All week Roger visited Hollie, keeping her happy and enjoying her body. She spent the time hopelessly trying to fend him off, but 'No!' meant nothing to him. What ever she tried, he ended up ravishing her. By the end of the week she gave up, and decided to wait until he became bored with her.
Surely he would find a young girl his own age to play with. He was treating her like a new toy; learning to play with her body. The thought of losing him to a younger girl left her feeling gloomy. The idea should have been a relief, but she had grown used to the intense attention and would miss it.
Roger spent some time on the internet trying to discover what was happening to his teacher. He couldn't talk to anyone about it of course. A boring scientific paper concerning a sex study triggered an idea. It was time to carry out his experiments.
Friday evening came around fast after a whirl of sexual pleasure all week. Rather than dreading the weekend Hollie was excited, wondering what he would do to her next.
"I want to learn about your body," Roger said.
"Don't you think you have learnt enough?" she replied. "We are not in school now, you can relax, we have the whole weekend ahead of us," she said, looking concerned over what he might have meant. It was a dangerous situation and was getting steadily worse.
"What have you in mind?" she asked, already dreading what new idea he might have. Her student was making her into his pet project, which left her feeling vulnerable.
Lying naked on the bed, she was supposed to relax, while he ran his hands all over her. He was certainly learning about her body! He was stroking, pinching, and massaging. Relaxing to the sensations she wondered how much of this could be withstood, without fainting away from pure pleasure.
"You must wear this and concentrate on the sensations," he said, giving her a blindfold.
Wanting him to continue she agreed to the request without protest. She was impressed with the effect.
"It's better than a deep hot bath," she murmured. She giggled out loud when he asked what she meant. Forgetting herself she moved a hand between her legs.
"No!" he scolded. "That's for me to do," he said, with a sly smile she couldn't see. Pulling her hand away, it was replaced with his fingers. Stretched out upon the bed, she dare not move, in case the wonderful mood was broken. She didn't want it to ever stop.
It was no wonder he was so difficult to refuse. About to tell him he was a good student, she bit off the remark, turning it into a soft grunt of satisfaction.
The gentle tease of her body was replaced with licking and sucking sensations, pushing her deeper into a reverie she had so pleasantly drifted into. She gently quivered in response to these new found sensations. Wanting to grasp him to her she found the impulse restrained.
Her hands were tied! She frantically pulled at them. He quickly tightened the loose bonds. Panic seized her on finding both ankles were tied.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" she complained. "Please! I don't like this, I'm frightened," she quickly added, hoping to appeal to his better nature.
He thrust his fingers deeply between her wet lips. He sucked her tongue from her mouth, cutting off the protests. She tasted her sex on his lips. It didn't take long to fall back into the supine state. Fear, danger and excitement were working her up again. When he replaced the exploring fingers with his cock she became driven by lust.
With wrists and ankles bound tight she was helpless to share the passionate movements. She just had to lay back and take it. An orgasm hit hard. Hollie managed to push her hips up at him, striving to hold onto his cock. He had learnt to hold still while she cum.
"Yes!" she croaked, from a parched mouth. "It was wonderful, as usual," she giggled. "No. Once is enough, no more, please, untie me, please!" she demanded.
"Just one more," he teased. "No! Don't say a word, or I'll gag you," he warned her.
She was worried about other ideas he might have planned. Being physically helpless was a new sensation, compared to being made mentally and morally weak by him. It was easier a second time. She relaxed under his expert manipulation of her body. It was less of an orgasm, not taking her over so completely, though good enough to feel wonderful.
"That is so good, so very good," she murmured.
He removed the blindfold leaving her blinking rapidly.
"No! You don't need that! Please, leave me be, I can't take any more," Hollie cried out.
He picked up the gag for her to take the hint and fall silent. Squirming with shame she tightly shut her eyes, the only thing she could close. She felt the vibrator tingle a nipple. It worked slowly down over her tummy, closer and closer to her sex.
Damn! He was determined to break her. She would be a total wreck after this. It buzzed loudly in her ears, and caused her feet to tremble as it gently touched her bud.
"Please, stop it, I can't take any more!" she whined.
"Would you prefer to do something else for me?" he asked.
"Yes, yes please," she wailed.
"I want you to shave down here," he said, while pushing the vibrator over her inner lips.
"No! Alright, yes I'll do it," she gasped. It would mean being untied, so of course she would agree.
She decided to go along with it in the hope of getting free. Not just free of the tights wrapped around her wrists and ankles. It was the powerful grip on her emotions he wielded that needed to be broken. So many images flashed through her mind, it was hard to think straight. What would her colleagues say if they could see her like this?
"Just untie me and I'll shave, down there," she pleaded.
He untied her feet, which she left spread out across the bed feeling too weak to haul her legs together. He lifted her up, plonking her down onto the floor. Resting on hands and knees she tried to get her head straight. He had a way of trapping her into doing such naughty things.
"What now," she complained. Let him have his fun then perhaps the novelty will wear off. It occurred to her that she had tried this before, and it had only got her deeper into trouble.
He fastened a collar around her neck. It was embarrassing, though it could have been worse. When he pulled on the leash she crawled along beside him. Softened up by two orgasms she had little fight left.
When they reached the bathroom she was panting. She was still on a high from one climax after another. The humiliation from crawling naked, at a student's feet, was arousing her yet again. Knowing him so well meant there was little chance of being let off the promise. He positioned her on the floor and squirted foam over her tender flesh.
