Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:54 pm
Rocketroy is a fellow Canadian. Even though he lives on the other side of the country I thought I would do the patriotic thing and help him out. Poor Roy has been so busy recently that he is an infrequent visitor to the site these days and he has lost the focus he needs to finish this story. I will do my best to conclude it for him.
When I do a story for someone else I normally consult with them to make sure that the customer gets what they want. In this case, other than asking me to finish his effort, we have no other contact. I hope he doesn’t mind how I concluded his tale.
The International Student - Michelle’s Story
As a journalism student I have been taught that every story has five basic elements; who, what, when, where and why; known as W5. Here is my story;
Who is Michelle? I am a journalism student from New Caledonia, which is a colony of France. New Caledonia is an island near Australia. I am here in Canada to continue my education at the University of British Columbia (UBC).
The French government pays for our education so cost is no object. When it was time for me to enter university I was relocated to France for the first three years and I am now completing my degree in Canada. Since French is the second official language in Canada it was the obvious choice for me since my English is not so good.
What is Michelle? I am a member of the native peoples of New Caledonia known as the Kanak. The Kanak are dark skinned and very similar to the Maoris of New Zealand and the Aborigines of Australia. I am 24 years old, 5’6” tall and 120 pounds. I have shoulder length black curly hair and I am considered pretty by Kanak standards. Since coming to Canada I have learned that I am considered pretty here too.
I went to an all-girls school until I left home for France. We wore school uniforms and even though I don’t have to wear them now it is my fashion of choice. I like to wear white blouses, short pleated skirts and dark tights or nylons. The only change, now that I am older, is that I wear high heels.
When did this story start? When I applied to UBC to become an exchange student one of the recommended practices was to stay with a Canadian family. It is a good way to learn the culture of a new country. Since Roy's family doesn’t speak French it would also force me to improve my English which is one of the reasons I left France.
Where does this story take place? Another reason I came to UBC is that Vancouver is considered the best city in North America to live in and one of the top five cities in the world. Roy’s family lives in a typical two story house. I chose them over some more affluent families because I wanted my stay here to be with a normal everyday family.
Why is this story unfolding as it is? My choice of a normal everyday family missed the mark. From the moment I arrived I could sense something different about Roy. As a person who has secrets of my own I could tell that he was hiding something. It wasn’t a small secret either. It was something he was passionate about but not willing to reveal.
The last part of any story, after W5, is another question. How? How it happened, as you have already seen, is that Roy thought he would be alone for the evening. He had no way to know that I would be unexpectedly returning to the house. His passion for self-bondage is HOW he got into his predicament. My own passion for all things to do with bondage is HOW his predicament got worse (or better depending on how you look at it).
The International Student – As told by Michelle
Poor Roy! The look on his face when I walked in was priceless. He was so embarrassed. Combine that with the shock of having his secret found out and you have a young man in a panic. He struggled to free himself and even though the bonds were rather loose and sloppy he had no luck. I imagine at that moment he thought that I would free him and he would have some humiliating explaining to do. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
He looked up at me and saw a rather attractive young black girl who was a guest in his home. What he didn’t see was a bondage savvy woman who had spent the last three years in Paris exploring all of the darkest parts of the city visiting the world’s best fetish clubs.
I had come to Canada to get an education, now it was time to give one to Roy. I examined the amateurish efforts of his bonds and gave him a grade of C minus. The clever gag rated a B. it was time to show him what it takes to get an A.
The rope around his wrists was loose enough to slide up his arms out of my way and yet still keeping him captive. He had plenty of extra rope and I tied his hands properly, tight and with a cinch. Then I redid his ankles. There was plenty of rope left and I didn’t want him to escape before I could finish the lesson so I tied his elbows and knees too.
I was tempted to let him keep his gag but it was a bit too small to be really effective. He needed to have his mouth stuffed. I got a pair of my socks and wrapped them in pantyhose. It was a big wad but with a bit of effort I was able to jam it all in. A few wraps around his head and over his mouth with duct tape and we were almost done.
Before I could finish his lesson I would need some more gear. Not wanting him to skip class while I was gone I hogtied him and left him helpless on his bed.
My original plan for the evening was to visit Rascal’s Club, home of the bondage scene in Vancouver, but I was having fun at a new place called Roy’s Room. The nice thing about this club was that it was open for non-stop action all weekend.
I called for a taxi and headed for an adult toy store a few blocks away. While it waited for me I did some shopping. It is fun to shop with an unlimited budget. Part of my student package is a credit card that has been designated to be used for educational supplies. That is certainly what I was buying.
When I exited the shop with a large overflowing bag the driver gave me a sly grin. He knew that someone was in for a good time tonight.
Back in Roy’s room I quickly exchanged the rope bonds and homemade gag for my purchases; now to pick up where Roy left off.
The International Student – The Conclusion
Michelle then untied my legs and took off my pants which confused me. "What was she doing?" I thought. When she saw the bulge I had in my underpants she took them off too.
Roy’s tight pants could not hide the excitement he was feeling. The initial shock had worn off while Michelle was shopping and he not only accepted what was happening to him but he wanted more. When she had dumped the bag of toys on the floor it was like Christmas all over again. Roy looked at the assortment of gadgets and anxiously waited to see what she would choose first. His anticipation resulted in an erection that was rather uncomfortable and embarrassingly couldn't be hidden by his pants.
His predicament was obvious to Michelle. She pulled off his jeans to give him some relief and to check out his junk. No longer oppressed his soldier stood at attention. Unfortunately his uniform was not up to Michelle’s standards. A pair of old faded underwear, frayed along the edges, was not what she had hoped to see. Disappointed she removed the offending garment.
Now allowed full freedom Roy was looking rather impressive but leaving him like this was for the more advanced course, not today’s beginner introductory lesson. She had an idea. She went to her room and returned quickly. After a moment of attention to Roy’s privates he looked down. His manhood was now cloaked in a red leather thong.
Michelle’s erotic undies were a cosy fit and not uncomfortable at all. Roy felt like he should be embarrassed but he wasn’t. The thong actually looked good and he felt sexy wearing it. Now that he was suitably covered she buckled a pair of leather shackles around his ankles and connected them with a short silver chain.
The rest of the night was spent exploring the possibilities of her other purchases. About four o’clock in the morning they were both yawning too much to continue and decided to go to bed (not together, I know what you are thinking). Before she left Roy’s room he gave her a hug and thanked her for the most wonderful night of his life.
‘Don’t thank me now’ she said ‘you can show your appreciation later when it’s time for the student to show the teacher what he has learned.’
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LordNelson on Wed May 06, 2015 11:31 am, edited 2 times in total.