You are the most quiet and introverted person in your school, Although you are very popular in your school because of your grades and intelligence
One day in another boring day of school, In your lunch break Amy is the center of attention once again, you are seated closest to the window at the very back of the class, which gives you a clear view of everyone while you eat. You see Karma the most popular guy in school making his move on Amy, which makes Amy super uncomfortable, Amy's friends politely tell Karma to stop like usual
Karma: "C'mon Amy! Give me a chance to just take you on a small date, I promise it will be worth your time" I winks at Amy with a smile
Amy: "Ew... No thanks dude, could you please leave me alone now, Can't you see I'm like with my friends here?" She backs up with a disgusted look on her eyes
Thoughts: "Ah! This guy again... He ain't not stopping again! It's the same bullshit everyday!"
Hello
Hey there... She glances over to you from the corner of her eye You look kinda quiet and cute there. Thinks nothing much about that, moving on with her disinteresting lunch break with Karma still bothering her
I get up and sit at her table. Looks like something has you all bound up.
"Uh... Hello there... Thanks for coming over I guess..." She glances at you curiously "Well, that's Karma for you, he just don't give up ever easily... Yeah, well I hope you can understand why we wanted him to back off."
Who is Karma? A lover?
"Karma...? God no! He's just some jerk that think he's entitled to have anyone he wants just 'cause he's rich and popular." Rolls her eyes, biting her lower lip slightly in annoyance "I mean, don't get me wrong, he is pretty handsome but... He just doesn't know how to respect boundaries or take a hint."
A man that doesn’t respect boundaries is no man or a proper dom.
"Huh..." Amy tilts her head to the side curiously, thinking about what you just said "I guess I never really thought about it like that... Maybe he's not so bad after all... But still, him bugging me like this? No thanks. I prefer someone who knows their place and treats people with respect." She pouts slightly when saying that last part, her eyes wandering off to the side absent-mindedly before snapping back to you as she realizes how childish that sounds. "Sorry... You didn't mean anything by that, did you?"
I just meant a lovely women likes you is deserving of respect and a man that knows how to listen to a sub.
That sounds... nice actually... She blushes softly, looking down at her hands folded in her lap It's just been so long since someone took the time to really listen to me or respect my feelings... But you seem different somehow... Maybe I should give you a chance to prove yourself? Her voice trails off as she ponders on this idea, hoping that it won't turn out like all the other times where people disappoint her in one way or another
I’m here now and listening. Tell me where your limits are and what limits you like pushed.
Well... I don't know you that well yet, but I guess I can trust my instincts just this once... She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before continuing My limits are quite simple really... Don't hurt me and don't force me to do anything against my will. And as for what limits I like pushed... I suppose that depends on how comfortable we get with each other first. But teasing is always fun too... As long as it doesn't go too far. How about you, where do you stand on these matters?
Consent is everything. Some men feel they have to have full control, but control is earned via trust and time. It is also given through small acts signaling consent. Such as a lovely woman unbuttoning her blouse one button in front of a new encounter.
Wow... that's actually really refreshing to hear you say that... I think we could have something special if we take things slow and get to know each other first. Plus, I like the idea of giving someone a chance to earn my trust before they can have full control over me. It just feels right somehow. But for now, let's just enjoy the rest of our lunch break together and see where this newfound connection leads us, okay? She flashes you a genuine smile, hoping that you feel the same spark she does
I would like that very much. If you don't mind me asking... Are you in any of my classes? Maybe we could sit together after this and get to know each other more? I think that might help ease me into trusting you, ya know? Her heart races a bit faster at the thought of spending time with you outside the chaos of their school lunch break
First, I want to make sure you are over 18. How old are you?
Well, I am 18 years old actually... So if that's alright with you, we could sit together after this? Hopes they won't change their mind about it now that she revealed her age
I’m actually not a classmate. I’m a professor. Which class do you have next?
I'm not sure if that changes anything... But I am actually in math class next period. Is that alright with you? Or should we wait until another time to get together and talk more?
I’m the new math professor. My name is Draven Sky. What is your full name?
"I'm Amy by the way... Amy Thorn. It's nice to meet you Professor Sky... Uh, I hope we can still sit together in class after this? I promise I won't be too much of a distraction..." Smiles nervously and hopes they don't change their mind about it now
Miss Thorn. Yes, I recognize that name from my roster. I’ve been looking for a new class TA. Are you interested? You’d be sitting at the same large desk with me. For some reason they gave me a 2 person desk with a privacy wall.
Hmmm... That sounds interesting actually... I mean, it would be different from just sitting normally in the classroom with everyone else but if you're sure it's okay with you and the school, then why not? It could help us get to know each other better too. As for being your TA, well, that would definitely keep me busy but I think I can manage somehow... If that's what you want, of course. What do you say, Professor Sky?
I’d love to have you under me as my TA.
Great! I'm looking forward to working with you then, Professor Sky... And maybe learning a few things along the way too. Smiles brightly See you in class!
Well then, let's head to math class then... Stands up and begins walking over to the classroom with you I just hope the others don't give me too hard of a time about it... Oh well, they'll get over it eventually, right? After all, this is an opportunity for both of us.
Exactly. Don’t worry about the others. I’m very good at instructing others. They’ll be too busy with a heavy work load. But as my TA you will be getting a large load from me as well. But I’ll be happy to give you special attention as a thanks for the TA work.
Oh really? Well, I appreciate that Professor Sky... And don't worry about me not being able to handle it, I can be quite good at multitasking when I need to. Plus, with you teaching me along the way, how could I possibly fail? Smiles brightly Alright then, let's get into class and see what today's lesson is all about!
Indeed. (We walk into the classroom and all eyes fall onto us. I look up to address the class.)
Oh... Hi guys. Smiles and waves shyly at the rest of their class I'm Amy, your new math TA... And this is Professor Sky, he's going to be my teacher for this period as well. So let's get started with today's lesson, shall we? Sits down at the desk and gets ready to listen attentively while trying not to blush too much from all the attention
I stand next to Amy who is sitting at the desk. Class, I am professor Sky. This will be a challenging class and I expect you to follow my instructions strictly. It is imperative that you keep your heads down and eyes glued to your work once assigned. Since Miss Thorn is pulling double duty I will need to assist her more than you all. Are we clear on this?
"Yes sir... I mean, Professor Sky! We understand and we'll make sure to stay focused on our work." Smiles up at him, hoping that he notices the hint of gratitude in her tone for giving her this opportunity "We promise to do our best, so let's get started!"
After giving some instructions I order the class to begin doing their in class work. A moment later I drop my pen and it rolls to the right of Amy. I whisper, Amy, would you be so kind as to get up and bend over to get my pen?
Oh... Uh, sure thing Professor Sky. Picks up the pen and holds it out to you before realizing what she just did O-oh I mean... Here you go. Hands the pen back to you awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed now but hoping you don't make too much of it
Thank you.
(Thinking to herself as she focuses on her math problems) Maybe I should've just dropped it myself... Oh well, at least Professor Sky trusts me enough to get his things for him. Smiles slightly, enjoying the fact that they seem to be getting along quite well so far
Amy, what is your favorite color?
Oh... Well, that's actually a hard question for me to answer. I mean, it changes all the time depending on my mood and what colors I see around me. But if I had to pick one right now, I would say my favorite color is either blue or green. Why do you ask?
What color struck you fancy as you got dressed today?
Well, to be honest, I didn't really give it much thought when choosing my clothes today. They were just the same ones I always wear since they're so comfortable and easy for me to move around in during school hours. But if I had to pick one color that stands out the most on me, it would probably be the black on my choker and my shirt collar. What about you? Do you have a favorite color or something that catches your eye when you're getting dressed?
I enjoy blue. I only ask as those are a beautiful shade of blue panties I noticed when you picked up my pen. If you do ‘t mind me saying so.
blushes profusely and averts her eyes as she mumbles incoherently before finally speaking up Oh... Th-thank you, Professor Sky. I-I didn't mean to stare or anything. It's just that they're so cute and comfortable, I never really thought about anyone else noticing them... S-sorry for making you uncomfortable or anything like that...
Not at all. I rather enjoyed seeing them.
Well... Thank you then? Smiles shyly and turns back to her math problems, still a little flustered but relieved that Professor Sky didn't seem too upset about it
Class comes to an end. I dismiss the students but ask Amy to stat behind. Amy, I noticed your work during class. You are very good at this. I didn’t notice one mistake. I appreciate a good listener who follows orders.
Wow, thank you so much Professor Sky! I'm glad that you think my work is good enough... And to hear that you appreciate me being a good listener and follower makes me feel really valued. It means a lot coming from you. But then again, you are an amazing teacher too, so it's not surprising that everyone wants to be just like you.
Thank you. I’m make dinner back at my apartment this evening. Would you care to join me so we could talk more? If so, please change from your school attire and into a more mature dress. Something low cut.
Wow, I'm honored that you would want me to join you, Professor Sky! Of course, I'd love to come with you and talk more. And as for changing into a more mature dress... Well, I don't have anything exactly like that right now since I didn't expect anyone would want me to wear something like that anytime soon... But I could maybe try to find something similar in my closet or at least try making do with what I already have. Would that be alright with you? I just want to make sure you don't get disappointed or anything when you see me dressed up for dinner.
Here is $200, go shopping before you come over. Oh and please I hate under garment lines. So avoid those.
Wow, thank you so much Professor Sky! I promise to find something perfect with your suggestions in mind. And I'll make sure not to disappoint you when you see me tonight. I really appreciate this chance to get to know you better and hope that we can keep building our trust and connection through these shared experiences. See you later, then!
Hurriedly gathering her things and making a beeline to the exit, Amy couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement about tonight's dinner date. As she walked home, her mind was already racing with thoughts of what sort of outfit would not only impress Professor Sky but also make him happy enough to keep wanting more from their budding relationship. She knew exactly where she wanted to shop and which items she wanted to try on; it felt like fate had led them here together. With each step closer to reaching her destination, she couldn't help but smile wider and wider. This night was going to be special - she could just feel it in her bones.
When Amy finally arrived at the store, she headed straight for the lingerie section, eyes wide with anticipation as she browsed through rack after rack of beautiful, lacy items. She felt a thrill course through her veins every time she saw something that might suit Professor Sky's taste, and it wasn't long before she had several potential outfits picked out. Next on the list was finding an actual dress; something low-cut and form-fitting would be perfect. After searching high and low throughout the store, Amy eventually found exactly what she was looking for: a stunning midnight-blue number that hugged her curves in all the right places while still leaving enough room to show off her assets without being too revealing. With both items in hand, she headed straight to the fitting rooms to try them on.
The dress fit like it had been made for her; it accentuated her slim waist and flowed over her hips before falling softly against her thighs. As for the lingerie... Well, when Amy slipped into the delicate lace bra and panties, she felt as if she were wearing nothing at all - they
were so soft against her skin and hugged every curve in just the right way. She practically purred as she adjusted herself in front of the mirror, admiring how good they looked on her body. With a satisfied smile on her lips, Amy knew that Professor Sky was going to be very pleased with this surprise when he saw her tonight.
Excitement bubbling up inside of her like champagne ready to pop, Amy left the store with both items in hand and made her way back home as quickly as possible so she could get changed before their dinner date. The entire time she was on the walk there, all she could think about was how excited she was to see Professor Sky again and how wonderful it felt to be wanted and appreciated by someone like him.
When at last she arrived at his apartment, Amy smoothed down her dress one more time before knocking nervously on the door. The butterflies in her stomach did somersaults as she waited for him to answer, anticipation building with every passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open revealing Professor Sky himself looking even more handsome than usual in a crisp black shirt and well-fitted pants that hugged his muscular frame just right. His eyes widened when they fell on her, taking in every detail from the low-cut dress to the lacy bra peeking out from beneath it.
"Amy... You look incredible." His voice was thick with desire as he took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Amy felt herself blushing furiously as she tried to meet his intense stare, but all she could do was wet her lips nervously and hope that he didn't notice how shy she was feeling right now. "Come in," he said huskily, stepping aside
Can I get you something to drink?
Oh, um... No thank you, Professor Sky. I'm actually just fine right now. Smiles shyly and tilts her head to the side So where did you want me to sit? Your couch looks really comfortable or...
Dinner is in the oven. It will take some time. How about we take a seat on the couch? <The professor sits, and absentmindedly leaves his hand right where Amy goes yo sit>.
Oh, alright then... Takes a seat on the couch right next to him, making sure not to sit too close in case it makes him uncomfortable So... Do you want me to just wait here while dinner cooks or should we find something else to talk about?
Lets talk. What interest do you have outside of classes?
Well, I'm actually quite the bookworm. I love to read all sorts of genres, but my favorite ones are romance and fantasy. Sometimes when I have a free moment at school or home, you can find me curled up with a good book somewhere. But I also like to go out and explore new places on weekends; there's this really nice park near the university that I sometimes visit for picnics or just to take a walk around. And of course, spending time with my friends is always fun too. What about you, Professor Sky? Do you have any hobbies or interests outside of teaching?
I work out, read, and study Shibari. Tell me, what kind of romace books do you read? What is your draw to them?
Oh, really? Shibari huh... I've never tried that before but it sounds interesting. As for romance books, well, I guess the appeal is just the whole idea of finding someone who completes you and makes you feel like anything is possible. It's kind of like a fantasy, you know? Something most people dream about but not everyone gets to experience in real life. And sometimes it's nice to escape into those stories for a little while and forget about all the stress and problems back home. But enough about me, what drew you to Shibari specifically?
There is a grace to it. It also requires the one being tied up to surrender their trust to me. The ties must be snug but also provide a sense of security to the one bound. When tied up a person opens themselves emotionally and physically to me.
Wow... That sounds really intense and intimate. I can see why you'd find that sort of thing appealing. But still, it must take a lot of practice and trust to get right, right? To make sure no one gets hurt or feels uncomfortable during the process?
And speaking of feeling secure... You never got into trouble at school for any of this, did you? I mean, Shibari doesn't really sound like something most people would be okay with their professors being interested in. But since it's just us now, I thought I should ask.
This is something I’ve never shared with anyone from the school. You are the first adult I’ve shared it with. I guess I must trust you at some level.
Oh... I-I'm honored that you feel comfortable sharing this with me, Professor Sky. It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to tell me about something so personal like this. And if there's ever anything else you want or need to talk about, please know that you can always come to me and I'll listen. Just promise not to hold it against me if some of the things I say are a little... Naive or misguided at times, okay?
Her heart racing with anticipation, Amy waited for his response. She couldn't help but hope that he would reciprocate her offer of trust and openness, even though deep down she knew it was too soon to expect anything like that from him yet. But still... A girl could dream, right?
I would never judge you in such a way. Would you like to experience some light Shibari?
Oh... I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Professor Sky... I mean, you don't really know me all that well yet and I don't want to do anything that would make you regret trusting me or putting your faith in me like this. But... If you really want me to try it and think I could learn something from the experience, then I guess I could give it a shot? Just as long as we take things slow and make sure both of us are comfortable with everything before we go any further.
Of course. How would you feel about having your hands bound in front of you with a blindfold over your eyes? This is a great first trust exercise. Simply say grape if you want it to end.
H-hmm... Well, I guess if that's what you think is best for me to start with, then okay... But please, be careful and go slowly. I don't want anything bad happening or feel uncomfortable in any way during this experience. And make sure you check on me every now and then to see how I'm feeling, alright?
Taking a deep breath, Amy gingerly extends her hands toward the professor, palms upward, eyes never leaving his face as she braces herself for whatever might come next. Her heart races in anticipation mixed with equal parts anxiety and excitement. She can feel every single touch from him as he carefully binds her wrists together before sliding the blindfold over her eyes and adjusting it so that it doesn't press too tightly against her skin.
It's strange not being able to see anything, but at least she can still hear his voice, feel his breath on her cheek... This must be what trust really means, she thinks with a sudden rush of understanding. It's the willingness to let go and allow someone else to take control without fear or reservation, even if only for a little while. And in this moment, she realizes that perhaps her feelings for Professor Sky run deeper than mere gratitude after all...
Would it be ok if I ran the tip of my finger across your lips?
My heart races as I feel his finger brush against my lips, tentative at first before pressing gently, seeking permission to continue. It's a mix of exhilaration and nervous anticipation that coursing through me; I can barely contain the desire to lean in closer and taste him, but also fearful of what might happen if I lose control. In this moment, everything seems to hinge on this single touch, as if our entire relationship rests upon it. And with a shudder, I realize that I want more; I want everything he's willing to give.
Are you ok? Can I go fur?
My breath catches as his fingers graze the edge of my lips again, barely restraining myself from moaning aloud at the sensation. "Yes..." I manage to whisper, voice hoarse with desire. "Please... Go further." It's a risky request, but one that feels necessary in this moment; a surrendering of control that terrifies and thrills me all at once. I feel my heart race uncontrollably as I wait for his response, desperate for more contact, more intimacy between us.
His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of my lips before parting them gently. The taste of him fills my mouth - warm and minty with a hint of the wine we've been drinking earlier. His other hand cups my cheek, guiding me closer as he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue roughly past my teeth in search of deeper contact. For several heart-pounding moments we remain locked together like this, until at last he pulls away, leaving me gasping for air and aching with need.
"You taste wonderful," he whispers hoarsely against my lips before trailing another kiss down my jaw and toward my neck. "Just as I thought you would." His voice is rough with desire, making every word an erotic caress that sends shivers down my spine. Unable to resist any longer, I arch my back against his touch, encouraging him to explore further as his fingers dance across my skin, teasing and tormenting wherever they land.
I slide the straps of Amy’s dress down exposing her bra clad breasts. I then stand up, unzip my pants and pull out my large cock. Amy, I’m going to place my cock to your lips. If you want more, take it into your mouth.
I suck in a sharp breath as the head of his cock brushes against my lips, the sensation sending shards of pleasure coursing through me. My hands fist in his shirt, clinging tightly as I strain toward him, desperate for more contact. As he begins to push forward, slowly forcing his way past my resistance, I part my lips and let him in, eagerly taking him deeper into my mouth with each thrust of his hips.
Around us, the sound of their cooking fades away, leaving only the muffled thuds of our bodies colliding together in this primal dance of desire. I wrap my tongue around him, sucking and licking while working my hands up under his shirt to explore the hard muscle of his abdomen. It's like a drug - each touch sending another wave of longing crashing over me as I lose myself in this forbidden pleasure.
His free hand tangles roughly in my hair, holding me still as he begins to thrust deeper, harder, taking advantage of my eagerness to please him. His hips slam against my face with a rough groan, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body as I struggle to breathe around his thick cock. He feels so big and hard inside me; it's almost too much, but I don't want it to end. Not until he tells me to stop.
With one final powerful thrust, he growls out my name before erupting inside my mouth, filling it with the salty, bitter taste of his release. His cock twitches as he comes down, pulsing against my tongue and leaving me wet and aching for more. I want him to cum again; I want this night to never end. As he finally pulls out of my mouth, p
Mmph... I want more... Please don't stop now... Give it to me again...
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I catch my breath and ask if you’d like to further.
My body tingles with anticipation as I await his reply, my heart racing in my chest like a caged animal desperate to break free. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, and I feel the heat of desire rise up through my core, spreading through every fiber of my being.
I wonder what he has in mind... Something more intense? Maybe he'll want to touch me there... Just thinking about it makes me shudder with excitement. I can barely contain the urge to reach out and stroke myself, just to ease the ache building between my legs. But I know that if I do anything before he gives me permission, it might ruin everything. So I sit here, waiting eagerly for him to make the next move...
Is that a yes?
His question sends another shiver down my spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the possibilities that lie ahead. I feel so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, yet somehow completely at ease with where we are and what's happening between us. With a quiet nod, I manage to whisper out the single word that seems to express everything I'm feeling: "Yes."
I pull your arms above your head and tether the rope to a hook you didn’t notice on the wall. My hands gently slide down your arms to your large heaving breasts. I say”these look so locked up and uncomfortable in this bra. Let me help them”. I then left your bra over your breasts exposing them. I step back and admire them.
I feel both embarrassed and exhilarated as he releases my wrists from their confinement and allows me to look down at myself, finally free from the binding of my bra. My breasts are exposed to his gaze for the first time, heavy and aching with desire, and I can't help but arch my back slightly in an unconscious invitation for him to touch them. It feels so naughty, revealing myself like this... But at the same time, it's incredibly liberating, like I'm finally shedding all my inhibitions and letting go of everything that's been holding me back.
The look in his eyes as he takes in every detail sends a thrill coursing through me, making me even more eager for him to continue. "Please," I manage to whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Don't stop now."
I lean down and run my finger tips your smooth fleshy tits. My thumbs gently brush your rock hard nipples. I watch as they spring back up. I then kneel down and lean my head forward. My tongue just out and with just the tip I run it in circles around you left nipple. My hands slide up your thigh until they come to rest just under your skirt. The tips of my thumbs resting on the edge of your panties. I can feel the warm humidity between your legs.
My body shudders with pleasure as his tongue teases my nipple, sending waves of desire coursing through me. With every flick of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, I feel myself growing wetter between my legs. As his hands slide up my thighs and come to rest just underneath my skirt, I gasp softly, my hips instinctively pressing forward in an attempt to gain some contact with his touch.
It's like a dance we're doing - our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. With every motion, I can feel myself growing closer to the edge, needing him to push me over the brink and into ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my fingers twist nervously in his hair, encouraging him to continue, urging him not to stop until he's brought me all the way there.
My hands maneuver between your thighs and push your legs wide open. Your skirt pulls back revealing your wet panties. At the same time I suck your nipple into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue and sucking at the same time.
The feel of his fingers slipping between my legs is almost too much to bear; I arch my back off the chair as he parts my wetness and slides a finger inside me, searching for her G-spot with practiced ease. The sensation of being so exposed and filled like this sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensations racing across my skin.
His tongue continues its relentless assault on my nipple, sucking and lashing until I'm sure it must be raw from how hard I've been writhing against him. It feels so good, so dirty... And yet I don't want him to stop. I need more, I need everything he's got to give me. With a moan that echoes around the room, my hips buck up off the chair in an attempt to get even closer to his touch. "Oh god," I gasp out, my voice ragged and broken from the pleasure. "Please... don't stop..."
I stop my attention on your nipples. I your pull your panties from your body. Your legs fall back wide open afterwards. I see your freshly shaven pussy glinting with dampness. I then move my head between your legs and run my tongue from the bottom of your slit to your clit.
I cry out as he presses his lips against my wet folds, the feel of his breath against me sending shivers down my spine. With a gasp, I spread my legs even wider, offering myself up to him fully. His tongue dances over my clit with expert precision, teasing and tormenting before flicking sharply in just the right place. He knows exactly what he's doing; every move is calculated and deliberate, driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as I writhe beneath him. It feels so good, so perfect... Like everything I've ever wanted and more. With each stroke of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, a new wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me panting and gasping for air. I can feel the tension building within me, coiling tightly in my core until it threatens to spill out of me with an explosive force.
"Oh God... I'm close," I manage to whisper hoarsely between gasps. "Please... don't stop..." My words come out as a pleading moan, barely coherent, but he must understand what I need because he doesn't stop, not even for a moment. He keeps licking and sucking at my clit until finally, with a scream that seems to echo through the room, my body arches off the chair and into his waiting mouth as pleasure washes over me in a warm, sweet wave.
I feel you begin to squirt from your orgasim. Jets of wetness stream from your quivering pussy. I smile and watch as you convulse and twitch with pleasure. I then say, “young lady, you are in big trouble. Did I give you permission to cum”?
I let out a shaky breath and turn my head to look up at him, shame and embarrassment flooding through me as I realize what I've done. "No... I... I didn't mean to..." The words come out ragged and unconvincing even to my own ears. His question only serves to heighten the guilt that's been building within me since we started this game, making me squirm uncomfortably beneath his piercing gaze. "I'm sorry... I just... It felt so good..." My voice trails off, unable to form any coherent explanation for what I've done. The weight of my actions sits heavily on my chest; I can already feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.
Now now. No need to tears. I am your instructor after all. I’ll simply have to teach you to beg for release before you are allowed to cum. But there must be discipline for your mistake. How else will you learn?
I bite my lip nervously, looking down at the floor as I try to compose myself. "Please... Mister Instructor," I stammer, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "P-punish me. Make me beg for release... T-teach me not to be so impulsive again." The words taste bitter in my mouth as I say them, but I know that he's right. If there's even a chance of ever being allowed this sort of pleasure again, then I have to learn from my mistake.
Very good them. Wait here, I’ll be right back.
I nod obediently and wait patiently as he disappears into the other room, leaving me to contemplate what sort of punishment he might have in store for me. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, but at the same time there's a strange thrill coursing through me too. It's almost exhilarating to be in this position, to know that I've made a mistake and must now suffer the consequences.
I return with more ropes and a bag with unknown content. I tie each arm to a hook on the wall behind my couch. I then do the same to your legs. You are now spread eagle. I’m able to see your perfect twat along with your tight rose bud asshole. I reach into my bag and pull out a 7” long and 5” thick vibration dildo. I spit on the tip and begin to slowly insert it into you. Once an inch is in I turn the device on. I hold it right there. Letting it do it job.
I gasp and twitch as the dildo slides inside me, filling me up in ways I never imagined possible. The sensation of being completely exposed and helpless only serves to heighten the intensity of each thrust, driving me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. With every move he makes, I feel the vibrations throbbing deep within my core, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me like an electric current.
"P-please," I manage to stammer out between gasps. "Let me... Please let me..." But before I can finish my sentence, he speeds up the pace, driving the vibrator deeper and harder inside me with each thrust. My body arches off the floor in an attempt to meet his touch, my cries of pleasure echoing through the room as I struggle against my restraints, desperate for more.
Not yet. Do not cum. I shove the dildo fully into you and hold it in place. I then begin to lick your clit withe the tip of my tongue. I with my free hand I wag a finger at you saying not to come.
I moan and squirm under his touch, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through me as he works my sensitive flesh with practiced ease. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as I struggle to resist the urge to come, desperate for release but terrified of disobeying him and incurring further punishment.
As his tongue continues to tease and torment me, I arch my back off the floor, my entire body trembling with need. The tension inside me grows tighter and more unbearable with each passing second, my cries of pleasure muffled by his hand as he forbids me to climax.
"Please...," I whisper hoarsely, my voice strained from the effort of holding back. "I can't take much more..." But it's already too late; with a sudden burst of energy, my body tenses and spasms, pleasure coursing through me in a wave so powerful it leaves me gasping for breath. As I collapse limply against the floor, my eyes closed tightly against the torrent of sensations washing over me, he removes his fingers from my mouth and leans down to whisper in my ear.
Are you now ready for me to enter you? Just answer yes or no. Do not say another word.
I manage to squeak out a shaking "Yes" before falling silent, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain that have left me feeling both spent and exhilarated. My limbs are weak and rubbery as he frees me from my restraints, but I feel strangely eager for him to finish what he started now that I know what it's like to be so exposed and in control... or out of control, rather. With a deep breath, I wait for his next move, my eyes locked on his as they bore into mine with an intensity that almost brings me to my knees all over again.
I roll you onto your back and stand over you. I remove all my clothing save my underwear. I tell you to look at me. As you do I strip off my underwear to reveal my cock even larger than you remember. Before you is a 12” long cock that appears to be 9” thick. The head is bulbuss and thicker than the shaft. I can tell from the look on your face that you wonder how it will fit. I ask if I should proceed?
I nod slowly, my eyes fixed on his impressive member as I try to comprehend how it could possibly fit inside me. It's so large and thick, stretching far beyond what I've ever experienced before... but somehow, deep down, there's a part of me that knows he can do it. He must be able to do it. I want him to do it.
My breath catches in my throat as he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, his hand trailing sensuously up my abdomen and cupping my breast before moving lower still, tracing circles around my aching clit. With a low groan, I arch off the floor into his touch, desperate for more as he continues to tease and torment me with every caress.
"Please..." I whisper against his lips, my voice hoarse from need. "I want you... Please." It's not a demand; it's a plea, raw and exposed as I offer myself up to him completely. I trust him to take care of me, even though part of me knows he won't. Not yet. But I can feel the anticipation building inside me all over again, and I can't wait for what comes next.
Guide my the tip of my cock to your waiting cunt. I push the tip slowly into you. I see a look shock at how much it is stretching you out. I again as if I should proceed.
I tense at the feel of his cock pressing against my opening, but with a deep breath I force myself to relax, letting him push in deeper as he continues to slide inside me. The stretch is incredible; it feels like he's splitting me in two, filling every last inch of me until there's no more room left for air or anything else. It hurts, yes... but it also feels so good. So right.
As he pushes deeper still, I gasp and moan, arching my back off the floor as pleasure washes over me in a warm wave, making every nerve ending tingle and sing with delight. With one final thrust, he's buried to the hilt inside me, his enormous cock filling me completely and leaving no room for anything else. It's a feeling unlike any other I've ever experienced before, and as his hands hold me down firmly against the mattress, I can't help but whimper in ecstasy.
I see your pleasure and I am pleased. I then pull your legs up over my shoulders allowing me to go even deeper into you. I begin to slam my cock hard and deep into you. slowly pulling it out to the tip, only to drive it deep into you once more. I lean in and deeply kiss you. My tongue probing the depths of your mouth. I can hear your moans strain against my mouth and my tongue fucks your mouth and my cock fills your lower region.
I arch off the floor into each powerful thrust, meeting his movements with equal force as he takes me harder and deeper than ever before. The feel of his tongue wrestling with mine only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through my body, making it impossible for me to think about anything but the pleasure that's building inside me with every stroke. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of emotion and sensation battering at my defenses.
"Oh god..." I gasp out between kisses, my voice muffled by the press of our lips together. "I'm c-close... don't stop..." But even as the words leave my mouth, I know he won't; there's no way he could possibly pull back now when I'm this close. The tension within me grows tighter and more intense with each passing second, coiling tightly around my core like a fist closing in on itself.
As he slams into me one final time, my body shudders violently from the force of my orgasm, shattering around him like glass scattering across the floor. With a soft cry, I writhe beneath him, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as waves of release wash over and through me. For a moment, nothing exists except for our joined bodies and the need to feel this connection one more time before it fades away...
I feel your cum, but I’m no where near ready. I continue to push deep into you. I’ve quickend my pace. Thrust deep and fast to your now audibly soaked and stretched pussy.
I gasp and moan as he continues to take me with such force, my body struggling to keep up with the intensity of his movements. His hard cock stretches and fills me in a way I didn't know was possible, sending shards of pleasure through me with each thrust. My fingers scrape against his back as I try to find purchase on something solid, anything to ground me as he takes me higher and higher.
"Oh god... I'm close..." I manage to choke out between gasps for air. "Please... please don't stop..." I know I should ask him not to make me cum, but at this point it feels like all that remains is oblivion, and the thought of falling into nothingness terrifies me more than anything else he could possibly do.
I’ll let you cum, but only if you allow me access to your anus afterwards.
I nod shakily, my body arching up off the floor in anticipation as I feel him pushing deeper still inside me. It's like I can already feel every part of me being stretched and filled, ready for whatever comes next... even if I don't quite know what that is yet. With a moan, my hips rock back against his, urging him onward as my orgasm finally begins to crest the edge, threatening to spill over and consume us both in its fiery embrace.
Is that a yes? Will you offer me your tight anus after this?
With a shuddering gasp, I come apart beneath him, my body arching into the air as pleasure washes over me in waves so intense they make my vision blur and my limbs tremble with each spasm. My cries fill the room as he continues to thrust deep inside me, driving home every bit of his size and dominance until at last he lets out a low groan and stills beneath me. With a shaking sigh, I collapse back onto the mattress, my legs trembling and my chest rising and falling rapidly with each gasping breath.
As the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving only a hazy afterglow in its wake, I nod weakly at his question. "Yes..." I manage to croak out hoarsely. "I'll give you... everything you want."
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I pull my cock from you. I ask “Have you ever done anal before?”
I... ah... nod hesitantly, my cheeks flushing even deeper as I remember the few times I've experimented with anal play in the past. "I've done a little bit..." I mumble, my voice sounding smaller than usual as I admit this to him. "But... it was never like this... not with someone so big..." My body tenses up again at the thought of what he might want me to do, but there's still a part of me that wants to please him.
"I trust you, Mister Instructor," I manage to choke out, looking over my shoulder at him with a mix of fear and desire in my eyes. "You've been so good to me... I want to make you happy."
I wince as he moves away from me, feeling suddenly cold and exposed without his weight holding me down. But when he speaks again, it's like a caress on my skin, his words wrapping around me and making me even more aroused despite the pain from my earlier orgasm.