I should start reading the story sooner.
It's a great story and i can't wait to see what's happen next
Ms. Hogan’s Tape Detention (m/F) Part 15 Added 5/1
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I wonder what will happen next.
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Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
brilliant chapter. there are so few m/f stories left on this site and getting fewer all the time. Well done.
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Awesome continuation. Really looking forward to what is next.
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Beppejolly
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Good story!TapeTurtle wrote: ↑6 months ago Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
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Hope there will be a continuation!TapeTurtle wrote: ↑6 months ago Part Fourteen:
Marshall pulled into the back driveway of the house on the address, his hands and forehead glistening with sweat. Pulling up all the way to the door, he marveled at how nice of a place this was, and just how secluded. A pool lay a few feet from the back door. A tall, 7 foot tall hedge wrapped around the entire back yard, making it impossible to see in or out. The house itself was modest — a single level ranch home that was cute, but by no means extravagant.
Marshall muttered something nervously to himself as he approached the back door and knocked.
“Come on in!” A familiar voice rang down toward him through the door. Marshall stepped cautiously into the house, seeing no one in the foyer or hallway, and calling out: “It’s Marshall — you hear, Ms. Hogan?”
“Nope! Just a ghost I’m afraid.” Ms. Hogan’s sarcastic answer made Marshall smile lightly. “Go sit in the living room. I’m making coffee — be there in a second.”
Marshall stepped quickly ahead, finding the living room and having a seat on a wide, brown couch. A few moments later Ms. Hogan strolled in, holding a pair of coffee cups in both hands. She had her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing her wide, thin rimmed black glasses. She was dressed casually, black running shorts and one of the many literary t shirts Marshall had purchased her. Ms. Hogan placed one of the coffees in front of Marshall, sat down beside him on the sofa, took a sip from her mug, and smiled.
“Glad you found this place alright. It’s a little out of the way. But that’s what I like about it.”
Marshall looked at his teacher a little more closely. He noticed that while her outfit was simple, she was wearing make up. Her cheeks had a bit of rouge to them. Her lips had a light application of red lipstick. Marshall stomach squirmed — she looked incredible. “It’s nice — I’d like it too.” He stammered awkwardly. “So why did you invite me here, Ms. Hogan?”
“Right to the point, huh? I guess it’s a fair question.” The English teacher took another long sip of her coffee and smiled again. “Congratulations on graduating Marshall. You’re going to do some incredible things with your future, I can tell.”
“Thank you,” Marshall studied his teacher, waiting for her to arrive at the point. She blushed slightly.
“The shirts…that’s why you’re here. The shirts and the fact you chose to be so kind for so many months. I know I was angry at you at first. But I’m not anymore. And I didn’t want the two of our stories to end in quiet without wrapping things up the way they should be. So I guess I invited you here to say thank you, and one final goodbye.”
Ms. Hogan looked Marshall over. “I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you.”
“You didn’t tell me to bring anything. Should I have?”
Ms. Hogan laughed. “Yeah Marshall, I think it’s pretty clear what you should have brought.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“What a gentleman. Don’t worry. I’m prepared. Be right back.” Ms. Hogan placed her coffee on the table in front of her and disappeared into a room adjacent to the living room. In a few moments she returned, holding two duffel bags. “These are for you.”
Marshall took the bags from his teacher, placed them on the table, and looked inside. In one was a range things: of rolls of tape in different colors, ropes of all kinds, gags and blindfolds and cuffs too. Marshall blushed at his grinning teacher.
“Look in the other one,” Ms. Hogan said.
Marshall peered inside the other bag. Inside was an assortment of different garments. Marshall could make out a few bikinis, a dress or two, a skirt, and even some sillier items: rabbit ears and linen white gloves.
Fully red in the face, Marshall looked back up toward his teacher, who had moved onto the couch next to him again. “Here’s your graduation present. We have the entire day. You have to try and get through as much of those two bags as you can. Oh. And one more thing.”
Ms. Hogan reached into one of the duffel bags. “You’re gonna need these.” She reached out to Marshall, handing him a Polaroid camera and a GoPro video camera.
I can't wait to see the continuation of this story. IT's a wonderfull and great story and i hiope to see more story from you
I see, i have to teach you how to be Villains!
Let's get Dangerous!
Wasp being replace
Heroine High's trouble
Bombs Away Miss Lawson
Find Exclusie drawing in:
https://www.patreon.com/Gustorak
Let's get Dangerous!
Wasp being replace
Heroine High's trouble
Bombs Away Miss Lawson
Find Exclusie drawing in:
https://www.patreon.com/Gustorak
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I agree!
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TapeTurtle
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Hey all — looking to continue and maybe wrap up this story. Would love some ideas to turn over. What kinds of things would you all like to see during Marshall’s last (?) day with Ms. Hogan?
Hi TapeTurtle, hope you're well. I would like Marshall to tie up Mrs. Hogan in a bunny girl outfit, then in a date scenario in which she wears a nice evening gown and makeup where she ends up tied to a chair, then Marshall ties her up to finish in a casual outfit with a pleated skirt and a little matching shirt as if he were a burglar and she a bored housewife. Thanks for your great story and I hope the sequel is as good as the beginning and arrives soon. Have a nice day.
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Maybe they create a kinky themed Only Fans account starring Miss HoganTapeTurtle wrote: ↑4 months ago Hey all — looking to continue and maybe wrap up this story. Would love some ideas to turn over. What kinds of things would you all like to see during Marshall’s last (?) day with Ms. Hogan?
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Would anyone want to take over this story?
I could imagine completing the Story
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I am honoured and it will be a pleasure to complete this fine Story! Mrs. Hogan and Marshall will have lots of funTapeTurtle wrote: ↑1 week agoIt’s yours! Thanks for volunteering!
Here follows Chapter 15 of this magnificent tale. Ms Hogans demands that Marshall uses all the Contents of the two Duffelbags on her .... so there will be some more Chapters I tried to match the Tone of the previous Chapters - I hope it works If you have a suggestion for an Predicament for Ms Hogan just write me a PM
Marshall could tell that his former Teacher was highly amused by his Consternation.
The Dark-Haired teacher grinned “Why don´t we start with something simple?” and pointed at the large sturdy Chair in the Living Room.
She sauntered over and swung her hips as she walked, and her former Student couldn’t resist but stare at the firm butt of his former Teacher.
Gracefully she turned and sat down, crossing her long, tanned muscular legs.
“Ready when you are!” Ms. Hogan grinned.
“Ah right!” Marshall nodded and went to the first Duffelbag. He grabbed several lengths of precut white Rope.
“How do you want me?” his former Teacher smiled at him coyly “Arms over the high back and behind the Chair Ms. Hogan, and legs parallel to each other!”
The dark-haired Woman complied, and the former Student noticed the amused twinkle in her grey Eyes. He went behind her and took one length of Rope and began tying her slender Wrists. Finally, he tied the last knot.
“You have not lost your touch, Marshall!” she complimented him, as she tested her bonds. The young Man had regained his self-confidence. Swiftly he tied Ms. Hogan´s Elbows. She was flexible he knew, but he did not tie them all the way together.
“Well done!” she chuckled “My pleasure!” Marshall smiled. He took to other longer ropes. The first he tied above her ample bosom, the other below, and knotted both behind the Chair. A third rope band around her Waist and she was stuck.
The dark-haired Woman smiled – a bit coyly Marshall found “I guess I am not going anymore!”
Now it was the former Student´s turn to smile “You are not supposed to go anywhere!”
“I can still move my legs!” Ms. Hogan teased Marshall “That can be amended!” He took four more rope lengths and knelt down at her feet, he pulled the pink sneakers and black ankle Socks off her feet.
“Nice nail polish!” he complimented her. The Teacher had painted her well-pedicured Nails purple red. Now in the flow, he quickly tied Ms. Hogan´s slim ankles side by side. Marshall followed through with three more rope bands: One midcalf, one below the knees, and one above.
Ms. Hogan tested her bonds “Very well done! She grinned “And now?” The dark-haired Teacher bashed her eyelashes.
“What do you think?” Marshall teased her “You are a smart Woman!” Out of the Duffelbag, he took a very large red ball gag “Any last words? Ms. Hogan?”
“I have only two Words for you!” the Teacher teased him “Make it tight!” Marshall smiled “These are actually three Words and now I have two Words for you!”
“Which are?”
“Open wide!” Obediently Ms Hogan opened her Mouth. It took some effort to work the large red shiny sphere behind her lips. Her former Student buckled the strap tight behind her Head. Now her face was contorted to an involuntary Grin.
“You can struggle now!” Marshall advised her. And struggling Ms Hogan did, strained against her bonds, stretched her legs, wiggled her Toes, and flexed her Feet, moaning into her Gag. Stacey was really getting into this “I never thought I would enjoy this so much!”
Marshall took the Polaroid Camera “Say Cheese!” The Teacher smiled around the large Ball in her Mouth at her Ex-Student. He shot three Polaroids. Then he took the Video Camera and mounted it on the Tripod. Marshall helped himself to a Glass of Mineral Water, sat on the Couch, and enjoyed the Sight.
Stacy Hogan was quite the Damsel in Distress he thought and seemed thoroughly enjoying it. He watched her exertions for some Time. By now his former Teacher sweated profusely and drooled on the Shirt. Marshall looked around and spotted a wooden locker in one Corner. He looked at the locker and back at Ms Hogan´s wiggling feet … a devious smile crossed his lips.
“I have just the Idea!” he smiled at his former Teacher “Hmmmpfh?” Stacy Hogan mumbled around the Orb filling her Mouth “Just sit tight!” Marshall grinned, went to the Duffelbag rummaged through it, and took something out. The Dark Woman could not see what …
The Ex-Student walked behind her …. Suddenly Stacy´s World became black: Marshall had covered her Eyes with the black heavily padded Sleepmask. Ms. Hogan was very excited … “What is he up to?” She listened. She heard him going away “He moves something!” She listened some more “Marshall sets something on the floor!”
Stacey was slightly startled as her Ex-Student grabbed her Ankles and lifted them up. What could she not see? Marshall had placed the locker before her. Now her legs rested on the locker. Her bare Soles barely protruded above its end.
Ms Hogan was excited “What is he up to?”
Marshall grabbed her bound Ankles and tied them to the Locker. She wiggled her feet and tried to move her Legs - in Vain. Then she had to giggle into her Gag as Marshall touched the sensitive Space between the big Toes and their -Neighbours …. “He ties my big Toes together!”
But that was not all “He ties them back to my Ankles!!! What is he up to?” Moving her feet was now out of the Question ….
Marshall took a large Feather and kneeled before his Ex-Teachers bound feet …. The Feather touched the left heel … the Reaction was instantaneous.
Ms. Hogan giggled. Slowly he moved the Feather upwards, under her High Arches. Despite the large ball gag, she became pretty vocal.
“Oh my God!” Stacey thought “He is killing me softly!” The Tip of the Feather touched her fleshy Balls right under her left big toe …
“Are you ticklish Ms Hogan?” Marshall asked politely …
“Damned I am!” she screamed into her Gag as the devilish Feather hit the Spot between her left big toe and the next ….
“I will die!” was one of Stacy´s last clear thoughts for quite a while ….
I tried to match the Tone of the previous Chapters - I hope it works If you have a suggestion for an Predicament for Ms Hogan just write me a PM Part 15:
Marshall could tell that his former Teacher was highly amused by his Consternation.
The Dark-Haired teacher grinned “Why don´t we start with something simple?” and pointed at the large sturdy Chair in the Living Room.
She sauntered over and swung her hips as she walked, and her former Student couldn’t resist but stare at the firm butt of his former Teacher.
Gracefully she turned and sat down, crossing her long, tanned muscular legs.
“Ready when you are!” Ms. Hogan grinned.
“Ah right!” Marshall nodded and went to the first Duffelbag. He grabbed several lengths of precut white Rope.
“How do you want me?” his former Teacher smiled at him coyly “Arms over the high back and behind the Chair Ms. Hogan, and legs parallel to each other!”
The dark-haired Woman complied, and the former Student noticed the amused twinkle in her grey Eyes. He went behind her and took one length of Rope and began tying her slender Wrists. Finally, he tied the last knot.
“You have not lost your touch, Marshall!” she complimented him, as she tested her bonds. The young Man had regained his self-confidence. Swiftly he tied Ms. Hogan´s Elbows. She was flexible he knew, but he did not tie them all the way together.
“Well done!” she chuckled “My pleasure!” Marshall smiled. He took to other longer ropes. The first he tied above her ample bosom, the other below, and knotted both behind the Chair. A third rope band around her Waist and she was stuck.
The dark-haired Woman smiled – a bit coyly Marshall found “I guess I am not going anymore!”
Now it was the former Student´s turn to smile “You are not supposed to go anywhere!”
“I can still move my legs!” Ms. Hogan teased Marshall “That can be amended!” He took four more rope lengths and knelt down at her feet, he pulled the pink sneakers and black ankle Socks off her feet.
“Nice nail polish!” he complimented her. The Teacher had painted her well-pedicured Nails purple red. Now in the flow, he quickly tied Ms. Hogan´s slim ankles side by side. Marshall followed through with three more rope bands: One midcalf, one below the knees, and one above.
Ms. Hogan tested her bonds “Very well done! She grinned “And now?” The dark-haired Teacher bashed her eyelashes.
“What do you think?” Marshall teased her “You are a smart Woman!” Out of the Duffelbag, he took a very large red ball gag “Any last words? Ms. Hogan?”
“I have only two Words for you!” the Teacher teased him “Make it tight!” Marshall smiled “These are actually three Words and now I have two Words for you!”
“Which are?”
“Open wide!” Obediently Ms Hogan opened her Mouth. It took some effort to work the large red shiny sphere behind her lips. Her former Student buckled the strap tight behind her Head. Now her face was contorted to an involuntary Grin.
“You can struggle now!” Marshall advised her. And struggling Ms Hogan did, strained against her bonds, stretched her legs, wiggled her Toes, and flexed her Feet, moaning into her Gag. Stacey was really getting into this “I never thought I would enjoy this so much!”
Marshall took the Polaroid Camera “Say Cheese!” The Teacher smiled around the large Ball in her Mouth at her Ex-Student. He shot three Polaroids. Then he took the Video Camera and mounted it on the Tripod. Marshall helped himself to a Glass of Mineral Water, sat on the Couch, and enjoyed the Sight.
Stacy Hogan was quite the Damsel in Distress he thought and seemed thoroughly enjoying it. He watched her exertions for some Time. By now his former Teacher sweated profusely and drooled on the Shirt. Marshall looked around and spotted a wooden locker in one Corner. He looked at the locker and back at Ms Hogan´s wiggling feet … a devious smile crossed his lips.
“I have just the Idea!” he smiled at his former Teacher “Hmmmpfh?” Stacy Hogan mumbled around the Orb filling her Mouth “Just sit tight!” Marshall grinned, went to the Duffelbag rummaged through it, and took something out. The Dark Woman could not see what …
The Ex-Student walked behind her …. Suddenly Stacy´s World became black: Marshall had covered her Eyes with the black heavily padded Sleepmask. Ms. Hogan was very excited … “What is he up to?” She listened. She heard him going away “He moves something!” She listened some more “Marshall sets something on the floor!”
Stacey was slightly startled as her Ex-Student grabbed her Ankles and lifted them up. What could she not see? Marshall had placed the locker before her. Now her legs rested on the locker. Her bare Soles barely protruded above its end.
Ms Hogan was excited “What is he up to?”
Marshall grabbed her bound Ankles and tied them to the Locker. She wiggled her feet and tried to move her Legs - in Vain. Then she had to giggle into her Gag as Marshall touched the sensitive Space between the big Toes and their -Neighbours …. “He ties my big Toes together!”
But that was not all “He ties them back to my Ankles!!! What is he up to?” Moving her feet was now out of the Question ….
Marshall took a large Feather and kneeled before his Ex-Teachers bound feet …. The Feather touched the left heel … the Reaction was instantaneous.
Ms. Hogan giggled. Slowly he moved the Feather upwards, under her High Arches. Despite the large ball gag, she became pretty vocal.
“Oh my God!” Stacey thought “He is killing me softly!” The Tip of the Feather touched her fleshy Balls right under her left big toe …
“Are you ticklish Ms Hogan?” Marshall asked politely …
“Damned I am!” she screamed into her Gag as the devilish Feather hit the Spot between her left big toe and the next ….
“I will die!” was one of Stacy´s last clear thoughts for quite a while ….
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- Joined: 5 years ago
- Location: New York City
Wonderful continuation! I hope that he tickles her feet for a good long time. 
