Finally An Evening Alone

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu May 14, 2015 8:37 am

“Well that is a rather naughty mind of yours” she giggled like a little schoolgirl before adding “although, its nice to have someone on my wavelength finally… I am desperate for some of that type of attention” she said deliberately holding me on every word for her decision.

“It would be an honour”

“You have yourself a deal, I’ll be glad to do it for you baby, but just make sure no-one finds out about our little deal here. Sadly my career won’t appreciate this becoming common knowledge” she smiled, bending over me to plant a kiss on my forehead, before she walked past me towards the door. She paused in a provocative manner. “If you wanna do this, If you really do want me for who I am, 7:30ish, my place and I’ll promise to make it worth your while.” She winked at me, knowing and loving the effect she had on me.

For the youngest and most attractive teacher at the school, she sure did know how to work herself in a boy’s mind.

“I’ll be there”

“Excellent, expect a text darling” she winked, blowing me a kiss before leaving her English room. A few minutes later I left, looking forward to the plans tonight.
She was my English teacher, had been for a few months now and known as Miss Catarina Evergreen. Ever since day one of that subject we had both felt a strong connection to each-other and as the youngest teacher at the school by quite some way, she often appeared to feel out of the loop. She wasn’t hard to get on with or anything, but the aging social groups of the staffroom appeared to have little place for the first new teacher in roughly 8 years. She yearned for attention, conversation and even romance; something she had clearly seen in me. For a while now we would meet up to ‘help with my grades’ only to find ourselves conversing and enjoying each-other’s company as well as occasionally flirting.

*7:32pm Catarina’s house*

I knocked on the door with nervous anticipation as I waited for it to open. Moments later the faint sound of high heel shoes trundling across a wooden floor eventually stopped and the door was swiftly opened.

“You’re late” she smiled looking around to make sure the coast was clear. “You definitely brung your books right?” she asked, appearing to use it as some kind of cover whilst she looked around so I played along.

“Oh yes, it’s all in here, mind if we get started?” I asked before she let me inside her house. She lived alone.

Catarina wore her brunette hair in a bun above her head. She wore a leopard print but exposing blouse, showing off a vast amount of cleavage which was much to my delight. A short black skirt and a pair of tights completed her very attractive look whilst a pair of black high heel shoes completed the outfit. My mind thought back to the limitations of college. There was no way she could dress like that in that place.

As soon as the door shut she turned to face me, biting her lip slightly in a very attractive pose. Within seconds we were both forcing each of our tongues down the other’s throat as at last we were alone. She broke off the kiss within minutes.

“Sorry I..Im not usually…”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to file a complaint now is it?” I winked as she began to relax a little. As we entered the spacious front room I placed my bag on the floor whilst she sat on my lap.

“Well..just how long have I got my favourite little kidnapper all to myself?” she smiled running hand down my chest as she clearly wanted to get started as soon as possible.

“My flat-mate knows I’m going on a date, so he knows not to expect me back tonight.” I smile before looking at her playfully “Do detentions at your place last that long?”

“Well, I guess I have little choice. After all this is my shift and I know I’ve been a terribly bad girl.” She winked.

“Oh? Then we best get started then” I winked as she giggled and clapped her hands in excited-ness. As she stood and straightened her skirt she looked back at me. “Remember, no limits” she smiled before waiting for me to tip the contents of the bag on her oak plank floor.

As I grabbed the first rope, she turned around immediately and knew exactly what to do as the bindings began for our first secret little night together.
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Re: Finally An Evening Alone

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu May 14, 2015 3:06 pm

Once her wrists were tied, her elbows shortly followed suit before I grabbed one of the dining chairs and placed it in the centre of the living room.

Here I made sure to tightly tie above and below her large amount of cleavage, around her arms and ultimately pinning her arms to her back. A rope around her middle to the back of the chair finished off her upper half before I began to concentrate on her lower areas.

Her ankles and knees took relatively little effort in securing together, before a rope around her thighs began to make her struggle playfully for me. As I was tightening I felt my head resting on her extensive cleavage, something we both appeared to like so I didn’t attempt to remove it. Another rope around her thighs to the chair, as well as a rope that secured her ankle bonds to that of her wrists were her final bonds for this position as she continued to playfully struggle for me, clearly wondering just what would come next.

“Right, I think its time for a little gag for you” I winked as I ran a hand down the length of her body. She liked my touch.

“I look forward to it” she smiled as I soon produced a white bit-gag with ring edges. “Ooh nice…aaaah” she said opening her mouth to help me fit it inside. Once inserted and strapped behind her head, she playfully ‘mpphed’ a sign of approval as I watched her for a few moments. The ropes on her body made her appear so beautiful. However the playful glint in her eyes suggested she didn’t just simply want to be watched, she wanted more of an interactive audience.

I began to undo the buttons at the top of her blouse, speedily making my way down until both sides came adrift from each-other. I pulled each side of the garment to a side of her body, held by the ropes across her lovely chest, which by now was openly contained by a skimpy black bra. She moaned in delight as she felt herself slowly but increasingly exposed to me.

My hands ran along her toned, tight-clad thighs next as I began to work up feelings of arousal in the both of us. She tried to push her body towards me with every touch I gave, however much to both her delight and agony the bonds kept her reasonably restrained. I then felt my hand rubbing over her rapidly moistening clit. I could tell that this was turning her on greatly, however I didn’t want to give her any sort of grand prize just yet. She had to earn it and she knew it.

As I rubbed her moistening clit, I also began leaning over her restrained body and kissing her neck passionately. This was really getting to her by now as she tilted her head back and moaned in pleasure at the treatment she was receiving. A few more passionate and arousing gestures and it wasn’t long before she was arching her back in the chair.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs ;) :lol:
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...