Some Months ago another Tugger started a post about being tied up with his teacher. It was not finished so here is my fctional take on the story. A slightly different theme to it. Remember if anything seems too unbelievable it is all fiction:
TEACHER
I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of Miss Wood. They stared back at me over the top of a large red ball gag which stretched her beautiful lips. Her hair, rather matted, fell briefly over one eye as she struggled but a quick spin of her head shook it clear. She was sitting opposite me, her hands tied behind her back and to the chair she was sat on. To heighten matters more she was wearing only her black bra and black lacey knickers. Her bare feet were resting on my thighs, her right heel resting more specifically on my crotch and rubbing as she struggled with her ankles bound. I could see her lightly tanned legs and feet, her bright red polished nails jiggling about in front of me but I was unable to touch. I was in no better position than her. Wearing only a pair of football shorts, my hands were tied behind my back to the chair I was sitting on, a black ball gag filling my mouth. Like Miss Wood, I too had ropes around my chest, although had no breasts to separate the turns, which bound my arms to my body and my body to the chair, cinched between arms and body to prevent it slipping up and over my head. Our legs had been tied intricately together; each of our right legs sat between the other’s legs. Our ankles were bound together and our bare feet rested in each others’ laps. Our four knees were tied together with several turns of rope above and below each knee, tightly woven together. Our right heels sat on a rather intimate area of the other’s body mutual wriggling proved an interesting experience.
I stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Miss Wood stared back. Suddenly we both heard the ominous “click, click, click†of heels on a wooden floor. Our captor was returning. Miss Wood’s face turned from anxiety into abject fear and I think mine must have done the same. How had I got myself into this mess?
It had started 6 weeks earlier. I had just started the final year of school and had the honour of being both football captain and head boy. It was Thursday evening after school and I had decided my position, football captain you understand, determine that I should lead by example, so had gone to the sports fields to do some individual training. Really just some sprints and turns to get my muscles trim and to break in a new pair of boots. Being head boy I had persuaded the head of PE to arrange for the groundsman to lock up the changing rooms at about 5-30 pm. I had felt a slight twinge in my calf doing some grid sprints so decided to come back in early. As I entered the changing room I noticed light was on in the PE office so went in that direction to speak to the PE staff to talk about team raining – good grief I was keen to make the most of being football captain.
As I approached I saw it was no member of PE staff but Miss Wood the Biology teacher. She was unmistakable with her perfectly straight light brown, not quite blonde hair halfway down her back. Taking full advantage of our Indian summer she was wearing a tight pink top and flowing just to knee length navy blue skirt with a pair of red high-heels which, having spent a whole day on her feet, she had slipped her heels out of showing me a glimpse of her soft soles, slightly paler that the rest of her lightly tanned body. She clearly had not heard me come up behind her, I had taken my boots off and was walking across the changing room floor in just my socks, as she sat staring intently at the computer screen. I came a step or so closer so I could see over her shoulder and suddenly I was shocked.
On the screen she was flicking through a series of pictures of women, and some men, tied up in a variety of ways, and variety of dress. Some were wearing office clothes, others jeans and t-shirts, some underwear or even naked. All were tied, handcuffed, chained, gagged, blindfolded or some way shape or form restrained. I gave a gasp and it was then that she turned round.
“Oh my God.†She said and began to turn pale momentarily, before a bright red rose up over her face.
“What’s this Miss?â€
“Nothing to bother about.â€
“It looks like you’re looking at internet porn.â€
“Look,†she said trying to regain some teacher’s air of superiority, “You aren’t supposed to be here so get changed and go home, we’ll say no more about it.â€
“Well Miss, Mr Parker†the head of games, “let me come here to do some training.†I was loving it. Being head boy you can tell I had kept my nose fairly clean; six years of undetected crime they call it. I had never in over 10 years of schooling had such leverage and power over a teacher. Miss Wood had joined the previous year, fresh from teacher training college, and had turned may a boy’s, and probably a few girls’, heads. She was a stunner in her mid 20’s, lightly tanned, as I think I said before, with a wardrobe apparently stretching back to Narnia. All smart, respectable but doing nothing to hide her looks.
“Well I’m telling you to go.â€
“I’m sure the system administrator would like to know what was on your account history.â€
“Look, I think you should go.†She was becoming far less confident now.
“Well OK. I can always tell the school secretary tomorrow.â€
“You know she’ll never believe you.â€
“She doesn’t have to. She only has to check the profile records.â€
“What are you trying to say?â€
At this point I must say I had had a fascination with bondage for as long s I can remember, far longer than I knew it was called bondage. The usual “Penelope Pitstop†, Daphne from “Scooby Dooâ€, “The Avengersâ€, yes anything with a woman tied up had always turned me on. I had tried a little self bondage too. Nothing great, a sock gag and blindfold with ankles tied and hands tied with elastic so I could escape. I had never actually tied anyone up beyond the usual cops and robbers games but fantasised a lot about other girls at school, stars of television film and pop and of course female teachers. And as you may have guessed earlier just about the hottest teacher in school was Miss Wood. I recognised a lot of the sites she had been flicking through and leant over the computer to flick up a picture or two.
“Interesting choice of viewing Miss.â€
“Erm.â€
“Have you ever tried it?â€
“Erm.†I could not believe it. Her confidence as a teacher had evaporated and my confidence was growing. I saw some rope on the office floor. It looked like the sort of rope that was used to haul various bits of gym equipment which was fixed to the ceiling about: rings, bar supports etc. I picked it up.
“Hands behind you Miss.â€
“Look Paul.â€
“Hands behind you Miss, and I think you had better call me head boy.â€
“Look – Head Boy. This has gone beyond a Joke.
“Hands behind you Miss and your clever Head Boy might just be able to wipe the record of your browsing form your profile. Or we could go home and I tell the secretary tomorrow.â€
Reluctantly Miss Wood put her hands behind her back. I tied them tightly but not so much to mark her skin or bruise her. Wrap loose and cinch tight just as the web site told me. I sat her down in the chair and wrapped the remainder of the rope around her upper body, tying her firmly to the chair. I then sat on the second chair and picked up her feet resting them on my knees. Taking a second length of rope I bound her slender ankles together then finally removed her shoes exposing fully her beautiful feet. She wiggled all ten bright red polished toes for me. I stroked the sole of her foot and she giggled and wriggled a bit. I began to scratch the soles of her feet and she began to laugh. I tied her ankles to the arm of the chair and despite her protestations continued to tickle her, her laughs getting louder.
I took off my long football socks and pushed one into her open mouth as she laughed. Then I tied the second one over it preventing her from spitting the first out. They can’t have tasted too good after some sprints but Miss Wood couldn’t complain. I carried on tickling her bare feet now without the distractions of her laughs and began to lean closer to then. Despite a day at school in shoes they did not smell too much and I bent over and kissed a toe. I then took the big toe of her left foot and put it in my mouth sucking gently. Her stifled laughter began to quieten and I think she began to moan quietly into her gag. Licking between her toes soon woke her up again and a noise which, but for the gag, would have been described as a shriek, came out. I had certainly found her weak spot.
I was conscious of the time and the imminent arrival of the groundsman so I only had her tied for about 20-25 minutes. After I stopped her tickle torture I went back to the changing rooms and left her tied and gagged for about 2 minutes whilst I got my phone.
“5 or 6 quick pictures Miss, just in case the profile record doesn’t keep you quiet. Say anything, do anything and these will be all over the web.â€
After that I untied her. She looked a mixture of crest fallen yet glowing. And she didn’t make any threats to me. Staring at the floor she put her shoes back on.
“Miss.â€
“Yes Pau…Head Boy.â€
“I think we should meet again after school next week.â€
“Yes.†She said, with a slight rising tone in her voice but certainly unsettled, “We must.†She turned the computer off and left.
10 minutes later the groundsman found me just finishing changing and locked up as I left.