-- All characters are over the age of 18. Themes involve cheating, manipulation, bondage, and noncon. --
Jane threw her keys on the table, slamming the door behind her. It had been an especially stressful day at school today and she just wanted to forget it. She had been teaching at the Charles Hastings High School for just 3 months now, a tough school, known for its rowdy and disrespectful students.
Jane had always been strict and authoritative with her students, but at her last school she had also been respected. It had taken her 10 years to build her reputation as a strict but fair educator and then out of nowhere, her husband announced he had been promoted and they needed to move.
After two months, she finally found an opening in their new city at Charles Hastings High, but it had not gone as well as she'd hoped. Perhaps it was the stress of the move and having to change schools but she'd quickly developed a reputation for being a bitch.
Today had been the worst day yet. She'd suspended Chris Smith, one of her most disruptive students. Chris was 18 years old, older than the other students, after having been held back twice over the span of his 14 years of schooling. An hour before the end of the day, he had simply refused to follow her instructions. Then when they were in the middle of a literature lesso, he made a coarse joke about her large breasts. She'd thrown him out of class and gave him three days of suspension.
Jane opened the cupboard and opened a new bottle of red wine. *Fuck it* she thought, pouring herself a generous glass.
She drank it quickly, feeling the wine burn her throat as it went down. After just the first glass she was already feeling the effects, feeling a warm buzz spread through her body, relaxing her tensed muscles.
She heard her phone ping to alert her of a voice message. She looked at it briefly, but didn't recognize the number that had left the message so she ignored it. After finishing her second glass, she was feeling much better.
She looked at the clock and realized her husband should be home soon. She debated on starting dinner, but she really wasn't in a mood to cook. James had been busy at work since their move, some days spending 12 hours or more at the office. The entire move had put a bit of a strain on their 9 year marriage and she thought much of that was on her. She felt some resentment for having to move, to leave her job and her friends behind. But she knew it was a great move for James and his career and she was trying hard to be positive and support him.
She'd been especially hard on him over the past few days and felt guilty as she sat sipping her third glass of merlot. She loved James and didn't want to make her misery his misery. He'd really done nothing wrong.
Earlier that day he had sent her a text message that he may be running a bit late but that he couldn't wait to see her. *Hope you're ready for me, I've been hard all day thinking about you* it read. She had smiled at the message, James wasn't usually one to "sext".
She thought back to a conversation they'd had months earlier, when after several drinks, James shared a fantasy he'd been harbouring about experimenting with BDSM. Specifically he'd wanted to tie her up and have sex with her. It really wasn't that risque at all, but she had always been rather conservative, and at the time she had kind of brushed him off. But the truth was, lately she had been feeling increasingly bored with their routine.
She would have never considered herself the type to enjoy anything kinky, but after months of stress at work and the monotony of married life, she found herself sitting here curious about James's fantasy. She began feeling a curious mix of excitement and anxiety each time she thought of it. She was intrigued and her inhibitions seemed to have faded with the half bottle of wine.
She suddenly had an idea that sent a thrill through her body. She decided to surprise him. She went to the drawer in the kitchen and found a pen and paper and scrolled a note to her husband. She propped it on the table that sat in the entryway to the front door. She put down her glass and went to their bedroom, her heart racing. She started undressing, taking off her shirt, then her skirt, revealing her matching black lace underwear. She turned her back and slipped her bra off, freeing her large breasts.
She looked in the mirror and felt a surge of confidence as she saw her own reflection.
Her long, toned legs, her perky ass, and her firm, large breasts. She could feel her nipples harden as she thought about what was about to happen. She turned back to the bed and started rummaging in the drawer to find something to use as restraints.
She knew James had bought some things months ago when he first brought up the idea, hoping that if she ever relented, they would be prepared.
She tied a strand of the soft rope to each of the posts at the foot of their bed, before climbing on and fastening them to her ankles, her legs splayed wide. She let out a nervous giggle, surprised at herself for what she was doing.
She looked to the nightstand and picked up her glass of wine taking one last gulp while she was still able. She set it down and picked up the handcuffs then paused and looked into the drawer again.
She pulled out a blindfold that he'd purchased and thought this might add an extra thrill to it all. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she put the blindfold over her eyes. She was surprised by how dark it was. It was tight against her eyelids and she could see no light at all.
Jane fastened one wrist in the handcuffs and laid back on the bed with her head on the pillow. She reached over her head and felt the headboard rungs. She clumsily worked the handcuff chain around one of the rungs and managed to lock her other wrist. She gave them a tug, satisfied that she was now well secured to the bed.
Her heart rate was increasing, the excitement building up in her body. She tested the restraints once again, pulling harder with both hands and feet. She could feel the tension on her limbs as her muscles strained against the bindings. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Jane had never felt so vulnerable before. The complete darkness behind the blindfold and her inability to move freely sent a chill down her spine.
Jane could feel her breathing become heavier as she lay there, her pussy becoming wet with desire. She squirmed against the restraints, as the sensation of being helpless surged through her body.
She laid there for a while, fighting the urge to free herself. The anticipation of what was to come was intoxicating, her thoughts interrupted only by the sound of her own moans.
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As Jane lay exposed on her bed, Chris was walking up the walkway to her house. He was furious for what he was being forced to do, but his father had made it clear that before he could try to appeal the suspension, Chris needed to apologize to Ms Myers. He had tried to call her but got no answer. He left a voice message but had not heard back from her so his father had sent him to her home, which was just a few blocks from their own. He told him to not come back until he had made amends.
He resented the fact that he would have to apologize to her. She was a bitch and no one liked her. He hadn't done anything that the other students weren't also doing so why had she singled him out? Why did she always seem to single him out, did she have it out for him? He tried to practice the apology in his head as he knocked on the front door but wasn't sure he would be able to make it sound sincere.
There was no answer, so Chris knocked a bit harder, looking around the yard. He saw her car in the driveway, so she had to be home. He knew if he returned home without having apologized his father would only send him back. Perhaps she just hadn't heard him knock?
Chris knocked one more time, before trying the door handle. To his surprise, it was unlocked. He walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Ms Myers?" he called out, his voice echoing in the empty house. No answer.
