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Synopsis: a young female teacher is convince to try some new motivational techniques by one of her students. Hope you like it!

James stood before the door, barely able to contain his nervousness.

James was a senior student at Bondington High, in South Birmingham. Bondignton High was an extremely elitist private school where rich parents sent their kids so that they didn't have to care about them.

However, there was a teacher that did care about her students, specially about James. Irina Bond was worried about James’ last homework and tests, so she decided to help him.

She had invited the young eighteen-year-old to her own house in order to help him pass her subject. Little did the worried teacher know that James’ intentions were far from academic.

James had a crush with his teacher, but beyond that, he had a deep bondage fetish. He wished nothing but to see Mrs Bond bound and gagged at his mercy. If only there was a chance to bring this topic into the conversation.

“Shit! I mean… shoot!” James exclaimed as he failed his exercise for the fifth time.

“Don’t worry, James. We’re not in school”.

“Well, shit then! I can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes you can, I’m sure! You just need some extra motivation”.

The hot teacher thought about a way to give the boy a proper motivation, while James couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Mrs Irina Bond, married, 37 years old, glasses, brown eyes and hair, and hot as fuck. She was wearing a black short dress and high heels.

“I know!! We’ll do whatever you want if you manage to do this exercise!”

“Are you sure?” James asked.

“Of course, anything to help you, James” Irina answered, unaware of what that prompt could bring to her.

“Okay, sure!” James replied.

They got back to business and the extra motivation seemed to dig deep into James’ mind, since he did the exercise perfectly and in record time.

"Excellent, James!", Irina exclaimed with glee. "You have made so much progress with these subjects. I am so proud."

"Thank you so much, Misses Bond", the young boy replied, feeling nervous knowing that his beautiful teacher promised a reward.

"And since you have buckled down and tackled the work, young man, you can decide your treat. I am a great baker! Would you like some pies or cookies, perhaps?", the 37-year-old gorgeous teacher asked him.

Young James began to slightly tremble as he tried to build his courage up.

"Uh, no. Nothing like that, really. I, well, ummm I thought it may be fun if we could play a game, together."

"Game? Let me see. You know, I have some board games that I haven't been able to play since my husband won't be bothered," the lovely teacher said, chuckling as she stood up from the table. "Follow me into the den and we...."

"No, no," James interrupted. "Nothing like that, Misses Bond. I was hoping that the game could be one with a more interactive theme."

"Interactive, James? I guess I will need more info."

The young schoolboy could feel his hands begin to sweat as he forged on.

"Have you ever played a game like cops and robbers?”

"Cops and robbers? Ha! No, never. I grew up with two sisters and we had tea parties and hopscotch," the sexy teacher replied with a grin. "I am afraid I have no idea how to play that."

James cleared this throat, contemplating that maybe, he should change his mind. He knew that if he backed out now, that he may never get an opportunity to tie up his teacher.

"I can show you, Misses Bond," the boy said, eagerly.

"Well, okay. I am up for learning new games, I suppose. But aren’t you a bit old for this kind of games?”

“Well, I guess, maybe, but it’s my all-time favorite game. But you know… maybe it’s silly…”

“Oh, no, no, forget about it. I said whatever you wanted, right? So, how do we start this game?"

James could feel his mouth getting dry as now he would have to convince his gorgeous teacher to play the part of a captive.

"I will play the role of the robber and also the cop since, well, you know, these roles I know so well," the boy tried explaining as his teacher looked quizzically at him.

"I don't understand, James. So, if you are both good and bad guys, where does that leave me?"

It was now time for James to throw caution to the wind.

"I was thinking that maybe, you could play the part of a victim?"

The young boy couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes as he waited for her response.

"A victim?! Well, James, I don't really know if that would serve our time best. How about I bake you some warm, chocolate cookies, instead?"

A downtrodden James almost nodded his head but tried one last grasp as getting her to play along with him.

"I don't really feel like cookies, Misses Bond," James informed her. "I think that if we started the game, you would find it to be a lot of fun."

The middle-aged teacher saw that the young boy wasn't about to give up, so she sighed and tried smiling.

"Sure. We can play for just a few moments."

James had to compose himself. He felt like leaping in the air but settled for a smile.

"Cool," he said, trying to be non-cholent.

"Where do you want me to stand?", the teacher asked.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe on the sofa."

"I am sitting down for the game? I don't understand, James."

The boy saw the hesitancy on his teacher's face and knew that he had better start to act quickly or she may back out.

"We would need a couple of items to help us play, though," he stated.

"What type of supplies would we need?", the confused teacher inquired.

This was it! James cleared his throat, looking away from her at the wall as he answered.

"Rope and some tape would suffice."

The woman seemed shocked at first, but soon begins to understand the plot of the game.

“Oh! I get it! Since I’m your captive, you should make sure I can’t move much, right?”

“Now you get it!” James exclaimed with the most innocent voice he was able to put.

“I’ll take a look around, I’m sure there must be some supplies in the garage”.

James could barely hold himself. He was about to see his dream become true. He would be able to tie her teacher!

But there was another thing he wanted to try. If only he played his cards well…

Irina came back with a box whose content made James to blush. And he blushed even further trying to find the correct words for what he was about to say…

“Misses… Bond… I… I was thinking that, well, any robber wouldn’t let their… their… their captives to keep their clothes…”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

James felt his cheeks redder than ever.

“I mean… it’s about realism. Just that! Besides, you told me you’d do anything I wanted…”

Irina softened her expression, still keeping an eyebrow up.

“Okay, but just for a while, okay?”

She took off her clothes until the only things left were her panties and bra.

“What? You look disappointed” Irina said.

“Well… I was thinking like maybe… totally nude” James couldn’t believe he was actually saying those words.

“No, James, that’s way too much”.

“It was just… for realism and stuff… well, forget about it” James pretended he didn’t care that much, trying Misses Bond to feel pity for him.

“No, wait” Irina said, which opened a window for hope for James. “Okay, I’ll let you do it. But not a word to anyone, okay?”

James could barely hold his excitement while he nodded vigorously.

Irina took her underwear off before the astonishing look of James. When she was all naked, she asked.

“So, game on, I guess” she said.

“Eh… sure, sure. You better don’t move, sweetie! If you know what’s good for you!” he claimed getting into character.

He began tying her hands behind her back, using one of the pieces of rope Misses Bond had brought for him.

“Wow, this is tight, James!”

“Well, captives are not supposed to be comfortable, lady. They are supposed to not escape!” he teased.

“Oh, right, sure” Irina agreed, beginning to doubt about this whole process.

Next, James moved up towards her elbows.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that!”

“Oh, if it’s too much…”

“Ehm… no. I guess that’s okay. But you’ll let me out soon enough, right, James?”

“Of course, misses Bond!”

When he had her upper body secured, James moved on towards the lower parts.

Soon, her ankles, knees, calves and thighs suffered from the same destiny as her upper body.

“Oh, no!” Irina yelled playfully. “This bad man has me all tied up and helpless!!”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, sweetie. Not for a while!”

“Oh, no! Please, mercy, bad burglar!”

“No mercy for you!”

James looked a bit hesitant for a moment.

“Is something wrong, James?”

“No, I mean… well, there’s something else I’d like to try”.

Irina frowned.

“Don’t you think we’ve been way too far by now?”

“Oh, yes, it’s… great. But… well I was wondering if you wouldn’t want to try a crotchrope”.

“A crotchrope?” she asked “what is that?”

James explained and saw how Irina’s expression went from contempt to a kinky curiosity.

“I don’t know. Sounds a little bizarre”.

“Well… I don’t know I thought maybe you’d like it”.

The gorgeous brunette thought about it, but finally, curiosity took over.

“Okay, let’s try that”.

James still couldn’t believe his luck. He had been given the biggest of gifts. He was tying up her hottest teacher, consensually. It was going on better than in his best dreams.

As the crotchrope was applied, a soft moan escaped Irina’s mouth. The bite of the rope had an arousing effect that she was determined to hide from her student.

“Well, we’re almost done now, but… well…”

“Oh, spit it out, James” Irina said.

“Well, a proper damsel should be gagged”.

“Oh, come on, James, don’t do it. I’m completely bound, I’m a helpless damsel!”

“But what kind of a robber would I be if I didn’t gag you to keep you from yelling for help?” James asked, his innocent tone turning into a more devious one.

Reluctantly, Irina nodded.

“Okay, you can gag me. But only for a few minutes, okay? Then you’ll untie me and we’ll pretend nothing of this actually happened, fine?”

“Deal!” James replied.

Irina opened her mouth nice, although she wasn’t prepared for what came next. James took a ballgag from his bag and, without giving her time to react, she fastened it behind her neck, securing the ball in place.

“MPhhhhhhhhh!!!” Irina protested.

“Now you’re all mine, lady!” James teased her.

What Irina thought was just a character’s phrase was actually more real than she anticipated. James’ plans weren’t to let her go, but to take advantage of the situation.

He took off his phone and began taking pictures of the helpless teacher, before her incredulous look.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHH?”

“I’m sorry, teacher. But I find this an easier way to get an A+ in your classroom, hehe”.

The innocence in his voice had vanished for good. A new evil kid had come. Irina couldn’t believe she had let herself being tricked by a teenage boy.

“However, I think my captive is still too free!”

Ignoring her teacher’s muffled protests, he helped her down on the carpet and bound her elbows and ankles together, leaving her in a tight, uncomfortable hogtie.

Next, she took the roll of tape and began wrapping some loops over the ballgag, silencing her even further.

“MPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Irina protested, to no avail.

James, once again, took his phone and shot some extra pics of her hot teacher in her predicament. Next, he took her phone and did the same, sending them to himself.

“So, here’s the deal, misses Bond. You’re not only not gonna tell your hubby about this little game you and I have. You’re also going to pass me with an A+, or the whole school will know about your ‘kinky side’, understood?”

Giving out a sight of defeat, the helpless teacher nodded.

“Now, I hope Mr. Bond comes home soon to get you free. You better find some credible story to tell him in the meantime. As for me, I’ll keep this pics as a good memory of the great time we’ve had together”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

And with that, James left the place, leaving his teacher screaming and struggling in her predicament, naked, bound and gagged as he had always wanted to see her.

The day had been fairly fine. Not only he had managed to fulfill her deepest fantasies. He would also pass a difficult subject without any trouble.

Sometimes, you just wake up with your right foot.