Alice The Teacher's Plaything

All characters are 18+

I bit my lip nervously as I stood on the doorstep of Professor Redwood's home, fiddling with the hem of my skirt as I eyed the doorbell, wondering if I should ring it or just go home.

Redwood had approached me the other day and had asked me to help him with an issue he was having at home but he wouldn't say what exactly but despite how fishy it seemed, I had agreed to help him.

Hence why I was now stood on his doorstep, dressed in a white button down shirt that was tucked into a red plaid pleated mini skirt which just about covered my intimate parts and underwear, a white petticoat underneath, white thigh high socks and black saddle shoes with a high heel that made me push my butt out.

I was 20 year old Male that openly dressed feminine but I looked androgynous enough that I could pass: I had long curly brown hair and bog green eyes framed by big chunky glasses with faint freckles.

My shoulders were broad and my hips were wide with thick thighs and a perky ass that I was quite proud of.

I also had subtle makeup on for a change: eyeshadow around my eyes and faint lip gloss.

Eventually I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell and I waited. Before long the door was opened by a middle aged man with combed back brown hair that was starting to grey and grey eyes dressed in a suit.

Mr Redwood paused for a minute, taking in my appearance; his eyes roaming up from my shoes to my thick sock clad thighs then to the short skirt that barely covered me.

"H-hey, Mr Redwood, how are you?" I nervously stammered.

"Fine, thank you, Alice. Come on in." Mr Redwood responded politely with a smile, stepping aside to let me enter the house.

"Thank you." He closed the door behind me and I heard him lock it as I admired his house: the interior was sort of rustic with carved skirting boards, ornate wooden furniture and an unlit fire place.

"Would you like a drink?" Mr Redwood asked me as I settled down on the sofa

"Um, yes, yes please." He gave me a small smile before he left me alone in the living room to fetch me a drink.

It didn't take long for him to come back with two glass of water, one of which he handed me.

"Ta." I said, graciously accepting the drink and taking a small sip "So, what was it you wanted help with?"

"Hmm, right, yes my request for help." It was his turn to seem awkward as he took a sip from his own glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of us "Well, as you can imagine it is a rather personal manner, and I fully understand if you chose not to help. But, this is something I don't feel entirely comfortable discussing with you on university grounds."

"And that something is?" I asked, raising the glass to my lips again.

"I wish to engage in BDSM with you." I paused with the glass just about to touch my lips, my face turning as red as my skirt as I put the glass down.

"O-oh. B-But, what about your wife?" I asked "does she know you wanted to ask me this? Does she mind?"

"No, she doesn't mind at all so long as its completely consensual, hence why I asked you. Out of all my students, you are arguably the most open-minded so I believe you would be the most likely to agree to this one time request."

I bit my lower lip as I thought about it: truth be told, the idea of being tied up and dominated by my mature English Professor was definitely a fun idea on paper, and its not as if I was a stranger to being tied up.

"So, would this affect my grades in anyway?" I asked

"No, not at all. This is strictly outside of the university. I promise you that regardless of what you decide I will continue to act professionally towards you while on campus." Mr Redwood reassured "if you like, you can even record me saying this as proof."

I considered it for a few moments before shaking my head.

"No, that won't be necessary, Sir." I told him "I'm definitely okay with doing this too. Sounds fun."

His face lit up into a smile of delight as he heard this and he clapped his hands together.

"Great, now before we begin there are somethings to discuss: such as a safe word or signal."

"Normally I just hum jingle bells as a safe signal." I admitted "it's easy, recognizable and can't be mistake for me moaning in pleasure."

"Good, now as for boundaries. What are you comfortable with me doing to you?" I blushed again, biting my lower lip in thought before answering.

"Being tied up and gagged, being groped, fingered, spanked, recorded, taken pictures of, having my skirt lifted up. But, no stripping or using me as furniture, choking, wax, knives or anything to do with pee or poo." I explained "so, very vanilla admittedly"

"There's nothing wrong with that, vanilla is perfectly fine." Mr Redwood told me "now, do me a favor and stay here, I'll be right back."

I nodded and sat there as he once again left the room. I could feel my heart racing with excitement as my cock twitched inside of my red plaid panties and I fiddled with the hem of my skirt.

Before long, Mr Redwood came back into the room with a wooden box which he placed on the table.

"Are you ready?" he asked me and I nodded. He lifted up the box's lid, revealing a stash of rope, gags and sex toys inside.

I felt myself turn red from head to toe, still not entirely believing that this was happening as Mr Redwood pulled out the rope.

"Hands behind your back please." he commanded in an authoritative voice that almost made me swoon but I kept my composure and complied, placing my hands behind my back to let him tie them together.

"Is that too tight?" he asked and I checked, twisting my wrists in their restraints: they WERE tight but not tight enough to hurt me.

"No, they're just right." I told him and he nodded in satisfaction before tying my legs together at the ankles, shins and thighs. I blushed even further but made no sound as Mr Redwood pulled my skirt hem back so he could tie up my thighs, almost exposing my underwear and arousal to him.

Finally he took a long length of rope and wound it around my arma and torso, making sure to loop it above and below my chest, making my A-cup breasts that had developed from my HRT push out just a little bit more.

With that done, Mr Redwood grabbed a bundle of rags from the box and a bandana.

"Are you ready? Because after this you won't be able to speak until I decide you can." he warned only for me to nod and open my mouth.

He pushed the rags into my mouth and tied the bandana around my lips, effectively gagging me.

"Hmm mmphmm." I moaned, testing out the effectiveness of the gag only to find that it did its job very well.

Satisfied with himself, Mr Redwood closed the box and stood up straight. I watched as he walked around the sofa I was sat on, admiring me like a piece of art or a piece of meat as I tested out my restraints, each little move I made accompanied by a moan as I felt my skirt ride up just a little bit.

"Almost perfect, but not quite. Something's missing." I heard Mr Redwood mumble before he reached around me from behind and began unbuttoning the first four buttons of my blouse, exposing my red plaid push-up bra that I wore underneath.

"There, much better." Mr Redwood declared as he came to the front of me, looking down at me with lust in his eyes and a wolfish grin as I saw his erection straining against his trousers as I sat there, bound, gagged, dressed like some sort of schoolgirl and thoroughly helpless to the whims of my English Professor.

"Shall we begin, Alice?"