## Taught to serve

Post by putasockinit2 » Wed Jan 06, 2016 4:48 pm

I walked into the meeting i had just arranged with my past Maths teacher Ms Kelly Alexander still unsure exactly how i was going to go about my plan. Our paths collided when i was scouting one of the many sites i use for bondage, often in the faint hope of finding a female sub companion. As is crolled through various profiles, Kelly's popped up and i was a little surprised she was into this hobby of mine as much as me. We messaged on the pm system, both under usernames that showed no correlation to our real names. Her 'about me' post especially caught my eye as she was supposedly up for anything. She yearned to be someone's slave and was actively seeking a master. She seemed experienced and after getting to know each other a little online, we arranged a meeting at a cafe a few doors down from the school on her lunch break. She always used to have a late lunch with a free period and so the time still fit as far as i could see.
As i walked in i scanned the cafe for a few moments, trying to decipher if she had turned up before i soon spotted the back of a head of a blonde woman at one of the far abck tables who was sat on her own. I carried my tea over and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mrs Jones?" We had decided to both use names different from our real ones as we had supposedly not met in real life before. That plan was out of the window almost immediately however as she instantly recognised me.
"Danny? No, are you Mr Jones? Really? Well this certainly is a small world!"
She smiled and relaxed a little as i sat down and we began to talk. She looked even better than the recent photos, dressed in a tight fitting black blouse, turquoise skirt that seemed to cut off at her mid thighs, tights and matching turquoise high heels. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and a cream coat was folded neatly beside her. The outfit she was wearing showed off her assets nicely. Her large boobs were equally as nice as her ass from what i could see from the occasional glance.
We talked for slmost 3/4 of an hour, getting to know each other on an intimate level quite well whilst also learning about eqchother's taste in bondage. She seemed desperate to be a slave as much as i was desperate to be a master. It was a surprisingly good fit. The fact we knew each other before we met properly on this day provided a starting point for a lot of trust and by the end of the meeting we had agreed that she would become my bondage slave with immediate effect. She was already living out of boxes apparently in rented accomodation as she wanted a quick fix and career change from her job at the school.
"So, when could you leave?" I smile excitedly, eager to get started with her.
"Hmm, end of today any good? I just have to type my letter of resignation, say my goodbyes and pack my stuff...then i can be all yours." She winked, twirling a loose strand of her hair as i thought about it for a second.
"Okay sounds fine. But if you are my slave already, i have a few ideas of some things you can take in there with you...if you know what i mean" i winked, seeing her become a little more flirtatious." Ooh i like the sound of that. If you've got the stuff with you, i will meet you in the disabled toilet in 5." She smiled, standing up and straightening her skirt before she walked off in that direction. The sound of a local radio station playing pop music provided the background noise for our meeting as well as 2 other small tables. The cafe at this time was quiet.
A few minutes later, i too snuck off and knocked on the door of the toilet where she opened it, a naughty smile forming. I explained to her how i would start off before she gave her sign of approval, removing her blouse, bra and skirt whilst i dug out a few of the ropes i had brought with me.
I began by tying a tight crotch rope around her waist, making her gasp as i cinched it into place. Once that was secured i took 2 ropes and tied them above and below her boobs before adding a few more to create a chest harness her arms werent connected to which made her boobs bulge. After checking whether that was okay i allowed her to put the items of clothing back on before she left the room shortly followed by me. She planted a kiss on my cheek after she had put on her coat, feeling her boobs through the matrial of her blouse as well as her rock hard nipples for the first time. She was impressed. The crotch rope also added a delightful experience with every few steps.
After our meeting in that cafe i gave her a lift in my car to the school and let her out. We exchanged phone numbers before arranging a place where i could pick her up to properly start her new slave life. We were both excited but had to hide it until it was official.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

### Re: Taught to serve

Post by putasockinit2 » Thu Jan 07, 2016 4:29 pm

5:37pm was the time when i got a text to finally say she was near to being finished. I still didnt live that far from the school so this was still only a brief distraction in the middle of my movie as i put my phone down on the side. I waited roughly 15 minutes more till the end before i got my things ready, jumped in the car and headed to the location we had arranged.
The effect of winter nights this time of year meant that it was rapidly growing dark; the perfect setting to preserve a secret. As i parked up the roads were quiet and a figure stood across the road in her cream coat, blue skirt and shoes just like earlier. I flashed my lights at her and she bowed her head, understanding the plan entirely just how we arrangee it. I was encouraged to see her mouth was packed with what i presumed was her underwear and sealed with a heavy amount of vet-wrap, white in colour which was wrapped neatly around her mouth snugly.
Everything seemed to run like clockwork as she put her bags on the backseats of the car before she opened the trunk and climbed in, slamming it shut before she mpphed loudly twice to signal she was ready to depart. With that confirmation i started up and drove off back to mine.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...