“I would like this to go on record:
Fatigue, brought on by jet lag,
substantially contributed to any
shortcomings on my part today.”
- from the video log of Ms Hawtrey
A bead of sweat ran across Hawtrey’s brow. Tension was building up, and Miki hadn’t even begun her torment.
That being said, the petite rigger had not been idle. With Hawtrey neatly wrapped up, Miki had thrown her up onto the bed. Piece by piece, she had removed every last article of clothing below the teacher’s waist. She’d been able to do that by untying Ms Hawtrey’s ankles, and then retying them once she’d been stripped. Only now, her ankles were tied separately to opposite sides of the iron headboard, leaving her legs spread wide open.
Hawtrey laid face-up in the sheets. Her hands were roped up behind her back more securely than ever now. Miki had taken her time reinforcing her initial boxtie, and had even added a terribly revealing chest harness. It certainly didn’t help that that foul wench had torn off Hawtrey’s neckpiece, unbuttoned her blouse, and unhooked her bra. Her bosom was fully exposed to the cold air, and encircled every which way in itchy rope.
Ms Hawtrey could think of a million places she would rather be; but Miki, on the other hand, looked chuffed to bits. That seemed to be her mood, no matter what was happening. In all her years, Hawtrey had never met anyone capable of overpowering and subduing somebody whilst maintaining a cheery face, and she found that most unsettling.
The girl leapt onto the bed and straddled Hawtrey’s naked belly, bearing her smile that had started off charming, but was now just disturbing. Aside from an undersized backpack she now wore, Miki hadn’t changed a bit of her childish attire. It looked as though she had no intention of doing so either. She was fully ready to torment her prey…
“Way less wrinkles than I expected! Real good,” Miki exclaimed as she ran her eyes over Hawtrey’s body.
Hawtrey collected herself, and tried her best to remain defiant. At this point, her dominant reputation was all she could hope to save.
“You ready to train now,” the girl asked.
Hawtrey’s poker face held strong. She clicked her tongue and said, “Young lady, you ought to be ashamed of your behavior!”
“Wrong answer,” Miki responded. “I
am teacher now! We train now!”
As she spoke, she slowly moved her bare legs around in two big arcs. Arcs that happened to centre on Ms Hawtrey’s head. As the bare soles drew close, Hawtrey’s composure broke, and she thrashed around beneath the Asian girl.
“Get those ghastly feet away from me,” she screamed.
Miki shook her head in disapproval. “Ohhh, you need lots of training.”
And with that remark, she reached into her backpack like a well-prepared freshman on the first day of school. From its pouch, she drew some thin red string, and the all too familiar chopsticks. Just as before, Miki took hold of the sticks and struck like a viper. The sticks shot into Ms Hawtrey’s mouth and pinched around her tongue, eliciting a startled squawk from the middle-aged mistress.
Miki moved just as quickly as she had with the jute rope. It was a matter of seconds before the chopsticks ran horizontally between Ms Hawtrey’s teeth. The sticks were bound together with the red string, which clamped them down on her tongue and forced it to jut out quite a ways.
Miki stuck her tongue out at Hawtrey before chirping some girlish giggles. Hawtrey glowered up at the girl. She had never seen a gag like this before, and truthfully, it wasn’t much of a gag. It certainly didn’t mute the volume of her voice whatsoever, and only succeeded in garbling a scant few letters of the alphabet.
Hawtrey decided to speak through her gag as Miki rummaged through her backpack again. “Yung wady, if dis is wut yu call a gag, then yur skills ar qwite wacking.”
“There no talking now,” Miki snapped. “Only screaming.”
Hawtrey squirmed a bit when she saw what Miki held in her hand: a Wartenburg wheel. The pin-lined wheel on the end of a long handle was easily recognizable, but this one had a cord running from its base. It connected to a bulky Velcro strap, which Miki wore like a weighted wristband. What was the purpose of that?
Miki slowly lowered the wheel down to Hawtrey’s face, and as the wheel’s side grazed the tip of her outstretched tongue, her question was answered.
“Uwaagh!” Hawtrey squawked again as an electric current arced through the inside of her mouth.
So that was it. The Wartenburg wheel was charged with electricity. Bad enough that needles were going to run all along her bare skin, but now she had to deal with jolts as well?! Not only that, but a cloud of fear cast down on Ms Hawtrey as she gradually realised the true purpose of her gag…
The tied teacher grunted in pain as the wheel ran across the centre of her bosom. Poking at the skin and pulsating painful shocks all along the way. Miki then moved her hand behind her and began torturing Hawtrey’s outstretched legs. Not being able to see where the jolts would hit next made the torment all the more abysmal, and Hawtrey could swear that the voltage was growing stronger with each pass!
“Okay,” Miki chirped out of nowhere. “Shock class is over. It time for recess!”
The pricks and the shocks came to a sudden, relieving halt. In the spontaneous calmness, Ms Hawtrey realized that she had been hyperventilating, and fought to get herself back under control. Miki was not about to make that easy, though.
Like a minacious warplane, the Asian girl hovered her foot above Ms Hawtrey’s face, and began to descend.
Naturally, the schoolmistress had some choice words for that development. But they all came out garbled. “Wut duh yu think yur duhing?! Dun’t yu dare!
But there was nothing she could do. Miki’s sole came down on her exposed tongue, and smeared itself back and forth. Hawtrey’s protests quickly turned to disgusted hacks, coughs, and gags. She wasn’t even able to turn her head away. That atrocious appendage just followed her.
Hawtrey held back her dry heaves and wondered, ‘What fresh hell is this?!
And then, a new sound erupted from Hawtrey’s gagged mouth: a moan. There was a vibrator buzzing against her womanhood. She couldn’t see it, but it felt like a wand, and a damn good one at that. A blitz of pleasure enveloped her, in direct conflict with the disgust she derived from Miki’s foot. The teacher’s ropes held tight, and she could only lay there, simultaneously suffering the gross torture and absorbing the great pleasure.
Just as the precursors of Hawtrey’s climax began to bubble up, Miki turned off the vibrator. She killed it just as abruptly as she had with the wheel. “Okay. Recess over. Back to shock class!”
‘Dash it all,
’ Hawtrey shouted internally. She pulled against her ropes and let out a long, hoarse groan as the shocks returned with a vengeance. And this time, the wheel wasn’t alone. A loud smack
resonated from Hawtrey’s breasts as Miki slapped them hard with the teacher’s beloved riding crop: Mrs Payne. Hawtrey really felt that one! It would seem that her chest harness had made her nipples more sensitive than usual. Between the shocks, the needles, the nudity, the helplessness, the pain, and the humiliation of having her favourite tool turned against her, Ms Hawtrey had a long bloody list of reasons to loathe this moment.
“Ohhh! That’s a good crop,” Miki beamed as she brought it down again.
This living hell went on until poor Ms Hawtrey felt a lump forming in her throat. Then, just as swiftly as it had started, the agony came to a halt. Hawtrey’s spirit soared at the sound of the wand buzzing back to life.
And then, the foot was back.
“Nuh,” Hawtrey pleaded with wild eyes. “Pweeze, nuh!”
No sooner had her nether regions been re-stimulated, did she find her tongue being pinched between Miki’s filthy toes. They slid up and down that bound tongue in much the same way an energetic stripper danced her tantalizing dance around the pole.
And speaking of tantalizing, Miki’s wand was rubbing Hawtrey in all the right ways! That girl handled the vibrator with such remarkable expertise, as though she had known all her life just how the old lady preferred to be stimulated. Between the repulsive toes, and the heavenly vibrations, Hawtrey never noticed that Miki had opened up her shorts with her free hand, and was now pleasuring herself to the teacher’s treatment.
Hawtrey could feel it rising up! In spite of the foul feet – in spite of everything – she was going to squirt!
“Hope you enjoyed recess,” Miki sang. “Shock class now!”
Hawtrey feebly shook her weak head back and forth, desperate for an end. “Uhh nuhh! Nut the shuck cluh-- GAAHH!”
How long was this going to go on?! Would that dastardly sadist deny her an orgasm until the end of time?! That wonderful wand had given Hawtrey her greatest thrill in years, and to recant that from her was beyond cruel! It was criminal! She wanted to cum! Right now! She just wanted to f**king cum, God damn it!
This third wave of shock treatment was worse than ever! The wheel’s voltage must have been cranked up to maximum power. It had to be! And the flogging! Oh Lord, if this was the agony that Mrs Payne wrought, then perhaps the world was better off without her.
“STUHP! PWEEZE, MEK IT STUHP!
Hawtrey lay there on the bed. Her hair was a blasted mess. She breathed. She could do nothing but breathe. The buzzing was there, and it was strong, but she felt nothing. She breathed three more times before realising that she was being taunted. That wretched monster was holding the wand just above her clit, only a centimeter or two away from sweet ecstasy.
With a smug grin on her face, Miki leaned forward, and untied Hawtrey’s gag. She even had the courtesy to fix the lady’s glasses, which had become mislaid diagonally across her brow. The bound captive gasped in relief. She began rolling her tongue around in her mouth, working the life back into it. Hawtrey wanted to cough and spit out all the filth, but her devotion to proper etiquette stopped her.
And then she saw the foot.
It hovered over her, motionless. The toes were close enough to lick, but it remained still as a statue; Suspended above her like… like the wand!
Hawtrey shot a look at Miki, who looked right back at her with a coy smirk.
“You know what you have to do,” the Asian dominatrix slowly whispered.
Hawtrey felt her lips curl up into a wicked snarl, and she growled, “Damn you to hell, witch!”
Then, like a famished calf, Ms Hawtrey shot her head upward and wrapped her lips around Miki’s toes. She never saw the insidious satisfaction in her captor’s face – Hawtrey kept her eye’s closed all throughout her suckling – but she did catch a faint whisper just before the vibrator dropped, and carried her to heaven.
In a chilling, sinister tone, the quiet voice had said, “Lesson: learned…”