One of the many advantages of a rather young and beautiful head-teacher at my college was the fact she appeared to have taken a strong liking to me. I was in my final year of study here and I was convinced I could persuade her quite easily to let me have my way with her. She was only placed as head-teacher by the college’s owners who just so happened to be her parents. She clearly had no passion for the job and at only 22 years old, clearly wasn’t ready for such a responsibility.
As I knocked on the bold wooden door at the entrance to her office, I actually began to feel a little nervous.
“Come in please” said her familiar voice as I completed her request. “Oh hello you” she smiled, trying to appear friendly and official, but the blush gave her away slightly. Her beautiful red hair ran loosely down to her mid-back in length, as she wore a white satin blouse accompanied by a knee-length black skirt.
“Hi” I said taking a breath “I wish to speak with you about something…private” I said taking a seat in the chair the opposite side of her desk.
“I’m all ears” she replied politely, twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers.
“It’s just…I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know what you’re feeling, I’ve seen it all before and I wanted to let you know I feel the same way about you. I think you’re gorgeous” I smiled, blushing and feeling slightly awkward about the situation.
Eva just sat there for a few minutes, contemplating deeply what she had just heard before a little smile broke on her face.
“Seriously? Even though I’m supposed to be your head, that doesn’t scare you away?” she asked me, almost in pleasant disbelief.
“I’m cool with it, but I can see you don’t really…”
“OMG finally someone understands” she interrupted, a beaming smile across her face.
“Yeah, so anyway I have a solution which you might want to hear if being together is what we both want.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” she asked politely as she put her black pen to one side of her desk.
“Well, why don’t you come live with me? There’s just one small thing though…I’m into bondage” I said in a matter of seconds, red in the face with embarrassment but relieved in a way to come clean.
“Oh I see, well that sounds interesting, would I be tied up a lot?” she asked, clearly not disgusted by the idea.
“Well, I’ve always dreamed about a bondage sex slave, so if you wanted you could try fulfilling that role for me? Um that’s what I was thinking you see” I replied as she sat and pondered for a few moments.
“hmm, you know what, I’m willing to give this a go, and don’t worry your secret is safe with me!” she smiled, slowly growing in excitement and anticipation. “Ok when can we start? I hope its soon, anything to get me away from this job” she sighed as I thought for a second.
“What about now? We could go to that old boiler room underneath the school that only you reportedly have the key for? I could tie you up in there so you can experience it whilst I go to my last few lessons of the day, how does that sound?” I asked, more in hope than in expectation.
“That’s a good idea, yeah lets go there then.” She smiled going to her cupboard safe as she returned with a set of keys. “Okay here they are, lets go then and I presume you have all your little supplies?” she winked.
“Of course babe” I laughed as we walked together, down the various corridors to the first of the 3 locked doors on this old, forgotten part of the school.
Several passageways and doors later, we reached our destination. The room itself was quite large with a wooden post connected to the floor above in each corner. It had brick walls and an ageing but stable blue carpet floor. There was a little dust around, but the room had coped well on the whole at being forgotten.
As soon as we were inside we both put our bags down, glancing at one-another. She bit her lip seductively. It was a strange feeling for both of us being alone with the other in this manner, but passions were beginning to grow as we approached. Soon enough we were kissing and hugging all over each-other, beginning to undress each-other before I dusted off some old bean bags, pushing them together before we began. We were passionately making love in a room locked from the inside with Eva’s key meaning we were very unlikely to be disturbed.
As we made passionate love to one another, both of us felt such a relief of tension, we were growing more and more comfortable with every minute that flew by.