I am tired and crabby
when I come home, I stand by the front door. I remember working in the
kindergarten class. It was so easy, the kids took your word as gospel,
and clung to you for love. They absorbed everything you taught them, and
demanded more. I wondered who was teaching kindergarten now. I thought
back to my college school class today. I have a raging headache. I have
one young man in my class that is a trouble maker, making jokes, disrupting
the class, yet has a charm & charisma I can't explain. I feel It sometimes
between my legs. But teacher/ student fraternizing is not allowed. He
is 21, he is 6'1'', brown eyes, brown hair, 240 lbs, he has a large muscular
chest, arms and thighs. I had yet another argument with him today and
finally gave in. It is easier to let him win, then argue with him in front
of the other students. I turn the key to enter my home thankful to be
Suddenly a blanket is pulled over my head, and every thing goes dark,
I struggle for a long time, screaming and kicking, even trying to bite.
Who ever It is is stronger and larger then I am. Finally as I tire, he
uncovers me and blindfolds me right away, I can not see but I know It
is a man. I can feel him and hear his breathing. I can tell he is a smoker,
because he is so out of breath. He binds my hands behind my back, secure
but not too tight. I am frightened out of my wits. I hear him mumbling,
Stroppy bitch, your going to become a fuck toy! i can't make out who he
is, but his words send chills down my arms and nipples. I am thankful
for my clothes to hide my reaction. He reaches under my dress and pulls
down my panties, he tries to place them in my mouth. I beg him not to,
I promise "I will do anything he wants and will keep very quiet and still."
He chuckles and put my panties in my mouth. Looks at my garter and nylons.
He places tape over my mouth and whispers in my ear, "I see you are a
wet slut already teacher!" I try to struggle but I can't move, he has
tied my legs, knees and thighs together very quickly.
He starts to remove my clothes, I have on a gray skirt and blazer, with
a white blouse. He removes the gray clothes leaving me stand there in
my white garter belt and blouse, suddenly I feel a knife at my throat,
I try to scream out, he tells me to hold still and cuts each button off,
slowly, deliberately taking his time. I hold very still, I can hardly
breathe. Finally the blouse is open and he take my breasts out of my matching
bra. I am humiliated beyond belief as my nipples harden. I start to cry
and he whispers, don't cry teacher, you are going to learn a lesson in
humiliation, and where your place really is.
He makes me hobble over to the desk, guiding me, and removes my blind
fold, he has on a hood so I can't see his face. He unties my hands and
tells me write 50x "I will not be a stroppy teacher anymore, I will be
respectful." I shake my head no, and feel a sharp slap on my back. Painful
but not unbearable. I start writing, I do not want to anger him further.
I hear the stereo go on to my favorite music. I am mortified he is touching
my personal belongings. He walks over and binds my legs to the chair so
I can't get up. I hear him walk in my bedroom, I pray he does not go into
my private things. I am writing and crying. What have I done to upset
this student so much. He comes out, unties my legs which are still bound
together. Pushes me over the desk, I feel jelly, and I am screaming into
the gag, no, no, no, but no words come out. He whispers, I know you are
already a fuck toy, teacher, just sit back and enjoy this, he pushes me
back on the desk and uses one arm to hold me down. He plays with my pussy
and I am grateful It is not what I thought It was. Suddenly he inserts
my butt plug. I growl in pain, and when It is in he plays with my pussy
some more. He asks me embarrassing questions, about my feelings and each
time he knows how I feel. "Do I like the way the plug feels, do I long
for a cock to go with It, do I know how big and beautiful my pussy lips
I am afraid of this man but not the way I should be. My brain is no longer
working right. He sits me down and attaches clover leaf clamps to my breasts,
I make the mistake of barely wincing, he yanks hard on them and tells
me what a fuck toy I am. "Finish writing your assignment, now!" I go back
to It and I can't concentrate, I know I am writing but the words are a
blur. I hear him behind me, like he is laying things on a table, I do
not turn to look. I wonder if I know who It is. It's just too incredible
to believe. I finally indicate I am finished and he walks over. He counts
the sentences and writes in red on the top of the page, "very good my
fuck toy" my head goes down in shame. He whispers "are you thirsty stroppy
teacher?" I nod yes but can not look at the hooded man.
I think I can escape
now, and he ties my hands again to the chair, lifts my legs and ties them
to the chair again. I am helpless. He walks into my kitchen and I hear
clinking and clanging. I decide I need to earn his trust, before I try
and escape. I decide to cooperate with what ever he wishes. It seemed
like a good idea at the time!
He comes back and I see a bottle of my favorite wine, a glass and a bowl.
I cringe at the thought of what the bowl is for. He unties all of me,
leaves my gag in, and leaves a rope on to hold in the butt plug. He makes
me promise to go along with what ever he wants, he is the teacher now.
I nod yes, trying not to let him see my eyes. He attaches a collar and
a leash. Like a dog tries to lead me, I won't go and I fight him, he turns
me over on my stomach, I am amazed at how easy I am for him to man handle.
He sits on my back and spanks me. a hard spanking, telling me teachers
deserve good hard spankings. I finally am crying, sobbing in my gag and
he rubs my butt, a soothing feeling, strokes my hair and I am confused.
I don't want him to stop. He whispers, "you want more of this stroppy
teacher, you have to be a good girl." I grunt in a bad manor and he slaps
my cheeks again. I lay my head down in compliance, I don't want any more
spanking. He leads me across the room to drink from the bowl.
Suddenly I look up at him, asking with my eyes if It is OK, he nods and
starts running his fingers through my hair. I did not realize how thirsty
I was and drink all the wine. I just wait, afraid to move. "There will
be more of that for you later teacher, if you are a good girl." I cringe
at those words. He leads me and I follow, around the room, I know he is
testing me. He leads me to the bathroom, "need to use It teacher?" he
asks. I shake my head yes, actually I had to go the whole time, he scared
me so much. He turns on the light and waits. I shake my head, no, no,
no, he whispers in my ear, "never tell me NO, fuck toy" in a voice that
sends fear through me. I start crying again. He just waits. She is surprised
he is being so gentle and patient. Finally she just goes, she has to move
the rope out of the way but It keeps the butt plug in. she goes to wipe
herself and he kneels and takes the cloth from her and cleans her up.
Her head falls on his shoulder in shame. She knows his smell, she does
not care anymore. She is too humiliated to admit she wants him, and everything
he is doing. The student is teaching the teacher.
She motions to his crotch with her eyes, he understands and lets out a
loud laugh. Now she is mad and tries to leave the room quickly, forgetting
the leash. He laughs and pulls her back to him. She thinks he will rape
her and wants to get away. He bends her over the sink and plays with her
pussy, he tugs gently on the clamps still hanging there,
She moans loudly, he enters her pussy from behind. First he is slow and
deliberate, touching her clit. She throws herself into his cock and wants
more, he is content, he has her where he wants her for the moment. Then
he fucks her hard and painfully, not letting her climax. She even tries
to use her own fingers and he growls "NO" at her. "You have not learned
teacher!" he climaxes hard and the teacher thanks God he is done. Maybe
he will let her go. He takes her by the leash, spreads her legs and wipes
them gently with a warm cloth. She is confused again by his coldness and
He leads her back to the carpet and motions for her to crawl. She feels
his cum still fall down her legs and she needs to cum herself. She is
ashamed of her thoughts. He tells her crawl over to the pile, pick up
what ever she want and bring It to him. She does so thinking he is being
nice. When she reaches the table a gasp escapes muffled through her gag.
She tries to turn away and he is right there, "pick one or I will use
She is defeated again and turns back to the table. He sits down to relax
and watch her. He wonders if she knows how sexy she is. How pleasing she
can be. He doubts It, she needs to be taught, and she would be a handful.
She is ashamed of her body and desires, and he know this. He is deciding
weather he really want to take on the responsibility or not. Shakes his
head, laughs, he knew he did when he decided his plan. It was too late
to back out now. She looks at all the things laid out before her. Some
of them she recognizes and some she does not. She sees a cane, she knows
they hurt, she has wielded them on students before. She sees a round thing
with pins, she would never choose that. She sees a long green whip thing,
it's smell draws her but she is afraid of It She finally chooses a crop.
It does not look very harmful. He can see her thinking to himself, he
knows what she will choose. Next time, he will choose.
She crawls over to him and hands him the crop. He sees the fear in her
eyes. "Not so stroppy anymore, are we teacher." She hangs her head in
shame and shakes It no. she does not understand the butterflies in her
belly, and why she desires this hurtful, evil, man. She waits, eyes lowered,
for his next move... he gets up and ties her again, to a coffee table,
he removes the small glass and secures her legs to each leg, secures her
arms behind her back, all her weight is on her chest on the table. He
takes small yellow rope and quickly binds her hair, he attaches It to
her crotch rope. He takes her chain from the clamps and UN-tapes her mouth,
inserts the chain which is just long enough and tapes her mouth closed
again. She realizes whatever she does with her head pain is eminent. She
is scared. He adds her blindfold and starts using the crop on her, all
over, soft quick strokes, she pulls a little and struggles, there is no
where for her to move. He uses the crop on her breasts from under the
table, hard deliberate strokes, he sees her struggling and hears her screams
through the gag. He knows the clamps are doing their job, especially since
they have been on so long. he uses his hand on her ass. She marvels at
how big It is. More cropping, hard strokes that he can see are raising
very nicely, all in a neat row, on her ass, thighs, a few gentle ones
on her pussy, and finally the bottom of her breasts, the clamps bite in
and make her scream the loudest. He drops the crop and puts two fingers
in her, she is fucking them, he ads a finger to her clit and as she is
about to cum takes It away. She is again screaming into the gag. He chuckles
softly at her.
She is already such
a fuck toy. His past women could not take this. He finally leans over
her and enters her pussy with his cock. It is hard and swollen once again.
She screams as he enters her but It is pleasure not pain. He fucks her
hard and uses one hand to finger her clit gently, he removes the clamps
from her breasts with the other one, she can feel her screaming and bucking
back into him, using his cock to keep her orgasm going, he can hardly
balance and he starts untying her quickly. He grabs her and rubs her breasts,
not her nipples, as she finishes cuming. she is mumbling something. He
removes the gag. "Thank you Master, Thank you so much Master. The student
has not heard "Master" used in this term but he adapts quickly, "yes,
my little fuck toy, I am your Master now." She just falls into his arms.
He takes her gently upstairs, his hood has been gone for some time now,
he waits for her to notice, she just lays on the blankets he placed on
the floor. He secures a hand to the bed with a soft hand cuff. She mumbles
"Master David, you don't have to do that." He asks, "when did you know
It was me?" "when you gave me the writing assignment Master, over here,
we don't use the word stroppy." He chuckled softly. "Master, why do I
have to sleep on the floor?" he stroked her softly, "because my stroppy
little girl, you have to learn *I am the Master* and you will do as told
with out questioning me." "One of these times you will get angry about
It, and we will have to deal with your anger." "For tonight, sleep sound,
I am right here if you need me." The stroppy teacher went to sleep thinking
"I have finally found a Master, and I am glad tomorrow is Saturday. I
wonder what the younger student will teach the teacher."