I knew you from school. For three years, you had become my favorite teacher and a good friend. You taught, frolicked with the other students, occasionally gave me special attention that you knew I didn’t mind. On field trips I loved being with you, you told exciting stories, knew a lot about the world, and although we were more than 15 years apart, I was very fond of you. There was a tension between us, or rather, there was a tension in me. Photo from Heras, like to play the BDSM game with her?


Little things, feeling your body as we raced across the country on the bike, you in front, me in back, my arms around your body, and every time we had to stop because there were too many flies along the way, all of which got under the sunglasses. You also stayed over sometimes, me in my student bed, you neatly in a bed next to it, chatting happily, getting drunk together, looking at the naked pictures you took of others, and you’re never asking me to pose. Would I have done it if you had asked?

At the time, I would have said no; Just 19, I didn’t know anything about the world yet, but found everything wildly interesting. Your pictures excited me, you excited me. The power and superiority that you radiated had a magical effect on me. I knew from an early age that I preferred to lose. As a nine-year-old child, I wanted nothing more than to be caught by the army of boys chasing the group of girls. I would get tied up in the tree house, and try to get loose, but struggling with the ropes was more fun than getting loose.

Kidnapping dreams, where I was always taken by the crooks.

Kidnapping dreams, where I was always taken by the crooks and abused or mistreated, thrown in the corner like old trash, and picked up and used again. My little face covered in feigned tears, my clothes torn to pieces and my crotch sore from the many assaults… I enjoyed those dreams. Other boyfriends never understood my hints, they actually enjoyed being dominated by a woman more. But I didn’t care about any of that. “Take me!” I wanted to scream, “Fuck me, rape me!” But you had that special one. And you knew it. You had me figured out from the first day you saw me, and for three years we circled around each other, feeling there would be no escape. Whenever I was horny, and my hands disappeared between my legs, I thought of you.

I slowly stroked my clit, stroked my fingers along my labia, and in my mind felt your hands around my neck. I rubbed my vibrator through my pussy, wanting you to pull the ropes even tighter. And I came softly moaning and begging for mercy. It was winter, I had agreed to visit you, and was punctually at the station, you kissed me, were happy to see me, and I you too. In the café, you were already looking at me penetratingly. We had both had a few drinks, and fell into each other laughing.

Your hand wandered, stroking along my nipple, and you pressed a firm kiss to my mouth. Laughingly, I kissed back; after all, you were my teacher. By the time we arrived rocking home to you, I was actually too drunk. You handed me a chair, and asked me to take off my coat. I looked at your pictures through the new ones that were on the table, and looked interested at the picture of a young woman with her arms tied. You had a whole series of beautiful pictures there with the woman bound and constricted on her back. You poured some more, and sat down across from me.

The wine tasted strange, but I didn’t pay attention to that anymore.

The wine tasted strange, but I didn’t pay attention to that anymore, I was weak and tipsy, and I didn’t care much anymore. I was happy to be with you. “You’re horny, ” you said. I didn’t say anything back, but just looked, the world was spinning even more than before, and I thought everything was fine “good,” he said “never mind, you’ve had too much, let’s go to sleep. Come lay with me.” He grabbed the blanket and helped me into his twin bed. I had undressed, only my underpants still on, and shivered against the cold sheets.

It was freezing outside, and in your bedroom it wasn’t very warm anymore. My nipples rubbed against the covers, hard from the cold draft, and as the room continued to spin I felt myself slowly sinking into a languid sleep state. Half an hour later, I felt movement next to me in the bed. I thought you were asleep. I suddenly felt your cold fingertips slowly glide over my skin, across my belly, which made me shiver, and slowly to my nipples. Slowly you circled the little pink tips, then pulled on them teasingly, harder and harder. I wanted to turn around, say it was just a little too hard, but found that I was restricted in all my movements.

I panicked, thinking I was sick, that it was because of the drink, but you firmly placed your hand over my mouth and squeezed it shut. “Shhh” you said. ” For the next few hours you won’t be able to move… don’t worry, it was in the wine, and it will pass…. I promise you’ll like it… and if not I will…” You turned me around, lifted my limp and willowy body, and laid me on the table. My head hung over one side, my lower legs dangled over the other. The cold wooden board under my back sent a shudder through my body. Your hands slid down my stomach, to my little black panties, and gently stroked the slice where my clit was….

I could still feel that. My body reacted violently, but I still couldn’t move. In the intoxication of the drink my thoughts were still swirling up and down, I didn’t even realize that you were slowly cutting the panties off me with scissors. Teasingly you moved the sharp of the scissors over my skin, drew scratches in it, watched my reactions tensely. For a moment you looked surprised. Just above my clit was a small piercing. You smiled . ” nice toy girl, I didn’t know that yet… beautiful…” Not much I could do.

A light moan was all I could utter. I heard your voice far away. “I’m going to do something now that you want. Maybe you didn’t know it, but this is what you always wanted, I knew it when I saw you, and when I saw the way you looked at the pictures” I saw you grab a rope, and you tied my feet to the table legs. It wasn’t necessary, I knew, because I could hardly move, but the sturdy rope gave me a tremendously horny feeling, how it scraped along my legs. You also tied both my arms to the table, so that I lay completely helpless, but with my legs spread. I suddenly felt the warmth of a lamp on my naked body, and all around me, I heard the clicking of a camera.

It seemed like an hour, that you were walking around me.

It seemed like an hour, that you were walking around me, capturing me from every possible angle on the plate. The pictures, I thought. You went away and left me lying there. A few minutes later you came back, you had some things with you. You didn’t speak, but looked briefly to see that I was still there. In my stupor, I saw that you were holding a pair of clamps. You bent down, to my breasts, and took my nipples in your mouth for a moment. The sucking was nice, I wanted more, and moaned. You gave me a punishing pat around my cheek. “No-no, we’ll wait a little longer with that” And with a tap you secured my left nipple in a nasty little clamp with tiny teeth.

A pain shot through me, and a flurry of flaming red was before my eyes, and before I had recovered from it the other nipple underwent exactly the same thing. I went wild in my head, wanting to scream, and shout that I just wanted to go to bed, and nothing else, but I couldn’t do anything, and looked at you glassily. You saw pain in my eyes, and gave me a kiss on my mouth. “Good girl, very good… yummy? I’ll give you something else to think about for a while” And your tongue slowly slid between my legs, searching for my clit. The little pink knob stood up neatly, and you sucked on it for a moment. “All is well…all is well” you said, and I felt the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Your hands went to my buttocks slowly to my asshole, and as you continued to lick I felt you smeared some cold around my hole.

Your finger circled it, then slid in and out very gently, and a little deeper still. I loved it, and took the pain in stride. When I felt something thick against my asshole I blinked for a moment, it was cold, thick and did not slide in easily. I saw you look up, assessing my condition, and then you pushed through… There was the pain again, you turned and pushed the dildo in, securing it with some straps. I was a big pain, everything twisted and hurt, and I felt full and humiliated. You smiled and looked at me. I wanted to spit at you, scold you, but couldn’t do anything. You must have seen something, because you said ” it will be better in a minute, believe me…”

And you were right… the flaming pain gave way to a burning sensation, and my body began to do things I had no control over. I was getting horny. And not just a little, but a lot. I felt my pussy getting moist, opening up a little, and my clit swelling. My nipples were getting hard, the clamps only pushing harder into the flesh now, and you were quietly watching. “Nice, huh?” I wanted to be fucked, hard and slow, and you knew that. But you also knew it wasn’t time yet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw you grab something, when the first stroke landed on my breasts I knew what it was.

The whips burned on my white breasts.

The whips burned on my white breasts, and red stripes and striae appeared, running crisscross along my nipples. I wanted to squirm in pain, but my muscles wouldn’t tighten. The pain didn’t stop, got stronger and stronger, you kept pounding, and my skin started to bleed here and there. When you saw that, you stopped, looked at me, and winked. Without averting your gaze, you ran your tongue along one of the bloody welts. Your gaze went right through me. It wound you up, I could see that. My paralyzed body under you, my bound legs and arms and my tortured breasts.

Everything ached around my nipples. I had already forgotten about the dildo, gently my asshole was still burning. You pulled on both clamps again to make sure they were secure, and when I managed to produce a growl deep from my throat you slapped me across the face, “Don’t.” My head was still hanging over the edge, and you walked around the table to get near my lips. I heard you unbuckle your belt, unbutton your fly, and before I noticed, your erection was pressing against my lips, and further in. Your warm glans slid down into my throat, and I wanted to gag.

Slowly you began to fuck my mouth, I felt your glans pass my lips and then back in, and wanted it not to happen. Your hands were over my neck, firmly, you weren’t squeezing too hard, but I was getting tight from everything that was happening got tears in my eyes from your throbbing erection against my throat. I felt you jerk, your hands squeezing together, and I was afraid you would forget me. You kept squeezing, and I felt the blood drain from my head. I was getting dizzy, and my emotions were throwing me every which way.

My body reacted all wrong. I felt my pussy getting wet again, and the grip on my throat made me very excited. When you finished in my throat I was far away, hardly knowing what was happening anymore, and swallowed in a reflex. Your hands let go, you removed your cock from my mouth, and gently stroked your hands through my hair. My eyes filled with tears, my lips full of your seed, and my body crazy with horniness. I was completely out of it and didn’t know what I wanted. You did. ” Come girl,” you said, ” … you were very good, you know. You were very sweet and good.” And you walked around the table, to my pussy, and brought your head down. You pulled at the piercing with your teeth for a moment, and gave it a playful lick.

Your tongue continued to my clit and your hand played with your own cock. ” You make me horny, pretty girl…for years, and you know it…” That you didn’t say my name only made me hornier. I was completely at the mercy of what you wanted to do, but at the same time it was my wildest fantasy. Then, without announcing it , you pulled the dildo out of my tight asshole, and pushed your cock in.

The movement hurt for a moment, but my pained hole was already very wide, and I had slowly become numb to the pain. Your fingers pushed into my pussy, your thumb on my clit, and hard you pushed your cock up and down my buttock. You could feel yourself getting tight, and my pussy was closing around your fingers. Horny as I was, I felt the muscles in my pussy tighten. The surrounding colors grew brighter, your moans faded into the distance, and I felt my whole body tingle.

From my toes came the feeling, harder and harder, I wanted to jerk, your fingers kept pumping and I felt your cock growing, harder and harder and I felt you squirt, and came in a great way the horny gushing out between my lips, over your fingers, but my muscles could not tighten and my whole body was tight with adrenaline. You took your cock out of my ass, took the dildo, and pushed it deep into my pussy. And slowly you started fucking me deep again. Still tight from the previous orgasm, I could already feel the horniness rising again, and you pulled firmly on the clamps on my nipples for a while.

Explosively, I came three times. The feeling of happiness overwhelmed me, I lay there without moving, but saw stars, colors, and felt an immense warmth move through my body. You stopped your movements after three times, looked at me, bent over me, and kissed me full on my lips. You untied the ropes, picked me up slowly, and laid me back in the bed on the floor, with your head facing me. And you kissed me. First on my forehead, on my cheeks, gently licking my pained breasts, and kissing my belly. “thank you” you said. “thank you…” That’s how I fell asleep.

The next morning you were already looking at me when I woke up, I stretched my stiff muscles , and for a moment felt the pain of yesterday again. But I was intensely grateful, and knew that this would happen again, and was happy that I could call you my friend.

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