Author's Note: I'm beginning to think j have a thing for teachers! Tell me what you think and I may just write more...


I took a sip of the cold tea to wash the taste of cum from my mouth. A hesitant knock sounded from my office door. Quickly I checked my reflection in the small mirror, after satisfying myself that I'd not missed any spots I raised my voice.

"Come in!" I shouted.

Samantha was eighteen, blonde, and painfully shy at times. She'd been in my class for the last three years and in all that time I don't think I'd heard her utter more than a few whispered words at a time.

"Hi Sam," I smiled, gesturing for her to take the chair opposite mine "So," I began as she took her place "the school encourages us to arrange these one on one sessions with our older students to give them an opportunity to ask any questions, get any advice they want."

I saw a redness spread to the young woman's cheeks "Sex questions?" She whispered.

I nodded "That's the general idea..." I smiled reassuringly.

She didn't speak. I waited patiently, subconsciously I licked my lips, thinking of the previous one to one with Damien. He had been truly impressive!

"So you don't have anything you'd like to ask?"

Samantha looked at he floor, clearly uncomfortable at the intimate topic I was trying to initiate. Was she a virgin? It was quite possible, but the inexperienced ones often had more questions than the ones who had been fucking since they were fifteen!

"No..." she said quietly.

"Well," I smiled "if you're sure!"

We both rose to our feet, hopefully my next student would be more interesting.

The young blonde stopped, her hand on the door handle. "There was one thing..." she muttered, as if she'd only just realised this was her opportunity to ask. "My girlfriend, she wants me to tie her up..." her words tumbled out "Like a sex thing... I don't get it!"

As we made our way back to our respective chairs I wasn't sure whether I was more surprised that this this innocent little eighteen year old wasn't a virgin, was a lesbian, or wanted to know about kink!

"Do you mean bondage?" I asked, determined not to get the wrong end of the stick here.

Sam shrugged "I don't really know what that means..." she admitted "when she's been eating me out. She's said it a few times. How she wishes I'd tie her up." I could feel my heart rate accelerating. "She's done more than me..." she admitted "I don't really know what she wants, I don't know what's sexy about not being able to move..."

I smiled, perhaps little Sam isn't as innocent as I'd believed?

"There are a couple of reasons some people like to be tied up during sex." I began, feeling my own temperature rise as I explained. "Some people like roleplaying, where they're a submissive and their only desire is to please the other person. It's a very selfless thing, they try to serve their lover who will then choose whether or it to reward them. It's very emotional."

Sam looked intrigued.

"One of the other reasons," I continued "is the feeling of helplessness. To be tied up, naked, and vulnerable makes you very dependent on the other person. There's a huge amount of trust involved! Then, there are other people who find it erotic to be empowered in that way and to have complete control over someone."

I could see all sorts of thoughts going on behind the young woman's blue eyes.

"So it's because she trusts me?"

"She certainty wouldn't ask you if she didn't. I suspect she wants to feel helpless and to give you that level of control over your sex."

Sam frowned as she thought.

"You shouldn't feel pressured," I told her "just because it's her fantasy it doesn't mean it's something you're obliged to do!"

She waved the warning away "No," she reassured me "it's not that. It's just that I'd have no idea where to start!"

I smiled "That's the point of this meeting," I reminded her "to give you a chance to ask questions!"

The young blonde laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Miss Cooke," she joked "I'd really like to tie my girlfriend up for sex but I'm not sure where to start!"

I smiled, pleased by the meeting's sudden change of pace.

"I can help with that!" I promised "Over there, in the corner there's a large blue barrel full of skipping ropes. Roll it over here..."

Sam crossed the office as I considered her good fortune, I dread to think what would have happened if her meeting had been scheduled with another teacher, someone without a few hidden kinks and an office full of gym equipment!

"Grab one of the ones off the top..." I instructed "and tie my hands together."

Sam uncoiled the role and set about wrapping loops around my outstretched hands. I watched as she worked, smiling at her obvious lack of experience.

"The first thing to remember when tying someone up is safety," I told her... "But you can look that up later, don't make anything too tight and don't leave anyone tied up by themselves." I summarised, noticing that my student had begun to slacken her work almost as soon as I'd started talking.

"The second thing," I continued testing the young woman's bondage and smiling at the large double knot she'd used to finish it "is that your goal isn't to make an inescapable puzzle... although with a bit of practice your work will be pretty near impossible to wriggle free from!" I assured her "Your goal, is to tie your partner in a way which makes your sex better." Sam looked confused "My point is that if a burglar charged in they'd tie her one way, you're going to tie her another!"

Enlightenment spread across her face.

"Now, you've done what everyone does..." I wriggled my wrists and slipped my hands out of the rope.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for her as the expression of disappointment crossed the blonde's face.

"We still want to make your girlfriend feel helpless!" I reminded her, perhaps a little unkindly. "Roll up your sleeves..." I instructed.

Intrigued Sam removed her school blazer and rolled up the cuffs of her white blouse. I held the untangled rope in my hands as she offered me her own wrists.

"The first thing you need to do," I demonstrated "is fold your rope in half. Then, create a loop and place them over her wrists." I showed her how the rope tightened up around her hands as I pulled "wrap the end around her wrists. Don't worry about being too tight, just wrap around and around until you have about this much left." I waved the remaining foot or so of spare rope under her face "Now you need to find that starting point, loop it through and wrap between her hands. When you tie the knot you'll create... almost rope handcuffs and she won't be able to wriggle out."

I tied the final knot and allowed her to experiment as she tested the effectiveness of the new technique. "This is called cinching," I told her "and it's the basis for all rope bondage."

Sam smiled, apparently impressed with the lesson.

"Here, you try on me..." I instructed, untying the knot and releasing her from the tie.

I continued to teach as the student tied my hands "You can tie all sorts of different body parts like this," I told her "wrists, ankles, knees, even elbows! The principal is the same for each and if you do it properly it will be completely inescapable..."

I twisted my wrists and strained against the ropes to demonstrate to the young woman just how much more effective her second attempt had been.

"Enough or do you want to know more?" I asked.

Sam looked at the clock, we were only twenty minutes into an hour long session. "Honestly Miss, I need as much help as I can get..." she confessed.

I smiled reassuringly "We have plenty of time! Now, let me out of this..." I requested, pushing my bound hands towards her.

"Ok, want to try something a bit more advanced?" Sam looked nervous "If you don't want to that's fine," I assured her "It may be that tying her wrists together is exactly what your girlfriend has in mind!" I suggested "But if you want I can show you more so you can experiment a little together and see what you both like?"

The young woman didn't say anything, she simply nodded and smiled that nervous smile.

"Great!" I kicked off my old trainers and pealed off my socks, I was suddenly very glad that these meetings had been arranged in the mornings. I could only imagine how self conscious I'd feel stripping off in front of a pupil after an hour or so running up and down the hockey pitch!

I threw my tracksuit bottoms to one side and knelt on the carpet, knees a little apart with my toes on the floor and my ass on my heals. I wondered for a moment which pair of knickers I'd selected this morning then remembered (with some embarrassment) that id removed them during an earlier session and I was currently naked from the waist down.

Had it been Damien and his huge cock? No... I'd got my tits out for him but not... Who was it? I smiled as I fitted the puzzle together, Amanda! Now I thought about it there were far more bicurious teenagers in my class than I'd ever expected!

I looked up at Sam. She was still sat in her chair, an mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and excitement decorating her pretty face. I wondered if she'd make a natural dominant, I wouldn't have thought so but sometimes all sorts of secrets hide away in even the most unlikely people. She'd already surprised me already this meeting, I resolved to give her an opportunity to experience dominance... even if it was only a taster she could take back to her girlfriend.

"Ok," I smiled "What I'd like you to do is take two pieces of rope and tie them around my legs." Cautiously she rose from the chair and slid it against the wall. "You're going to do it in exactly the same way as before, but this time you're going to loop the rope around my leg and cinch it between my foot and my bum."

Sam nodded her understanding and picked up a length of rope. Gingerly she knelt beside me, I did my best not to interfere but occasionally guided the rope so it was in the right place or helped her where she struggled. I nodded with satisfaction as she finished my left leg then smiled as she tied my right in the same way without any assistance.

I looked up at her as she stood in front of me, her tartan skirt and black tights dominated my view.

"I'm feeling pretty helpless about now!" I congratulated her.

She smiled "Shall I do your hands again?"

I wondered if she was feeling dominant, did the sight of me kneeling half naked at her feet do anything for her?

"Perhaps behind my back this time?" I suggested. The young woman went to get another skipping rope as I had an idea.

"Hang on..." I interrupted "You have to build this stuff up in order," I explained "so I am trying to work out what I'm going to show you ahead of time. Does your girlfriend have big boobs?"

A little smug smile crossed the blonde's face and she blushed "Yes..." she was back to whispering.

"Want to try something a little different then you can finish all this off?" I flexed against the ropes which held my legs.

"Yes please!"

I suspected I'd discovered a secret boob lover!

Smiling at the thought I pulled my polo shirt over my head and stripped off my sports bra. This was the first time in this series of sex education sessions that I'd been completely naked with a student but something about this young woman's innocent curiosity made me want to help her.

"Breast bondage is fantastic!" I stated.

She didn't look convinced.

"The great thing about it, is that apart from a few advanced predicament scenarios it's almost entirely useless for restraining someone." I could see Sam's confusion as she examined my chest.

She bit her lip "So what's the point?"

"The point is that you're tying rope around my breasts because you're in complete control." I explained "You're doing it because you find it sexy, to..." I tried to articulate the feeling "You're making me more attractive for you, by changing the way a very intimate part of my body looks..." now Sam looked utterly lost "I'm not explaining it very well," I apologised "let me talk you through it and you'll see." I promised.

"Find the biggest piece of rope you can, I think there are few really long ones towards the bottom." I paused, waiting until the blonde student had located some of the ropes we used as obstacles when we were trying to help the girls' feet move faster. Today it would put to an entirely different use!

"Find the middle, the same as normal but this time put it around my body." Sam complied and placed the loop around my middle. "You're going to need to keep some tension on it," I warned "but I want you to wrap it around me a couple of times right here..." I pointed to the bottom of my ribs so the rope would sit snugly beneath my breasts.

Sam started to loop the long rope around my body, I was trying my best not to assist her but it was clear that she wasn't quite sure what I meant.

"You need to tuck it up," I told her "right up under my boobs."

The young woman slid rope up my torso until I felt a soft tickle against the underside of my breast.

"Are you going to be this gentle with your girlfriend?" I asked "Don't be shy! Grab my boob, lift it up and get the rope right up underneath."

Now she understood!

I gasped as the young woman's cold hand grasped my breast and the rope was pulled roughly into place.

"Excellent, we need to wind the rope around the other way but you need to anchor it on something so it doesn't just unwind... if you find that original loop, push the ends through you should able to change direction?"

I felt the young woman's cold fingers fiddle with something in the knots behind my back, apparently she'd succeeded because as she approached me from the other side the rope sat beneath my breasts began to tighten rather than unwind. Sam had an expression of pure concentration on her face as she began to ease the rope under my breast once again.

"This time," I stopped her "I want you to put two loops over the top."

I lifted my arms out the way as the next layers were applied over the top of my boobs. When she was behind me a second time I told her to tie the end off somewhere safe.

"There's quite a lot left..." she commented, apparently unconvinced that she could lose the extra feet in the tangle of rope.

"Enough for another loop?"

She paused, judging the distance "I think so..."

"Go for it then," I suggested "once more around the top and then tie off at the back."

Sam did as she was instructed then stood in front of me, hands on hips examining her work. I couldn't help thinking how much I'd love to get under that red checked skirt!

Putting my thoughts aside I told her to look in the top drawer of my desk for some string. I was sure there was some in there, it had been some time since I last ventured out to referee a netball game with a string shibari harness hidden beneath my tracksuit but I was sure there had been plenty left the last time I'd indulged myself.

"Same as always, find the middle..."

Sam looked at me "What, all of this!?"

I looked at the length she held in her hand, it's was probably six feet long. It might entail a few extra wraps but it would do the job. I'd get another ball of string next time I was in the pound shop.

"Yep, you'll want it all with my tits!" I bragged.

It was the first time she had broken into a chuckle, it was nice to see.

"Something funny?" I mocked.

"I was just thinking..." she replied with a twinkle in her eye "That if you need all this then I'd need about three metres for the pair I'll be working with!"

I laughed, the humour broke the awkwardness.

"Ok, what do I do?" She asked.

"Same as before," I told her "except this time you're tying the top and bottom ropes together." I pointed at my cleavage and indicated that she should squeeze the two bigger ropes together until they touched. "That'll squeeze my tits and make them stand out."

Sam knelt in front of me and threaded the string through the larger ropes. I felt the familiar feeling of my breasts being caressed by the tightening rope. Sam gave the string a tug to pull the rope together, tied a quick knot and dropped the string so it trailed between my breasts to the floor.

"Good job!" I grinned "Next, grab one of those ends, pick a boob and wrap it round."

The young woman wasn't sure about this one, following my instruction she took the trailing piece of string and began to wrap it around the base of my breast, the string tickled me as she worked.

"Come on..." I scoffed "This is supposed to be bondage, start again and make it tight this time!"

Samantha began a second time with a renewed confidence.

"Doesn't it hurt?" She asked.

I shook my head, there was no denying that my pupil's take on breast bondage was rather brutal but I'd missed the feeling of being properly tied up. Besides, if I told her she was hurting me she'd lose all confidence and never begin the experimentation process with her girlfriend.

I shook my head "Different women like different amounts of tension," I told her "I've always liked it on the tight side."

Whether because of my words or her own expanding confidence Samantha pulled a little harder on the string and wound even tighter. A stifled gasp escaped from between my lips.

I held my arms wide once the young woman had finished work on both my breasts.

"What do you think?"

"I see what you mean..." she replied, watching in fascination as the string restricted the blood flow and caused the colour of my boobs to darken a shade. "But, I thought the point of this was to make you feel helpless?" She glanced at my gesturing palms.

"Fair enough!" I agreed, placing my hands behind my back and pressing my wrists together "Exactly the same as before..." I reassured her.

Once my wrists were restrained I talked my captor through the more complex procedure of binding my elbows, at first I was worried I'd overestimated my ability to explain the complex tie but after a few attempts Sam understood and loosed the cinch rope under my arm, over the back of my neck, and down the other side. Once she'd finished I found myself in some of the most restrictive bondage I'd experienced in quite some time!

I needed to understand what she was feeling, had she been going along with the lesson to avoid conflict? Had she been taking notes to try things in her own relationship? Had the experienced turned her on and opened her mind to new ideas?

I glanced up at the young woman, trying to imagine the effect the experience was having on her pussy... would she be wet?

"How do you feel?" I asked.

Sam looked confused, she rushed a trailing length of hair behind her ear.

"Well, it's a bit weird..." she admitted, "I mean you used to take me for netball!"

I smiled and I felt my cheeks redden, I knew what she meant but it wasn't really what I was aiming for.

"On the shelf up there," I indicated with my eyes "there's some small canes... we use them as rounders posts."

Sam slid a chair across the small office and stood on it, for a moment I caught a glance beneath the tartan skirt but saw little other than shadow. I fought to control the desire which was coming over me.

Sam hopped to the floor swinging the garden cane menacingly in her hand.

"Am I supposed to hit you?" She asked.

My stomach lurched, it had never even occurred to me that the young woman would strike me. I wasn't sure how I felt about it and decided to ignore the question.

"In my bag, under the desk there's a vibrator..."

This time the blonde dropped onto her hands and knees until she surfaced carrying my favourite toy from home... fuck me she has a nice ass!

The student stood before me with a cane in one hand and a powerful battery operated sex toy in the other. There was no doubt she was now in complete control of the situation.

"So," I explained "I am tied up and have no chance of escaping... you have the power to beat me into submission or reward me with orgasms. I'd be willing to bet there's nothing you couldn't coerce me into doing with a combination of those two... How do you feel now?"

I saw a wicked smile cross the face of the young woman as for the first time she truly understood her power. This was no game, there literally was nothing I could do to stop her inflicting her will on me.

"What would you make your girlfriend do?" I prompted.

There was that blush again "I'd make her lick my pussy..." she confessed.

I made a face which I hoped she'd understand as acquiescence.

"Really? You want to do that!?"

I shrugged, as best I could in the rope which held me "I want you to understand how it feels to control someone. Besides..." I glanced at the tools in her hands "it's not about what I want anymore!"

Samantha thought for a moment, I could see a range of emotions play across her mind. Apparently reaching a decision she sat herself in my chair and kicked off her ballet shoes. I shuffled on the floor at her feet, my legs were starting to ache and the quick (if somewhat limited) movement would would be important if this session was to last.

I watched, hypnotised as Sam unbuckled the buttons of her skirt and threw it aside. She pealed her black tights down her pale legs and for the first time I caught side of her simple black underwear. This girl had been in my class for the best part of three years, how had I never seen her properly before!?

The question was driven from my mind as the young student slid her knickers down her legs and kicked them to one side. For the first time in far too long I was presented with a sweet teenage pussy, she was clean shaven and I could see the telltale glisten of arousal which proved that I was not the only one enjoying this experience.

The young woman reclined in the chair, offering her clit to me.

"Please may I taste you Mistress?" I whispered.

I was losing myself in the fantasy a little too much, I was the teacher here and it was my job to educate, not to beg!

Sam pointed at her exposed clit, her eyes met mine "Make sure you do a good job!"

Sam wasn't far from me but in my bondage it was difficult to cross even the short distance across the office floor. Shuffling as best I could I made my way across the rough carpet, my knees were scratched and scuffed by the time I reached the young blonde who sat in my chair.

I remembered her words to me as I lowered my lips onto her clit, delicately running my tongue across the contours of her pussy and eliciting a shudder of delight from the young woman.

I didn't want it to be too good, I was still teaching and to give her an immediate orgasm wouldn't provide the education my pupil needed. After another minute I raised my head, Samantha was smiling but not overwhelmed.

"How did I do?" I asked.

The blonde bit her lip, obviously torn between giving me honest or constructive feedback.

"If you're not satisfied, it's your job to train me..." I reminded her, glancing at the tools in her hands.

Sam flexed the cane, releasing it so a swishing sound cut through the air.

"Do I need to hit you?"

A knot twisted in my stomach and my hands turned clammy, it had been a long time since I'd been properly punished and as I felt the colour drain from my face I realised just how much I now feared what the cane could do.

Frantically I glanced around the office for inspiration, something I could suggest my student could use to punish me but wouldn't result in me being unable to sit for days. My eyes fell on a shirt which hung from a temporary washing line I'd strung across the office the previous night. The rain yesterday had been torrential and my clothes had been soaked through, in an effort to try them out I'd hung them out but had clearly forgotten to take them home at the end of the day. What interested me now however was not the shirt, but the pegs which suspended it.

"Why don't you grab them?" I suggested, indicating that the blonde should once again climb on the chair.

Sam did as I suggested, threw the slightly smelly gym top aside, and brandished one of the clothes pegs in each hand.

"Have you ever heard of nipple clamps?" I asked

The young woman shook her head, clearly extrapolating how the two vice like devices in her hands and my nipples would play together.

"Time to try them!" I challenged her.

Cautiously Samantha stepped down from the chair and crouched in front of me, she flexed open one of the pegs between her thumb and forefinger and hovered with the teeth grasping at the air either side of my erect nipple.

My breasts were already darkening from the tight bondage which held them, I knew the slighted touch would be enough to make me cry out and this was not going to be a gentle caress!

"Get it over with..." I begged, hoping the anticipation was would be worse than the actual pain.

I was wrong. Putting her faith in me Sam released the peg and allowed the tiny plastic teeth to sink into the sensitive flesh of my nipple.

"Fuck me!" I screamed, more at myself than anyone for manipulating this innocent young woman into inflicting pain on me. I sucked in air and fought to keep my foul mouth under control.

"Are you ok?" I nodded, biting my lip and refusing to talk for fear of releasing even more explicit language.

"Shall I put the other one on?"

Somehow I managed to nod. I bit hard into my lip as the second set of tiny teeth clamped onto my skin, tears filled my eyes and I felt the taste of blood in my mouth.

"Thank you mistress..." I managed to gasp.

"Do they hurt?" She asked.

I nodded, breathing heavily in an effort to keep the pain under control.

"Wow," she mused "I guess you really don't like being caned do you!?" I shook my head, fearing for a moment that I'd postponed, rather than avoided the more severe punishment.

"No Mistress..."

"I assume you'll do a much better job this time then?" She commented.

Fuck, the young woman was learning fast! I didn't reply, instead I lowered my mouth onto her pussy and set to work with everything I had.

"I'm impressed..." Samantha gasped after a few minutes. I didn't reply, I needed to focus on my work. If for whatever reason my pupil believed I was slacking in my task she'd assume I was pushing her to punish me further. My nipples throbbed and my legs ached, all that was left was the cane which rested threateningly against the wooden desk, if I was to avoid the sting of the wood I had to make the young blonde believe that I was doing everything I could to please her!

My tongue traced the inside of her labia, I'd never tasted a clean shaven woman. I'd assumed the practice was reserved for porn stars and silly girls, now though, as I tasted the juices my torment had elicited I understood why men prefer us this way. Without the fine protective hairs to distract me I could put my full attentions into Samantha's clit, something the student seemed immeasurably grateful for!

Samantha pushed me aside as I finished my work. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, my tongue was replaced by her fingers as she touched herself, providing the final stimulus she needed to get herself off.

The sound of screams filled the small office. I lay on the floor, used and discarded as the young woman orgasmed.

"Wow..." she exclaimed "That... was... amazing!"

I tried to right myself, my body covered in a fine layer of perspiration, and my mind quietly proud of the work I'd done.

"Thank you Mistress..." I whispered, rolling backwards as attempt to regain my position proved futile. "May I cum now?"

Samantha looked down at me, her own forehead was decorated with sweat and I tried to read her mind. Would she remember that the secret to proper training was a combination of both punishment and reward?

Slowly she unbuttoned her white blouse, several of the buttons had ripped in her efforts to cum and the garment looked ragged and dirty. Feeling foolish in just her bra she cast it aside before crouching beside me, bound and helpless.

"I don't think you need this anymore..."

Pain shot through me as the clothes peg was removed. Sam cradled me as I cried out, holding me until the pain faded.

"I don't know what you did with the other one!" She laughed.

I looked stupidly around the floor, searching for some clue about when the tiny torturer had been ripped from my body.

"You did really well..." she told me, stroking my dark hair aside so it no longer clouded my vision. "Would you like me to use this?" She asked, holding my vibrator in her left hand.

I nodded, I'd forgotten why I was supposed to be here. I was too exhausted, too desperate to cum to argue with her... all I wanted was her hands on me, the touch of her fingers on my pussy.

Somewhere I heard the vibrator click on, a moment later it was pressed against my clit and waves of delight reached through my body pushing the tiredness out before them.

"We can take these off..."

I wasn't listening, all I could feel was Sam's cool arms around me as the vibrator continued to tease my clit. I could feel her free hand moving over my legs, her fingers played with the knots which held them.

"There you go..."

Suddenly I felt the pressure on my legs release as my pupil unknotted first one, then the other. I stretched out my limbs in relief, still held by the bondage which held my upper body but appreciating the little freedom I'd been given.

"On your feet!"

The vibrator was taken away and I was forced to stand. My breasts ached as I stood before her, sat in my chair, her eyes examining my naked body.

"Does this turn you on?" She asked.

I nodded, a deep redness filling my cheeks.

"That's why you were so eager to teach me?" So that I'd tie you up and make you cum?"

My voice shook "Yes Mistress..." I confessed.

"Come here..."

Her fingers were on my pussy. I could feel them moving back and forth, exploring my pubic hair, edging ever so close...

My knees buckled as she slid a long finger inside me.

"Stand up!" She ordered.

The vibrator came back, gently it caressed my clit as Sam's hand explored within. Fuck me her girlfriend was a lucky woman, this girl had skills!

Sam pulled me towards her and placed a kiss on my hip.

"What's your favourite way to be tied up?" She asked.

I could barely think let alone reply... I was so close to orgasm, my knees shook and it took all my attention to remain vertical, I didn't know if I even had the intellectual capacity to reply.

"I... like... to... be..." I managed to stammer out "hogtied!" I gasped.

Samantha smiled "And how do I do that?" She asked.

"I lie on my front," I cried out "my legs are tied together and then pulled up tightly behind me..."

"Really!?" She smiled wickedly "And would you like me to hogtie you now?" She asked.

Was she joking!?"

I shook my head "No Mistress..." I exclaimed "I want you to let me cum!"

Samantha leaned close, she must be able to feel how my legs shook, how my body reacted to her slightest touch. She had to know how close she was to making me cum!?

"You see, I think you wanted to teach me how to dominate you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the continuous buzzing of the vibrator. "I think you love that I'm in control, and I think that if I was to give that control back to you then you'd feel cheated..."

The vibrator was removed from my clit, I felt her fingers withdraw and something smooth and cold rested against the lips of my pussy instead. The cane!

"On your stomach..." she instructed, applying the gentlest of taps to my clit with the cruel stinging wood.

My gut wrenched, the idea of being caned across my hands or my ass had been bad enough but surely the young student wouldn't be as cruel enough to cane my overly sensitive pussy? Would she even realise the pain she was inflicting? I decided with a sense of foreboding that I could do little but comply with her demands. Whether Samantha's dominant nature was asserting itself or she genuinely thought this was what I'd expected I wasn't sure, either way one thing was sure - there was no way I could argue with her now!

Sulky and sullen at my lack of orgasm I climbed slowly down onto the rough carpet. I sat on my ass and lay backwards until the top of my head was grazing her foot. Then, carefully I rolled myself onto my front so my mouth was inches from her big toe.

"So," repeated Sam, rising to her feet and walking to the rope bin before I could begin to imagine what sucking her toes would be like "I need to tie your legs together and then bring them up behind your back?"

I nodded in defeat "Yes Mistress..."

Sam smiled "Im fairly sure I can work that out for myself!" She announced.

Before I could follow what was happening I felt her hand running through my hair, without warning my head was pulled back and something shoved in my mouth. The fabric was thin and tasted vaguely familiar, I was left with little doubt about what I had been gagged with.

Sam walked to my desk and grabbed the sellotape which sat there, she applied a few lengths over my mouth. Gagging me and sealing her panties inside.

"Whaaa ahhh oooo oooin?" I muttered behind the gag.

It was a pointless question, I knew exactly what the young blonde was doing - exactly what I'd taught her to do. To seize absolute control over me!

"It's such a shame," she commented, tracing a final line over my pussy while wrapping rope around my feet "hogties are a thing of beauty..." she admitted "But access is so difficult! Why, by the time I'm finished with you I may not be able to reward this little pussy for all its good work!"

I squirmed, more through instinct than desire but the young dominatrix held me tight. She wrapped lengths of rope around my knees and ankles like a professional, continuing to talk to me as she worked.

"I have a confession to make," she said "I'm not quite as inexperienced as I led you to believe..." she confessed "And I genuinely do feel bad for misleading you! But I wanted to play, and I didn't think you'd let me if I came in here and asked if you considered the savage fold or strappado a better position for forced fucking..."

She had a point! I felt the young woman run ropes from my ankles to the rope behind my neck and I relaxed my body in anticipation of what was to come next.

"You see it's not every day you get to tie up a gym teacher!" She exclaimed "You're so fucking flexible!" She added, pulling tight on the rope and shortening the distance from my feet to my shoulders. I felt my body bend, arching backwards and she sculpted the beautiful curve which defined the hogtie. A weight appeared on my back as she braced herself, the young woman pulled once again as I felt my flexibility being pushed to its limit. The arch of my back screamed at me she made her final adjustments, making sure that I was pushed to my absolute limits before the knot was tied and I was secured in place.

"The truth is Miss Cooke," she said, sitting herself down in my chair and picking up the cane "I've had a crush on you since the first day of school... when I realised you were doing my one to one session I knew I had to do something... you may be mad with me right now. But this clearly isn't your first time and I hope you'll realise I only had the best intentions?"

I could only lie there, trapped in exquisite bondage and unable to wrap my head around the events which had led up to it. I had been tricked, manipulated and the trust which underpinned any real kinky relationship had been completely discarded. But she was so perfect, the way she'd manipulated me, the way she'd tied me and allowed me to make my own mistakes. I couldn't be mad with her.

"Ahm hot add." I told her.

Sam smiled "Don't say that too soon," she warned "you don't know what I've got in mind for you next!"

She was sat in my seat once again, once again the vibrator was in one hand and the cane was in another. I wished I'd never introduced her to the power of that particular combination!

"The problem I have," Samantha explained "is that my girlfriend (who you do know by the way and I'm keeping vague deliberately), loves being tied up and knows how much I like tying her up. So she doesn't really try to escape and I don't really know how good I am... So I'm going to find out!" She swished the cane and I flinched instinctively "You're scared of this..." I nodded, I could feel the fear filling me "So either you escape, or I'm going to use it!"

Shit! What kind of crazy game was this!? I struggled furiously against the ropes which held me, I thrashed back and forth but it was no no avail. Either I'd taught Sam incredibly well or she'd been more than proficient before she'd ever stepped foot in my office.

The young blonde watched, perfectly aware of the hysterics she'd incited.

"I don't think you're even trying!" She laughed.

Samantha leant back in her chair, turning on the vibrator she pressed it against her clit and shuddered with delight as she felt the power of the device on her pussy. I couldn't believe it, she was masturbating with my sex toy!

"I'm not wa..." she started, caught off guard for a moment as the vibrator changed tempo "waiting all day!"

I threw my weight furiously to my left and succeeded in rolling onto my side, turning my ass away from the chair but exposing my stomach and breasts.

A sharp prod punctuated my predicament. Samantha, apparently unconvinced that I was doing everything I could to escape her clutches had taken the pointy end of the cane and had jabbed in squarely into my left breast. I let out a cry of surprise which was frustratingly muffled by the rolled up knickers which were jammed into my mouth. The stick jabbed me a second time.

"Keep going," she warned "or next time I won't just poke you!"

I continued to twist and squirm on my office floor as my student masturbated over me, a couple of times I thought I'd found some give in the ropes but I was always frustrated by failure and soon I was forced to admit I was helpless.

"Good enough," she declared, her voice slightly broken by the power of the vibrator "back onto your front or I'll use this on your tits..."

The cane swept through the air with a whoosh as I threw all my strength against the ropes. My body turned and I teetered for a moment before landing on my stomach, my tightly bound breasts throbbed as they took their share of my bodyweight once again.

Sam let the vibrator slide away as her fingers found her clit. She began teasing herself as she took aim.

"Hmmmm..." I cried out as the cane stuck the unprotected soles of my feel.

"Uhmm mmm..." pleaded as she struck me a second time, clearly turned on immensely by the discomfort she had inflicted.

"It's normally the other way around isn't it?" She gasped, her voice trailing off as her fingers proved to be just as effective as the sex toy had been. "I thought it was the pupils who were supposed to receive the cane!?" She smiled wickedly "How did they do it?" She asked "Right across the hands?"

I knew what she wanted. She was sat on the floor now, her glistening pussy only inches from my head. Carefully she guided my fingers, easing them open so she could cane the palms of my hands.

"Come on now..." she coerced, "or I'll use this on your pussy instead!"

Reluctantly I opened my hands, I felt the faint trace of a tear escape run down my cheek as my skin turned raw.

"You're so beautiful like this..." my student cooed. Dropping the cane her hand slid over my ass, the stinging slaps turning the delicate skin deep red as she continued to masturbate beside me.

Finally she could take it no more, lying back on the floor she retrieved the fallen vibrator and switched it on. I could do nothing but watch, relieved by the distraction as the young woman climaxed. Her screams echoed around the small office and I feared, for a moment down the corridors outside as well.

"That... was... amazing..." she declared. I had to admit, I was struggling to disagree.

Rising to her feet the young woman collected her clothes.

"I'm not going to leave you there..." she declared. "I'm going to look after you..."

Slowly she released my arms from their bondage. Rubbing the sensation back into my limbs as I moved gingerly. At first I was scared of her touch. I winced as I sat, a reminder of the spanking she'd given me a few minutes earlier.

"You have other students to see," she reminded me. "But tonight," she suggested "I could reward you?"

I looked up at her, unable to speak.

"You were so amazing..." she explained, her face breaking into a smile "I just want to look after you! I'm a sadist, I'm fucked up..." she rambled "But, come home with me tonight... my girlfriend and I, give us a chance and I promise you won't regret it!" She promised.

I sat alone and naked at my desk. I was dazed and more than a little confused as I wondered if I'd allow myself to continue this journey.