Hope you all enjoy my first story!
Math had always been my weakest subject and Jennifer Morris amplified my hatred for it even more. After all, she had the reputation of being the strictest teacher on campus. The strange thing was, she didn’t look anything like a typical “no-nonsense” professor. She was one of the youngest professors there as well as being quite attractive. She stood at a 5’8 height and had luscious brunette hair with equally impressive brown eyes. Despite all that, just the first week, her upfront attitude and harsh marking caused many of her students to transfer to a different professor. I decided to stick with it for some reason, although looking back on it, it was probably because I was bewitched by her brown eyes and large breasts.
I had done very well in all my other classes, averaging close to a 4.0 GPA in all of them. However, as predicted, I was failing my math class and not from a lack of trying. I studied it every day, spending more time on it than any of my other classes and I got help from anyone I could, from tutors to even Morris herself, but nothing could overcome my lack of natural talent at it. As the final exam approached, I dreadfully realized that there was no way I would be able to pass it, no matter how hard I tried. I soon became aware that there was only one solution: I had to cheat. I never cheated before in my entire life but failing this class would be the end of me and nothing else I had done had worked. I knew Ms. Morris lived close to campus and after finalizing on my decision to cheat, I learned from the other professors about her weekly schedule. She went out jogging every Friday evening and that’s when I decided that I would strike. I was almost certain her house would contain the answers for the upcoming exam. I wandered around her house a few times in advance while she wasn’t there and noticed how she always left an upstairs window open. I was almost positive I would be able to climb in and get what I needed. Then I could carefully climb back down and get out before she came back. After that, there was no way I would fail math. I would be lying if I felt great about doing this but I couldn’t afford the humiliation of failing her class. My parents, both academically inclined, would be completely ashamed of me and my friends would mock me for months.
At Friday 6:00 pm, I headed out. Her house was completely dark, so I knew she had left. I was wearing a dark T-shirt to be as unnoticeable as possible with dark track pants. Still feeling nervous, I quickly ran to her backyard and started climbing steadily, the bricks scraping my hands along the way, until I finally reached the window. I went inside, already sweating buckets from the climb. Frantically looking around, I located her laptop sitting on a nearby desk. To my relief, she didn’t even both locking it with a password so I browsed through it straight away. It didn’t take me long to find out where she kept the answers, and I was about to take out my phone and snap a picture of it, when I suddenly heard some footsteps from right outside the room.
“How could she still be here? And why was she trying to sneak up on me instead of panicking about an intruder?” I thought furiously. Knowing I had no time to hide what I had been doing, I quickly turned around to hide my face just before she came in and turned on the lights. I ran over to the window, trying to make a run for it and hoping she didn’t recognize me yet. Cursing to myself, I wondered how this could have possibly went so wrong but I had no time to think it over.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, in a strangely wry voice. Just as I was about to climb out, I felt her wrap her arms around my waist and pull me back. I started struggling but to my horror, she was a lot stronger than I thought. Not only could I not break her grip but she was easily pulling me further and further away. I wanted to yell out loudly in frustration, partially because I was pissed at how I was being overpowered by a woman, but since that would only reveal my identity, I kept silent. Instead, I started thrashing around and pulling at her arms, to no avail. Her arms seemed to be made of steel. I heard her giggle at my squirming, which, ironically, infuriated me. “How could she be taking a home invasion less seriously than teaching math class?” I thought angrily.
Still grappling with her, I looked around and realized she was dragging me into her bedroom. My mind was now no longer on the fact that I was trespassing but why on Earth she would be bringing me her? I wanted to call her a crazy bitch, although I managed to hold my composure. My struggling suddenly came to an end as she turned around and with one swift motion, threw me onto the bed. I collapsed face-down, staring right into pink blankets that were mostly owned by teenage girls. I pushed up with my arms, trying to get back up but before I could, I felt her collapse on top of me. Her sudden weight knocked the wind out of me and I fell back onto the bed. Refusing to give up, I pushed up as hard as I could, as if I were doing push-ups but it was in vain. I couldn’t even budge her off one bit and realized I was completely stuck until she decided to get off me.
Just as I thought this couldn’t get any worse, she said, “I’m going to tie you up now,” in a matter-of-fact voice.
At this point, it didn’t matter if she knew who I was. It didn’t even matter if I failed her class anymore. All I wanted was to leave without her telling anyone about this: I would have been expelled and also beyond embarrassed if anyone knew I got manhandled by her. I especially did not want her to tie me up. All of my dignity would have been gone if she did that.
“Please, I’m sorry for breaking in! Just don’t tie me up!” I begged.
“Oh Adam, I’m afraid I have to tie you up!” she exclaimed. “You need to not only be punished for what you tried to do, but humiliated as well, and what would be more humiliating than getting tied up by a woman?”
Still being pinned down, I heard her reach into her drawers to pull something out. She grabbed my wrist and I felt her starting to wrap the rope around it. I tried to pull my wrist loose but she held it in a vice-like grip and chuckled, “You poor baby, there’s no escaping from this.” There was nothing for me to do at this point; I had struggled so hard that I was sweating like crazy and was completely exhausted.
“Please I’ll do anything you want!” I cried out.
She didn’t even respond that time and just gave me a girlish giggle. Lying there powerlessly, I waited in shame, frustration and fear as she expertly tied the rope around one wrist followed by crossing my other wrist over it and tying it as well before finishing it off by tying both of them together, multiple times to ensure maximum sturdiness. I thought that was the end of it until she grabbed my elbows and started to repeat the same process to it as well, followed by my biceps shortly afterwards.
After my arms were completely tied up, she got off me. I had regained some strength and tried struggling but my arms seemed like they were glued together. They were wrapped tight enough so that I couldn’t even separate them by an inch.
“I bet if you knew how good I was at tying knots, you wouldn’t have come huh?” she taunted. Before I could respond, she grabbed my ankles. Knowing she was going to tie those up as well, I started kicking and flailing around but she plopped down on my legs, ending my resistance. She repeated the same process she had done to my arms, tying my legs up at the ankles and knees. The rope was soft but tight and were crossed over expertly to remove any chance of escape. When she was done, she got off me and then sat in front of me, allowing me to see her face for the first time. Her eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them and her mouth was twisted in a smile of amusement. My face blushed beet red and that infuriating smile grew wider.
“So I bet you’re wondering how I knew you were coming, right?” she asked. Now that I thought about it, it seemed very likely that she knew I was coming beforehand and set this trap for me in advance. I nodded, being too ashamed to speak.
She continued, “I was actually on my way to go out to jog when I saw you walking this way. I normally wouldn’t have suspected a thing since I see students walk by all the time. But you had such a guilty look on your face, one I had seen many times before. I knew what you were up to at that point, and waited here for you to come!” she said, triumphantly.
Realizing how screwed I was, I started pleading for mercy. “Please don’t tell anyone about this, Ms. Morris! I’ll be expelled!”
“I will have to think about that, Adam,” she replied. “In the meantime though, why don’t we have some fun right now? I think you would like that, seeing as how you never seem to have any fun in my classes,” she laughed.
“W….what are you talking about?” I asked nervously. It was just occurring to me that something wasn’t quite right with Ms. Morris. Why was she acting so calm after she was just broken into? And why was she smiling at me like that?
I watched as she opened a drawer and pulled out a ball gag. Shocked that she even possessed such a thing, I shook my head around and yelled for help before she stuffed it into my mouth. I shook my head around wildly but she swiftly secured the straps behind by head, gagging me for good.
“That’s better, don’t you think, dear?” she asked.
I mumbled something incomprehensible into my gag and my face flushed with embarrassment again. I must have looked and sounded like a complete moron with this ball gag in my mouth.
“So what do you think I should do with you, Adam? You’ve been a bad boy and you deserve to be punished. I think I have to tell the dean about this, don’t you?”
I shook my head around to answer no.
She said, in the same stern voice she used at school “I want to hear you speak even with that gag in your mouth. Say ‘no’ and I will reconsider it.”
I would have rather had the ground open up and swallow me in than listen to her but I had no other choice now. I said no, trying to make myself sound not like an idiot and failing. The word came out muffled and caused Jennifer to laugh.
“Oh that’s very funny. Ok, since you’re so adamant about it, I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I want to get some pictures of you. Those will come in handy for me, whether it’s to ask favors from you or just so I can look at them for my amusement. Don’t go anywhere,” she said, getting off the bed and walking downstairs.
Finally left with some alone time, I contemplated on my predicament. I was currently lying on my stomach in her bedroom, with a ball gag in my mouth and my arms and legs both tied very securely with silk rope. I could have shouted for help, and there were many people walking outside her house, but the ball gag in my mouth made it impossible. It was too big and already, drool was spilling out of my mouth. Besides, if I called for help, she could just tell them that I was intruding on her house and then I would still be in trouble. My only option was to somehow break loose from the restraints. I pulled my wrists and ankles as hard as I could, hoping to get even an inch of space between them to know that I wasn’t completely helpless but I couldn’t even do that. Jennifer seemed to be an expert at knots and combined with her owning a ball gag, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first time she had done this.
“I’m back!” she cheered, re-entering the room. She had her phone in her hands and pointed the camera at me. I gave out a shout, causing her to chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m just taking pictures for personal use. I’m not going to share it on Facebook or anything. Not yet, at least.”
She spent a while snapping some shots of me and while I tried moving around to mess up her pictures, I was too tired out and gave up. Putting the phone down, she said, “Alright that’s better. Now I have some pictures of a cute boy bound and gagged to look at once in a while for my amusement. I still need to think about what I want to do with you in the meantime, but since I was going to go jogging anyways, I might as well do that first. You don’t have any objections, do you?” she teased.
I just stared back at her defiantly and she smirked. “Well, in any case, don’t go anywhere honey. I’ll be right back.” I watched as she walked out of the room, leaving me alone once more….
Part 2 might take a while since I'm not sure how to continue. Suggestions would be helpful.