The driving instructor m/fffffff part two added
Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:00 am
Part one - Sunday. The week begins.
Having risen early. As was the norm. I was glad to see the sun rise above the horizon. Glad to see very few clouds could be seen. And most of all glad to feel it's early heat warm the air. I had a couple of hours before my first pupil of the day. Had time to relax a little. Prepare a light but pleasurable breakfast. A breakfast of toast and fresh orange juice. Had time to check my programme for the day. Even though I knew it well enough. First up would be Craig. A rather annoying. Snotty. Well to do teenager. You know the kind. Daddy has money. The world owes me a living. And I deserve to have a driving licence. That kind of kid. I'd have to suffer two long hours with him. Have to smile and get on with it. But like everything in life. For every bad thing. Along comes a good. And in this case the good came in the form of 18 year old redhead Debbie. Where he was mouthy. She was quiet. Where he was smug. She was timid. Where he was bold. She was shy. Where he was annoying. She was cute. Where he was street smart. She was naive. Where he thought he deserved everything. She though she had to work for everything. And that was the point she'd do anything to learn to drive. Would try anything to get better. Where he was a horrid looking prat. She was a sexy young thing.
As I said she was a redhead. The traditional ravishing redhead. Her hair was long. Was straight. Fall almost to her butt. Her nice tight butt. A but that looked great squeezed into a pair of jeans. A butt that looked great in a pair of short shorts. A butt that looked great whatever she wore. Her eyes were green. Were exotic. Were erotic. Were always full of joy. Her skin was pale. Her body trim. Her breasts pert and firm. They might have been only 32 b-cups but the fitted her figure perfectly. Her stomach was flat. Her legs toned. Her smile captivating. She was the total opposite to what I would face first. But it was Debbie I wanted to see. Wanted to get inside my car. Wanted to be naughty with. And naughty I would be. For I had convinced her being bound and gagged would help her learn. Being punished and caressed would help her focus. Would help her remember. Would make her understand. Understand what I meant when I talked about being safe. Being careful. Being cautious. Two hours with her would pass too quickly. Would be over too soon. But then it wouldn't be two hours. Or rather wouldn't be only two hours. More would follow.
Knowing this made leaving the house much easier. Made the drive to Craig's house more torable. Made two hours in his company less distasteful. Yet the dragged by. Bored me to tears. Well almost anyway. Having to listen to him drone about this thing. That thing. This girl. That girl. Girls he seemed to have so little respect for. Girls he seemed to think were falling at his feet. Were swept along by his fathers money. The car he'd get once passed his test. God was he full of shit. He went on about wanting to take his test. Wanting to be finished with his lessons. And you know what I wanted that as well. Wanted him out of my car. Wanted rid of him. It would happen so much sooner if he just shut the hell up and listened. Tried to get on with it. Put more effort into it. Instead of thinking he had every right to be just handed the right to drive. Be handed his licence. But still eventuallly we were back outside his parents house. He was out the car and heading inside. The timing was perfect. Bang on 11am. Bang on time. It left me 30 minutes. 30 minutes to make the short drive to Debbie's. To pull into a layby. To have a cigarette. Yes I know it's a horrible habit. But there you go I'm human after all. 30 minutes to check inside my briefcase. Check I had everything I needed. Her notes. The usual black electricans tape. The usual cotton handkerchief. And for later the theory test question book.
It was bang 11.30 when I pulled up. Pulled up at the curb. Pulled up at her little rented home. Yes that's right her home. For she might have been only 18 but she'd got a place of her own. A place away from her mother. A mother I found out was rather nasty. Rather horrid. But there you go her lose was my gain so to speak. Debbie was there waiting. Waiting in the doorway. Waiting looking great. The warm weather bringing out the best in her. For there she was in just a pair of tiny cut off denim shorts and a one piece swimsuit. Oh the way her outfit showed off her young body. The way the cut off shorts showed off her pale toned legs. The way the shinny navy blue swimsuit showed off her flat stomach. Showed of her pert firm breasts. I could aready feel a bulge building in my pants. And that was before she even got in. Before she flashed a smile at me. Before she wished me a good morning. Before the lesson went well. As expected. Or rather. The first hour and fifty minutes of driving went as well as expected. For the last ten minutes was different. Say us in a secluded laybe. Saw Debbie move over to the passenger seat. Saw me opening the briefcase. Saw me reaching for the tape. Reaching for the handkerchief. For just like clockwork it was binding time. Was gagging time. Was blindfolding time. And Debbie knew it.
At the end of every lesson we would pull over in the same layby. At the end of every lesson shed slip into the passenger seat. At the end of every lesson she'd believe being tied, gagged and blindfolded helped her focus. Focus on what we'd just done. Focus on what we'd talked about. The binding started as always. She turned her back to me. Crossed her hands behind her back. She was ready for the thin black electricians tape. As always I wrapped it around and around. Pulled it tight. Made sure escape would be impossible. She expected nothing else. She knew I wouldn't be gentle. Just like I wouldn't be gentle when I wrapped some more around her lovely young body. Wrapped it right below her pert firm breasts. Let my hands conveniently stroke against them. As usual she moaned slightly. As usual she didn't complain. As usual she just wriggled a little. It might have been an unspoken thought. Might not have been shared between us. But. I think we both knew she loved how being helpless felt. Loved how I was dominant. Loved to obey me. Yet it was her moans. Her faint gasps that reminded me it was gag time. Remained me that the cotton handkerchief needed to be balled up. Needed to be pushed in her lovely willing mouth. Remained me it was time to wrap the tape around her head. Start off using it as a cleave gag. Finish off by having her close her mouth best she could. Finish off by sealing her mouth completely. Sealing the handkerchief inside. Covering her mouth from just below the nose to just above the chin.
Now of course Debbie knew well enough what followed the gag. What followed having her wrists bound. Bound behind her back. What followed having her arms pinned by her side. Slowly she closed her exotic green eyes. Made herself comfortable. Well as comfortable as she could anyway. She knew just like her mouth. Her eyes would be covered by the same black elecricians tape. Covered fully. Her world would be plunged into darkness. I wondered if she knew about the pictures I took. About the photos on my phone. How I saved them to my laptop. Kept them as momento's. Momento's of each time. Of each outfit she wore. Of all the different coloured tape I used. Of the slight variations in the bindings used. But still I digress. For I haven't told you about the way I had her sift round in the seat. Had her cross her lovely slim ankles. How I removed her shoes. How I wound the tape tighter and tighter till they were pinned together. Pinned just like her milk bottle white calves became. Just like her milk bottle white thighs became. Oh did Debbie look helpless. Look hot. Look sexy. And for the first time. Thanks to the thin sensual lycra of the super tight navy blue swimsuit. Did she look aroused.
For the first time I saw her hard nipples. Nipples standing out through the thin swimsuit. It couldn't be the cold. Couldn't be anything other than arousal. The day was hot. Was sunny. Was. From where I sat wonderful. Faintly she moaned. Slightly she wriggled. Gently she nodded as I explained. Explained what we had done. What she needed to remember. When I sneakily asked her if she was enjoying being bound. Being gagged. Being blindfolded. Bright red she went when she realised she'd admitted her feelings. Almost as red as her hair. But it was too late. Too late to take it back. To late to change her answer. Gently I ran my hand up her bound legs. Let my fingers tease her bare skin. Oh what a muffled squeal she made. What a little wiggle she gave. I asked if I should stop. If I should let her go. Frantically she shook her head. Choosing instead to stay tied for longer. Longer than normal.
Slowly I unbuttoned her little denim shorts. Still to no objections. Carefully I pealed them open. Gently I slipped my hand down the front. Wickedly I wriggled my fingers. Tickling and teasing her young bud. She liked it. She loved it. But time was passing us by. We'd arranged to spend some time at her place. Spend some time working on her theory test. I reminded her of that. Reminded her there was work to be done. Told her we'd have to go. Told her she wouldn't be released. That Id be leaving her bound. Leaving her gagged. And leaving her blindfolded. But I would at least untie her legs. Make it possible for her to walk. Walk into the house. Walk into her home. Walk into where the fun would begin.
Well I wasn't planning on running more than one story at a time. But I simply couldn't resist when this one came to mind. But have no fear I will be continuing the other little tale. Will be work on these two. And no more for now. I hope you'll enjoy and pass on your comments.
Bandit666
Having risen early. As was the norm. I was glad to see the sun rise above the horizon. Glad to see very few clouds could be seen. And most of all glad to feel it's early heat warm the air. I had a couple of hours before my first pupil of the day. Had time to relax a little. Prepare a light but pleasurable breakfast. A breakfast of toast and fresh orange juice. Had time to check my programme for the day. Even though I knew it well enough. First up would be Craig. A rather annoying. Snotty. Well to do teenager. You know the kind. Daddy has money. The world owes me a living. And I deserve to have a driving licence. That kind of kid. I'd have to suffer two long hours with him. Have to smile and get on with it. But like everything in life. For every bad thing. Along comes a good. And in this case the good came in the form of 18 year old redhead Debbie. Where he was mouthy. She was quiet. Where he was smug. She was timid. Where he was bold. She was shy. Where he was annoying. She was cute. Where he was street smart. She was naive. Where he thought he deserved everything. She though she had to work for everything. And that was the point she'd do anything to learn to drive. Would try anything to get better. Where he was a horrid looking prat. She was a sexy young thing.
As I said she was a redhead. The traditional ravishing redhead. Her hair was long. Was straight. Fall almost to her butt. Her nice tight butt. A but that looked great squeezed into a pair of jeans. A butt that looked great in a pair of short shorts. A butt that looked great whatever she wore. Her eyes were green. Were exotic. Were erotic. Were always full of joy. Her skin was pale. Her body trim. Her breasts pert and firm. They might have been only 32 b-cups but the fitted her figure perfectly. Her stomach was flat. Her legs toned. Her smile captivating. She was the total opposite to what I would face first. But it was Debbie I wanted to see. Wanted to get inside my car. Wanted to be naughty with. And naughty I would be. For I had convinced her being bound and gagged would help her learn. Being punished and caressed would help her focus. Would help her remember. Would make her understand. Understand what I meant when I talked about being safe. Being careful. Being cautious. Two hours with her would pass too quickly. Would be over too soon. But then it wouldn't be two hours. Or rather wouldn't be only two hours. More would follow.
Knowing this made leaving the house much easier. Made the drive to Craig's house more torable. Made two hours in his company less distasteful. Yet the dragged by. Bored me to tears. Well almost anyway. Having to listen to him drone about this thing. That thing. This girl. That girl. Girls he seemed to have so little respect for. Girls he seemed to think were falling at his feet. Were swept along by his fathers money. The car he'd get once passed his test. God was he full of shit. He went on about wanting to take his test. Wanting to be finished with his lessons. And you know what I wanted that as well. Wanted him out of my car. Wanted rid of him. It would happen so much sooner if he just shut the hell up and listened. Tried to get on with it. Put more effort into it. Instead of thinking he had every right to be just handed the right to drive. Be handed his licence. But still eventuallly we were back outside his parents house. He was out the car and heading inside. The timing was perfect. Bang on 11am. Bang on time. It left me 30 minutes. 30 minutes to make the short drive to Debbie's. To pull into a layby. To have a cigarette. Yes I know it's a horrible habit. But there you go I'm human after all. 30 minutes to check inside my briefcase. Check I had everything I needed. Her notes. The usual black electricans tape. The usual cotton handkerchief. And for later the theory test question book.
It was bang 11.30 when I pulled up. Pulled up at the curb. Pulled up at her little rented home. Yes that's right her home. For she might have been only 18 but she'd got a place of her own. A place away from her mother. A mother I found out was rather nasty. Rather horrid. But there you go her lose was my gain so to speak. Debbie was there waiting. Waiting in the doorway. Waiting looking great. The warm weather bringing out the best in her. For there she was in just a pair of tiny cut off denim shorts and a one piece swimsuit. Oh the way her outfit showed off her young body. The way the cut off shorts showed off her pale toned legs. The way the shinny navy blue swimsuit showed off her flat stomach. Showed of her pert firm breasts. I could aready feel a bulge building in my pants. And that was before she even got in. Before she flashed a smile at me. Before she wished me a good morning. Before the lesson went well. As expected. Or rather. The first hour and fifty minutes of driving went as well as expected. For the last ten minutes was different. Say us in a secluded laybe. Saw Debbie move over to the passenger seat. Saw me opening the briefcase. Saw me reaching for the tape. Reaching for the handkerchief. For just like clockwork it was binding time. Was gagging time. Was blindfolding time. And Debbie knew it.
At the end of every lesson we would pull over in the same layby. At the end of every lesson shed slip into the passenger seat. At the end of every lesson she'd believe being tied, gagged and blindfolded helped her focus. Focus on what we'd just done. Focus on what we'd talked about. The binding started as always. She turned her back to me. Crossed her hands behind her back. She was ready for the thin black electricians tape. As always I wrapped it around and around. Pulled it tight. Made sure escape would be impossible. She expected nothing else. She knew I wouldn't be gentle. Just like I wouldn't be gentle when I wrapped some more around her lovely young body. Wrapped it right below her pert firm breasts. Let my hands conveniently stroke against them. As usual she moaned slightly. As usual she didn't complain. As usual she just wriggled a little. It might have been an unspoken thought. Might not have been shared between us. But. I think we both knew she loved how being helpless felt. Loved how I was dominant. Loved to obey me. Yet it was her moans. Her faint gasps that reminded me it was gag time. Remained me that the cotton handkerchief needed to be balled up. Needed to be pushed in her lovely willing mouth. Remained me it was time to wrap the tape around her head. Start off using it as a cleave gag. Finish off by having her close her mouth best she could. Finish off by sealing her mouth completely. Sealing the handkerchief inside. Covering her mouth from just below the nose to just above the chin.
Now of course Debbie knew well enough what followed the gag. What followed having her wrists bound. Bound behind her back. What followed having her arms pinned by her side. Slowly she closed her exotic green eyes. Made herself comfortable. Well as comfortable as she could anyway. She knew just like her mouth. Her eyes would be covered by the same black elecricians tape. Covered fully. Her world would be plunged into darkness. I wondered if she knew about the pictures I took. About the photos on my phone. How I saved them to my laptop. Kept them as momento's. Momento's of each time. Of each outfit she wore. Of all the different coloured tape I used. Of the slight variations in the bindings used. But still I digress. For I haven't told you about the way I had her sift round in the seat. Had her cross her lovely slim ankles. How I removed her shoes. How I wound the tape tighter and tighter till they were pinned together. Pinned just like her milk bottle white calves became. Just like her milk bottle white thighs became. Oh did Debbie look helpless. Look hot. Look sexy. And for the first time. Thanks to the thin sensual lycra of the super tight navy blue swimsuit. Did she look aroused.
For the first time I saw her hard nipples. Nipples standing out through the thin swimsuit. It couldn't be the cold. Couldn't be anything other than arousal. The day was hot. Was sunny. Was. From where I sat wonderful. Faintly she moaned. Slightly she wriggled. Gently she nodded as I explained. Explained what we had done. What she needed to remember. When I sneakily asked her if she was enjoying being bound. Being gagged. Being blindfolded. Bright red she went when she realised she'd admitted her feelings. Almost as red as her hair. But it was too late. Too late to take it back. To late to change her answer. Gently I ran my hand up her bound legs. Let my fingers tease her bare skin. Oh what a muffled squeal she made. What a little wiggle she gave. I asked if I should stop. If I should let her go. Frantically she shook her head. Choosing instead to stay tied for longer. Longer than normal.
Slowly I unbuttoned her little denim shorts. Still to no objections. Carefully I pealed them open. Gently I slipped my hand down the front. Wickedly I wriggled my fingers. Tickling and teasing her young bud. She liked it. She loved it. But time was passing us by. We'd arranged to spend some time at her place. Spend some time working on her theory test. I reminded her of that. Reminded her there was work to be done. Told her we'd have to go. Told her she wouldn't be released. That Id be leaving her bound. Leaving her gagged. And leaving her blindfolded. But I would at least untie her legs. Make it possible for her to walk. Walk into the house. Walk into her home. Walk into where the fun would begin.
Well I wasn't planning on running more than one story at a time. But I simply couldn't resist when this one came to mind. But have no fear I will be continuing the other little tale. Will be work on these two. And no more for now. I hope you'll enjoy and pass on your comments.
Bandit666