Re: wishing (m/f+)
Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 3:46 pm
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Wednesday afternoon.
Everything slips back into relative normality. College on Tuesday passes like any other Tuesday, as does Wednesday morning. He doesn't see Lucinda, but that fact doesn't panic or upset him. It's not such a big campus, and she spends a fair amount of time running laps around it for training, so eventually their paths will cross. He knows, based off the flirt heavy message session on Saturday evening, that she wants to see him again, so he's content to wait for fate to place them together.
He files into Miss Castles classroom Wednesday afternoon, alongside everyone else, and takes his customary spot at the back on the left, a desk that always provides an excellant view of the front without it being too obvious. He can't help himself really, Miss Castle, even before he got a better look at her, is a stunning young lady, so he can't help but look and daydream. About five minutes later, with the rest of the class sat down, all except for Alison Roland notes, Miss Castle gets up from behind the desk and walks over to the door, she closes it and turns to face the class, speaking as she walks back to the front. "I hope you all made the best use of the extra few days, I hope you all revised. The test is ninety minutes long, but if you finish sooner then you may bring your papers up to the front, quietly, and then leave. Do you all understand?" There's a murmor of "Yes." from several, nods from most. She looks over the room, appearing to focus briefly on each of them in turn, Roland tries to shake the sudden feeling that she smiled briefly as she looked at him, then she nods back, at the room in general. "Okay then." Taking a stack of papers from her desk she hands piles to the front row. "Please pass these back, one per student. Thank you. Place them face down on your desks, no peeking Thomas I'm talking to you." A snicker from Thomas, and his friends sat near him. Finally everybody has a paper, being in the back row Roland receives his last, placing it face down as instructed. Miss Castle casts a final eye over the room, then looks at the clock sat high on the wall behind her desk, above the blackboard. "Okay, it's two, you have until half past three. Any problems put up your hands. You may now begin." And with a rustle of papers the test starts, as Miss Castle sits back down behind her desk.
Roland concentrates on the papers, not looking up, losing himself in the test like he always does, managing to largely shut out the people and world around him. It's the same test paper he saw on Friday, so he's prepared, and by the twenty minute mark he's almost halfway through, making sure to show his workings where needed. Shortly after he looks up, something nagging at his sixth sense, ruining his concentration, to find the 'something' in question is Miss Castle. She's dressed in faded tight blue jeans today, with several small designer rips on each leg, the jeans are tucked into black combat boots that she no doubt needs to ride her Harley. A tight white tee is cut short to show off her belly, with a plunging v neckline revealing possibly too much cleavage for a teacher tasked with educating a bunch of almost permanently horny teenagers. On the back of the tee is a black Pheonix, rising from red and orange flames, with the legend 'Never Die' beneath in gothic script. She bends forward, and leans folded arms on his desk, which positions her cleavage directly infront of him. Her head is now almost touching his, as she starts to whisper. "B, A, A, draw arrows pointed at the smallest two, C, E and H..." He looks up at her, shocked to realise she's reciting the answers. She looks him in the eye, and smiles. "What's the matter Roland, I thought having studied the test paper on Friday, you know, after you tied me up and felt up these," she nudges a breast with her folded arms, it bounces slightly, "I figured you'd of finished by now." He can't speak, is just staring at her as she looks back at him from a distance of inches, still smiling, still basically thrusting her huge breasts into his face. "Let's talk somewhere more private yes?"
"Okay." He manages to struggle the single word out. She stands up, turns around, and claps for attention. "Class, todays test is now a take home assignment. Consider it my apology for the rescheduling at short notice. So you can all go. Take the papers with you, bring them back Friday. And I want nothing except a sea of perfect scores understood?" There's a moment of silence, as what she's said sinks in, and then the room erupts in noise as everyone tries to leave at once, jamming up the door as they pile out. Roland is left alone with Miss Castle, who closes the door behind her last student, and then turns to face him.
"Did you ever find me online?" She's sat on the desk next to his, using the chair as a foot rest, leaning slightly forward resting her crossed arms on her knees. The question is an unexpected one, and it brings whatever apology he was about to make up short, the words dying on his tongue, to be replaced by "What?"
"I've heard the rumours Roland, us teachers aren't deaf, I know people think I did porn, I know at least some of the boys claim to of found me in some old video somewhere. So, are you one of them?"
"Honestly. I never looked."
"Why not?" She seems genuinely puzzled. "After all, you enjoyed feeling me up right?" He nods, hoping honesty will help, not wanting to lie anyway since she already somehow knows enough to bury him. She laughs. "I thought so, so why not search me out?"
"Because it's private, I guess. Because I like you." He smiles a small smile, which she actually returns. "I think you're stunning, and a great teacher. It just doesn't seem fair to see you like that without you saying it was okay." And then he blushes, realising the implications of what he just said. She smiles sharks teeth at him, spotting the mistake. "Maybe there's a gentleman in there somewhere, but you didn't ask permission in my classroom did you?"
"Would you of given it?" She laughs. "If you'd been that bold then I just might. There are videos and images of me out there you know, all under a stage name, on several different sites. I was younger, with different hair, but these," she gestures at her breasts, "I got my breasts super sized to get me more work, and then when it came time to quit I'd gotten used to them, so they stayed. It's exclusively bondage work that I did, some of it girl/girl. I got tied up a lot. And I've got to say Roland, yours was pretty lame in comparison."
"Well, it's not so easy." He says shrugging. "It isn't like I tied you up myself, well, not with my hands anyway."
"Right. You're not in trouble, I'll put you at ease now on that." He breathes out, and she smiles. "Yeah, you're welcome. In truth I'm not even mad, curious mostly. Like I said, I've been tied up by all sorts of people, in a variety of positions, with a variety of styles and equipment. But I've never been tied up as quickly as that. Will you tell me how you did it?"
"Sure, but first can you tell me how you knew it was me?" She smiles. "I saw you, peering in the window whilst Alison Smith was talking my ear off about how well she's doing in all her classes. I was actually glad to see you, hoping for a distraction from her endless chatter. That girl winds all her teachers up, let me tell you. So I saw you, and then next thing I know there's a quiet pop, and I feel air rush across me, and then I'm tightly tied and hooded."
"I thought you said it wasn't tight?" He smiles, actually trying to be a tease with his teacher. She smiles back. "Are you flirting with me?" He shrugs, and blushes, she laughs. "I said it was lame Roland. When you've been bound in a hogtie so tight it arches your back, with your head in a ball gag harness, clamps and toys inserted everywhere, and then left there for a couple of hours whilst they tie up another girl and then shoot photos and video of you both orgasming and struggling around together on a hard wooden floor, then some simple chair tie just doesn't seem so scary. So, anyway, how did you do it?"
"I wished." She gives him a quizzical look, which he waves away before continuing. "It's complicated, and kind of private. But for certain reasons it seems if I verbally wish a girl tied up, so long as she's in the correct position and I imagine it, she gets tied up."
"That simple?"
"Yes."
"So it only worked because I was actually sat in my chair, with my arms by my sides?"
"Yes." She looks thoughtful, then looks at the clock, then back to him. "Could you show me?"
"You want me to tie you up?" He really hadn't expected this, in the several minutes since discovering she knew he'd mostly been picturing expulsion, or worse. She shakes her head, and the disappointment must be shining through on his face, because she laughs. "Sorry Roland, not today, I'll let you know." And she winks, causing him to blush for about the tenth time. She looks at the clock again, and as if on cue there's a knock at the door. "Ah, right on time." She says. "Come in." Two girls file in, Roland vaguely recognizes them, both a year behind him in this class. "Okay girls, come up the front." Miss Castle gestures to the front of the room, then as the girls walk over there she gets up, and walks over to the door, locking it and pulling the blind down, hiding the room away from outside observation since it's on the second floor so can't be viewed from outside. She returns to Roland, kneeling down beside him to whisper in his ear. "Caught these two dealing on campus, plus their both failing my class. But I cut them a deal, said I'd stay quiet if they came here today and helped with an experiment." She smiles. "You get it?"
"You wanted me to tie them up, however it was I did it you wanted it proved on these two?"
"Got it. Handy that I caught them, otherwise I might've had to let you show me on me." He gives her a look, and she slaps him playfully on the arm. "Focus Roland. On the girls. Want do we need to do first?" He thinks, and decides to see how much he can get away with, feeling bombproof now. "They need to strip."
"You need them naked?" She gives him a look, somewhere between shocked and impressed at his cheek. He smiles, and shakes his head. "Down to undies is fine. It, um, it works better the more skin is on show."
"Works better huh? You idiot." But she says it with a smile. "Okay girls," raising her voice, "you both remember our little deal right?" Both girls nod. "Good. In a couple of hours you can both go home, and so long as I never catch either of you dealing again we'll say no more. Now, I need you both to strip to bras and pants please. Clothes in a pile on that desk." And she points to one at the front, near them. As they strip she stands back up. "Come on." And together they head to the front of the room.
The girls are Denise and Carmen. Denise has dark black skin, and is skinny with a small bust, her black hair is straight and hangs down past her shoulders. She's wearing a tiny white thong, just a string really, which she needed since she had on white leggings when she came in. No bra, after taking off her sky blue strappy top her small breasts are exposed, the nipples standing out erect. Carmen is very tanned, more curvy then her friend with an average bust, her long brown hair is curly, streaked through with red and white. She's left wearing a small black thong and a pink push up bra. "Okay girls, me and my assistant are going to put hoods on you now, you won't be able to see or hear, so just come willingly if we move you okay?" Both nod. "Good." At her desk she opens a draw, and pulls out two familiar looking latex hoods, handing one to Roland. "Kept them." She says, as they approach the two girls from behind, sliding the hoods over their heads Roland and his teacher lace and tie them up tightly. The hoods, as before, cover the heads completely, save for two small nostril holes. Whisky putting it on Roland is careful to fit the inflatable ball into Carmens mouth. With both girls hooded Miss Castle produces a pump from the same draw, and inflates each gag in turn, before closing the valve that sticks out of the front. "Right." She says, clicking her fingers in each girls face, an action that neither so much as flinches from. "What now you little perve?"
"Now we position them how we, how you I guess, want them tied."
"Right." She says, thinking. "Hold on then." Roland sits on a nearby desk whilst she works. She clears her desk, then lays Denise and Carmen face up on it, side by side, with each girls arms held above their heads, and legs pointed straight down, so each girl looks like a lower case l. "Okay then, like that. Let's see the magic." She looks at him and grins. So he grins back. "I wish Denise and Carmen were tied up tightly to the desk, with rope. Arms and legs tied together, tied up underneath." He hears the pop, sees Miss Castle jump briefly as it sounds, and then both girls are tightly bound to the desk.
She approaches, with him staying seated, watching as she inspects all the ropes, tugging and prodding. "It worked." She says, looking up. He shrugs, and nods. "It worked."
"I don't understand how though?"
"Nor do I really." He tells the small lie, watching as she flicks at Denises exposed nipple, causing the girl to jump. "So what now?"
"Oh." She looks up. "You can go thank you Roland. I'll keep them tied up for a couple of hours, kind of like detention, and then let them go."
"Okay." He decides it isn't his business to enquire whether anything might happen to either girl whilst she's helplessly bound to the desk. He retrieves his bag, and walks to the door. Miss Castle joins him, turning the lock, ready to close it behind him. He pauses, turning to her. "What about my test?" Gesturing to where it sits on his desk. "Oh, well," she smiles, "given everything that's happened I think we'll just call it an A."
"Works for me." He smiles back. "See you Friday then Miss?"
"Call me Rebecca. Yes Roland, see you in class on Friday." He hears the lock click as he wanders away, heading home.
Wednesday afternoon.
Everything slips back into relative normality. College on Tuesday passes like any other Tuesday, as does Wednesday morning. He doesn't see Lucinda, but that fact doesn't panic or upset him. It's not such a big campus, and she spends a fair amount of time running laps around it for training, so eventually their paths will cross. He knows, based off the flirt heavy message session on Saturday evening, that she wants to see him again, so he's content to wait for fate to place them together.
He files into Miss Castles classroom Wednesday afternoon, alongside everyone else, and takes his customary spot at the back on the left, a desk that always provides an excellant view of the front without it being too obvious. He can't help himself really, Miss Castle, even before he got a better look at her, is a stunning young lady, so he can't help but look and daydream. About five minutes later, with the rest of the class sat down, all except for Alison Roland notes, Miss Castle gets up from behind the desk and walks over to the door, she closes it and turns to face the class, speaking as she walks back to the front. "I hope you all made the best use of the extra few days, I hope you all revised. The test is ninety minutes long, but if you finish sooner then you may bring your papers up to the front, quietly, and then leave. Do you all understand?" There's a murmor of "Yes." from several, nods from most. She looks over the room, appearing to focus briefly on each of them in turn, Roland tries to shake the sudden feeling that she smiled briefly as she looked at him, then she nods back, at the room in general. "Okay then." Taking a stack of papers from her desk she hands piles to the front row. "Please pass these back, one per student. Thank you. Place them face down on your desks, no peeking Thomas I'm talking to you." A snicker from Thomas, and his friends sat near him. Finally everybody has a paper, being in the back row Roland receives his last, placing it face down as instructed. Miss Castle casts a final eye over the room, then looks at the clock sat high on the wall behind her desk, above the blackboard. "Okay, it's two, you have until half past three. Any problems put up your hands. You may now begin." And with a rustle of papers the test starts, as Miss Castle sits back down behind her desk.
Roland concentrates on the papers, not looking up, losing himself in the test like he always does, managing to largely shut out the people and world around him. It's the same test paper he saw on Friday, so he's prepared, and by the twenty minute mark he's almost halfway through, making sure to show his workings where needed. Shortly after he looks up, something nagging at his sixth sense, ruining his concentration, to find the 'something' in question is Miss Castle. She's dressed in faded tight blue jeans today, with several small designer rips on each leg, the jeans are tucked into black combat boots that she no doubt needs to ride her Harley. A tight white tee is cut short to show off her belly, with a plunging v neckline revealing possibly too much cleavage for a teacher tasked with educating a bunch of almost permanently horny teenagers. On the back of the tee is a black Pheonix, rising from red and orange flames, with the legend 'Never Die' beneath in gothic script. She bends forward, and leans folded arms on his desk, which positions her cleavage directly infront of him. Her head is now almost touching his, as she starts to whisper. "B, A, A, draw arrows pointed at the smallest two, C, E and H..." He looks up at her, shocked to realise she's reciting the answers. She looks him in the eye, and smiles. "What's the matter Roland, I thought having studied the test paper on Friday, you know, after you tied me up and felt up these," she nudges a breast with her folded arms, it bounces slightly, "I figured you'd of finished by now." He can't speak, is just staring at her as she looks back at him from a distance of inches, still smiling, still basically thrusting her huge breasts into his face. "Let's talk somewhere more private yes?"
"Okay." He manages to struggle the single word out. She stands up, turns around, and claps for attention. "Class, todays test is now a take home assignment. Consider it my apology for the rescheduling at short notice. So you can all go. Take the papers with you, bring them back Friday. And I want nothing except a sea of perfect scores understood?" There's a moment of silence, as what she's said sinks in, and then the room erupts in noise as everyone tries to leave at once, jamming up the door as they pile out. Roland is left alone with Miss Castle, who closes the door behind her last student, and then turns to face him.
"Did you ever find me online?" She's sat on the desk next to his, using the chair as a foot rest, leaning slightly forward resting her crossed arms on her knees. The question is an unexpected one, and it brings whatever apology he was about to make up short, the words dying on his tongue, to be replaced by "What?"
"I've heard the rumours Roland, us teachers aren't deaf, I know people think I did porn, I know at least some of the boys claim to of found me in some old video somewhere. So, are you one of them?"
"Honestly. I never looked."
"Why not?" She seems genuinely puzzled. "After all, you enjoyed feeling me up right?" He nods, hoping honesty will help, not wanting to lie anyway since she already somehow knows enough to bury him. She laughs. "I thought so, so why not search me out?"
"Because it's private, I guess. Because I like you." He smiles a small smile, which she actually returns. "I think you're stunning, and a great teacher. It just doesn't seem fair to see you like that without you saying it was okay." And then he blushes, realising the implications of what he just said. She smiles sharks teeth at him, spotting the mistake. "Maybe there's a gentleman in there somewhere, but you didn't ask permission in my classroom did you?"
"Would you of given it?" She laughs. "If you'd been that bold then I just might. There are videos and images of me out there you know, all under a stage name, on several different sites. I was younger, with different hair, but these," she gestures at her breasts, "I got my breasts super sized to get me more work, and then when it came time to quit I'd gotten used to them, so they stayed. It's exclusively bondage work that I did, some of it girl/girl. I got tied up a lot. And I've got to say Roland, yours was pretty lame in comparison."
"Well, it's not so easy." He says shrugging. "It isn't like I tied you up myself, well, not with my hands anyway."
"Right. You're not in trouble, I'll put you at ease now on that." He breathes out, and she smiles. "Yeah, you're welcome. In truth I'm not even mad, curious mostly. Like I said, I've been tied up by all sorts of people, in a variety of positions, with a variety of styles and equipment. But I've never been tied up as quickly as that. Will you tell me how you did it?"
"Sure, but first can you tell me how you knew it was me?" She smiles. "I saw you, peering in the window whilst Alison Smith was talking my ear off about how well she's doing in all her classes. I was actually glad to see you, hoping for a distraction from her endless chatter. That girl winds all her teachers up, let me tell you. So I saw you, and then next thing I know there's a quiet pop, and I feel air rush across me, and then I'm tightly tied and hooded."
"I thought you said it wasn't tight?" He smiles, actually trying to be a tease with his teacher. She smiles back. "Are you flirting with me?" He shrugs, and blushes, she laughs. "I said it was lame Roland. When you've been bound in a hogtie so tight it arches your back, with your head in a ball gag harness, clamps and toys inserted everywhere, and then left there for a couple of hours whilst they tie up another girl and then shoot photos and video of you both orgasming and struggling around together on a hard wooden floor, then some simple chair tie just doesn't seem so scary. So, anyway, how did you do it?"
"I wished." She gives him a quizzical look, which he waves away before continuing. "It's complicated, and kind of private. But for certain reasons it seems if I verbally wish a girl tied up, so long as she's in the correct position and I imagine it, she gets tied up."
"That simple?"
"Yes."
"So it only worked because I was actually sat in my chair, with my arms by my sides?"
"Yes." She looks thoughtful, then looks at the clock, then back to him. "Could you show me?"
"You want me to tie you up?" He really hadn't expected this, in the several minutes since discovering she knew he'd mostly been picturing expulsion, or worse. She shakes her head, and the disappointment must be shining through on his face, because she laughs. "Sorry Roland, not today, I'll let you know." And she winks, causing him to blush for about the tenth time. She looks at the clock again, and as if on cue there's a knock at the door. "Ah, right on time." She says. "Come in." Two girls file in, Roland vaguely recognizes them, both a year behind him in this class. "Okay girls, come up the front." Miss Castle gestures to the front of the room, then as the girls walk over there she gets up, and walks over to the door, locking it and pulling the blind down, hiding the room away from outside observation since it's on the second floor so can't be viewed from outside. She returns to Roland, kneeling down beside him to whisper in his ear. "Caught these two dealing on campus, plus their both failing my class. But I cut them a deal, said I'd stay quiet if they came here today and helped with an experiment." She smiles. "You get it?"
"You wanted me to tie them up, however it was I did it you wanted it proved on these two?"
"Got it. Handy that I caught them, otherwise I might've had to let you show me on me." He gives her a look, and she slaps him playfully on the arm. "Focus Roland. On the girls. Want do we need to do first?" He thinks, and decides to see how much he can get away with, feeling bombproof now. "They need to strip."
"You need them naked?" She gives him a look, somewhere between shocked and impressed at his cheek. He smiles, and shakes his head. "Down to undies is fine. It, um, it works better the more skin is on show."
"Works better huh? You idiot." But she says it with a smile. "Okay girls," raising her voice, "you both remember our little deal right?" Both girls nod. "Good. In a couple of hours you can both go home, and so long as I never catch either of you dealing again we'll say no more. Now, I need you both to strip to bras and pants please. Clothes in a pile on that desk." And she points to one at the front, near them. As they strip she stands back up. "Come on." And together they head to the front of the room.
The girls are Denise and Carmen. Denise has dark black skin, and is skinny with a small bust, her black hair is straight and hangs down past her shoulders. She's wearing a tiny white thong, just a string really, which she needed since she had on white leggings when she came in. No bra, after taking off her sky blue strappy top her small breasts are exposed, the nipples standing out erect. Carmen is very tanned, more curvy then her friend with an average bust, her long brown hair is curly, streaked through with red and white. She's left wearing a small black thong and a pink push up bra. "Okay girls, me and my assistant are going to put hoods on you now, you won't be able to see or hear, so just come willingly if we move you okay?" Both nod. "Good." At her desk she opens a draw, and pulls out two familiar looking latex hoods, handing one to Roland. "Kept them." She says, as they approach the two girls from behind, sliding the hoods over their heads Roland and his teacher lace and tie them up tightly. The hoods, as before, cover the heads completely, save for two small nostril holes. Whisky putting it on Roland is careful to fit the inflatable ball into Carmens mouth. With both girls hooded Miss Castle produces a pump from the same draw, and inflates each gag in turn, before closing the valve that sticks out of the front. "Right." She says, clicking her fingers in each girls face, an action that neither so much as flinches from. "What now you little perve?"
"Now we position them how we, how you I guess, want them tied."
"Right." She says, thinking. "Hold on then." Roland sits on a nearby desk whilst she works. She clears her desk, then lays Denise and Carmen face up on it, side by side, with each girls arms held above their heads, and legs pointed straight down, so each girl looks like a lower case l. "Okay then, like that. Let's see the magic." She looks at him and grins. So he grins back. "I wish Denise and Carmen were tied up tightly to the desk, with rope. Arms and legs tied together, tied up underneath." He hears the pop, sees Miss Castle jump briefly as it sounds, and then both girls are tightly bound to the desk.
She approaches, with him staying seated, watching as she inspects all the ropes, tugging and prodding. "It worked." She says, looking up. He shrugs, and nods. "It worked."
"I don't understand how though?"
"Nor do I really." He tells the small lie, watching as she flicks at Denises exposed nipple, causing the girl to jump. "So what now?"
"Oh." She looks up. "You can go thank you Roland. I'll keep them tied up for a couple of hours, kind of like detention, and then let them go."
"Okay." He decides it isn't his business to enquire whether anything might happen to either girl whilst she's helplessly bound to the desk. He retrieves his bag, and walks to the door. Miss Castle joins him, turning the lock, ready to close it behind him. He pauses, turning to her. "What about my test?" Gesturing to where it sits on his desk. "Oh, well," she smiles, "given everything that's happened I think we'll just call it an A."
"Works for me." He smiles back. "See you Friday then Miss?"
"Call me Rebecca. Yes Roland, see you in class on Friday." He hears the lock click as he wanders away, heading home.