up and lay back. The motion caused me to rollover, my head landing on her breast. She just smiled and kissed my head.
“Goodnight Cutie.”
She then wrapped her arms and legs around me holding me tight.
The next morning I awoke to her leading me into the bathroom. After I was finished she filled the tub with warm water. For the first time she untied me and helped me in. She allowed me a minute to stretch my arms and just soak for a minute. After pulling me back out a minute or two later she insisted on drying me off herself. Then the tape returned.
That afternoon she administered her test. With my hands still bound she opted to make it an oral exam. When I passed this time she smiled proudly.
“Good boy, Peter.”
“Thank you.”
She stood me up and led me down the hall. I thought she was getting my clothes until I saw we were in her bedroom. She forced me up into the bed and laid me on my back.
“What are we doing?” I asked nervously.
“I thought you could use a little more tutoring,” she said dropping her robe revealing a body I hadn’t seen outside the adult websites I snuck onto, “so I thought a more … hands on approach was in order.”
She climbed onto the bed and hovered over me on her hands and knees.
“Now, where should I begin?”

The next day at school Ms. Mortenson acted like nothing had happened. She didn’t lean on me during private study like she always did. I went home disappointed. I locked myself in my room and started jerking off to the memory of her having her way with me. My phone rang. Frustrated I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Peter.”
“Ms. Mortenson?”
“When it’s just us call me Ms. Alexandra.”
“Yes, Ms. Alexandra.”
“Good boy. As your parents will soon tell you I called them and told them you were struggling in science.”
“But I’m not …”
“You will get private tutoring here at the school every Saturday.”
“But …”
“In reality I will be bringing you home with me for more personalized study.”
“Yes, Ms. Alexandra.”
“I thought you’d understand.”

This continued the rest of the year. Then summer came. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it months without her. Turns out I didn’t have to worry. It seemed that I had ‘forgotten’ to tell my parents I had put my name in to be a student councilor at an out of state camp. It looked good on my college applications and it made my parents very happy. They dropped me off at the school with my bag beaming. I almost felt guilty as I snuck around to the employee parking lot. I was too horny to give it too much thought.
“Ready to go, Peter?” Ms. Alexandra asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She kissed me on the lips then shoved my head between her breasts. Just as I passed out I heard her tell me, “welcome to my summer school program.”
As my world faded away I smiled knowing when I woke up I would be in my new home for the next three months.

To be continued …
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Sat Sep 17, 2016 1:55 pm

Part 3

It’s a strange thing, I mused one day in May, to wake up each morning in one form of bondage or another and find it comforting. It was the start of my second week of the summer I was spending as my teacher’s sex slave. I had been dropped off at the school so I could catch the bus and act as ‘student councilor’ at a ‘summer camp’. Instead I met Ms. Alexandra who smothered me with her giant breasts until I passed out.
I woke up the same way I had the first time she kidnapped me: naked and bound in non-adhesive tape. The only difference was this time I was in a small dark space. It felt like it was moving and every so often the whole thing would bounce. That’s when it struck me: I was in her trunk! She didn’t live that far from the school, why would she need to hide me like this? She hadn’t needed to before. When the trunk opened and flooded my small dark world with light I got my answer.
Blinking hard I looked around and realized we were nowhere near her house in town. In fact we were nowhere near any town. A small wooden farmhouse sat on the edge of a lovely little pond. The only road in and out had never even heard of pavement.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“This is a vacation home I rent from time to time,” she explained, “and your new home for the next few months.”
She led me into the house and locked the door. I was surprised to see that instead of a couch or chairs of a typical living there was a large red heart shaped bed.
“We will begin our summer session with a more in-depth look at sexual positions.”
She laid me on the bed.
“Our first lesson,” she said as she slowly and teasingly stripped off her own clothes, “is called the ‘cowgirl’. The man lies on his back like you’re doing here.”
She climbed on top of me facing away.
“When the woman’s in position like this she lowers herself down of her waiting lover like so.”
I gasped as she engulfed me in her moist womanhood. We spent the rest of the night exploring all the benefits the Cowgirl position offered. I think it was three or four in the morning before we finally tired out and fell asleep.
The next day she untied me for a few hours of exercise so I could stretch my arms & legs before our next lesson. This time I was bound on my back with my knees bound up against my chest.
“This is called ‘The Amazon’. The woman stands in front with the man’s legs up under her arms like this. She holds onto his knees, takes the penis, and …”
That was how the rest of the day went.
The next day … the ‘Master’ or ‘Kneeling’ pose. She had the bed pressed against the wall with by back against said wall supported by pillows. She spent the day in my lap riding me to orgasm after orgasm. I think I spent most of May in that bed. Save for the day she taught me the ‘Edge of the Bed’ position. I was taped to a portable stripper pole she set up while she lay well … on the edge of the bed with her legs on my chest and instructed me how to continue.

“We’re going to shift focus a little,” she told me one day in June, “you’ve mastered sexual positions. So now we’ll turn our focus to … exterior pleasure. Our first lesson will be on foot worship.”
She pushed me back onto my back before stretching out next to me facing my feet.
“I’ll demonstrate,” she said grabbing my bound feet, “with a simple technique women love: a little light kissing.”
She began to pepper the soles of my feet with playful little kisses. It felt as though someone had flipped a switch turning on all the nerves in my foot. A jolt of pleasure shot up my legs and deep into my suddenly very alert body.
“Ooh sensitive I see, I like that. Now pay attention we’re about to move on to some more advanced material.”
Suddenly I felt her tongue on my sole. I think I almost came right then and there. Then she took my toes in her mouth, sucking on them and swirling her tongue around them. It felt amazing. After a couple hours of this she placed her foot over my mouth.
“Your turn,” she smirked.
I never once before that day gave the taste of a woman’s foot a second thought. I’ve craved it ever since.

“Our next lesson will be on the subtle art of the blowjob.”
Every part of me sprang to attention that following afternoon. Oh and I do mean every part of me.
“Now obviously I won’t be able to talk much during this so please pay close attention.”
She smiled wickedly before taking my manhood into her mouth. She worked me over for hours. She would stop to explain technique but really just to prevent my orgasms. It soon became clear I wasn’t going to cum unless I was inside her. That didn’t happen till around midnight. The next day she switched roles. Now I had to learn to give oral. She had no problems cuming on my face several times that day. Then came handjobs and fingerings and all the rest. July was a very hands on month.

In early August a package came. Smiling mischievously she carried it into another room as I sat on the bed unbound.
“A key tool we use to keep any sexual relationship fresh,” she called from the room, “is roleplaying. You and your partner play parts in a sexy little play meant to help stimulate yourselves sexually. Costumes can help. Here let me show you.”
She strutted back into the living room and my mouth fell open. Tight black latex kitten heeled boots now caressed her legs stretching up to her knees. Stretchy black hot pants clung to her womanly hips. A pair of handcuffs hung from the attached belt. The black belly shirt with smooth long sleeves must have done nothing to cover her breasts before she unzipped it halfway down. Above her right breast was a plastic police badge. She wore dark aviator shades and a black police hat sat jauntily on her head.
“Well what do we have here?” she asked playfully, “Do you think this is funny?”
“What?”
“Public nudity is a serious matter little man.”
I was about to ask what she was talking about when it hit me: she was roleplaying. So I decided to play along.
“It’s not my fault officer I swear.”
“Oh it’s not is it?”
“No, my frat made me do this. They said it was the only way they’d let me in.”
“Not good enough. I’m afraid I have to take you in.”
She unhooked her handcuffs and attached them to my waiting hands.
“Right this way.”
For the first time since I arrived two months earlier I left the living room. Down the hallway she led me to one of the side doors. Inside was a large vertically standing rectangular cage.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Jail of course.”
She unlocked the door and led me inside. Then she slammed the door shut and locked it back.
“You have been found guilty,” she told me, “and I sentence you to life without the possibility of parole.”
“That’s a judge, not a cop,” I told her.
“Here, I’m everything.”
“Fair enough.”
“Give me your hands.”
I complied. She unlocked one hand only to reattach it leaving my hands pinned to the door of the cage.
“Being in jail can be so boring, maybe I can help you pass the time.”
“How …?”
I stopped talking when I felt her grab my dick and begin to stroke.

The next morning I lay exhausted in bed. Apparently Officer Alexandra is even more ravenous than Ms. Alexandra.
“You hoo!”
Oh no, she’d put on another costume. I looked up as she came trotting around the corner. Her sexy black pumps clicked across the wooden floor. Her long legs where now held lovingly in black fishnet stockings. A skimpy maid’s dress did nothing to hide her many womanly curves. A little duster was held in one hand while the other adjusted her little maid’s cap.
“Ooh I’m sorry,” she said in a terrible but still cute French accent, “I did not know anyone was here.”
“That’s OK.”
“I can come back later.”
“No, don’t it’s fine.”
“Thank you, I will not be too long.”
She then flittered around the room pretending to dust things.
“You here long?”
“No, I’m leaving tonight.”
“Did you enjoy your stay?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“And why not may I ask?”
“This was supposed to be my honeymoon but my wife left me.”
“That bitch. No woman in her right man would ever leave you,” she said climbing into bed with me, “just say the word and I’ll spend the rest of the day here in bed with you.”
“Please.”
She pushed me onto the bed.
“Let’s show that bitch what she’s missing.”
Several hours later I was spent, happily back in my bondage tape. She looked down at me smiling evilly.
“What?” I asked her.
She grabbed the duster.
“What are you going to do with that?”
Without another word she went to town tickling my sensitive feet.

Waking up the next morning unbound I found my heart racing. I could hear her changing in the other room. What was I going to get today? Well I wasn’t expecting that. I had no idea how she could walk in those white high heeled shoes. Her long smooth legs ended in a black body hugging corset that failed to hold in her ample cleavage. White shirt cuffs were hung just under her hands and small black bunny ears sat on her head on a little headband.
“Welcome to the Playboy Club,” she said, “can I tempt you with a drink?”
“Uh, sure.”
As she turned and left the room I saw she had a little cotton tale on her ass. She came back with a small shot glass and a glass bottle of ICB Root Beer.
“You are still underage after all,” she reminded me, winking.
She filled the glass and handed it to me. Playing along I tossed it like a shot.
“Thank you.”
“Here let me get you another.”
This time after she poured it she sat it between her breasts.
“Come on baby, aren’t you thirsty?”

The night before she was going to take me home I saw her video chatting a friend on her phone. The other woman was her age, just as busty, with long blond hair. On the bed beside her was a small woman sealed completely in a sleepsack and hood.
“You’re lucky,” Ms. Alexandra told her friend, “you never have to give yours back.”
“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll kidnap yours forever too one day.”
“Yeah one day,” she said dreamily.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

The next morning she climbed onto me and buried my head in her tits. Before long I black out and when I awoke I was dressed and in her trunk. I was going home.

At school that next week I heard a bunch of boys talking about their summers. One was bragging about finally sleeping with his sister’s hot older friend.
“I can top that,” I bragged.
“Oh yeah, who’d you bang this summer?”
Oh crap if I told the truth and they believed me I could get Ms. Alexandra into a lot of trouble.
“Well, we’re waiting.”
Great, another find mess I got myself into, huh?

To be continued …
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:41 am

Part Four

"So Mr. Hotshot, how did you spend your summer?"
That question should not have filled me with the level of dread that it did. The problem was the answer to that question was definitely a complicated one. I mean after all I had spent the last three months as my sexy science teacher's sex slave. Almost 24/7 I lay bound nude on a heart shaped bed in her living room making love to a beautiful aggressive woman. I could tell these guys that but they’d never believe me. If one of them mentioned to someone else and it got back to anyone in charge it would only take a little searching to prove Ms. Alexandra had kidnapped me. I could not let that happen.
“Well?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought not.”
I walked away and began putting my books in my locker. Even though I knew why I couldn’t tell anyone it still bothered me I had to keep my time with Ms. Alexandra to myself.

That first week back was a busy one. I knew I wasn’t going to be seeing much of Ms. Alexandra at school anymore since she only taught freshmen. I was sure she already had a new slave by now. Somehow that depressed me and relieved me at the same time. Then something happened that changed my world forever. I came home from my friend’s house that Saturday afternoon and found Ms. Alexandra sitting with my parents.
“Ms. … Mortenson, what are you doing here?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“Hello Peter, nice to see you again.”
“Ms. Mortenson has great news,” my mother told me.
“She does?” I asked joining her.
“She tell us you were such a help to her last year,” my father went on, “that she has convinced her husband to give you a job at his bookstore.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and you’re gonna take it.”
“I am?”
“Yes, it will do you some good. The last thing you need to do is sit around the house all day.”
We talked a little longer and I offered to walk Ms. Alexandra out.
“You’re married?” I asked her once we were safely out of earshot.
“No, but now your parents won’t give you being alone with me six days a week a second thought.”
“What if my parents want to see me at the bookstore?”
“My brother runs a bookstore, he’s got it covered.”

So that Monday I awaited her out behind the school.
“Let’s go home,” she told me smiling broadly upon her arrival.
She shoved my head into her breasts and smothered me to a sexually charged blackout. I woke up at her home naked and bound in tape again.
“Let’s do a quick review of what we learned last year,” she said as she began stripping off her own clothes.

So went my Sophomore year. Whenever she could Ms. Alexandra would take me home for private lessons. I spent another summer in that heart shaped bed in her cabin’s living room. I wasn’t as happy that year as I had been as a freshman. All year my friends talked about their relationships and went out on group dates. After a couple of times as the fifth wheel I stopped going. I grew to resent the looks of pity they gave me.
One day my parents were watching a special report on Dateline or some show like that about statuary rape. When one partner was under the age of consent it was considered rape. Was that what was happening to me? Was Ms. Alexandra raping me? That thought lingered in my mind for months. So when she brought me home that August I made up my mind.

“What do you mean you’re quitting the bookstore?” my father asked.
“It just wasn’t the right fit for me,” I tried to explain, “besides I think I want to focus on my extra curricular activities this year. You know maybe get a girlfriend.”
“Well I can’t fault you for that.”
“Thanks Dad.”
I avoided Ms. Alexandra for a month until she cornered me outside the school one afternoon.
“Where have you been?” she asked me, “I’ve looking forward to our next lesson.”
“We’re not having any more lessons.”
“We’re not?”
“No, what we’re doing isn’t right. I can’t keep doing it anymore. I need to spend time with people my own age. Find a girlfriend, a real girlfriend. I’m sorry, but I’m done.”
“Alright, if that’s what you want.”
“It is.”

About two months passed. I had joined track and field and started going out with my friends again. It was at one of my track meets that I met Emily. She was a beautiful blond my age who had just moved to town. She was only 5’3” with a full face and a pair of large firm breasts. They weren’t as large as Ms. Alexandra’s but they were still beautiful to me. We hit it off right away. Soon we were dating. I had never been happier. Except maybe for that first summer with Ms. Alexandra. No, that was over, I had to move on.
Turns out I wasn’t the only one having that problem. I began to see Ms. Alexandra everywhere I went. She seemed to be following us everywhere we went. This had to stop.

***

Emily returned home. She had just gotten back from a movie with Peter. They had talked and laughed through most the thing and were almost thrown out of the theater. All in all it had been a pretty good night.
She walked into her room and flipped on the light.
“Hello Emily.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Alexandra Mortenson. She stood and walked up to the girl. Emily grabbed her in a hug pressing her face into her breasts.
“When can I go home to Mistress Kate?” she asked.
“Soon baby, I promise. We’re almost done.”

To be continued ...
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Thu Sep 22, 2016 7:08 pm

Part 5
“Yeah he’s cute and all but I just don’t think he’s my type,” Emily Toliver told her friend Jennifer Qunol.
“You’re just being picky,” Jennifer teased.
“So what if I am? Can I help it if I don’t feel the need to have one and done flings with every cute guy I see?”
“Ouch.”
“I didn’t mean you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The two girls just laughed. Emily was a cute little blond with big boobs and a round full face. Jennifer was a skinny athletic brunette with a classically beautiful face all her own. The two high school freshmen were enjoying smoothies at the mall.
“Excuse me.”
Emily looked up to see a beautiful older woman had approached their table. The woman was in her early twenties, just under six foot tall, with long blond hair, a cute baby face and the largest pair of tits Emily had ever seen. They had to be DD at least. At the sight of them something happened to Emily that had never happened to her before. She got wet thinking about another woman.
“Yes?” she asked weakly.
“Are you a model?” the woman asked.
“No, no I’m not.”
“Do you want to be?”
She handed Emily her card. It read Kate Hoffman, Photographer.

***

Two Years Later

“How’s my girl doing?” Kate asked.
She and Emily, both in the nude, were video chatting from their beds. Well for Emily it was Ms. Alexandra’s bed. Mistress Kate was in their bed.
“Good,” she answered, “I just miss you so much.”
“I know baby, I do too. This old vibrator’s no replacement for that excellent little tongue of yours.”
Emily blushed at that.
“Ms. Alexandra says it should only take a few more weeks then I can come home.”
“Just be patient, Emily, we want Ms. Alexandra and Peter to be as happy as we are.”
“I know.”
“Now, give a look at that sexy little body of yours again.”

Alexandra stood on the other side of the bedroom door listening. She felt bad she was causing her best-friend and her little lover so much grief. She felt so guilty that all of this was for her and her love of Peter. She had to make sure all of this was worth it. It was time to move her plan into its final phase.

***

Emily lay in her bed looking at that card. Did that photographer really think she had what it took to be a model? No, it couldn’t be. Could it? As she continued to mull it over two things began to wander. One was her mind. She thought back to that woman, Kate, and her breasts. What did they feel like she found herself wondering. Were they firm or soft and squishy? Did they smell as good as they looked? What would it taste like to kiss them?
This led to the other thing that was wandering: her free hand. It slipped into her pants and her underwear until it found her dripping womanhood. She began playing with herself as she pictured Kate. Soon she climaxed and lay gasping. Grabbing her phone quickly before she lost her nerve.
“This is Kate.”
“Hey Kate, this is Emily – we met at the mall yesterday – I was just thinking about you …”

***

God I couldn’t wait for high school to be over. Emily and I had been dating since Junior year but recently we weren’t getting any peace. No matter where we went Ms. Alexandra was there watching us. She would smile and blow me a little kiss. We just stopped going out altogether. Needless to say it was putting a strain on our relationship going into our senior year.
It didn’t help I had Ms. Alexandra for science again. She touched my back whenever she walked by. She wore low cut tops just at the acceptable level so she could give me a good view whenever she bent over. I would catch her watching me all through the class. I felt like a canary in the front of a cat. Then one day when I was leaving class …
“Peter, I need to have a word with you, after school.”

***

Taking a deep breath Emily knocked on the door. God, was she really doing this? The door opened. Emily’s breath caught in her chest. Kate was holding the door open wearing a little black dress showing off her long smooth legs and of course those magnificent breasts.
“Emily! Come in, come in.”
She stepped aside and Emily walked in. A screen and camera had been set up in the small space.
“This doesn’t really feel like a studio,” Emily noted.
There was a couch, TV, coffee table, it almost looked like …
“Oh that’s because it’s not. This is my apartment. I like to work from home.”
“Oh that’s … nice.”
“So you ready to begin?”
Alarm bells were going off in her head but, she told herself, she was just being paranoid.
“Where do you want me?”

***

“Yes, Ms. Alexandra?” I asked her, fearful of her answer.
“I hear your parents are going out of town this weekend.”
“Yes, my girlfriend’s staying over with me.”
“I’m afraid you can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I asked backing away.
“Your grades are slipping; you need extra tutoring.”
“I’m doing very well this year.”
“Still staying with me for a few days is your best choice.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Well I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter.”
I began to turn around and run but she grabbed me and threw me onto the desk.
“No, please don’t.”
“This is for your own good.”
Her breasts covered my face. When I blacked out a few minutes later they were still there.

***

“Beautiful, beautiful, Emily. You’re absolutely beautiful Baby Girl.”
“Thank you.”
Emily blushed not only at the compliment but at the pet name she seemed to have picked up over the last few hours. She had really enjoyed being Kate’s model she found. She had provided Emily with a beautiful red dress that felt way too small. She noticed her own breasts were on display. She also couldn’t help but notice Kate looking at them every so often and licking her lips. They had shot in various poses which became more and more sensual as the night went along.
“Alright,” Kate said finally, “let’s get those clothes off.”

***

I spent the weekend naked and bound spread eagle to Ms. Alexandra’s bed. I had forgotten how ravenous a lover she could be. She deposited my sore and used body at my house that Sunday. Emily was not happy.
This was not the end of my troubles however. No, it was only just the beginning. As the year went on she kidnapped me like that five more times. Somedays she would smother me until I was too weak to resist her and rape me in the classroom closet before sending me home. Then she took Emily.

***

“What?” a shocked Emily asked.
“I’m sure you’ve seen those photoshoots. You know the black and white ones where the girls cover themselves up in a provocative little pose.”
“Yea … yeah.”
“That’s all we’re doing. Relax, you’re underage, we can’t shoot anything too risqué.”
“Alright.”
She slowly slipped off the dress and her underwear. Shivering from both cold and nerves she tried to get into the position Kate described in front of the screen.”
“No, no Baby Girl, like this.”
Kate drug a wooden stool over and grabbed Emily guiding her into a seated position. She then arranged Emily’s arms and legs (rubbing her hands over the latter) into the position she wanted.
“There, perfect.”
They spent another hour shooting photos like that.
“Very good, now can I ask you a little favor.”

***

I banged on Ms. Alexandra’s door. She opened wearing nothing but a damp towel, looking like she just got out of the shower.
“Peter! How can I help you?”
“Where is she?”
“Where’s who Baby?”
“Where’s Emily?”
“How should I know?”
“She texted me that you were following her. She was on her way to my house. I found her phone on the side of the road.”
“I don’t know where she is.”
“Don’t give me that.”
I pushed past her and began searching the house.
“Emily! Emily!”
I hear a moaning from another room. I burst in. There she was! Emily was stripped naked and ball gagged strapped to an X-Cross.
“Dear God,” I said.

***

“What?” Emily asked timidly.
“I never do this,” Kate explained, “but you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I’d hate myself forever if I didn’t ask.”
“What?” she asked, a little firmer.
“Can I get a picture of you for my personal collection.”
“Ok.”
“I have a thing for a damsel in distress. Can I take a picture of you in a little bondage?”

***

“Adorable, isn’t she?” Ms. Alexandra asked as she joined us.
“What are you doing?”
“I just wanted to see what she has that I don’t. Seems like nothing to me.”
“We’re leaving.”
“Not without the key.”
She was right. The cuffs on the cross were padlocked.
“What do you want?”
The towel dropped to the floor.
“A fuck a day until you graduate.”
“Deal.”

***

“I don’t know,” Emily said.
“Please Baby Girl,” Kate pleaded wrapping her arms around her from behind, “I need something to remember you by.”
“Fa … fine, let’s do it.”
“Good, good. We’ll do something simple.”
She pulled out a black latex straightjacket.
“See it slips right on with a zipper in the back. Easy on, easy off, very simple.”
“I guess so.”
She helped Emily into the jacket and zipped it up. It was tighter than it looked.
“Beautiful. Let’s get started.”
She began clicking away.

***

“Emily, please,” I pleaded.
“I can’t live like this anymore. We can’t prove she kidnapped me so there’s no going to the police. She will never leave us alone and you like it.”
“No I don’t.”
“Then why would you agree to sleep with her, every day?”
“To save you.”
“No because you missed her. I could see it in your eyes when she made me watch you screw her.”
“Please…”
“It’s over. My father’s been offered a new job out of state. I’m telling him to take it. We’re moving.”

***

“Oh God is that the time?” Emily asked noticing the clock for the first time, “it’s getting late, I need to get home.”
“Baby Girl, you are home.”
She pulled a rope down from an overhead pulley she hadn’t noticed earlier. She attached it to a loop on the back of the straightjacket and pulled. Suddenly Emily was pulled off the ground and into the air. She dangled there kicking her feet.
“Well your almost home. Tomorrow I’ll pack you up and take you back to my real home up in the mountains. Then we can start our new lives as Mistress and Slave. For tonight however Mistress Kate wants to taste her new treat.”
She grabbed Emily’s flailing legs and pulled her to her throwing her face into her pussy and began to eat her out.

***
I kept my promise. The rest of the year I slept with Ms. Alexandra once a day, every day. One day we lay there in her bed trying to catch our breath after a rather vigorous session.
“Tomorrow’s graduation,” she reminded me.
“I guess this is over then.”
“I guess so. Good thing your little brother starts my freshmen class this fall.”

I couldn’t shake that thought from my head the rest of the day or the next. There was no way I was going to let Ms. Alexandra do to Max what she did to me. I knew what I had to do. After graduation I snuck away from my party and drove to Ms. Alexandra’s house. She was leaving in a packed car. I followed her finding myself back at her lake house.
“This ends now.”

To be concluded …
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby ZTVFemdomtales » Mon Sep 26, 2016 12:35 pm

Part Six

I took a deep breath as I knocked on Ms. Alexandra’s door. The last place I wanted to be right now was my former science teacher’s remote lakeside cabin. She held me prisoner here for two summers using me as a sexual plaything. I had tried to call it off and get a real girlfriend but she harassed us chasing Emily away. Now I was finally free, having just graduated earlier that day, I learned she planned on seducing my little brother that coming fall. I could not allow that to happen. So here I was.

The door opened. There stood Ms. Alexandra wearing nothing but a predatory smile.

“Took you long enough.”

“We need to talk.”

“Inside.”

She grabbed me by the collar and yanked me inside. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She pulled me in for a long passionate kiss.

“No, no,” I said pulling back, “this has to stop.”

“Why?”

“This is wrong.”

“Why?”

“You’re my teacher.”

“Not anymore. Now I’m just your lover.”

“We can’t be together.”

“We already are. You’ve graduated and now you’re ready for your new life with me fully educated in the ways of the screw.”

“Just yesterday you were talking about screwing my brother.”

“Oh please you’re the only man for me. I only said that to get you out here. I knew you’d need some extra motivation if you were going to accept.”

“Accept what?”

“Accept the truth.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the real reason you came out here.”

“I came out here to end … whatever this is we’re doing?”

“If you wanted to end it you could have stayed away. You could have told someone. No, you snuck away from everyone you know to come to my remote cabin alone. I could kidnap you again and no one would ever know. I’d never set you free. I’d keep you here and screw you forever and ever. Why would you put yourself in such a vulnerable position?”

“I don’t know.”

She was right. Why did I do this? Why was I here? Why was all her talk making me so damn horny?

“Yes you do. We both do.”

“I …”

“It’s the same reason you did nothing to resist my advances this year. You never even put up a fight at the thought of being my prisoner.”

“I …”

“Come on, you can say it. Everything will be so much better once you just admit it to yourself.”

“I want to be with you. I love you Ms. Alexandra and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be your bound love slave forever. I will give up everything I once cared about in my life just to be with you.”

“There, much better.”

“Can I stay? Please, I don’t want to live another moment without you.”

“Of course you can. Take off your clothes and toss them into the fire with your wallet and phone.”

Quicker than I ever had before I disrobed and tossed them into her lit fireplace.

“I need to make sure no one can find you. It might take me a while. So until I get back I need you to take a little nap.”

She needed to say nothing else. I pressed my face deep into her cleavage.

“Good boy,” I heard her say before she began pressing down intending to knock me out again.



Three months later we were laying in that heart shaped bed in the afterglow of one of our daily lovemaking sessions. I was bound in bondage tape, which was 24/7 now, my head resting on her breasts as she kept me wrapped in her legs and lovingly stroked my face.

“School should be starting back soon,” I reminded her, “shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Oh no baby I quit teaching at the end of last year.”

“Why?”

“I sold my erotica novel about us.”

“You wrote about us?”

“In painstaking detail.”

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“I wrote it under a penname and passed it off as fiction. It sold so well I’m now set for life. So I’ve retired and moved out here year round. My only job now is making love to you and yours is loving me.”

Well it was good thing I got such a thorough sexual education in high school.



The End
"Unbidden and unwanted came a strange feeling of wonder, that had been hidden beneath his panic ...that this woman wanted him enough to steal him ..." - Beautiful Abductress, Jennie Lee Schade

Re: Sex Ed (F/m, F/f)

Postby Nicktie » Sun Oct 02, 2016 7:53 am

Wow. Great story!