Learning The Ropes Ch 01 Caught

Kara

***

"Where is that damn key..." I fished around in my purse, hunting for one loose key that seemed to have sunken into oblivion. "Ms. Waverly would kill me if I lost the key to her office..." I dug deeper, seemingly an impossible depth into my small handbag before I yanked it out. "Yes!"

Victorious, I used the key to unlock the door in front of me. I stepped through, into the already illuminated room. "Huh, she must have forgotten to turn off the lights last night," I quietly mumbled to myself. I made my way to the desk, looking at the documents strewn across it. "Where did she put them..." It was a mess, and I spent long minutes sorting the papers into some semblance of organization - at least as best I could.

Research papers into two piles - differentiating between graded and yet-to-be graded - exams in another, and then I found the study guides Ms. Waverly had printed out for her students. As her teaching assistant, it was my job to help them through the material during their study hours, the next of which started in a few minutes. I glanced over the papers, noting the standard coverage over her last couple of lessons. I pulled off my backpack and tucked the papers neatly into a folder inside of it before turning back to the door.

The door, which had swung shut. That wasn't the shocking thing that made me freeze in place, though. No, it was Ms. Waverly, kneeling on the floor, completely naked.

Well, it wasn't fair to call her naked: at least a tiny fraction of her bare pale skin was covered by dark blue nylon ropes, along with a substantial ball gag wedged into her mouth. I ripped my eyes away from her body to look her in the eyes, seeing the panicked expression as our gazes locked. I spun away, my cheeks burning. Her appearance was seared into my mind, and I couldn't help but to close my eyes and lick my lips before collecting myself.

Yes, the instructor I was assisting had a fiery hot body. But this wasn't the time or place for ogling her.

"I'm so, so sorry Ms. Waverly!" I called out, keeping my back turned to her. I inched toward the door, doing my best to give a wide berth. "I'll just let you get on with it..."

My voice trailed off, drowned out by incessant muffled mumbling as it faded to nothingness. I replayed the image in my head, taking a more critical eye on the situation now that the initial shock had dissipated. Ms. Waverly was bound and gagged, squirming on the floor in a kneeling position. Her normally pale skin was even more pale than usual.

I surged forward, getting on my knees in front of her tear-soaked face. My hands floated in the air before me, and I looked her in the eyes. "Ms. Waverly, are you stuck?" She nodded emphatically. "Do I have your consent to help you get free?" A hesitation lasting a long moment, before a shake of the head.

I looked at her confused, before realizing her hips were rocking back and forth. She's horny and desperate, I realized. For a moment, it felt wrong, knowing the power imbalance between us. But she wanted it, and I couldn't deny that I wanted it too.

"Do you want me to help get you off?"

Her eyes went wide before she nodded so subtly I could barely perceive it. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes.

"Nod like you want it, if you actually want it." Ms. Waverly nodded much more eagerly this time, and I smiled at her. "Good girl."

I checked her bonds, taking in the situation. Her wrists and ankles were bound together behind her back, leaving her in a prayer position with her back arched away from me. She was secure, and the ropes were tighter than would be comfortable, but she'd be fine for a few minutes longer. I put her back on her knees facing me as I stood up, and reached out to cup one of her breasts. She whimpered softly through the ball gag, and I clicked my tongue at her disapprovingly.

"Be quiet, or I won't help you finish what you started."

Ms. Waverly immediately went silent, watching me with her wide eyes. I smiled at her, giving them a gentle squeeze. Fuck, she was so soft, so pillowy. For a moment, I lost myself in playing with her substantial breasts, her erect nipples brushing against my palms. I let my fingers drag over her supple skin until they pinched and tugged gently at those throbbing pebbles.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself, teasing and toying with her as I spoke. "Your breasts are so full with age... But they're still so soft and perky..." I blushed, realizing I had spoken my own lustful thoughts aloud, though Ms. Waverly didn't seem to mind. She was rocking her hips back and forth, letting me tug and have my way with her chest.

I slipped my shoe up against her pussy, immediately noticing the wet mess sliding and leaving copious fluids behind. I didn't know if she even realized it was there, or that she was using my shoe to grind herself to an orgasm. Regardless, her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed herself. For a moment, I worried - was I taking advantage of her like this? Ms. Waverly was a quiet, reserved person, and here I was treating her like my submissive. I pushed the thought out of my head though, continuing with my play of her chest.

We could resolve any complicated situations later. Right now, she needed this. Hell, after Felicity, I needed this just as much, if not more.

I crouched down, tugging Ms. Waverly forward by the nipples. She whimpered and looked up at me, right as I softly kissed her forehead. Her brow had a coat of sweat on it, cool and salty. I chuckled, kissing my way across her temple and over her cheek until I made my way to her earlobe. My warm breath filled her ear as I kissed and nibbled on the soft flesh. Ms. Waverly squirmed, her moans muffled but quite audible. Her eyes fluttered and her entire body twitched before she went still.

I gave her a minute, her breathing ragged and hard. Finally, when she looked up at me, I asked her quietly, "Would you like me to untie you?" Her eyes darted away - filled with shame in the brief moment I could see them - but she nodded nonetheless.

I nodded back and got to work. Gently, I turned her around to see better, and I could see the knot holding her limbs together was terribly done. Not just in a judgemental, 'this is the work of beginners' way, but it was so poor that it had slipped tighter than she could loosen on her own, leaving her trapped and unable to stand or use her hands.

I got to work, picking apart the knot but it was taking a while. I thought about the small knife in my purse across the room that would make it go faster, but that ran the risk of making things worse if it slipped against the nylon and into her soft flesh. Soft, kissable flesh that I deliberately tried to push out of my mind.

Finally, the knot slipped free, and I quickly pulled the slack through to free her limbs. As soon as she wasn't held in place by the ropes, she crumpled like a sack of rocks against me. Immediately, I wrapped my arms around her, only moving them enough to remove the ball gag from her surely sore mouth.

"I'm... so sorry..." Ms. Waverly cried softly, apologizing over and over again as she lay against me. I held her close, shoving aside my own feelings and focusing on the hurt and scared person in front of me.

"You're ok, it's ok," I whispered airily, stroking her hair. She sighed softly, pressing closer to me. "Just take some deep breaths, we're ok. You're a good girl."

Now that we were out of the moment, it felt wrong to say those words, but they had slipped out of my mouth thanks to past experiences. Other subs flitted through my memories, including my last. My ex-girlfriend. I braced, stiffening, but Ms. Waverly didn't seem to notice the slip. If anything, it seemed to calm her, her breathing and crying relaxing.

"I... This isn't very appropriate..."

"Hey, don't worry about being appropriate right now, just relax."

Ms. Waverly took another deep breath and slowly sat up, pulling away from me. She looked down at her drool-covered breasts, and my gaze couldn't help but to follow. Fuck, why'd the boring history teacher I'd been assigned to have to be so hot?

She looked over at me and stood up shakily. "Do... Do you mind turning around while I get dressed?" Hurriedly I apologized and turned away, facing into the same corner she'd been trapped in a moment ago. From here I could see how she'd been hidden when I came in - the large, solid wood door would have hidden her from view completely. She must have been watching me the whole time, trying to debate if she should expose herself to me.

"Ms. Waverly--" I started.

"Kara, I think we're on a first-name basis after today."

There it was. Her in-charge, almost maternal teaching voice was coming out. For some reason, it irked me given the dynamic between us, but it wasn't my place to argue. "Ok... Dahlia." I tried the name on my tongue and it felt... it felt good. Like a name I could get used to saying. "Dahlia, I have to ask...why were you doing this alone?"

Silence filled the air, and I dared to turn around. I found Ms. Waverly - rather, Dahlia - sitting at her desk, fully dressed in a nearly ankle-length dress and a heavy sweater, as per her usual attire. Her face was still streaked with tear tracks and ruined makeup, but otherwise she looked composed.

"Well, it's not like I have anyone else to do this with." She looked at me like it was obvious that she just had to do it alone.

"You... That... That's such a bad idea!" I watched Dahlia look surprised at my outburst, but I couldn't stop. "I mean, you know firsthand, but you can get hurt, or stuck, and what if someone less than savory walks in?"

She sighed, clearly worn out. "I... I know that now. I just needed..." She looked up at me again before continuing, "It doesn't matter. Can I trust you to never speak of this again? With anyone?"

I nodded. Obviously, we couldn't just share what happened; I would be kicked out of my graduate program, and Ms. Waverly... Dahlia... would be fired. Our lives would fall apart immediately.

"Ok... good." She sounded relieved. I felt disappointed. Would we be moving on so quickly, so readily? Maybe that'd be for the best, I mused, as thoughts of Felicity once again invaded my mind. "You should go," Dahlia continued. "The students are probably waiting for you."

Once again I simply nodded, heading to the door. I was almost out of her office when a soft tone called out to me.

"Kara? Thank you. So much."

I paused for a moment, showing that I heard her, before hurrying down the hallway. By the time I made it to the study room, I'd nearly managed to put aside my thoughts and feelings on the whole situation.

Nearly, but not quite.