## A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Sun Jun 23, 2013 8:18 pm

“How could you!” Mark’s mother shrieked as she held up the pictures of broken windows.
Mark sat at the table, resentful of having been caught in the act. However, he’d never quite been able to defy his mother, forceful character that she was. He simply looked down at the floor in silence.
He had certainly helped throw the rocks at the windows of Ms. Hubert’s house, but he was by no means the one who’d suggested it. Jeff and Brad had both been mad at Ms. Hubert for the low grades they’d received in her class and so had decided to get revenge. Mark had gone out of loyalty to his two friends, though he had also noticed that Ms. Hubert had been especially hard on the three of them while seeming to reward suck-ups like Diane Simmonds or Chris Ballard for no reason.
That was why Mark had thrown rocks at Ms. Hubert’s windows, despite being a B-average 16-year old high school student who didn’t usually do stuff like this.
Of course, he’d been caught. One of the neighbours, rather than confront the youths, had taken pictures of them. Even though it had been at night, the street lights had provided ample opportunity for Mark’s face to appear in the pictures. Now he was in deep trouble.
“I did not raise you to act like this!” His mother’s anger filled the room, even as she waved the incriminating camera photos in his face, as though showing him what he’d been up to.
“It wasn’t my idea…” Mark began, but his mother refused to allow him that escape.
“Don’t you dare try to avoid responsibility or I will make you sorry!”
Mark shut up, knowing that there was little else he could do except hear out the lecture and find out what sort of punishment he was getting.
He was curious just what was going to happen. He hadn’t been on school property so he surely wouldn’t get suspension or something like that. Was Ms. Hubert going to call the police? He suddenly felt fear creep into his mind, even as he kept listening to what his mother said to him in her heated voice.
Finally, she concluded with an angry question, “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?”
Mark paused, knowing what was expected of him to do now.
“I wasn’t thinking like an adult, and I should have tried to stop Jeff and Brad from doing what they did, and I’m sorry.”
Mark’s mother frowned darkly at the bland contrition in her son’s voice. She knew when he was just humouring her.
“I suppose you want to know what’s going to happen now?” she said threateningly.
Mark simply nodded his head.
“Well, I had a long chat with Ms. Hubert. You’re very lucky that she decided not to press charges against you, but don’t think you’re getting off the hook. First off, your video games are being taken away for two months.”
Mark had expected that, so he simply nodded slowly.
“Second off, you’re going to pay for the damage to windows, and you’re going to work off that debt here at home with more chores.”
Mark held back a growl to nod again. He hadn’t saved up much money from his part-time job so he’d definitely have to get plenty of shifts to replace the deduction.
“And finally,” his mother concluded, “You’re going to spend this weekend helping out Ms. Hubert around the house.”
For the first time, Mark’s eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t expected that. He almost wanted to scream “No way!” but he knew better than to contradict his mother at
this point.
Instead, he nodded his head, “Fine…”
“You’re going to listen to her, treat her with respect, and whatever chores she has you take care of the next two days, you will carry them out with no complaints. Or else I’ll hear about your misbehaving and make you especially sorry.”
Mark didn’t doubt his mother’s threat. He was already out of video games for two months. He didn’t want to risk more than that.
“”” “” “”” “” “”” “” “” “
The next day, his father dropped him off on the way to work. His father had had another stern talk, mostly repeating the things his mom had said.
Mark got out of the car, looking at the house he’d paid a visit to only two nights ago. The windows were still broken, but aside from that it was a nice little house from the outside. The garden was in full bloom, it being a nice spring day, though the grass seemed a bit due for a mowing. Mark mentally guessed that he’d be busy doing that today.
He went up to the door and rang the doorbell. It was only 9 am, and he was used to sleeping in on Saturdays. He normally had soccer practice Saturday afternoon, but his mother and father had informed the coach that he would be absent this week. Another way he’d be punished for what he’d done.
Honestly he hadn’t thought it was a good idea from the start. But Jeff and Brad were insistent on it, and he felt like he’d be mocked for chickening out. He wondered if they had also been caught and were going to be here with him. That thought cheered him up a bit, but he realized then that neither would ever agree to this kind of punishment, nor would their parents have enforced such behaviour. Brad was more likely to get a few smacks over the side of the head by his stepfather, and Jeff’s mother, even harder on her son than Mark’s mom was on Mark, would likely have agreed that a visit to a juvie centre would scare Jeff straight.
He waited for Ms. Hubert to respond to the doorbell. For a second he wondered if he’d been too early. Then the door finally opened.
Ms. Hubert was a few inches taller than Mark, and with the advantage of the door step she was able to tower over him. She had pale skin and dark brown hair which curled naturally. She always tied her long hair into a ponytail, however, as if trying to force her curls to straighten. She was in her late thirties, and since she didn’t use much make-up, she was showing signs of her age. She also dressed more conservatively than the other teachers did, avoiding necklines and skirts. Today was no exception, as she was wearing a light jacket over her shirt, with a pair of black jeans on her weekend off. She gave a cold look at Mark, who felt once again that she was almost a human X-ray with that stare of hers.
“So, Mark. Nice to see you here to pay for what you did to my windows.”
Mark tried to think of something to say, but decided to just nod in response.
Ms. Hubert imitated his nod and expression, and raised an eyebrow, “Is that it?”
She was so good at this, Mark realized. Seeing through his feigned actions and exposing them for the bullshit that they were. He felt even more uncomfortable.
She stepped to the side, “Come in, then.”
Mark entered the hallway, not sure if he should take his shoes off. He decided to stay in the doorway and wait for Ms. Hubert’s say-so. He didn’t want to risk losing further privileges.
Ms. Hubert closed the door and stood in front of him, arms folded beneath her breasts and looking him in the eye, “Let’s make something clear here, Mark. You’re going to be here until 8pm when your parents pick you up for supper. Until then, you’re going to work off what you owe me. You’re going to do what I say, when I say, without question. Do you understand?”
She said all of this so matter-of-factly, yet Mark could hear the ominous threat in her voice. She was so confident in her control of the situation that she didn’t even need to try and be imposing. Strangely, he couldn’t help but notice that the position of her arms exposed the figure of her bust. And while Mark struggled to maintain eye contact, he liked what little he saw. He had noticed it before in her class. She must be a size D at least, he thought.
He tried not to think about it as he nodded respectfully to what Ms. Hubert had said.
“Good. You can start with the glass that hasn’t been cleaned up yet.” She pointed to the open entry from the hall to her living room. Mark took off his shoes and began to walk towards the room.
“Where are you going?” She suddenly asked.
Mark stopped and turned around, confused, “You want me to clean up the glass right?”
Ms Hubert rolled her eyes, “And I suppose you want to clean up the glass with your bare hands, smart guy?” She pointed to closed door, “Your tools are in there. Go get them.”
Sighing, Mark turned and walked towards the closet door.
He had only taken four steps when he felt Ms. Hubert grab his hands and force them behind his back.
“What the hell!?” He yelled, as he felt metal cuffs click over his hands before he could wrench them away. He drew breath to yell again, but Ms. Hubert placed a firm hand
over his mouth and nose while holding a cloth. Mark struggled, noticing that the cloth smelled funny. Ms. Hubert held him tight, an arm around his waist, and the other holding the cloth to his face as he writhed where he stood. Slowly, he began to feel tired, and his eyes began to close.
“Shhhhhh.” A voice whispered in his ear. Ms. Hubert’s lips seemed an inch away from touching his ear, “Don’t fight it, Mark. You’re mine, honey.”
That was the last thing Mark noticed before his world darkened......

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by abeslark » Mon Jun 24, 2013 1:44 am

nice story! please continue!

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by xtc » Mon Jun 24, 2013 1:45 am

VERY well written, bravo!
Filling out characters is something that so many writers on here ignore.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Oookay...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Jun 24, 2013 9:28 am

...I could see this either turning into extreme punishment--or something not punishment at all!...
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Mon Jun 24, 2013 12:50 pm

Mark was consumed in darkness. His eyelids felt so heavy that he couldn’t open them. What was happening?
Ms. Hubert. That crazy woman. She’d handcuffed and drugged him! He tried to move, but he still felt so weighed down by the effects of the chloroform. He also noticed that he wasn’t wearing the cuffs anymore, but he had a vague, almost detached feeling of his arms being restrained.
A sharp sound entered his ears, and he felt a stinging pain across his face. The effects of the chloroform were wearing off. He tried to speak in outrage, but he noticed that he was unable to say anything. He felt his teeth chew on some kind of fabric.
“Wake up, slave.”
The harsh order entered his ears. It was Ms. Hubert, but talking in a way that he’d never heard her speak before. It was authoritative, to be sure, but there was a darker, richer sound in her voice. Like she was really enjoying what she was saying.
Another slap hit his face, and he moaned in objection. His senses came back to him in full force. He felt his hands and arms tied tightly with rope, across his naked torso. She had removed his shirt!
He noticed that that wasn’t all she’d taken off. He was able to open his eyes at last, and found that he was on his knees in the living room. He looked around him, seeing nobody. He looked down, and with a muffled yell of shock, he realized that he was completely naked. His nose smelled a strong dose of ladies’ perfume coming from somewhere. His feet were cuffed together in a sort of tiny pillory which allowed him to waddle around on his knees.
However, just as he began to move forward, a sharp crack sounded the air as something whistled to smack his bare buttocks. A stinging pain unlike anything he’d experienced before shot through his body and he screamed in pain. However, the combined effects of what seemed to be some sort of ball gag and the cloth in his mouth caused him to barely make a sound.
“Good to see you finally obeying without objections.”
Mark looked up as Ms. Hubert appeared in front of him. The sight he beheld suddenly made his eyes widen, and his throat go dry.
She had untied her ponytail, allowing her curly hair to spill onto her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a shade of red lipstick that seemed to accentuate her natural skin colour. That, however, was just the beginning. She wore a black leather top which had no straps, and seemed to be squishing her breasts to form even more of a cleavage than she’d normally have. The top formed a sort of mini-skirt, beneath which she wore black lingerie to cover her lady parts. Her legs were mostly covered with black stockings of silk, which complimented her slight heels that were also black.
Mark stared her up and down, before remembering that he was completely exposed to her, and he felt his face redden with shame. Seeing his expression change, Ms. Hubert smirked contemptuously, “Get used to it, honey, you’re gonna be like this for a long time. I called your parents and said that you’d be staying over at your friend’s house tonight, and you’d come straight back to me the next day. They said that was fine, and urged me to make you work hard.” She leaned forward, giving him an ample view of her gorgeous breasts, “Well, Mark? What do you think?”
Mark knew that he wouldn’t be able to communicate with her, and he felt that she was expecting him to protest wildly through his gag. So he kept silent and looked away to stop himself from staring at her chest.
“As you can see, I try to keep this side of me away from the classroom. But in this case, I realize that this might be the best way to teach you proper respect. Though I can’t deny that I’ve had my eye on you this year, Mark.” Mark felt his face burn even more.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Ms. Hubert make a quick move, but he was completely unprepared to do anything in response. To his utter shock, she firmly clasped his genital area, squeezing enough to make him cry out.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, slave!”
Quickly, he looked into her eyes, which stared back at him with a strange fire that he’d never seen in a woman’s eyes before.
After a few moments of his silent pleading for her to stop the pain, she softened her gaze, and let go of his sensitive area, “Unfortunately, that’s just the beginning. Bend over if you know what’s good for you.”
All the fight out of him, Mark leaned as far forward as he could go, not caring that his bare buttocks were almost facing the ceiling.
The cane suddenly whistled again and struck his bottom, and Ms. Hubert spoke up again, “Your first round of punishment starts now.”
Mark screamed into his gag as Ms. Hubert whipped away with her cane. Over his screams and the repeated stings of the caning on his skin, Mark heard Ms. Hubert gasping, either from effort of striking him, or maybe ecstasy at controlling one of her difficult students.
Strangely, despite the pain, Mark still felt himself being excited by what was happening. He was at the mercy of his teacher, who happened to be very good looking despite her age. And this bizarre scenario seemed to speak to him somehow.
After what felt like fifty lashings of her cane, Mark heard her walk out of the room. His buttocks felt very sore, and felt hot enough to produce steam. He sighed from his punishment, sweat trickling down his face and forming a small puddle on the floor.
He dared not move from his position, so Ms. Hubert grabbed him by his short, brown hair and pulled him upright to look into her face again, “Now you’ll clean up the pieces of glass.” She held up a broom that seemed impossibly small. Mark looked at in confusion, indicating his bound arms to Ms. Hubert.
She smiled down at him, “Oh don’t worry, honey. You won’t need your arms. She then pushed the broom’s handle so that it attached itself to the front of Mark’s gag. He began to move his head from side to side, feeling the added weight of the broom.
“Get to it, slave. I give you thirty minutes.” Ms Hubert pointed at the dustpan, which she’d placed next to the shards of glass.
“And if I see any pieces that you missed, I’ll make you sorry.” She held up a long, pink vibrator, giggling at Mark’s horrified reaction. She then walked out of the room.
Carefully, Mark wiggled his way towards the shards of glass, and began figuring out how to brush them with enough force so that they’d go into the dustpan. He began panicking when he realized just how long the efforts were taking him, especially when Ms. Hubert sat down at a chair nearby and teasingly watched his progress.
Occasionally she would take pictures with her digital camera, ignoring Mark’s shock at how evidence of his humiliation was being collected.
“Not so easy without your hands, is it?” She mockingly asked at one point. Mark growled behind his gag.
“By the way, you might be wondering what that taste is in your mouth. I made sure to pick out the underwear I wore at the gym yesterday. I don’t think I’ve exercised so hard in months.”
Mark cursed at this realization, fuming at the fact that Ms. Hubert began to laugh.
“You know, I should do this to you more often. The idea of you chewing on my used undies is a great motivator.” She began laughing harder as Mark glared at her, trying his hardest to yell past his double gag. In response, she tauntingly waved the vibrator in his direction.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes left, honey. Do try to finish your task.”
Furiously, Mark turned to continue sweeping up the pieces of glass. But it seemed like Ms. Hubert’s taunts had riled him up beyond any kind of competent work. He struggled to focus, but the more effort he put into it, the more impatient he got when his effort went unrewarded.
The small pieces of glass eventually found themselves in the dustpan, one by one. Moaning in frustration, Mark swept on, tired from the effort of moving his head constantly to apply strength to the sweeping.
Suddenly, he felt a hand grab the back of his head by the hair. With a grunt of pain, he was pulled backwards, until he was staring up at the ceiling. Ms. Hubert’s face came into view.
“Time’s up. Let’s see how you did.”

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Wed Jun 26, 2013 7:42 pm

Letting go of Mark, she walked over to the area where the glass had fallen. Mark looked too, and noticed that he had barely swept up half the glass shards. He looked up fearfully at Ms. Hubert’s dangerous-looking smile.
“I’m afraid you really didn’t do very well. I’d give it a B for effort alone, but since we were talking about results, you fail. Time for your next punishment.”
She detached the broom from his gag, walked back to the hall, and returned with a dog’s collar and leash. Mark shook his head wildly in shock.
“Time for my little slave to become my little bitch!” And with that, she attached the collar around his neck, and began pulling him out of the living room. He tried to waddle along so as to make it less painful on his neck and head, even as she led him to the backyard. He began “Mmmmph”ing in horror at the realization that he’d be publicly revealed as being tied up, naked, and treated like a submissive sex slave.
Ms. Hubert noticed his distress and chuckled, “Oh please relax, slave. My neighbours have better things to do this weekend than spy on my little games.”
As she led him to the backyard, Mark noticed that her fences seemed much higher than normal. Her backyard was small, but had plenty of room for little stretches of flowers and other such plants. At the end of the backyard was a thick hedge that made it impossible to see the other side. Mark breathed a sigh of relief, until he noticed that two posts stood in front of the hedge, with manacles attached to the top and bottom.
She led him through the grass, not caring when he voiced his discomfort at the long, tickling blades of grass on his body, “Get used to nature, slave.”
With that, she proceeded to slowly untie his limbs one by one, manacling them to the posts before untying his other limbs. As relieved as he was to be free of the ropes, his arms and legs were securely manacled a far enough distance apart so that he couldn’t move. He felt the sun on him as he stood, naked, in front of his captor.
Ms. Hubert smiled and stepped forward. To Mark’s surprise, she began stroking his chest, limbs, and face. “You really are a cutie.” Her hand suddenly moved to his manhood, and she began stroking in another manner. A low groan escaped from Mark, having never experienced this kind of contact with someone else before. To make matters worse, Ms. Hubert leaned forward and began nibbling on his neck, ears, and face, leaving little smudges of lipstick and love bites.
Just as Mark was driven nearly wild by desire, Ms. Hubert stopped and stepped away from him, leaving him unable to climax. It took Mark a second to realize what had been done, and he stared with shock at Ms. Hubert, pleading silently for her to finish what she had started.
But she smiled and shook her head, “Consider that more punishment, slave. But if you need help to calm down, I have a solution.”
She pointed to a spot on the ground near the posts. Mark followed her finger and saw, to his horror, that there was a sprinkler set up and attached to the hose.
Even though Mark knew it would only excite Ms. Hubert, he began pleading through his gag, viciously shaking his head.
Ms. Hubert’s smile widened, “How little you understand me.” With that, she turned around and walked over to the start of the hose and turned the faucet.
Instantly, Mark was splashed with cold water, which would have had him screaming his head off if he weren’t so securely gagged. He also couldn’t move out of the way
from the sprinkler’s line of fire, so he was forced to depend on the sprinkler’s rotation to receive the tiniest of breaks.
Ms. Hubert sat by and watched it all with delight, “And to think, it’s not even lunchtime, slave. You and I have a long day ahead of us.”
“” “” “” “ “ “” “ “ “” “ “ “ “” “”” “” “
After what seemed like an eternity, Ms. Hubert turned off the hose.
Mark shivered where he stood. He was naked, firmly manacled to two posts, and soaking wet. He looked down at his manhood, which had shrunk to a fraction of its size thanks to all the cold water that Ms. Hubert had employed.
“I think it’s time for some more pictures,” Ms. Hubert said, as she took out her camera again. Ignoring Mark’s muffled protests, she took various different angles, almost as though he was a model.
“I normally keep photos like these to myself, but I’m quite happy to share them online with my community. How would you like that, Mark?” she asked cheerfully.
Mark shook his head vigorously.
“Good, I see you want to keep quiet about this as much as I do. And I appreciate that you’ll obediently go along with whatever plans I have for today. It’s nice that we finally have some understanding between us.” Ms. Hubert announced while ruthlessly pinching his rear end to incite more muffled responses.
“I’m going to take off your manacles. Do I have your word that you won’t try to run?” she asked.
Mark paused, and nodded slowly.
“Good. Nice to see my little bitch is being housebroken.” With that, she uncuffed him from the posts. Mark sighed as he rubbed his wrists, still shivering despite the warm sun on his body.
“Now, I want you to go clean up the glass which you neglected to take care of, and do it properly this time. As nice as it is to watch you squirm, you will be somewhat productive during your time here,” Ms. Hubert ordered.
Mark stood there, confused. Carefully, he pointed to his gag as a mute question. Ms. Hubert smiled, “No no, Mark, I’m afraid I quite like you when you’re unable to talk back to me. So get a move on. I have something to take care of for now, so I’ll let you impress me with your clean up skills.” With that she led him back into the house.

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by ropedin » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:59 pm

> xtc wrote:VERY well written, bravo!
> Filling out characters is something that so many writers on here ignore.

I agree, the extra touches are appreciated!

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Sat Jun 29, 2013 11:31 pm

It was very surreal, Mark thought as he swept up the various shards of glass. Here he was, gagged and naked, obediently doing chores in his teacher’s house. And yet after everything she’d done to him so far, this felt like the most normal thing.
Carefully making sure that all the pieces of glass were gone, Mark emptied the dustpan into the garbage and put away his tools.
Ms. Hubert seemed to be away for now, so Mark stood awkwardly in the hallway, waiting for her to return. He had a feeling that she was expecting him to try and run for it, but her threat of the photos, as well as his lack of any clothes, led him to think that staying was the best option. However, the gag was really irritating him. Her underwear in his mouth seemed to be leaving a permanent taste, and the gag straps over his mouth and head had been feeling sore for a while. Maybe he could just give himself a little break, and re-attach it before she came back.
Carefully, he walked over to the bathroom and examined the straps in the mirror, trying to figure out how to remove the gag from his head. It really was an elaborate set-up, he had to admit, and because he’d never even handled such a gag before, he had no idea how it was supposed to work.
Finally, he figured out part of the straps, and began loosening the grip of the gag over his head.
That was when the door opened with a bang, and Ms. Hubert grabbed him by the ear, “You just don’t learn your lesson, do you?”
Ignoring his muffled cries of pain in between his unsuccessful attempts to explain, Ms. Hubert led him upstairs, into a room on the left-hand side.
The room was small, with many boxes lying around half-opened. On one side of the room was a bed. The bed was simple, except for the large metal posts that makred each corner. There were also a number of bars jutting down from the ceiling. In between his ordeal, Mark noticed that the boxes were filled with bondage equipment. He was clearly in deep trouble.
With her unexpected strength, as well as her forceful personality, Ms. Hubert forced Mark down to lie face-down on the bed. Immediately, she bound his arms to each of the posts on one side, and his feet to the other posts. His head was thus at the very edge of the far side of the bed, able to look down the floor, while his feet were where the pillows normally lay. Once again he was spread-eagled, barely able to move, and still tightly gagged.
Ms. Hubert suddenly reached down and grabbed his private parts in that familiar squeeze which rendered him completely helpless and meek, “You always did need to learn things the hard way. And unfortunately for you, I just need the slightest excuse.”
Mark whimpered, not knowing what was going to happen now.
“So you’re tired of that gag? Tell me the truth.”
Slowly, Mark nodded.
“Well, in that case, I’ll take care of that.”
Letting go of his privates (and ignoring his sigh of relief), Ms. Hubert undid the straps, and allowed him to spit out the foul-tasting clothes into her hand.
“Does that feel better?”
“Yes, Ms. Hubert.” Mark replied hoarsely.
“Good. Because now you’re going to return the favour.”
And to his utter shock, she stood in front of him, and took off the bottom half of her lingerie. He was left staring straight at her vagina. She had trimmed her pubic hair to a very short length, so that they seemed like the beginnings of a porcupine’s quills. Her labia was a dark, wrinkled, yet almost pulsing form of flesh, forming a slit into that realm which boys like Mark had long desired to enter. Now Mark was about to get his chance in the most unlikely of circumstances.
“I was going to take a shower to prepare for a special occasion tonight, but since you’re tired of wearing a gag, you might as well make yourself useful and do a small clean-up first.”
Mark had no words. He was looking right at his teacher’s vagina while tied naked to a bed. He almost expected to wake up from this dream, except he couldn’t quite figure out if this was a dream or a nightmare.
“I assume you’ve watched your share of porn. Half of it is absolute bullshit, so you’d better make sure to do it the proper way. If you displease me, you’ll be sure to know it.”
With that, she put her hand over his mouth and suddenly smacked his behind with what felt like a metal flyswatter. The blow almost made the caning he’d already received feel like tickling. Tears popped into his eyes as he screamed into her hand.
“Nice to see you’ve got the idea. Now go.”
Trembling, Mark leaned forward, pausing briefly at the pubic smell when he got close enough. To make up for his delay, he stuck out his tongue and pierced the labia into the depths of her vagina.
He was immediately rewarded with another blow.
“Stop. You’re going far too quickly, slave. Make sure to take your time or else you’ll feel sorry.”
Take my time, Mark thought, trying to remember how the guys in porn did it. It seemed to obvious looking at how the experts took care of it, but now apparently that was all bullshit? Thinking hard, he decided he needed to start beyond the labia.
Carefully, he planted delicate kisses between her legs, ignoring the scratch of her short hairs.
“Interesting choice,” Ms. Hubert commented, and Mark noticed that her voice had changed. He was doing something right.
Carefully he continued, before deciding that it was now time to deal with the out layer of her labia. Gently, he gave short, tender licks, encouraged by the fact that Ms.
Hubert had begun moaning softly, leaning her lower half forward and spreading her legs.
Mark slowly worked his way to where the opening had widened to give a proper view of pink flesh within. Trying to remember where a woman’s G-spot was, Mark disguised his confusion by simply exploring with his tongue. By now, her vagina had become very moist, and Mark felt the moisture run down his mouth and chin. The taste on his tongue was unlike anything he’d expected, but he ignored it and continued. He felt himself harden, despite lying face-down on the bed.
After a while, he probed the tip of his tongue upwards, which suddenly prompted Ms. Hubert to gasp out, “Yes! That’s it! Keep going!”
Mark needed no second bidding. He pushed further with increased action, rewarded by Ms. Hubert’s gasps and her sudden shaking where she stood.
Finally, she gave a cry of ecstasy, and juices filled Mark’s mouth almost in response. He gave a sigh of relief, and lowered his head while Ms. Hubert composed himself.
After a few minutes, Ms. Hubert, her skin streaked with sweat, lowered herself down to Mark’s view, and kissed him. Mark was lost in the moment, wondering if he’d just gone crazy. For the first time that day, a part of him wondered if he should break people’s windows more often.
Ms. Hubert broke off the kiss as suddenly as she had started it, and pulled out a handkerchief from her cleavage (Mark winced as he tried to adjust his position on the bed to ease the tension on his erect manhood).
Dabbing away the sweat on her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts, Ms. Hubert then placed the handkerchief between her legs and wiped away what moistness there was left.
“You’re finally showing me that you can learn when you want to, Mark. I’m impressed.” She leaned in to kiss Mark again. Obliging cheerfully, Mark closed his eyes and opened his mouth eagerly.
To his shock, he felt Ms. Hubert stuff the handkerchief into his mouth. Soaked with her sweat and other juices, Mark nearly spat it out in disgust before a hand was firmly clamped over his mouth.
Ms. Hubert hardened her voice again, “But you haven’t quite learned your lesson yet, I’m afraid. We can’t always choose when it suits us to behave. And you might be a promising slave, but you still gave in to your friends’ criminal behaviour. Before you’re done, you’re going to learn about proper discipline.” With that, she took out a
large ball gag from a nearby box and forced the ball into Mark’s mouth. The size of the ball forced Mark to open his mouth wide, and pushed the cloth further into his mouth, putting a foul taste in the back of his throat.
“I have special plans for you tonight, Mark. So I’m going to get us both ready for tonight.” With that, she got up, pulled her underwear over her privates, and left the room to leave Mark alone on the bed, even more muffled and gagged than ever.

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:42 am

After what seemed like an hour to Mark, Ms. Hubert returned. She smelled of various soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. Her long, curly hair was freshly dried and perfectly arranged on her head so that it seemed to be out of a shampoo commercial. She was also completely naked, except for a towel that she had wrapped under her armpits. Mark felt himself harden as he stared up at her, imagining what she must look like beneath that towel.
Ms. Hubert noticed his gaze, and smiled down, “Am I dressed too formally, slave? I’m sure you never gave me much of a second look in the classroom.”
That was true. Mark hadn’t ever been attracted to her before. She had never tried to seem attractive at all, hiding her body with clothes that didn’t reveal much or allow for sensual imagination. She had seemed like such a normal person, which was what surprised Mark most about all these goings-on.
Ms. Hubert shook her head contemptuously, “I’ve been around long enough to know men and boys’ reaction to women they find attractive. I’d rather not let that get in the way of my career. Though in your case...” she added, “I couldn’t help but make an exception.”
With that, she walked around Mark and untied his arms from the post. However, she then took the lines of rope still attached to his wrists and put several braids into them, forcing him to put his hands together behind his back. Taking the separate ends of the rope again, she tied them to the same posts that his legs were tied to, making the tension taught so that he was forced upright on his knees.
Now his phallus was stuck out like a small flagpole. Mark once again blushed at this exposure in front of his teacher. Ignoring Mark’s embarrassment, Ms. Hubert gave him a small smile, "We have some extra time before this evening, so while I get the house ready, you can stay up here nice and safe."
She went over to another box and took out ear plugs and a blindfold. Now Mark was bereft of sight and hearing, and for a moment he was utterly lost in silent darkness.
Suddenly he felt one of his ear plugs being taken out, and Ms. Hubert’s low whisper entered his ear once again, “Did you hear anything I said?”
Mark shook his head, moaning into his gag.
“Good. I’m going to leave you like this for now. But in case you get bored, I’m leaving you with some excitement.”
To Mark’s horror, he felt a phallic shape being thrust into his behind. Screaming into his gag, Mark heard Ms. Hubert flick a switch. A buzzing sound softly began, and the vibrator began working on what felt like a very low setting. Mark struggled to stop what was happening, but it was no use. As added measure, Ms. Hubert bound his
forearms together, giving him even less flexibility.
“Just relax and enjoy, slave.” She gleefully remarked, taping another vibrator to his leg so that to top was placed between his testicles. That one was also turned on low, and so the two vibrators did their work.
“I’ll check in on you later to see how you’re doing, though you might not notice.” Ms. Hubert ignored his muffled pleas, and plugged his ear again, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the two vibrators.
After a while, he felt himself being unwittingly excited by the low buzz of the vibrators. The front one especially forced him to remain fully erect, but without any chance of relief. Unable to hear himself moan or cry out in frustration, Mark tried to ignore the persistent feelings of the vibrators, wondering what was going on while he was here all alone.
Time seemed to disappear. Mark had no means of finding out what was going on. He knew that Ms. Hubert came in a few times, because she would tease him by switching both vibrators to higher settings, causing him to buck and twist as hard as he could, bellowing through his gag. However, she knew what she was doing and gave him no orgasm, placing both vibrators back to low before he could climax.
So this went for what seemed like an eternity to Mark. Until finally, when he thought he was going crazy from the effects of the vibrators on his body, he felt someone take out his ear plugs.
“How do you feel, sexy?”
Mark screamed through his gag at Ms. Hubert, who merely laughed and finally switched the vibrators off. Ignoring his gasps and sobs of relief, she took them away and untied the blindfold from his eyes.
Blinking, Mark stared at Ms. Hubert. Her hair still looked as it had when she’d left the shower, but now she’d also put on a fresh layer of lipstick, as well as a bit of blush and eye shadow. She was wearing what seemed like a strapless, sleeveless, mini-skirt version of Morticia Adam’s dress. A very generous V-line also helped to keep Mark aroused as Ms. Hubert approached him.
“So, I’m glad I managed to get you for overnight, because I have a few special friends coming over tonight for a bit of fun. You’ll help make the evening especially interesting.”
Mark sighed and groaned.
“Oh what’s the matter, slave? You don’t want to join in? You don’t like seeing me like this?” With that last question, Ms. Hubert suddenly took the top of her mini-skirt and lowered it down to her waist.
Mark stared in amazement. Her breasts were large and pale, topped off by nipples that seemed particularly large and pink. Because of her age, they had already begun to sag without any support, but the natural effect seemed only to stimulate the attraction of this older woman. Mark felt himself brought to near ejaculation, particularly when Ms. Hubert teasingly began fondling them as she delighted in the power she had over Mark.
Suddenly, just as he thought he might be able to climax, Ms. Hubert revealed that she was holding a special looking ring. It seemed too big for a finger, and Mark was still confused as Ms. Hubert leaned forward, and secured the ring around the base of his manhood.
“That, in case you’re curious, is a cock ring. I don’t want you losing control too quickly at the party.” With that, she smiled mockingly as she pulled her top back over her breasts.
A party? Mark was suddenly scared. What was he meant to do at this party?
Ms. Hubert untied him from the posts, making sure to place his hands and feet in handcuffs. This forced his walk to be very hobbled, unable to run from Ms. Hubert’s
plans. He was also unable to take off his ball gag or the cock ring, both of which were taking their toll on him.
She took Mark to the bathroom, and after some difficulty, had him stand in the shower. She proceeded to rub his entire body in soap, causing him irritation and immense pleasure depending on where she rubbed. The ring he wore had that terrible effect of building his pleasure but denying him any form of release.
After he had been completely washed and dried off, Ms. Hubert led him downstairs to the basement.
A large television was on one side of the wall, with a half-circle of couches in the middle of the room. Some of the boxes that had been in the room upstairs had been moved down to the basement, as they lay next to the couches. A short table was in the centre of the half-circle, with several snacks and appetizers prepared with plates, cutlery, and glasses for drinks. What was especially peculiar though, was the sling that hung from the ceiling. Two chain links had been firmly put into the ceiling, from which hung two lengths of thick rope, both of which were looped around. Where the loops ended, was attached what seemed to be a leather rectangle, as though to support something.
Or someone.
Mark noticed that there was a step ladder under the makeshift swing. Ms. Hubert prodded him to walk towards it, amused at his moans of fear.
After his feet were uncuffed, and he was able to walk properly again. Mark was made to climb up the steps, and carefully lie down onto the swing. There was only enough room for half his torso, and Ms. Hubert made him edge forward so that the bottom of his sternum touched the end of one side of the swing, while his erect penis, along with its cock ring, was over the other side. Ms. Hubert then got to work. She pushed the top of his legs downwards, so that they were pushing more towards the bottom of the swing’s seat. This forced Mark to push out his rear end, while leaving more than enough room for his genitals to dangle freely in the air. Ms. Hubert took more rope and tied his legs into place so that he couldn’t move them even if he wanted too. She then moved the step ladder to his top half, and while his arms were still bound behind him, tied his lower back to the swing seat, rendering him almost immobile from the neck down. Ms. Hubert proved it by pinching, poking, and tickling him everywhere, delighting in his muffled pleading. She began to laugh when she gave him a push, and he began to swing in midair like a piñata. What made matters worse was that Mark was perfectly within Ms. Hubert’s reach, as he was swaying at about her should height when all was said and done.
“I hope you like this new set-up, slave. You’re going to be here for a long time,” Ms. Hubert gloated.
It was then that the doorbell rang.

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Sat Jul 06, 2013 5:38 pm

Ms. Hubert immediately went upstairs for a moment. Mark heard the door being opened, and several voices calling out in greeting.
After a short while of chatter, Ms. Hubert’s voice rang out, “It’s all set up downstairs, ladies. And I’ve got a special toy for tonight that I know we’ll all get to enjoy.”
This prompted laughter, and Mark shuddered as he tried to imagine what was going to happen next.
Ms. Hubert led the way downstairs, wearing a magnanimous smile of a hostess who has achieved massive success. Behind here were three women, all of them around their mid to late thirties, by the look of it. All three exclaimed in surprise to see Mark there, but then delight came into their voices.
“Emily, you shouldn’t have!” One of them exclaimed. She seemed the youngest of them, in her mid thirties presumably. Her eyes seemed especially wide for a woman her age, and her lips were full. She had black hair which she wore short and jagged on her head. She was short, slight, but with a prominent bust, which Mark could clearly see due to her wearing a red sheath dress that seemed designed to show off her cleavage.
“These get-togethers wouldn’t quite be the same without some extra entertainment, Diane, you know that”, said one of the other women. This one was wearing what seemed to be a more coquettish and erotic version of a dark blue suit dress. She was taller and heavier than Diane, with less of an hourglass figure. Mark could tell that she was wearing a heavier amount of make-up, perhaps to hide signs of her aging. Her black hair was in a strict ponytail at the back of her head, and she seemed to be of Hispanic descent, with high cheekbones and sharper features on her face.
“Thanks, Teresa, I can always count on you to keep things fun,” Ms. Hubert-or as she was apparently called, Emily- said cheerfully.
“You know, I have to admit, this is your cutest one yet.” The third guest remarked while examining Mark with a keen eye. She was also of Latin-American descent, though not quite the same as Teresa. For one thing, she spoke English with some sort of Spanish accent, unlike Teresa. Another difference was that her shoulder-length hair was tied upwards in a more fancy look. She was also dressed in a very revealing, strapless black dress that suited her olive skin and black hair. Body-wise, she seemed a balance between Diane and Teresa.
“Well I know you like them cute, Lilian, and I was lucky to find our little slave here.” Emily Hubert said proudly, as though she was auctioning off a brand new car on her lot. The three women acted almost the same way, eying Mark up and down, running their hands all over him, teasing him with their touch, cooing and giggling at his plight like a group of high school girls.
“As you can see, slave,” Emily said, addressing Mark, “You’re here to help make our sorority reunion especially nostalgic.” She delivered a slap to Mark’s buttocks, prompting laughter from the others.
“Oh come on, Emily, that’s no way to treat a poor man like that,” Lilian remarked. Mark tried to see what was going on, but could only move his head so far as he tried to follow where Lilian was going. There was more laughter as she disappeared behind him.
Without any other warning, a ringing slap sounded the air as the metal spatula from before struck one of his buttocks. Mark howled in pain, though the expert gag he wore rendered him barely audible. Diane appeared in front of him suddenly, blindfolding him with a sleeping mask.
“Ladies, choose your toys”, Emily offered. That was the last thing Mark heard before someone put plugs into his ears. Once more he was left blind and deaf, unable to tell when the next blow would come.
Thus, Mark found himself struck at random by either a cat’o’nine tails, a cane, the spatula, or a wooden paddle, all at random parts of his body. After what seemed like an eternity, he thought he felt someone pinch his nipples fiercely, but realized that they were some kind of clothespins or clamps. They offered no help to his predicament, and the more he tried to move, the worse the pain was on his chest. He figured out quickly that he needed to stay still, but this action was thwarted by the ladies’ enthusiastic blows from their bondage toys.
Eventually things seemed to calm down, as he was left swaying in the air with the nipple clamps on his chest, now supplied with little weights. To ensure their work would be done, Mark felt himself pushed so that he never stayed still in midair, but continued to swing around as the women presumably enjoyed food. Mark could occasionally hear very faint bits of music, as well as lines from the television, but all throughout he was not granted the ability to see or hear what was going on. To keep him alert, the very occasional blows would strike him, particularly on his rear end. At one point he was given the beginnings of a playful handjob to tease his cock-ring, which only added to his discomfort.
Eventually, he felt his legs untied from their position, and put into a tight hogtie. He was untied from the swing, and grabbed by three pairs of hands. His cock-ring was removed, much to his relief. The women carried him through the air, which felt very strange to the blinded and deafened Mark. It was almost as though it were a dream state.
He felt himself lowered onto a couch, and he had his blind-fold taken off. His ear plugs were also removed.
Teresa and Lilian stood over him, still in their clothes but looking much more disheveled than they had before. The television was off, as was the music, and Mark had no idea how much time had transpired or what had been done.
“You holding up well, slave?” Lilian asked.
Fearing to respond any other way, Mark nodded meekly.
“Good,” she said, smiling, “because we’ve been talking to Diane, and she told us that you’re a natural when it comes to pleasing a woman.”
A suddenly slap sounded the air, followed by a muffled squeal.
Mark turned to look what the sound was, and his eyes widened at the sight.
Where he had been hung like a piñata, now Diane stood, completely naked. She was almost hanging by her hands from the ceiling, and her large breasts were bound in a harness, enlarging them and turning them a shade of red. Even more shockingly, Ms. Hubert was pleasing her with one of the vibrators that Mark had been forced to wear, even as she slapped her rump with enthusiasm. All the while, Diane moaned through a tape gag and thrashed her body in ecstasy. The image almost made Mark’s throat run dry, were it not for the foul-tasting gag in his mouth.
Lilian laughed at Mark’s reaction, “Emily didn’t say much about what was in store for you, huh?” Mark felt himself picked up by Lilian and Teresa, and taken out of the room, leaving Diane and Emily on their own.

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:34 pm

Teresa and Lilian carried Mark into a small room of the basement. It seemed to be a guest bedroom of sorts, because a medium sized bed dominated the room.
Mark was dropped onto the bed. Struggling to move into a more comfortable position, he turned to look at the ladies, confused.
Both women seemed to understand and smiled knowingly.
“We always liked doing this kind of thing,” Lilian explained as she began to go through one of the bondage toy boxes that had been brought to the room, “It became a bit of an initiation for us to go wild on each other with ropes and gags. But we found it was a great way to unleash some resentment towards those bastards who think we’re only there to please them.”
“And so,” Teresa cheerfully continued, “We got a habit of grabbing someone who’d crossed us and teaching him a lesson. He’d never admit it, because we’d keep pictures and videos, but also because he’d usually be a big strapping man who wouldn’t dare admit to having been captured by women!” She laughed at the thought.
“They weren’t always just some big and strapping cabrón, Teresa,” Lilian suddenly murmured, approaching Mark, “They could be the cute boys of another sort.”
Both women began untying and re-tying Mark. The metal frame and head-rest of the bed allowed for them to be especially creative. Tying Mark’s arms and elbows together in front of him, they had him lie on his front while they tied his legs to the top of the bed rest in a v-shape. This caused his back to bend backwards as he supported himself on his bound arms, while his manhood hung upside down in midair.
Without any warning, Lilian then shoved a vibrator into his rear end, which was already opened up due to the position of his legs. Mark once again felt that buzzing sensation of the ‘low’ setting, even as Teresa held the remote control.
Lilian came back into Mark’s line of vision, kissing him daintily on the cheek, “Emily told us that you’ve atoned for whatever you did wrong, so she asked us to be gentle. This, of course, comes with a price, guapo.” Mark, oblivious to Spanish, wasn’t sure what she had called him, but he soon forgot to wonder.
For she suddenly began pleasing Mark, moving her hand up and down with confidant pumps of her wrist. As she did this, Teresa undid his large ball gag, and pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth. She then lifted up her dress and pulled down her underwear.
And so for the second time, Mark was made to please a lady with his tongue. It was made especially difficult with the constant sensations from Teresa roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair in ecstasy, the vibrator in his rear end and his phallus being pleasured by another woman. Lilian ensured that she brought him close, but never quite towards orgasm, even as Teresa eventually cried out and filled Mark’s mouth.
The two then switched places. Lilian once again displayed her kindness in arousal by stroking his neck, head, and shoulders while he performed on her, murmuring in Spanish. Teresa, for her part, played merry hell with the settings on the vibrator, eager to torment him as much as she could.
After another length of time, Lilian climaxed, gasping as she shook her body in absolute pleasure. As she continued to catch her breath, Lilian said something in Spanish to Teresa, which Teresa responded to with a nod and a smile. She turned off the vibrator, which Lilian removed.
Untying Mark’s legs, she turned him around and flipped him on his back. Teresa untied his arms, re-tying them to the bed posts. When this was done, she left the room, ensuring that the door was closed after she had gone. Mark fleetingly wondered what was going on back in the main area, but he immediately forgot when Lilian suddenly stripped naked in front of him, and sat on his manhood.
Once again gasping with pleasure, Lilian bounced up and down to achieve as much satisfaction as she could. Her breasts, also sagging slightly from age, swayed and bounced playfully along with her movements. Mark’s eyes widened as he too was brought close towards rapture, this time realizing that he would not be robbed of the moment as he had been before.
It was a weekend of so many first times for Mark. But this one was the most pleasing of all.
Mark gasped as he felt himself spurt his seed inside Lilian, overwhelmed by the sheer natural wonder of the feeling he had. It felt so good, so right, that he forgot all the abuses he’d gone through that evening, all the reasons why he was here. All that existed was he and this woman on this bed. That tiny moment, for him was almost worth everything that had happened to him.
After Lilian had recovered, she restored Mark to a strict hogtie, gagging him this time with an inflated penis gag. Mark put up no fight, as his recovery process was slower, and he found himself almost enjoying the act of being tied up by Lilian. She gave him a final kiss on the cheek, and she too, left the room, leaving Mark alone.
“” “” “” “ “” “ “ “””” “ “” “” “” “ “” “” “” “” “”” “
“Wake up!”
Mark slowly opened his eyes groggily, tried to move, and remembered that he had fallen asleep in a hogtie, breathing through his nose, and exhausted from the experiences he’d been put through. He looked up at Lilian, who he saw was now wearing black lingerie.
Mark wanted to ask how long he’d been asleep. He pointed his head towards the clock on the wall, trying to speak past the inflatable gag in his mouth.
Lilian looked at the clock, back to him, and understood, “You’ve only been asleep for half an hour. We had some things to take care of first.” She smiled knowingly, and began untying his legs, “You’re needed once again, guapo.”
Leaving his arms tied and his gag in, she led him out of the small room, back to the main basement area.
Diane, Ms. Hubert, and Teresa were all sitting around in lingerie, Diane still looking sore from the treatment she had gotten from Ms. Hubert while Teresa and Lilian had been busy with Mark. All of them looked up and smiled when he was brought back in the room.
“Excellent, my little boy is back!” Ms. Hubert said, getting up to approach Mark. She grabbed his testicles in that familiar, threatening way, “Were you nice to my friends?”
Mark nodded meekly in response.
Ms. Hubert smiled, “And I’m sure they were nice to you as well. See how nice little boys get rewards?” She let go and patted his cheek.
“He really does look like a little boy, doesn’t he?” Diane remarked teasingly from her place on one of the couches. Mark reddened when he realized where she was staring.
The fact that her bra seemed to be one size to small for her large breasts caused him to become erect once again.
“He’s practically a child,” Teresa remarked.
“What was he doing when you came back to him, Lil?” Ms. Hubert asked, but in a way that she knew the answer.
“He was sleeping like a little baby,” Lilian responded, which provoked coos and laughter from the others. All of them suddenly got up and had surrounded Mark before he realized what was going on.
“Well, then if that’s how he wants to be treated, we can give him a proper naptime,” Ms. Hubert said, and the four of them picked him up and began carrying him towards a large object next to the couches that Mark hadn’t noticed earlier.
It was a large, wooden cradle. Painted in multiple different shades of pink with cartoons of little animals, it seemed large enough to fit eight babies. Mark realized suddenly what humiliation they had in store for him.
However, he dared not even struggle anymore. He was weary, and aware that they would love to overpower him even more than have him be completely compliant. So he chose the easier method and co-operated fully, even if he was horrified at what was happening.
First, they made him put on an adult-sized diaper with part of the front missing. This was so that his genitals poked through the diaper, which of course prompted laughter and ridicule by the women. Then, they placed him bodily into the cradle, taping his feet and shins to the outside of the cradle, so that he couldn’t keep his legs together and hide his manhood.
Then his gag was taken out, replaced with an adult-sized pacifier, which was taped around his mouth with clear tape to possibly hide the fact that he wasn’t willingly sucking on it. Finally, a large bonnet was placed on his head, which made him perfect for picture time.
All four of the women took out their cameras and took pictures, occasionally fawning over how cute the ‘baby’ looked. For Mark, this seemed the most humiliating experience of all. He stared angrily up at his tormentors, resentfully cursing at them through his gag.
At one point, Diane suddenly put her camera down and said, “Aw, does he want his mommy?” And to everyone’s surprise, she unclipped her bra and went to kneel next to Mark, taunting him by placing her breasts barely a few centimetres from his head. She mockingly offered her nipples for him to suckle.
She turned to smile at the camera, also pretending to fawn over her ‘child’, even stroking his manhood to elicit more of an aroused response.
And so began a series of poses as an oversized, perversely exposed infant. Mark was made to crawl on all fours with a larger version of a baby leash on him. He was placed on someone’s lap and spanked repeatedly. He was then wrapped in sheets, which doubled as swaddling clothes, taped and bound so tightly that he couldn’t move, and was hung from the initial swing where he’d begun during this night of fun. All the while, the four women took turns playing out roles with him, losing all their clothes in the process. For as much as they seemed to be teasing Mark with their nudity, they also seemed to be trying to arouse each other. Teresa in particular would let her hands wander, whether it was a casual slap on Diane’s ass, or a playful tweak of Lilian’s nipple. Eventually all the ladies were making such passes at one another. Was it the alcohol they were drinking? Or was the collection of bondage games and sexual roleplay culminating in an urge for one another’s bodies?
As Mark swayed back and forth in his mid-air captivity, the four women toasted him with glasses of wine, thanking him for being their boytoy for the night. Diane and Teresa went arm-in-arm to the guest bedroom, even as Lilian and Ms. Hubert went upstairs with knowing looks at one another. As she left the basement, Ms. Hubert suddenly came back and planted a big kiss on Mark’s forehead.
“I hope you enjoyed your punishments, slave. I know I did. This was one of the most fun reunions I’ve had with these girls. But it’s getting late even for me, so I’ll let you hang out here for tonight.”
With that, she went upstairs and turned off the lights. Mark was left in a state of near mummification, still gagged with a pacifier, wearing a baby’s bonnet, and utterly exhausted.

### Re: A new sort of lesson (F/M)

Post by Septimus7 » Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:39 pm

For the second time, Mark found himself urged to wake up by an unseen voice. Something touched his cheek, causing him pain, but the pain felt so distant that it almost seemed as though it was part of a dream.
“Mark, wake up.”
“Leave me alone,” Mark murmured, before he realized that he was no longer gagged.
He opened his eyes. He wasn’t in the basement anymore. He wasn’t tied up, gagged, or wearing infant’s clothing. He was lying naked on a large bed in a fancy-looking bedroom.
“Surprised?”
Mark turned sharply to the right. Ms Hubert was next to him, naked as well. Mark took a moment to absorb the details of her body once again, feeling his body respond to Ms. Hubert.
“What the fuck is going on?” Mark asked.
Ms. Hubert smiled, “You’ve been punished as much as I’ve punished anyone in my life. All three of my girlfriends that you met tonight have had their share of fun too, but they’ve told me that you were one of the best captives we’ve ever had before.”
Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, only for Mark to dodge away in shock and suspicion.
“So that’s it? All the blackmail and kinky stuff just happened like that?!”
Ms Hubert sighed, “Sweetie, you’re going to have to live with the fact that it happened, I have evidence of it happening that the internet would love to see, and more than that, you secretly enjoyed almost every bit of what happened.”
Moving quickly, she went on top of him, pinning his arms down with her hands, leaning her face close to his, “Look me in the eyes, and tell me you weren’t excited at all by the things that happened to you yesterday.”
Mark stared into her bright blue eyes. He felt her curly, disheveled hair spill onto his face and around his head. He felt her heavy breasts rest on his chest, her nipples stiffening as they brushed against his own nipples.
He slowly looked away, silent.
Ms. Hubert smiled, and leaned forward to kiss him again. This time, he rescinded, feeling aroused as Ms. Hubert continued to pin him down and adjust herself so that he felt himself enter her. Between kisses she began breathing heavily, moving up and down, forcing himself deeper into her. He, too, started to gasp, as his experiences of the previous day had left him tired. But he felt his body and mind respond, urging himself onward. He fought against the grip of her hands on his arms, finally breaking free and pushing her to sit upright.
He stared up at her as she continued to ride him enthusiastically. The sight of her heaving bosom and her face concentrated with effort and pleasure nearly drove him wild. Inspired, he reached with his hands and grabbed her hips, encouraging her to continue more vigorously.
All of it built to what could be called a mutual moment. Both Ms. Hubert and Mark cried out like animals locked in a mating cycle, slumping against one another, feeling further pleasure with each other’s closeness.
Mark felt himself slide back out of consciousness again, Ms. Hubert’s head lay next to his, still attached to him through that most sexual of connections. Her body pressed itself against his. He yawned, closing his eyes as he slipped back into the world of sleep.
When he woke up again, he was still in the bed, but Ms. Hubert was nowhere to be seen. He sat up, wondering how much time had gone by. A digital clock next to the bed said that it was ten past noon. Had he slept so long? Considering all that had happened to him, he probably shouldn’t be surprised.
Getting up, he noticed that his clothes were lying at the end of the bed, waiting for him. Mark pulled them on, amazed that he was wearing clothes again. After having spent a day being naked, it felt so strange to cover himself properly.
“All dressed?”
Mark turned around.
Ms. Hubert was coming out of the bathroom, still in the middle of putting on her robe. Mark once again caught a flash of her beautiful body before she wrapped the robe around her. She smiled at his look of disappointment, “You’ve had quite a time here, haven’t you?”
Mark stared at her, “What about the others? Where did they go?”
“They went home,” Ms. Hubert said drily, laughing at the annoyed look that Mark gave her as a response. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, “How do you feel?”
“Better than before,” was all that Mark could think of saying. He kept thinking back to that moment of passion in the bed with this woman, who was his teacher of all things. His teacher. Dear Lord, but it was still impossible to believe.
He suddenly reached out a hand and stroked her hip, “How am I possibly going to go back to school and sit in your classroom and act like nothing happened?”
Ms. Hubert suddenly gave a sad smile, “Don’t worry, Mark. You’ll find a way. But don’t ever be ashamed of what went on in this house. I promise that those pictures I took will only be seen by me as a memory of our special lesson together.”
Mark smirked at the slight humour. He then leaned in and kissed her one last time, delighted by her enthusiastic response. He impulsively reached into her robe to grab her breast suggestively, but then Ms. Hubert stepped away.
“Mark, that kind of behaviour will just put us back another thirty minutes, and you need to realize that all things have to end.”
Mark pointed at the clock, “My parents won’t be expecting me until four. We have time.”
Ms. Hubert sighed and shook her head, “I don’t think so.” She turned and went to pick out clothes for herself.
Mark stood there, watching her ignore him, casting him aside like he had been nothing, and he was suddenly filled with an urge to do something about it.
Moving forward, he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.
“Mark, what are you doi-Mmmmmph!”
Mark pushed her onto the bed, so that she found herself talking into a pillow.
Mark took the cord of her bathrobe and pulled it loose. He used that to tie her hands together behind her back. His heart was pounding so hard that he thought it might rise into his throat.
He looked around for inspiration. He noticed one of the bondage boxes on the other side of the bed. As if it had been placed there on purpose?
Mark took a moment to think about it, and he suddenly noted how a woman so dominant and forceful as Ms. Hubert didn’t seem to be able to shake off a lone attacker who was half her age. An attacker that she had blackmailed and captured without anyone’s help.
Leaning towards the box, he pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. He placed them onto the bed next to Ms. Hubert’s body. He took a ball gag, and promptly shoved the gag into Ms. Hubert’s mouth. She began to talk, though her attempts were as muffled as Mark’s had been. As she continued to do so, Mark forcefully laid her onto her back,
handcuffing her hands to two individual bed posts on the far end.
Mark carefully, slowly, patiently pulled back the bathrobe to reveal her body once again. He looked up into her eyes again as he began running his hands across her limbs and curves. She trembled with each new touch, but didn't react like someone who was distressed by being overpowered. He leaned towards her ear and gave a single order with a voice he never thought he would use, “Spread your legs.”
Meekly, Ms. Hubert obeyed, much to Mark’s delight.
He smiled, “Good.” He leaned down and planted tender kisses around her vagina, just as he had done before. Now, however, he was in a position of power, and she was the helpless captive at his mercy.
Ms. Hubert moaned behind her gag, beginning to give muffled cries as Mark brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He briefly considered stopping, but he then realized that he wanted her to cum. It did him almost as much satisfaction as it did her. He lapped up her spent fluid, ensuring that she did not stain her bathrobe.
He noticed that he was fully excited, and so he got up onto the bed, entering her, while planting kisses on her face and neck, one hand fondling and squeezing her ample breasts. Both began to gasp as Mark thrust himself within Ms. Hubert once again. Finally, he climaxed, gasping with delight.
He looked down at his former captor, “You’ve had so much fun with me, so I’m going to take advantage of the time I’ve got left.”
Removing her bathrobe completely, he found two nipple clamps with chains attached. Tying the loose ends together, he took a length of rope and tied it over the first knot. Thus, he led her by her nipples downstairs. Ms. Hubert followed him without making any fuss, wincing and making gagged protests when Mark jerked the rope forward to put further pressure on her.
Leading her through her house, Mark decided to tie her to one of the chairs in the dining room. After putting a few layers of towels down on the seat out of courtesy, he led her to the chair where he applied further ropes above and below her breats. So she sat, bound and gagged without any clothing on.
Mark took out several toys that had been used on him, like the vibrators, the whips, the clamp weights, and of course, the camera. So began Ms. Hubert’s own brief but ruthless punishment session. Mark began exploring her body, figuring out when she was driven wild by the vibrator, and when his fingers or tongue could bring her just to the edge without any satisfying conclusion. By the time it was 3:30 pm, the towels were soaked in Ms. Hubert’s sweat and love juice.
Mark noticed the time, and decided that now was enough. He held up her chin so that she looked him in the eye, “Since we have something on each other, I’d say we’re fairly even. And since we both had a good time out of it, that just makes it even better. So I suppose this is truly the end for the weekend.” With a smile of triumph, Mark undid the gag from Ms. Hubert’s face and gave her a warm kiss.
Breaking off the kiss, Ms. Hubert gasped for air due to her exhaustion, “You’re right, Mark. You certainly learned very quickly from me. I’m very impressed.” She then looked up at him again, smiling, “But I’ve also noticed how you’ve learned a bit about standing up for yourself, even if this situation was wildly different from before.”
Mark laughed, but realized that Ms. Hubert was right. He had been so thoroughly dominated, that this assumption of power felt desirable. He had experienced both sides of control, and he liked both of them.
Ms. Hubert spoke up again, “Remember, though, respect the word ‘no’, Mark. And never try this on someone who isn’t already aware of the consequences. Promise me that.”
Mark was struck by her sudden seriousness that he nodded quickly, “I promise.”
“Good,” She smiled again, “Now untie me so that I can get into some clothes and drive you home.”
Mark smiled and obliged, unable to resist fondling Ms. Hubert as he did so. After she was untied, she went to get dressed, leaving Mark to clean up the bondage equipment and put the towels away with the rest of the laundry.
Ms. Hubert drove him back home, the two of them saying nothing during the trip. It was not a silence which bred awkwardness, though. There was more of a mutual understanding which did not require explanation. Only when she parked by Mark’s house did she turn to him and say one last thing, “What happened this weekend must stay between us, Mark. For both our sakes.”
Mark nodded. But something made him stay in the car. “Will something like this ever happen again?” He asked hopefully.
Ms. Hubert paused, thought about it, and smiled sadly, “It’s a bad idea if we want to keep the secret. And I’m sure you’d much prefer to be with girls closer to your age anyway. “
In that moment, Mark didn’t. He wanted to press the issue, offering to find an excuse to allow them to see each other again. But something told him not to. He decided that if it was going to remain something private and beloved, he should walk away from it.
He thus nodded, and remarked, “I suppose it’s back to the classroom then.”
Ms. Hubert laughed, “I expect nothing less, sweetheart. Now go. You have school tomorrow.”
With that, Mark got out of the car, into the house, not looking back as Ms. Hubert drove away.
The next day, he sat in her class as though nothing had happened. He asked Brad and Jeff what had happened to them, and explained how he’d been made to clean up the mess they had made. Something, of course, had changed in him. He wondered why he’d always let these two push him around. As the school year continued, he drifted apart from them, focusing on his studies and trying to focus on his other friends. In all that time, he rarely spoke to Ms. Hubert, and only then it was school related.
Though occasionally, very occasionally, he’d notice a certain look in her eye as she spoke to him, and he would barely hold back the urge to smile knowingly.
At high school graduation, Ms. Hubert gave a speech of congratulations, warmly shaking the hands of the graduating students. Mark was given no special treatment, as he’d quite expected by then. Indeed, he’d actually gotten to know Diane Simmonds a bit better and the two of them dated for a while in their final grade. It never got so personal as Mark would have wanted to bring bondage into the relationship, but he had hope that post-secondary would bring other options. He felt a bit melancholic about leaving Ms. Hubert for good. She had opened his eyes to a new part of himself and had given him a weekend he would never forget. It had left its mark on him, and he somehow felt that he would carry that secret with him to the grave.
There was one particularly amusing moment he had during his move to university. His program required a personal interview with the leading professors in order to accept him over the others. Mark prepared ruthlessly for the interview, going over what they’d probably ask, making sure he looked his best.
It was when he arrived to the interview that he noticed a very surprising yet amusing coincidence.
Professor Sterling, the lead professor, had welcomed him into the room. He introduced his highly respected colleagues. Peter Kaufman, Katherine Li, and visiting PHD professor, Lilian Hernandez.
There was a moment where Lilian had looked up in barely concealed shock as Mark reacted almost equally. Lilian, of course, recovered in an instant, putting on a polite smile and shaking Mark’s hand as he reacted more slowly.
After the interview, Mark went back to his car, when someone called out his name.
Lilian approached him, “Well well! I didn’t think we’d see each other again.”
Mark smiled as he nodded sheepishly. Lilian looked quite the same as ever, though just a bit older-looking than before. Mark knew that he must look a bit different too.
“I’m glad you chose this program,” Lilian remarked cheerfully, “We’ll let you know if you make it in.”
“Thanks,” Mark said.
“By the way, Mark,” Lilian suddenly asked, “I must say that you’re looking as handsome as ever.” She gave a wink, and walked back into the building.
Mark sighed, mainly so he would stop himself from laughing, got into his car, and thought once again of that weekend where his life had forever changed. It seemed like a funny reminder as he was beginning a new chapter of his life.
THE END