A Teacher's Guiding Hand (The New World Fool and Kiari03)
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				Title: <strong>A Teacher's Guiding Hand (The New World Fool and Kiari03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiari03</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 23:50:23</strong>
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				It was on a Friday night about half past seven when Andrea's knees hit the beige carpet of her teacher's home in nothing more than a the suit that she had been born in. Her heart fluttered as she searched his face for an indication of just how mad or irritated he might be with her for ditching classes again to smoke some pot, but mid-terms were fast approaching and she felt like if she hadn't had that time to chill, she was going to deck her ass wipe of a Calculus teacher. Andrea's green eyes were always sharp and able to read people like an open book, but with her teacher, it was a completely different story from day one. He made her flustered and confused, confirming her at times to be the weaker sex as he claimed. The look in his eyes had told her what position he wanted her in and like an obedient little girl, she placed both hands behind her back secretly hoping for a compliment that may or may not come. <br><br>A crimson mask flushed her cheeks when he began to strap her into a snug box tie that made it impossible for her to protect herself against one of his favorite forms of delicious torture. The rope harness that pressed her fair breasts together uncomfortably close, but made them perfectly round and perkier than they would naturally be. It also pushed her small pink nipples up high into the air, searching for a stray and gentle touch. The rough rope often chaffed and worked against her soft skin, but she enjoyed the feeling of it rubbing against her flat tummy, into the cracks of her ass, and up again through the lips of her drenched pussy. By the end, she never wished for these ropes to come off, even if she had resisted them at first. His hand granted her such an affectionate one that a shiver shot from the tip of her bud down to the base of her spine, forcing from her lips a soft gasp that filled the room with this one sound. <br><br>"I'm sorry, for missing c-class today.... I just n-needed time to unw-wind." She was so horrible at speaking when he was busy tying her up with a crotch knot that rubbed the rough twined thread against her sensitive outer lips. Her body bolted up right and she whimpered in sweet agony as he gave the rope a quick twist, steadily milking the nectar from deep within her crevice. Soon, the rope that was rubbing her lips would become darker and completely drenched with her fluids as she tried to resist calling out for her teacher to fondle her, like she always ended up doing. The first time, it had taken less than five minutes to break her with desire, but she had come a long way under her teacher's tutelage. He twisted the rope for what felt like an eternity until she admitted her pleasure with whimpers and a gentle moan, dropping her to slouch and recover with deep breaths. Each breath stretched the ropes, poking her erect nipples out even further, and each time the rope stretched, it rubbed the coarse material over her lips over and over, making her eventually drunk with desire. She felt so calm and alive under his complete control. He knew how to make her gasp, moan, scream, and experience pleasures that she hadn't known were possible, but this was their game. She always resisted at first, trying to act as though the ties were longer effective and that she had finally gained the upper hand. However, the desperate look of wanting as she stared at her beloved teacher always betrayed her in the end. She swallowed back hard to stop herself from calling out to him in that sweet voice that said 'teacher, please take me...'. However, more than anything as these ropes stimulated and caressed her with her own hands powerless to stop it, she prayed that he would at least slip his fingers into the depths of her pussy where these ropes could never reach. To pinch her nipples that so ached for his teeth. To press his body into hers as he took her like he wanted to again and again.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Teacher's Guiding Hand (The New World Fool and Kiari03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyubey</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 02:51:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sebastian (http://killicy.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/agatsuma_soubi.jpg) Reidhardt (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAKbIYf8btM/SoHpTVxyn-I/AAAAAAAAADo/yPwRPtYQz5Q/s320/Loveless-soubi.jpg)<br><br>Andrea (http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w248/lololol12345_078/Florencia.jpg)</span><br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Everyone in the faculty refused to take in Andrea as their protegee. Looking through her case file would yield every single indication of being a troublemaker with sufficient backing to get out of trouble every time. Parole for breaking the Chapel windows? 3 times. Having sex in the storage room twice? Caught smoking illegal substances in a student VIP lounge for the wealthy? It was she who planned it. Slacker extraordinaire who manages to pull off Honor roll every year in her Junior High days. Was it through bribery, or pure skill? Having heard from Professor Jennings about the quality of her writing, he was one of the only people not to play the skeptic, believing that what she had written had come from the soul, not from a professional savant-for-hire. And that was what told him she was 'redeemable'.<br><br>They had met for atleast 6 months. She saw him on average a good 14 hours a day during the Weekdays, 9 hours during the weekend. They had had a total of 20 bondage sessions, 9 of which were done within the public eye. Contrary to what he had initially believed, she was rather easy to tame, due in part to her sensitivity both emotionally and sensually. He found that despite against her will, at the beginning she was so sensitive that in a bare 4 or 5 minutes she could climax merely from his fingers fondling her erogenous zones. Pinching, licking, kissing and suckling all lower that number cumulatively with each Orgasm harder than the other. But as any good master would, he trained her to hold in her own climatic orgasms not only to please her Master, but to also reinforce the idea that her body belonged to Sebastian Reinhardt.<br><br>And learn she did well. Her hands, gentle and fine from digit to digit rested closely against her elbows behind her, the strain of the position wearing against her nerves witnessing an involuntary twitch or two as the ropes constricted and constrained. A cord two ropes thick wrapped above and below her voluptuous B-cup breasts, hoisted finely against coarse hemp rope, connecting the two harness ropes with a V from the centre, isolating each bosom as to focus all attention to each one. This gave her breasts a characteristically seductive curve, cleavage well displayed even though she was stark naked. He spoke no word of praise nor love, merely stroking her ebon black tresses and kissing her cheek and exhaling his warm breath on her neck, the warmth a thrill to her skin, flustered and inflamed for where the ropes tread.<br><br>The Crotchrope was something she both loved and hated. With it, he easily controlled her desires, her ultra sensitive peach vulnerable to sustained arousal that could then break down all meaningless resistance, letting her melt into a maelstrom of lust and uncontrollable desire. Tightening the crotchrope, his hands trailed from her left cheek, past her anus and onto her engorged, throbbing clit lips. His figure slowly slipped behind her, kneeling on the carpet of his living room his figure knelt taller than her own, gentle deft hands poking, caressing and pinching. The knot tied on the middle of the crotchrope bumped and rubbed with such arousal, tickling the senses and pulling her mind into a haze of desire and arousal. <strong>"Skipping classes again, Miss Andrea?"</strong> said the voice from behind, the darkness cloaking all in a veil of pristine moonlight, her body pale and her hair glistening beautifully. <strong>"I thought we've been through this...time and time again you refuse to obey me...do you loathe your master?"</strong> grasping the rope at her front waist, he pulled up slightly, turning clockwise to let the rope twist and rub, the knot further intensifying every feeling, for every second he had done so. His grip still tight, he refused to yield and release. <br><br><strong>"Tell me, My Slave Andrea...do you loathe your Master Sebastian?" </strong>he asked, his voice as sweet as honey yet venomous as a cobra's sting. Her feminine essence flowed, the sticky secretion dampening the ropes to a darker hue, spots on the floor left a testament to her sensitive figure. If she could orgasm with merely rope and foreplay, how would she handle his loving embrace, venturing further down into the dark side of Kink? <strong>"You know what words you desire to say, Slave. So say them."</strong> Cruel yet generous, vengeful and caring, this was the command of her beloved Master. His hand continued to pull, ropes digging at her side as her juices began almost to drip in trace quantities, from her wet core to her bare thighs or onto the floor. "Oh dear. You're making a mess all over. Lick your pussy juices off my carpet. This is an order." he sat up on his chair, crossing his legs and leaning to the side in a sigh of bare amusement. He always sat a tad bit higher than her, preferring to show his dominance in no way other than to sit or stand higher than her. Only when he was playing with her flesh would he stoop as low as her, period.<br><br>His voice was commanding, that smooth voice that one could simply never refuse. And thus was the end of Sebastian's training to the otherwise indomitable trouble Queen of Pinegrove Academy, Andrea. A sly smirk curving his lips, he watched with intent. For sure he would have to see her reactions and her response, after all she wasn't 'trained' to be a good slave for nothing. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Teacher's Guiding Hand (The New World Fool and Kiari03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiari03</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 05:13:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Her arms began to release dull waves of pain in protest to a position that they had become all too familiar with in the last six months. The pain started from the tips of her fingers and radiated up to the base of her shoulders and through her neck. She always wanted and wished for her master to give her a massage and sometimes he granted her this kindness, when she had been good. However, today she had been naughty and would most likely face a punishment for her reckless deeds. It wasn't like she had done it specifically to spite her master, rather, she had done it without him even in mind. If she admitted to that though, how much more trouble would she find herself in? She chose not to voice this truth as she squirmed and adjusted her twitching arms to the most comfortable position, inadvertently rubbing and moving the tight crotch rope against her swelling lips more. Andrea breathed a sigh of relief as he gently began to pet her ebony hair while giving her lips gentle kisses, prompting her mouth to crack open in the hopes that his lips may pay a visit there, his warm breath making her shake and shudder under his complete control. Andrea couldn't really remember how many times they had played this game or how this had all happened in the first place. It was something that she needed to investigate, but there was plenty of time to question and review her predicament later when she wasn't at the beckon call of her beloved master. <br><br>Andrea gasped and arched when his forceful hand came in contact with her plump ass cheeks while his other hand tightened the crotchrope, making her moan and twitch her hips involuntarily. Her heart was racing and her breaths were coming in gentle pants, increasing in ferocity the lower and closer his hands traveled to her inflamed clit. Andrea didn't care how much taller he wished to sit over her now, though at first, it had bothered her immensely. She had protested his act of objectifying her for his own personal uses, but her words held little strength against his actions when they made her melt so beautifully. Andrea bit down on her lower lip and moaned loudly, finishing off with a loud whimper of restraint as he caressed, twisted, and prodded such a sensitive and exposed bundle of nerves while the knot rubbed up deep into her lips, making her legs quiver and then tighten around the knot and his hand. Arching her head back, she slouched into his chest, groaning with the exertion of holding in her desire to quickly come to a climax while in such a state of heated ecstasy. <br><br>She couldn't form a single thought as her bound hands pressed against his tight abs while her head arched back against his chest. Even if she couldn't see the wonderful way the moonlight hit his golden locks or piercing eyes, she could feel his heart beating rapidly against her back, feel his breath as it raised goosebumps across her neck, feel the gentle demand of cooperation from his fingers, and that was more than she felt she deserved. Her hips bucked against his hand once more, demanding an invasion, when he began to finally caress her ears with his seductively spoken velvet words. <br><br>"Y-Yes...master...I'm sorry.." She breathed, "Please.." dreading and tingling with anticipation of whatever he had planned next. Her heart tore as he questioned her loyalty and love of him, making her want to physically punish herself for causing her master pain. She opened her mouth to speak, to apologize again, but his hands were quicker. "A-AH!" She cried out as he pulled up on the rope, grinding the rough fabric into her lips with added pressure, forcing her to arch up on her knees as far as her ties would allow her. Her entire body was shaking and twitching as she fought against her bindings to escape the rope even as her legs defied her and squeezed together to make an airtight seal from which it could not escape until she was finished. "N-no! No! I love my master! I do! I'm sorry!" She begged, gasping for air when he finally did release her. While his voice was calm, collected, sweet, and dangerous, her's was desperate to please, uncertain, and boarding frantic. She blushed when he made mention of the words she knew that her lips would betray before this was over. Her eyes filled with desperate tears of pleasure and desperate need as she opened her mouth to speak, "Master I need-" But she was cut off when he took notice of the hot mess she had become and made all over his carpet. Looking down, she blushed as she took in the scent of her womanly musk that had begun to flood the room and felt the damp wetness dripping from her lips and down her thighs. <br><br>His words 'this is an order.' sealed the deal for Andrea. There was no way for her to deny him when he used that language or that tone of voice. It was simply too hypnotizing. "Y-Yes master. I understand...I'm sorry for making a mess.." She whispered, scooting back and gasping as the action loosened the crotchrope only to shove it back into it's warm sticky place. She clenched her hands that shook with exertion and looked at the small puddle on the floor that reeked of her. She whimpered and looked up at him uncertainly, knowing that bending with the crotchrope had been something that had thrown her over the edge more than once before. Taking a deep breath, she bent down until the tips of her nipples were brushing against the course carpeting as she stuck out a salivating tongue, moaning as the rope dug into her as her tight stretched ass elevated in the air far above her head. In an attempt to control herself from dripping more on his carpet, she squeezed her legs closed to limit the effect of the rope, but her efforts provided minimal relief as the tip of her tongue grazed across the juice soaked carpet. She moaned beautifully as she licked and lapped at her juices like a trained dog, her butt gently waving back and forth in the air from her attempts to keep her balance. To ensure a job well done, she bent even lower and suctioned the carpet into her mouth, drawing in every trace of herself with bated breath. <br><br>Her own taste was thick on her lips when she finished cleaning the spots on the carpet, she lifted her head and looked up at her master through her thick eyelashes before ever so slowly sitting back up, her chest heaving with hardly controlled restraint. "M-Master, please! I love you! I need to feel you deep inside of me, I need you have my body, now! Please, master!" She begged, her voice cracking as much as her will did not to beg this time. Her eyes were thick with tears of embarrassment from having had to lick up her own juices from his carpet, but also from desperate desire to feel him deep inside of her slick folds. Her arms were now throbbing with pain, but the rest of her body ignored their resistant struggle against the bonds as they shook and quivered. Andrea was so blinded by lust and enamored with her master that she would take him into her anyway he saw fit without questions asked...she would do anything to hear a kind word of praise that made her weak in the knees, to feel him fuck her slowly and deeply. Her very being showed it as she sat there on the ground, her legs spread on either side of her as a very thin string of saliva clung to her lower lip. "Let me please you..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Teacher's Guiding Hand (The New World Fool and Kiari03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyubey</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 01:02:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Love. That funny word.&nbsp; At a glance it would be strange to even note how someone like her would fall for a borderline misogynist, someone who enjoyed ties her helpless and taking advantage of her helplessness. If anything, why would she even enjoy bondage and sexual torment of this level? No one would suspect the billionaire's daughter and infamous troublemaker to be the English teacher's complete Bitch, one who would go so far as to degrade herself in front of him licking away her sensual fluids from the carpet of his flooring. He held an authority about him that was able to keep Andrea in more than a leash to control herself. He made it clear that if she disobeyed or broke any of his rules she would be punished without reprieve. Knowing Sebastian, he would stay true to his word.&nbsp; Oh the many ways he could punish her...he could simply grow hard by merely deliberating upon her next punishment.<br><br>Last time she disobeyed him, she had to go through school wearing 'Mr. Willy' &nbsp;(http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=268265), his favorite chastity belt consisting of a pink dildo that dug within her juicy folds, a butt plug that shoved itself within her anus, both vibrating at speeds that did not let her climax from yet could not allow her to ignore the invaders all day, the padlock clinking softly every time she walked. How priceless it was, flustered while trying to find an excuse as to why she was panting so loud before he heard a loud moan from the girl's bathroom. To make matters worse, he would often punish her for every orgasm he would catch her undergo, two was enough of a punishment to have her sit on a Sybian in the middle of the woods outside of the school grounds, orgasm after orgasm nearly catching the attention of a few wandering students and the custodian. My, would she really desire to relive such an embarrassing yet fulfilling moment of her life?<br><br>To make a once rational and feisty woman beg to be fucked hard in both hole, deeply and roughly was the fantasy of many but the reality of so few. Mastering his influence over Andrea, he had the liberty to refuse and torture her further, but indeed...this little encounter had made his own shaft erect from inside, shaft throbbing and pulsating. He was particularly into blowjobs as well, training Andrea to provide good head, expressing long sliding massages with her lips, sensuous tonguing and little error by way of her teeth or jaw. It took a bit of practice and even more punishments to get her to be good at oral sex, celebrating by forcing her to give head in an alleyway, forced to hold back her moans or her protests lest the rumors of her being a dirty whore be confirmed by actual evidence. Those lips of hers, atleast he gave her a new use for that sly tongue of her's, so accustomed to spitting out insults. Full red lips and a well used tongue...needless to say she became amazing at her art, making him cum at times way before the initial penetration begins. <br><br>Speaking of which, he was in the mood for one. Crossing his legs, Sebastian stroked Andrea's hair as she looked up to him. Smooth with the scent of lavender, his hands stroked her ebony black tresses, fingers running down feeling the silkiness of her well groomed hair. Taking a sniff, he smiled as he cupped her chin, forcing her to look up. For a moment, he totally disregarded her pleas for intercourse, whispering instead <strong>"You used the shampoo I wanted you to use...you deserve a reward, Slave."</strong> he whispered in half a breath before he kissed her lips passionately, leaving a trail of drool still sticking at her bottom lip and his. <strong>"For that, you will wear Mr. Willy tomorrow when you go ahead with your Macbeth presentation."</strong> Though at first she considered wearing the blasted chastity belt as a punishment, through his guiding hand she came to see it as a reward, proof that she was Sebastian Reinhardt's sex toy.<br><br><strong>"But first...let's put that skill of yours to the test. Give me a good oral cleaning, Slave."</strong> spreading out his legs, hands on the arms of the chair, he tilted his head slightly to the side. Knowing well of what she was to do, he planned it for her to have her hands bound to make it all the more harder for her. Blowjobs for him always started with a good hand job to restore a flaccid cock to its erect form, even though after all that struggling and moaning had him hard, tradition and the threat of punishment would compel her to do so regardless. With her hands bound, she would have no choice but to remove his pants with her teeth, a good exercise to see how strong her neck and upperbody was when it comes to giving him a blowjob without her hands.<br><br><strong>"Get to it."</strong> he said smirking maliciously, the bump on his pants hinting just how excited her was for this. <strong>"If you do well, I will consider stuffing your pussy with my own cock, bitch."</strong></span></span>
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