It was late Wednesday night. Teacher always worked later these nights, making sure to get what he needed to support his habits. She enjoyed being the student, and every Wednesday was class. Usually she had it at night, except on rare occasions where class would go on all day. Teacher had even invested in a small schooldesk with the chair that was attached to it. Classic, with its chipped of paint and yellow plastic chair, the desk that opened up to reveal compartments. Only Teacher was allowed to open this up though, as he had the key. He kept it locked with a padlock that daintily jingled on the side as she was moving it into the middle of the bedroom.

That was always first. Always put the desk in the middle of room, that way she could sit and learn from Teacher. After she had it situated just right, she'd go back to the closet where she had fetched the desk from, and get out her school uniform. It was kept neatly in her backpack from when she actually attended high school. Rather fitting, really.

She went into the bathroom portion of her room and laid everything out on the counter. Her white stockings that ran a good course of her legs with a trim and neat white bow at the top of each one, the red plaid skirt that came down to mid-thigh to meet the stockings, the nice white button-up tee with short sleeves and a collar. She made sure that her bra was white today as well as her thong panties, as to make sure it blended with the shirt and looked conforming when Teacher did inspection. Everything fit her well, but her favorite part of the outfit was pulled out of the backpack last.

Her three inch heeled mary janes came out, and as always she made sure to inspect them for any scuffs or spots. One day she came home from work early to polish them. Everything had to be good for Teacher, it was one of the class rules. She placed these on the counter as well, letting them shine in the light. They were made of patent leather, not the shiny vinyl she had seen most girls running around with. She checked for spots on them, and a smile ran across her face as she looked at the heel of them.

Three inches was good, as it brought her near Teachers height. He was a tall Teacher, and despite her tall and model-like frame, she needed help to stand up to him. She knew Teacher enjoyed them well. She could meet him eye to eye when giving her oral recitals.

She shed off her clothing from the day and began dressing in her favorite outfit, taking care to make sure the stockings were in place well. Bows on side, and make sure that they meet the skirt when standing. Then the shirt, buttoned up to the second-to-last button to leave breathing room. She made sure that was all in place, and then grabbed the mary-janes.

She waltzed over to the desk, and slipped them on her feet with excitement. She strapped them in, ran her hands up her legs to make sure everything was smooth and stood up. Immediately the height difference was noticeable, and as she looked in the mirror to see everything in place, she noticed Teacher behind her. A startled gasp escaped her mouth, but then she smiled and turned around, putting her hands ever so innocently behind her back.

"Good evening, Teacher," she said smiling, pivoting a foot back and forth in that schoolgirl manner that always made Teacher smile. She looked him over. He always had is own style to him. Black shirt, black slacks with the black doc martens, a red tie and a trench coat. Today he had left his hair soft, not gelling it or treating it. Just leaving it to run back in its natural demeanor. He took off his coat and set it on her bed, and placed his briefcase alongside it, smiling.

"Good evening, Eileen," he replied in a warm tone. "I always enjoyed watching you dress in your school outfit."

"How much of that did you see, Sir?" she asked curiously, bringing her hands to the front and standing straight. He smiled.

"I saw what I liked to," he responded. That was good enough for her, as she knew what Teacher liked.

He took to inspecting the room, making sure everything was in order. Despite it not being a classroom, he wanted to make sure that his teaching area was in good order. She watched him as he checked the details, nervous as always to see if there was something messy. But she smiled when he turned around to her, smiling. She had passed.

"Good job on your room," Teacher commented. "Now, come here for inspection."

Immediately she came over in a few steps, standing at attention while he looked over the clothing. His hands graced occasional parts, feeling the soft clothing. She knew Teacher's hands wandered down to her legs. That was one of his favorite subjects, and she was glad that they were long for him, covered in the stockings.

Finally he came to the skirt. She couldn't look down to see much of what he was looking at since she was at attention, but her body told her what he was feeling. His hand ran over the top of the skirt, to the stocking and then up on the inside of the thigh, giving a gentle squeeze and lifting the skirt. Finally a finger graced her white thong to feel its softness, and ran across her clit. A slight bit of exhiliration ran inside of her, but she maintained attention.

Finally, his hands wandered further and further down her leg, as he inspected her shoes. His hands continued caressing her legs as he looked for any blemishes, and soon came back up and stood eye to eye with her.

"You pass inspection, Eileen. Nicely done," he finished. She smiled, glad to have passed inspection. If she didn't, usually she was sent to the corner with a toy that didn't allow her the reward she liked, but let it loom in front of her like a donkey with a carrot.

"Okay, you may go have a seat," he confirmed. He turned around to approach his briefcase, and she went to sit down at her desk. She sat in it, slightly bent forward. The desk was somewhat small, but it served its purposes. She laid her forearms on the desk and laced her finger together, and placed her legs together with her toes pointing forward. She didn't need to, but she enjoyed it. Obedience was always rewarded and when she did things very well, she was always rewarded. She watched Teacher go through a few things in his briefcase and then shut it, turning around to her. He went to the desk chair and sat in it, turning it to face her desk.

"Okay, Eileen. Tell me what we went over last week," he commanded in his teaching tone. Clearing her throat, she started.

"Last week we went over giving head, the use of the hand and the different positions to do that in," she started, already becoming aroused from the memory of those lessons. "including on the knees, when the recipient is lying down and sixty-nine style. We also went over how to stimulate the penis when the hands are not available, and how to work past the gag reflex."

"Good," he answered. "What did we conclude that session with? Do you remember?"

How could she not?

"You used your wand on me and warmed me up, and we finished by practicing sex from behind with me bent over this desk," she beamed. That was a good lesson last week.

"Excellent, Eileen. You remember things well," he concluded. She remembered a lot of things he did to her. It was always fun at school.

He looked over his paperwork some more. She chimed in, "What is our lesson tonight, Teacher?"

He looked up from his paperwork. "Would you want to learn about ropework and erogenous zones?" Immediately she bit her lip and nodded. "Yes teacher, I would enjoy that very much."

"Good," he said, placing his papers on the desk. He rubbed his neck a little bit, then cracking it. "Eileen, I have had a stressful day. Would you mind giving me your attention for a little bit so that I can teach you well?"

"Absolutely, Sir," she replied. How he asked for things was all so subtle, but when she had gone over the glossary with him earlier on, she learned the meanings for a lot of things. Giving attention was one of her favorite activities since she got to be creative. She scooted out of her desk and stood up, straightening her skirt and walking over to him. She sat on top of him and he moved his arms to the armrests so she could have free touch over his entire body.

She positioned herself carefully, and started by running her fingers through Teacher's hair. It was soft since it was combed without gel today, and she enjoyed that. After doing that for a few minutes to send him in a minor trance, she moved her hands down the sides of his face, feeling his definitive facial features. She followed her hands with kissing, lightly caressing his cheeks with her lips. She then moved over to his ears as her hands moved down his neck to his chest, and she touched the toned out body he had.

As she nibbled on his ears, he breathed in deeply, and she felt the grin grow across Teacher's face. As she did this, she moved her hands back up his chest and down his arms, and moved his hands onto her legs. Immediately they responded by slowly running up and down her thighs and up to her hips occasionally, giving them a nice squeeze.

Moving her hands down his chest, she moved down to his pants, feeling his thighs as he felt hers, and moved up ever so closely to his cock. Moving her lips down to his neck, she could see the bulge forming there, and she smiled a little bit.

"Hmm... may I have an oral review of last weeks lesson?" she said delicately into his ear. "I want to make sure that I got some things correct."

His smile widened. "Yes you may, Eileen. Your grade from this activity will reflect in how much I teach in your lesson today."

That made her even more aroused and anxious, and slowly she moved herself further down his body, feeling his cock gently through his pants. She moved her hands up as she sank down to her knees on the floor, feeling for the buckle and the hook for his pants. Her mouth moved to caress his cock as she undid his pants, and he shifted slightly in his chair, taking another deep breath.

He wasn't wearing any boxers or briefs tonight, which relieved her a little. It was less for her to work around. Slowly she guided his cock out of the pants, rubbing it gently with her hands, running them up and down. She started licking the v-line, putting pressure on it with her tongue. This illicited a light growl from Teacher; she knew she was doing a good job.

After licking around the cock, she moved her mouth up and moved her hands away, feeling his chest again. She took it and brought it inside her mouth, taking it down about halfway. She knew she would learn to go down further later on, but it was good enough to get a small moan from Teacher. She continued working up and down Teacher's cock slowly, making sure to enjoy the taste.

His hands started to squeeze the chair after a few minutes of play, and she knew he was getting close. She started moaning against his cock, sealing her lips tighter on him as she started moving a little faster. She moved one hand down to hold it in place as she applied pressure with her tongue on the v-line, pushing her lips tighter around his cock.

"You're... doing a good job so far, Eileen. Finish this so we may continue.... mmm... our other lessons." She was eager to taste, and started moving and pushing him as fast as she could. She was enjoying herself immensely, becoming hornier knowing she was pleasing Teacher.

Finally Teacher came in her mouth, and she moaned loudly, bringing her hand to move alongsider her mouth to hit all of the hot zones on his cock. She held his sperm in her mouth as she finished him off, waited until he started relaxing, and then slowly moved off of him and went to the sink, spitting out the pleasure she made.

As she was washing up, she saw Teacher move up behind her. When she finished watching, Teacher turned her around, twisted one hand behind her back and brought her neck forward to his mouth with his other hand.

As soon as he bit down on the side of her neck, chills immediately went through her body. He moved his hand behind her back to meet the one twisted behind her back, and they laced fingers together. He continuted biting her so aggresively, and his hand moved down from her neck, down her chest and down to her hips. She moved a leg up and wrapped it around Teacher's hips as his hand rubbed and squeezed on the stockings firmly.

Slowly he stopped, and let her go gently. She took in a few deep breaths, and recomposed herself as he moved away, looking at her and composing himself as well.

"Thank you, teacher," she said, rubbing her neck. It wasn't sore... it was different. But it felt extremely good and she still felt the shivers going down her spine. She saw Teacher adjusting his tie and putting his shirt back in place.

"Ready for your next lesson?" Teacher asked Eileen. She smiled and nodded. "Yes... yes, sir," she replied as she came and stood next to him.

"Good. Please, sit back down in your desk," he pointed, and she immediately sat back down in it. Just as she was going to place her hands on it, she heard Teacher reaching for his keys. She leaned back instead. He was getting inside the desk.

After fumbling with his keys for a few minutes, he found the right one and unlocked the side of it. Inside there were all kinds of restraints. Rope, handcuffs, thumbcuffs, leather restraints and collars. She knew he had more, but this is what Teacher could fit in there while keeping it organized. He reached in, grabbed all of the rope and a collar. He then closed the desk and locked it back up.

"Hold your hair up," he commanded. She pulled all of her light blonde hair out of the way and the leather collar wrapped around her neck, welcoming it in its grasp. He locked the backside with a small lock. It never got in the way. She barely even noticed it when she would lie down with it.

After finishing that, he pulled away and began undoing the bundles of rope. She let her hair back down, briefly touching the collar and then putting her hands back on the desk. She knew Teacher was creative with his rope, and she had her collar on. She smiled, partially in feeling good and partially for anticipation.

"Put your hands behind the chair," Teacher commanded again. She immediately did, leaning back and holding them there. He started doing his work, tying her hands to the chair from behind, and roping the torso to the chair as well. He then made sure the hands were secure by bringing the elbows somewhat close together as to keep them comfortable but still restricted.

He finished with the top and she gently checked her bounds. She knew she wasn't going anywhere, but she was still curious to see what he was going to do. Soon he grabbed her ankles and pulled them back, tying them to the back legs of the chair. It would have pulled her forward and down had he not secured the torso to the back of the chair.

Examining this, she realized what he had done. Teacher had left her clit exposed. He then got out the wand... what a thing it was. It was very powerful and capable of warming her up. She always had trouble getting off with just a vibrator alone when she wasn't manipulating it herself, but how he used it on her made her come very close to orgasming. It was almost as if it was intentional.

He planted the head of the wand right against her clit, taping it down in place so it wouldn't wander off. He then ran the power cord to an extension, and plugged it in. He came back up behind her, ran his hands up her bound arms and down her chest and frontside, running them down her thighs and then running a hand to the vibrator and resting a finger on the switch.

"I always try to make my lessons worthwhile. Do you think this one is going to be?" he asked. Her body was shaking with anticipation.

"God, yes Teacher," she finally replied. With that, his finger pushed down on the switch and the wand came to life, immediately starting in on making her insides warm up. It wouldn't be long before she was ready for the end of the lesson.

He went back to his briefcase, and pulled out a cloth. Starting to become dazed, she kept focus on what he was doing. She looked down at the vibrator. She knew it was going to make her a little wet and get the panties wet too, but as she was looking down that cloth went right over her eyes. She was blindfolded.

Teacher tied the knot off on the back of her head, and she was forced to try and listen to what Teacher was doing. After a few seconds, over the vibrating against the plastic she heard him seat himself in the chair. But after that it was completely inaudible. She couldn't hear anything but the vibrator, and she slowly started losing concentration.

Heavy breathing started escaping her delicate lips, and she let her head rest forward. She was starting to become wet, and the vibrator was doing its job. She couldn't concentrate on where she was, as her clit was being stimulated fairly powerfully. It started getting more wet down there, and she felt the tingling beginning in her toes...

Was it possible? Was she approaching orgasm? It hadn't happened with a vibrator before, but then again Teacher had never left her alone with his. She felt the orgasm subside, but then she felt Teacher reach and hit the button again, turning up the vibrator.

Gasping and moaning fairly highly, she couldn't concentrate. She was struggling against her secure bonds to help compensate for the power that was at her clit, but it was becoming a desperate fight not to orgasm... she was fighting the orgasm and losing.

"Teacher... ohh Jesus, Teacher," she tried talking. "I am going to come..."

"You can't without my permission," he replied solemnly.

"Ohhh... dammit, I can't hold it for long," she said, still moaning and squirming. "Please Teacher, can I come?"

She only heard the vibrator moaning against her clit, and it in turn was making her moan. She couldn't hold it any longer.

"Teacher, please! I need to come!" she exclaimed, struggling hard against her bounds. Finally she heard, "You may."

All at once she released, and her body started shaking and twisting against her bonds. Moans, almost screams were escaping her mouth. Suddenly she felt Teacher's hand cover her mouth, and she let loose against it. The muffled sounds turned her on even more, and she started settling down. Teacher let his hand off her mouth, but the wand continued working away. She knew she was on a second rise. It was always easier to come after the first time.

Her chest heaved up and down, trying to recover and still disoriented. The blindfold came off and she was able to see Teacher walking with it to the chair. His pants, socks and shoes were completely off, and he was sitting in the chair stroking himself. He was hard again.

"Now tell me, Eileen," he started. "Do you want to conclude your lesson on a hard note or on an easy note?"

"Hard note, please," she said, trying to keep concentration.

"You want me to fuck you senseless?" he asked in an aggressive tone.

"God, yes please Teacher," she got out, her clit coming onto a second climax. She saw teacher get up and go behind her, and his hands felt her entire frontside. After feeling her thighs again, he started undoing her legs and soon they were resting on the floor again. But it changed the position and made the wand work harder against her clit. A loud moan escaped her lips as the orgasm came closer.

"Teacher..." she started again between breaths. But within a few seconds the ropes were all undone and he immediately pulled her off the chair and threw her onto the bed. She laid there for a brief second, and he was on top of her again, man-handling her to get her panties off. He then grabbed around her waist and pulled her up to all fours, scooting her forward and penetrating her from behind.

He put his hands on her waist and started pulling her back, thrusting in deep and hard. Eight inches was filling every wall inside of her, and she was close. "Teacher... please?" she pleaded between moans.
"You may," he replied. Immediately her hands gripped the bed as he pounded as fast and hard as he could. After her second climax, he pulled out and grabbed around her waist. Flipping her onto her backside, he dove into her again, sitting up on his knees and holding her legs over one shoulder. She remembered this. It was the cello position.

He went slowly this time, working his hips in different directions to get her to her third orgasm with grace and gentleness. With each thrust her hands squeezed the bed, and his hands ran up and down her legs, caressing them, and occasionally working to the mary-janes, feeling them in appreciation.

She bit her lip in between moans. She was getting close again, but the orgasm felt like it was filling her whole. It was building up inside all of her.

"Do you want to finish this lesson together," he asked. She nodded vigorously, "Yes Teacher, I want to finish this lesson with you."

"Good. Tell me when you're going to come again," he commanded, and continued working away at her. Slowly it was filling her up. She could feel tingling in her hands, her legs where he caressed with his hands, in her chest. It was going to explode inside of her soon.

"Teacher... oh, can I come again?"

"Yes you may," he replied. And he kept working away. As soon as he felt the muscles tighten inside of her, he pounded away fast and hard again.

She quickly grabbed for a pillow and covered her face, screaming into it. Her orgasm exploded throughout, causing goosebumps and the shakes. He immediately came at that point, gripping her legs tight and growling menacingly.

He slowed down, and finally pulled out and laid beside her. She let the pillow off her face and breathed heavily to recover. She felt like she wasn't on the bed at all, as if she was lifted off of it, floating on air. Slowly her mind recollected.

...what a good lesson it was.