Oh! No! He's a student!
Mrs Watson didn't have the burdensome responsibilities of a teacher at the moment. She was tied to a bed, blindfolded, huffing a puffing around a red ball gag. Secured helpless meant she was relieved of responsibility. Someone else was going to make the decision over what happened next. She couldn't escape, so she would have to accept whatever was done to her. Being gagged meant there wasn't a chance of objecting, or even influencing the decision.
Despite feeling stiff from the bondage, she was a happy bunny. Happier than she'd been in years. Years of studying, getting married too young, becoming a widow too young, and settling into a routine, underlined a boring humdrum life. This afternoon was the result of three months research, which culminated in a moment of total irresponsibility.
Four months ago she came across a bondage scene in a detective novel. It struck a chord, as well as a cord, igniting her sexual imagination. Being dominated, and told what to do had never figured in her life, though over the last weeks she sought it out. Finding the right man to satisfy this uncharacteristic obsession was a problem.
Having at last found what was needed, or rather who, she revelled in the strange joy of being dominated. A complete stranger had taken her while she was tied-up helpless. An experienced man had used her body, while she was powerless to even object, let alone fight him off. He made her his plaything, and from now on she would be controlled by him. A new and exciting life had begun!
What he looked like didn't matter. That he was older didn't matter either. With all the experience he'd used upon her so far, he must be older. What was important was that she found an experienced master, and he was going to take over her life. He'd already started changing the way she looked and behaved. It gave her a thrill to obey his orders, and to learn to do things differently.
He'd mastered her by taking her and sexually satisfying her. Now she wanted it all. She badly wanted to be his slave, which meant subsuming herself to his wishes, and gratifying his slightest whim. She needed him to dominate her, and to spank her when deviating from his directives.
From now on she would be living dangerously, by subjecting herself to someone else's commands. For once in her life she was going to obey. He would tell her what to do, when, and how. She was going to do whatever he demanded, and he was going to train her to be an obedient slave.
After such a powerful orgasm, all doubts were washed away. She was now this stranger's obedient and unquestioning slave!
Danny worried that someone had heard her scream, and was on their way to find out what the fuss was about. He listened for awhile, but there was no sound except for the struggle of a clanking air-conditioning fan.
He looked at the woman from where he was lying between her legs. Over her shaved pussy, between her big tits, to her face. She was happy. There was a big smile plastered across her face. Her breasts were big, soft, and tempting. Not that the rest of her was skinny. She was voluptuous, and sexy in a mature womanly way. He wondered if she snored, and looked forward to finding out.
At that moment, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was his and he would shape her to how he wanted. At least, that's what was said in the emails. Could he do it?
Should he take off the blindfold yet? Had he made his point? If he had more experience, he might have realised she was hooked after such dramatic orgasms. Unless of course this had been the norm for her, in which case he would have to work harder to please. In what direction would that take?
'Again you disobey your master,' he quietly said.
His voice was deep and hoarse from being close to an orgasm. The woman was trying to tell him something, so he removed the ball gag.
'Please, master! Your slave is so sorry to have disappointed her master. Please don't give up on your pathetic slave. Your slave promises to try hard to please, master. Such a wonderful orgasm, it was, it was, so deep it shook my soul, master,' she cooed.
Danny examined her face to find she was sincere. To her this wasn't just a game, it was something she badly needed. From her emails, he knew the slave role was to become a part of her life. If he was wrong it didn't matter, for the cameras were recording everything. If proof was needed they would show she wanted this, and he hadn't forced her.
'You'll have to be punished somehow,' he said, while holding her chin in a strong hand.
'Yes, master. Whatever you say, master. Would master like to take his pleasure with his slave, master,' she shyly asked.
Bloody hell! He'd fucked her so hard she'd screamed, and she wanted more. Was it fear, or the strangeness of this situation that prevented him from cumming? She could feel his erection against her naked thigh, and wanted it.
'Tell me what you want, slave. Use the plain words of a slave,' he demanded.
'Please, master, please use your slave. Fuck your slaves cunt, or however master wishes to use his slave,' she humbly spoke.
Getting her to talk dirty was turning her on again, so he persisted.
'Offer your body properly, slave,' he demanded.
'Slave's body is yours to use, master. Use your slave's, cunt, mouth, or asshole, master. Slave's whole body is a sexual object for her master's use,' the woman strenuously offered.
He wondered if the video and sound would show how heartfelt the words were meant. He untied her ankles, then her wrists.
'No! Keep the blindfold on. You wanted to be taken by a stranger, and this is happening. I am your master, yet still a stranger,' he told her.
'Thank you, master!' she grinned.
He guided her on top, and pushed her into position. She didn't need much prompting to find his cock. Still wearing the blindfold she rode him hard. Another orgasm began to tingle through her body. With a firm grip of her hips, he rocked her back and forth on his cock, while it was deeply embedded in her vagina.
She had a tingly orgasm, but he still hadn't cum. He pulled her down onto his chest, with her face pressing against his. He kissed her lips and face, while receiving little murmurs of gratitude.
'I'm going to take the blindfold off now,' he quietly told her.
'Thank you, master,' she said, sounding worried.
His body was strong and athletic, and he was certainly all man. She wasn't so sure that he was older than her, as he had managed to keep going for so long. There again, he might have had some help from pills. She was nervous over seeing him for the first time, wondering who this stranger was. It was stressful having to face the fact that she'd let a stranger fuck her.
Their faces were so close it was difficult to focus. He had his arms around her, preventing her from pulling away. She told herself to be patient, and to obey her master.
'It's my turn now, Tittyanna,' he calmly stated.
