The Instructor and The College Student (M/F)
Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 8:42 pm
KinkyLily requested a story about a teacher tying up his 18+ year old student, and my husband finished it just now
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Dr. Henderson, professor in the University's Department of Mathematics, was in his office on a late Friday afternoon, not at all looking forward to the meeting he was about to have with freshman student Diane Banner. He liked Diane--she had already been in commercials and a TV pilot with a great future ahead of her...but her grades were endangering her future.
Diane knocked on the door, and came it. "Hi, Dr. H!" she said cheerfully. She was dressed in a white blouse, blue skirt, hose, and blue heels. Henderson tried to keep inappropriate thoughts in check. "Sit down, Diane, we have a lot to discuss." "Keep it professional" thought to himself.
"Diane, I'm worried about your grades. Right now, you're on the verge of getting a D in both my Geometry and my Physics classes. You can't graduate like this. I need to know what I can do to help you earn those grades."
Diane had a look of defeat on her face. "I'm having trouble finding study time, Dr. H. I'm working on a new commercial, and I'm studying magic tricks so I can do a magic show I hope in the fall. It's big money, but I need to graduate to have something to fall back on if I can't make it as an entertainer."
Henderson wanted to keep their talk on topic, but he couldn't resist--"Tell me about these magic tricks, please." Diane perked up, happy to do so. "Sure! I can do all kinds of card tricks, and I have a disappearing act down pat. I just need to get a lot better with my escape act."
"You mean like a straightjacket escape?" Henderson was very interested now. "No, Mr. H, just being tied up with ropes. I can almost get free, but I need more practice, and the only partner I have is my boyfriend...and when he ties me up he wants to do, um, other things that are kind of a distraction."
Henderson thought for a moment. "Diane, if you had someone to tie you up so you could practice getting loose, say, half an hour each day for a week, would you have time to hit the books for my classes?" Diane nodded her head. "Sure, but I don't know who to ask to get started really soon."
Henderson straightened up, and took a deep breath. "I can do that for you, if we can keep this to ourselves. You'll be in a safe environment, and after, we can go over math problems to help get you back on track."
Diane was amazed. "Are you sure about this? Won't people get the wrong idea?" Henderson shook his head. "No. Not if we just keep this to ourselves. And we can start now, if you want. I do have some rope here, in fact." "Sure, if you're okay with all this."
Henderson opened a cabinet door and tool out several coiled rope, and a ballgag which was on top. He put the ballgag on top of the cabinet, and the ropes on his desk. Standing up himself, and moving towards Diane, he ordered "Stand up, Diane, with your back to me. And wrists crossed behind your back."
Diane stood up, complying. "Yes, Sir" she said, crossing her wrists behind her as instructed. She felt rope tying her wrists together...tight. Very tight. Henderson must have been reading her mind. "Too tight for you?" Diane shook her head. "It's tight, but it needs to be tight, or it'll look lame." Henderson began tying her arms to her sides. Diane shuddered for a minute. "Something wrong?" He realized she wasn't expecting her arms tied as well. "No", she said. "No, that's probably a good idea. I mean, as long as I can get my hands free i should be okay."
Henderson wanted to make sure she didn't feel taken advantage of. "You know, " he said, "If you don't want your ankles tied, I don't have to. Like you said, if you can get your hands free, you can finish untying yourself anyway." Diane looked towards the ropes on the desk. "Oh, no, please tie my ankles and legs too! I'll have to get my speed up in freeing my legs, so i need practice with that too." Henderson, still behind her, smiled at her reaction, and took the ropes.
""Sit down, Diane", he commanded, helping her sit. He knelt down, and began tying her ankles. "You'll need to tie my ankles and knees pretty tight too, if that's not a problem." Henderson laughed to himself. "No, Diane, that's not a problem. He tied her ankles, and then her legs, both above and below her knees, very tight. She squirmed a bit, and smiled. "That's really good! You do this a lot, don't you? Tying others, I mean. " Henderson blushed. "Well, maybe a couple of times." Diane grinned. "Mr. H., you have a lot of rope in your office, AND a ballgag...that's not to tie up boxes, it's for bondage! But that's cool. I like being tied up for that too."
Henderson thought it was time to change the subject. "How does this work? Do I say 'ready, set, go' and give you a time limit?" Diane was clearly trying to find the words. "Well, yes, that's what I was thinking, but...well. hmm." Henderson was a bit worried. Was she regretting this? "What's wrong?" he asked.
Diane looked up at him. "Do NOT laugh, but I'd really like to be gagged with the ballgag. I won't on stage, but I've never actually been gagged, and to be honest, I think it sounds hot." Henderson let out a sigh of relief. "I can certainly do that", he said. He picked up the ballgag, moving behind her again. "Open your mouth," he said--a little too harshly, thought.
Diane obeyed, and was gagged. Henderson moved in front of her. "Escape", he said firmly. He watched her struggle...arms and legs against the tight ropes. Ropes tying her arms to her sides, just under her breasts, and hose-covered legs, tied together, moving up and down. He let her struggle for twenty minutes, then moved behind her to untie her hands...and just as his hands moved towards hers, he watched in amazement as her right hand slipped free, allowing the ropes to fall from her left hand to the floor.
Henderson was stunned. "You really can get loose, he said." He collected his thoughts, and tried to sound happy that she had succeeded, and didn't need to practice anymore. "That was amazing! I guess we can cancel the rest of the week's bonda..I mean, escape practices and just concentrate on studies."
Diane removed her gag, sighing. "Sir, it's not that simple. I took way, WAY to long to get my hands free, and I haven't even started on my legs. I mean, I can now get out of these ropes around my arms", which she did easily, "but I still need to practice."
She looked up at him hopefully. "Mr. H, I really need you to tie my hands and arms again...and I need my arms tied tighter. If it doesn't creep you out, I need my arms tied above and below my breasts, and pretty tight. And I should just admit right now, this is going to take several attempts for me to et it right. I really hope you're not disappointed."
Henderson tried hard not to smile. "No, I'm not disappointed. After all, I'm just here to help."
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Dr. Henderson, professor in the University's Department of Mathematics, was in his office on a late Friday afternoon, not at all looking forward to the meeting he was about to have with freshman student Diane Banner. He liked Diane--she had already been in commercials and a TV pilot with a great future ahead of her...but her grades were endangering her future.
Diane knocked on the door, and came it. "Hi, Dr. H!" she said cheerfully. She was dressed in a white blouse, blue skirt, hose, and blue heels. Henderson tried to keep inappropriate thoughts in check. "Sit down, Diane, we have a lot to discuss." "Keep it professional" thought to himself.
"Diane, I'm worried about your grades. Right now, you're on the verge of getting a D in both my Geometry and my Physics classes. You can't graduate like this. I need to know what I can do to help you earn those grades."
Diane had a look of defeat on her face. "I'm having trouble finding study time, Dr. H. I'm working on a new commercial, and I'm studying magic tricks so I can do a magic show I hope in the fall. It's big money, but I need to graduate to have something to fall back on if I can't make it as an entertainer."
Henderson wanted to keep their talk on topic, but he couldn't resist--"Tell me about these magic tricks, please." Diane perked up, happy to do so. "Sure! I can do all kinds of card tricks, and I have a disappearing act down pat. I just need to get a lot better with my escape act."
"You mean like a straightjacket escape?" Henderson was very interested now. "No, Mr. H, just being tied up with ropes. I can almost get free, but I need more practice, and the only partner I have is my boyfriend...and when he ties me up he wants to do, um, other things that are kind of a distraction."
Henderson thought for a moment. "Diane, if you had someone to tie you up so you could practice getting loose, say, half an hour each day for a week, would you have time to hit the books for my classes?" Diane nodded her head. "Sure, but I don't know who to ask to get started really soon."
Henderson straightened up, and took a deep breath. "I can do that for you, if we can keep this to ourselves. You'll be in a safe environment, and after, we can go over math problems to help get you back on track."
Diane was amazed. "Are you sure about this? Won't people get the wrong idea?" Henderson shook his head. "No. Not if we just keep this to ourselves. And we can start now, if you want. I do have some rope here, in fact." "Sure, if you're okay with all this."
Henderson opened a cabinet door and tool out several coiled rope, and a ballgag which was on top. He put the ballgag on top of the cabinet, and the ropes on his desk. Standing up himself, and moving towards Diane, he ordered "Stand up, Diane, with your back to me. And wrists crossed behind your back."
Diane stood up, complying. "Yes, Sir" she said, crossing her wrists behind her as instructed. She felt rope tying her wrists together...tight. Very tight. Henderson must have been reading her mind. "Too tight for you?" Diane shook her head. "It's tight, but it needs to be tight, or it'll look lame." Henderson began tying her arms to her sides. Diane shuddered for a minute. "Something wrong?" He realized she wasn't expecting her arms tied as well. "No", she said. "No, that's probably a good idea. I mean, as long as I can get my hands free i should be okay."
Henderson wanted to make sure she didn't feel taken advantage of. "You know, " he said, "If you don't want your ankles tied, I don't have to. Like you said, if you can get your hands free, you can finish untying yourself anyway." Diane looked towards the ropes on the desk. "Oh, no, please tie my ankles and legs too! I'll have to get my speed up in freeing my legs, so i need practice with that too." Henderson, still behind her, smiled at her reaction, and took the ropes.
""Sit down, Diane", he commanded, helping her sit. He knelt down, and began tying her ankles. "You'll need to tie my ankles and knees pretty tight too, if that's not a problem." Henderson laughed to himself. "No, Diane, that's not a problem. He tied her ankles, and then her legs, both above and below her knees, very tight. She squirmed a bit, and smiled. "That's really good! You do this a lot, don't you? Tying others, I mean. " Henderson blushed. "Well, maybe a couple of times." Diane grinned. "Mr. H., you have a lot of rope in your office, AND a ballgag...that's not to tie up boxes, it's for bondage! But that's cool. I like being tied up for that too."
Henderson thought it was time to change the subject. "How does this work? Do I say 'ready, set, go' and give you a time limit?" Diane was clearly trying to find the words. "Well, yes, that's what I was thinking, but...well. hmm." Henderson was a bit worried. Was she regretting this? "What's wrong?" he asked.
Diane looked up at him. "Do NOT laugh, but I'd really like to be gagged with the ballgag. I won't on stage, but I've never actually been gagged, and to be honest, I think it sounds hot." Henderson let out a sigh of relief. "I can certainly do that", he said. He picked up the ballgag, moving behind her again. "Open your mouth," he said--a little too harshly, thought.
Diane obeyed, and was gagged. Henderson moved in front of her. "Escape", he said firmly. He watched her struggle...arms and legs against the tight ropes. Ropes tying her arms to her sides, just under her breasts, and hose-covered legs, tied together, moving up and down. He let her struggle for twenty minutes, then moved behind her to untie her hands...and just as his hands moved towards hers, he watched in amazement as her right hand slipped free, allowing the ropes to fall from her left hand to the floor.
Henderson was stunned. "You really can get loose, he said." He collected his thoughts, and tried to sound happy that she had succeeded, and didn't need to practice anymore. "That was amazing! I guess we can cancel the rest of the week's bonda..I mean, escape practices and just concentrate on studies."
Diane removed her gag, sighing. "Sir, it's not that simple. I took way, WAY to long to get my hands free, and I haven't even started on my legs. I mean, I can now get out of these ropes around my arms", which she did easily, "but I still need to practice."
She looked up at him hopefully. "Mr. H, I really need you to tie my hands and arms again...and I need my arms tied tighter. If it doesn't creep you out, I need my arms tied above and below my breasts, and pretty tight. And I should just admit right now, this is going to take several attempts for me to et it right. I really hope you're not disappointed."
Henderson tried hard not to smile. "No, I'm not disappointed. After all, I'm just here to help."