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A Beginners Guide to Bondage: Trust and Acceptance Exercises

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  • #26866
     Rachel 
    Participant

    We finally make our way to the next class and find that it is held in a large open room. It looks something like a gymnasium, but it is filled with a strange assortment of furniture. There are several chairs and beds, as well as a few pommel horses without handles, several X shaped structures, and something that looks suspiciously like a set of stocks. There are also a lot of other things that I don’t quite recognize, but before I can take a closer look at them, I notice the five other people in the room. One man with two more schoolgirls on either side of him.

    Hello, my name is Mr. Jackson.” Says the man. “I’m going to be your teacher for Trust and Acceptance Exercises. I’m pretty excited to get this show on the road, so let’s get started”.

    This class has two key components. The first is to teach you to trust your superiors, the second is to teach you to accept that a lot of things in your life are now out of your control. I accomplish this with a good bit of bondage and a twitchy trigger finger on your belts. If you do what I tell you to do, exactly when I tell you to do it, you will be rewarded. If you refuse, or take too long, you will be punished.

    You there, Redhead, pick a spot”. I’m taken aback by the sudden order. I look around. I’m the only redhead here, so he must mean me. I curtsy quickly and say, “My name is Rachel, sir.” I take a brief moment to look at all of the possible locations, but that moment costs me rather dearly, as my belt begins to shock me every other second. It isn’t extremely painful, but it is enough to motivate me.

    Quickly, Rachel” says Mr. Jackson, and as I scurry over to one of the chairs he smiles at me and tosses a thin black leather collar with a bell on one end. “Good girl” he says, “Now put that on and sit down.

    I put the collar around my neck as I walk quickly toward one of the empty chairs. The bell on it jingles with each step I take.

    The chair is made of a rich wood, has a high back and a headrest, and its arms and seat are padded with a soft leather-like material. I sit down and realize that everyone else in the class is watching me intently.

    Mr. Jackson walks around behind me and addresses the class as a whole. “As you can see, I don’t have a lot of patience for indecision. When I give you an order, you obey, no questions asked, no independent thought. Now Rachel, open your mouth for me.” He presents a metal ring, about two inches in diameter, with long black straps on either end and holds it in front of my face. Again, a second of hesitation brings with it another zap, this time much more painful. I let out a squeak and open my mouth wide, so the ring can fit between my teeth. Mr. Johnson fastens the straps around my head and the ring forces my mouth to remain open.

    As I sit there, in front of the class, my belt starts to vibrate pleasurably, and I let out a small moan. Unmuffled by my open mouth, the moan seems much louder and echoes throughout the silent room. Mr. Jackson continues his lesson “And when you follow my orders, you will be rewarded. I’m not some kind of monster, I believe in positive reinforcement.

    He produces a roll of some kind of tape and says to me “Now Rachel, you chose this seat, so I’m going to make sure you stay here for the remainder of this lesson. Stay still for me.

    Something clips into the back of my collar and I feel my head being pulled back to the headrest. When my head is fully against the headrest I hear another click and I find that I can’t move my head away from it anymore. Despite being freaked out by the sudden lack of control I stay still, and a few seconds later, the vibrations in my belt become stronger. As they do, my moans become louder and more frequent.

    Mr. Jackson then proceeds to wrap the tape around my elbows and wrists, tying them securely to the arms of the chair. He kneels down in front of me and places one hand on the inner thigh of my right leg. He slowly drags his hand toward my knee and pulls my leg toward the leg of the chair. A few seconds later, my calf and ankle have both been taped securely to the leg of the chair, and Mr. Jackson starts again on my left leg. Once both legs have been taped down, the vibrations in the belt intensify again. My breathing becomes ragged. The horrible embarrassment I’m feeling at being touched like this in front of other people, and by a man no less, is being completely overwhelmed by the arousal caused by this cursed belt.

    Mr. Jackson puts a hand on the crotch of my exposed panties and gives me a satisfied grin “Fells like you’re pretty wet down there Rachel, you must really like being tied up.” Using the same hand, he caresses my face gently. His hand is sticky and slimy, but at this point I’m beyond caring. ‘Come on, come on, come on’ I think to myself. ‘I’m so close, just a few more seconds’. My body is writhing around beyond my control and the bell on my collar is jingling like crazy.

    I think that will do for now” says Mr. Jackson as he pulls a blindfold over my eyes. As the world around me is obscured and my vision darkens, the belt stops its vibrations and I can’t stop a cry of desperation issuing from my open mouth. I hear footsteps walking away from me, the sound of some hands rubbing together and then Mr. Jackson saying “Ok, whose next?

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    #26936
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    His eyes make contact with me “well I can see you’re kinky little girl just by your outfit” I say when he mentions my outfit I receive a little shock “expect an answer girl” as I yep from the surprise shock I just blurt out “yes I am” and then dip into a curtsy as quickly as possible my name is Ditzy.

    Come here girl” and he holds out a collar identical to Rachel’s a buckle the thick collar around my neck listen to the jingle of the Bell as each buckle Snaps into place, I turn to face Mr Jackson and see the gag in his hand and I’ll come my mouth before being asked. “eager little slut aren’t we” and as the belt feels my groin with pleasure he slides the ring gag between my teeth and Buckle it around my head.

    He walks me over to where a long chain is hanging with a latex sack attached to it. He underhooks the sack in comes towards me. “Arms behind your back straight vertically and interlock your fingers I do as he says the pain I’ve received already is enough.

    He slides the bag up my arms until it reaches just below my shoulders and then he criss-cross his some straps over my chest I’m with the tightening of 2 belts above my elbows and wrists there is no way I am getting out of this thing.

    Ill attach is the back to the chain again and press them going to phone to begin the winch in of the chain forcing me to stand on my tippy toes with my head bent forward as possible making it come level with his groin.

    I love my head down in shame so I don’t have to look I miss The Jacksons groin. Well that just won’t do and proceed to get out two piece of string from his pocket and starts tying them around my pigtails.

    The whole time she’s going on the pleasure is building up in my belt but it just won’t go any further.

    I was going to look for some lubricants but you’re so wet down here doesn’t look like I’m going to need any” I can feel something cold rub against the underside of the chastity belt near the whole that allowed us to Pee. Then I felt something trying to enter my back passage again slowly pushing me apart bringing me closer and closer to the edge and I’m starting to enjoy this.

    The hook then gets attached to my pigtails and my head is forced up. Even comes around the front and looks me in the eyes “much better” and with that a place is a blindfold is placed over my head and as he walks away the pleasure stops but every minor movement I make the hook remind me of it’s presence.

    girls who’s next the longer you wait the worse it will get

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    #27078
     Alina 
    Participant

    After having been sent to bring a new girl over to the dean’s office I know that I am late for my next course. I am pretty sure that I will be punished for this, regardless of the fact that I did the dean’s bidding. I have only been here for a few hours but I have already realized that no matter what it is, it will always be my fault, nobody’s else in the eyes of the staff.

    Still, no use prolonging this so I knock timidly at the door and hear a male voice reply:

    “Come in!”

    As I enter I only need a brief moment to see two girls in some sort of bondage, but I focus on the man standing in front of the room, dominating it with his presence. Immediately I fall into a curtsy (by now, I do have some practice) and announce:

    “I humbly apologize for being late, Sir, my name is Alina and I was on an errant for the dean.”

    He looks at me pensively as if weighing my words – does he believe me and will he maybe not even punish me? My eyes roam through the room and with a shock I realize that the girl sitting on a chair, bound with tape is Rachel, and the other one, literally hooked up is Ditzy!

    “Well, Alina, I am Mr. Jackson, your teacher, and obedience is important, no doubt. But, so is acceptance and trust, which is the topic of this course. So you will have to accept what is coming for you, no matter why, and trust us, that it’s for your best. So get undressed right now!”

    I look at him in shock, he wants me to get naked here in front of the class? Only a second later I feel a shock run through me from the chastity belt and he tells me:

    “When I give an order, I expect it to be followed right away without any delay, is that clear, Alina?”

    “Yes, Sir, right away!”

    I haven’t finished my sentence when I already start taking off my blouse, then my shoes and the socks and my skirt. Standing there only in bra and panties I look up embarrassed and see his finger move towards the phone to send another shock and that’s enough to make me hook my finger into my bra and let my little tits jump out freely, to the amusement of some of the girls in the back who are giggling. I guess A-cups aren’t impressive for them, but one stern look from Mr. Jackson quiets them down, while I get out of my panties.

    “Good girl, now walk over to that black bench over there.”

    Once again the pleasure wave upon “good girl”, I know they are conditioning me, but I can’t help it – it works!

    I move to the bench and he orders me to kneel down on it, to which I obey right away. He steps behind me and ties a leather strap close above my right ankle around my leg, then another close below my knee. The procedure is repeated on my left leg and I am held effectively by my legs on the bench. He steps in front of me, looking down on my tiny body and commands:

    “Now extend your arms and lean forward, I will catch you!”

    This is not easy, if he does not hold me I will fall down and might hurt myself, but he said that trust is important, so I grit my teeth and do it and sure enough he holds my arms and lets them gently down to the lower bench.

    “Good girl, now keep on steady!”

    My ass is high up in the air, my arms are on the lowest point and he has just sent another wave through me – this takes some serious body control! Efficiently he ties my arms to the lower bench right at the wrist and close to the elbows, so I am held firmly. This is pretty awkward already, but he isn’t done yet, as I can see when he gets some tape from the table next to me and uses it to tape my thighs close to my tummy.

    I am feeling totally immobile, but he is not yet finished, because he announces:

    “Trust and Acceptance – the core of this class. You have to learn to accept that your superiors can also hand you over to somebody they trust – Chelsea!”

    ‘Oh no, not her again’ I think by myself as my nemesis comes to the front and gets handed something from the teacher. I can see her grin evilly down on me while Mr. Jackson moves behind me. Suddenly I feel a sharp tug on my hair, pulling my head back and I open my mouth involuntarily:

     

    At the same moment, Chelsea steps in and puts a red ball gag in my wide open mouth, locking the strap tightly behind my neck.

    Mr. Jackson in the meantime has attached something (probably a rope) to my hair, and I can hear a winch, which finally clicks in place, so my head is pulled back painfully.

    My eyes are wide with fear, my ass is high in the air, I can’t move and can only utter muffled sounds. I have never been so helpless in my life, but at the same time I can feel the SissyLink start to send our pleasure waves – what an exquisite torture.

    Mr Jackson steps back in front of me and looks down, obviously satisfied with what he sees: a girl in very tight bondage, obviously getting hornier every second without being able to do anything about it.

    “Trust and Acceptance – you accept that your body is not your own, your body belongs to us and you have to trust us to give you pleasure – or pain!”

    With that the pleasure stops and a short painful zap shoots through me and I moan through the gag.

    “Coming late to class can never go unpunished, no matter the reasons, little Alina, remember that.”

    I try to nod at him, but I can’t even move my head enough for that, so I just close and open my eyes in acquiescence.

    He looks down on me, takes a blindfold into his hands and binds it over my eyes, while I hear his words:

    “Good girl”

    Another pleasure wave and another moan from me through the gag, this time not in pain before everything gets dark. I just wonder how long I will have to hold up in this position.

     

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    #27521
     Rachel 
    Participant

    In the darkness behind my blindfold I can hear the rest of the class in sharp detail. It seems like its true that when one sense gets cut off the others sharpen. I can hear how first Ditzy, then Alina get “taught” by Mr. Jackson. Neither of them seem to have a particularly good experience, but, as all I can do is listen, I don’t really know what’s happening. After Alina, at least a dozen or so other students are subject to a similar treatment.

    I’m left alone in the darkness for about half an hour, in which time I struggle helplessly against my bonds. My collar is securely fastened to something, and the tape on my arms and legs don’t budge as I strain against them. The only evidence that I’m moving at all is the slight metallic jingle from the bell on my collar.

    Suddenly I hear my bell jingle loudly, as if someone just tapped it with their finger, and I freeze. I then hear Mr. Jackson whispering in my ear. “Staying still Rachel? I wouldn’t want to think you were trying to escape on me now.

    ‘No Sir’ I try to say, but the ring gag in my mouth makes normal speech nearly impossible, and it comes out sounding more like “Oh hir”.

    The pleasurable vibrations begin again in my belt as Mr. Jackson pats my cheek and says, “Good girl”. I whimper at being touched like that, but there isn’t much I can do in protest.

    Mr. Jackson then begins to caress my body again, his hands roaming over my exposed legs and sides. All the while, my belt is fluctuating its vibrations, keeping me constantly on the edge of orgasm. Eventually, one of Mr. Jackson’s hands moves its way to my new breasts and gives one of them a firm squeeze. I squeal out in shock as it isn’t a sensation I’m used to, and Mr. Jackson says, “You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you Rachel?” His other hand moves to my crotch and I can feel him rubbing my panties again. “I can feel that you do.

    In response I can only moan in frustration and strain against my bonds again. As I do, a small line of spit starts to drool from my open mouth. Mr. Jackson wipes it away and says, “Well, we can’t have that happening. Here let me help you with that.

    I feel him lift up my skirt and pull the waist band of my panties away from my body. I hear a snipping sound and the panties suddenly feel much looser than before. He does the same on the other side and pulls my panties out from under me. I then feel a soft, but slimy, cloth being forced into my mouth. It has a disgusting, salty taste to it and I realize with horror that the cloth must be my own arousal-soaked panties. I try to push them out of my mouth with my tongue, but a piece of tape is placed over my mouth before I can.

    The vibrations in my belt end, and I can hear Mr. Jackson walking away saying “You’ll learn to love the taste eventually. Everyone does.

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    #28486
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    As we hang their listening to the moaning and whimpering of girls it fills me with a deep sense of arousal and the hook in my house was not helping with me controlling that.

    Draw with ripped from my property open mouth as I suddenly feel a strop to hang on my hook “you’re making quite the mess they’re Dixie” he says this as he rubs my crutch scooping up some of my arousal and spreading it around my lips. All I can do is scream to make him stop and all he does is laugh. “why have the perfect solution” he then proceeds to spread my legs with a spreader bar and attach something to my chastity belt. I don’t feel a rubber cylindrical tube probably a dildo again ends of my mouth. You don’t possess the strap it around the back of my head.

    You don’t have seeds to strap something to the hook and it begins to vibrate. “just to warn you of now set your belt to shock you just before you experience ruined orgasm, so not only will not feel relief but you’ll also feel the ecstasy of pain” he says this was stroking my head like a pet “for added enjoyment I’ve attached the pipe from your belt to your mouth so all that arousal will be going down your throat, enjoy there is half an hour left of this” yes me slap on the ass and the vibrations begin over the next half an hour I received multiple shocks to the point where I’m crying as my rails will pause down my throat again and again.

    #28707
     Alina 
    Participant

    Everything is dark, the pain from the uncomfortable position is starting to seep into me and all around me I hear the sounds of the course continuing while Mr. Jackson puts one girl after the other into bondage. I understand now why this course is taking up three school hours instead of one. I also wonder though if those girls who have been bound first will stay in bondage for the whole time, because that would mean they stay in it for an hour longer than the last ones – so unfair!

    The ball gag in my mouth keeps me from complaining, it also makes my mouth dribble out some saliva, this is really humiliating. Suddenly I hear a whisper in my ear:

    “Are you accepting your fate now, little Alina? You are ours to do with as we please, you have to accept what we do to you, don’t you think this is fair for all?”

    I can’t shake my head as it’s tightly held by my hair, so I try to sound my objection

    “Roooh!”

    “Did I hear a complaint? I guess you need to learn a bit more about WHAT we can do to you to accept your true situation.”

    I hear him step away and then come back. Suddenly I hear a small bell jingle next to my ear.

    “Do you wonder what this is, Alina? Let me give you a second hint.”

    Suddenly I feel something cold and metallic on my shoulder, it moves slowly across my collar bone then circles around my small right boob then circles inward. My tits are small, but very sensitive, I still have no clue how the corporation managed this, but it’s true. In fact this is the one part I don’t hate about the change as playing with them is giving me quite a nice feeling (which of course I can’t admit to anyone), but their sensitivity might now become a problem as I can feel the metal circling around my nipple, which arouses me greatly and I start to moan into the gag.

    “So you like this, hm? Your nipple is really hard now, you little slut, you enjoy this, don’t you?”

    I can feel myself blush again, it’s really weird, I am bound beyond movement, I am teased with something circling my boobs and I am feeling wet in my chastity belt, it can’t get any more humiliating!

    “No need to answer, I just wonder if you will enjoy THIS?”

    Suddenly I feel my nipple pressed together viciously and I hear the bell jingle again, this time from my chest.

    “Ouuufff”

    “There we go, see we have places which weren’t confined yet and guess what I have got here?”

    Another jingle, this time at my other ear – oh no, not again!

    Sure enough the same procedure starts, once more the cold metal used to tease me and to my utter shame it once more works and I moan, only to be once more shocked by the pain of the nipple clamp with the bell on my other boob. The strange part is that this time the pain almost seems to heighten my arousal, I continue to moan into the ball gag and Mr. Jackson seems to notice too.

    “My, maybe we have found ourselves a little pain slut here? The wetness between your legs seem to implicate that you enjoy your predicament. Well, we shall see how you react when we take the clamps off after an hour and the blood rushes back in, till then, enjoy, Alina.”

    I can feel a smack on my naked butt, not really hard, he is obviously not the punishment teacher. One hour in this? I try to move a tiny bit and hear the jingle from the bells attached to my nipples and feel the slight pain and breathe heavily.

    #28984
     Misty 
    Participant

    Im of for my first day of  Shool and im  mor or less forcefully escorted to the classroom by too very muscular guys  and informed to knock on the door and wait for permition to enter  OR ELSE  !  So i quickly come to the conclusion that  this time i better  do as im told  and see were this  goes

    ( Knocking on the door )

    OOC  Hi again girls  time for my first class  i believe.  Again hope im not disturbing  anything   ?   (LOVE  (well  im periodically on that one actually have been even before  i found Sissy life)  Self bondage in RL  )

    #29042
     Rachel 
    Participant

    NPC: Mr. Jackson

    I’m flicking the nipple clamps of some poor pathetic sissy, suspension tied from the ceiling, and enjoying the pained moans coming from its mouth when I hear a knock on the door. I always love the late ones. I open the door and see another new student. I smile to myself as I realize what kind of image I’m presenting. Behind me, there are at least a dozen other sissies, bound, gagged, and violated in so many different ways, and audible moans of discomfort echo around the room.

    This class is Trust and Acceptance Exercises” I say, “and you, young lady, are late”. The new girl seems stunned, probably wondering what the hell she just walked in on, so I reach my arm behind her back, put on hand on her waist, and guide her into the classroom, closing the door behind me which locks in a satisfying way.

    In this class I teach you to accept your situation, no matter how unpleasant it may be”. I walk the new girl through the classroom, displaying all of the sissies who were on time. “These girls are all learning to trust me and accept that I control them right now, and so will you.” As we walk along the room, my hand moves steadily downward until it is fully grasping the new girl’s ass.

    At the back of the room are three of the most devious BDSM devices we have in the class and I motion to them with my free hand. “Since you were late, these are the only options left. Most sissies avoid these three like the plague, but you get to try one out on your very first day. Aren’t you lucky.

    I give her ass a good squeeze and push her forward. “Go ahead and pick out your punishment, and make it quick, I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

    #29046
     Misty 
    Participant

    As the door  opens i can hardly believe what i see a man ?  and before i have time to even blink im led in    the room and hear  a click  from the door    , Al around me i see  al cind of poor girls  in  different bondage  scenarios

    ” what ?   Hell no wait a minute  ”

    ” Hey what the  f…. ”

    ” What HEEL  no let me out of here  ”

    ” Are you fucking  joking ?   Im not doing this  fuck no  let me out of here right now”

     

     

    #29057
     Rachel 
    Participant

    NPC: Mr. Jackson

    It’s always fun to watch them resist at first, but my patience wears out quickly. I press a button on a remote I keep in my pocket and the pain setting for this new girl starts going. Once a second, she receives a slight shock, and every five seconds the pain increases slightly. I don’t say anything, but I do sarcastically glance down at my watch then back up to the wriggling sissy.

    #29059
     Misty 
    Participant

    Im just about to try to make a run for it  and then  i feel this well familiar  fucking belt  going of again and i fall down  on the floor

    ” AW    you mother fucker  i fucking   kill you   let me go  ARG    !” and i feel my anger  begin to again  take new  heights

    ”  Make it stop  i fucking   ARG ! ”

    What the hell is it with this fucking place  and thise fucking   belts ?  i have to find a way to get this shit  of   thats for  shore OH the pain im dying   here

     

    #29061
     Rachel 
    Participant

    NPC: Mr. Jackson

    The pain will end when you accept your bondage and pick out a punishment.” I say, watching the struggling sissy cope with what must be an agonizing experience between her legs. “Trust me on this, you’ll find being tied up much more pleasurable than this. All you sissies do.

    #29063
     Misty 
    Participant

    After while of squirming around  and as i hear the man talking    i come to the  conclusion that again im beaten  so i try to calm my self down  and then lift my head  and say

    ”  Hey man   listen   im sorry for my rude behavior  please stop and  let me catch my breath and then help me up  and i do as you say  please  no more  im dying here  , thing is  i dont know shit about this  shit  so how can you expect me to be able to choose    ,why dont  you choose for me  man    (sigh )  “

    #29065
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    NPC: Mr Jackson

    you’re right I am a man you a simpering sissy” I said as I looked down at her “my zap class you will address me as Sir zap or master zap nothing else” I finish with a final zap to her privates “if we are, you can apologise and then kiss my shoe” he says with a sneer

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    #29067
     Misty 
    Participant

    I have to bite my lip as i hear  him talk    to remain calm

    ”  Yes  Master Zap  i understand  ”

    ”  Im sorry Master Zap  ”  and i reluctantly  crawl to his shoes  and start kissing them while trying to catch my breath   and remain calm

    #29078
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    Well you are there you can start licking my shoes as well” he says with satisfaction

    so here are your choices you can go on the treadmill or I can fasten you into my desk and you can start licking something else the last one I really need two girls for” I say disappointedly.

     

    So what do you say Bich and I didn’t say stop licking either.” As I noticed she paused while I was describing her future in this class.

    #29081
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I rush to class. I just got the change in my schedule! Oh no!

    I take tiny, mincing steps in my high-heel Mary Janes. It’s taking me forever to get through the hallways!

    I’m not going to burst in, though.

    Arrive at classroom. Knock on door.

    This is my best chance to stay on the teacher’s good side, I think …

    #29084
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    NPC Mr Jackson

    I hear a knock at the door and turn to the pathetic sissy on the floor, I should really get her name. “You will now take op the presentacion position” when she looks at me bewildered I continue “on your knees legs open showing off your private area hands on your knees Palms up chest out head down.”

    If i find your not in this position when I return you’ll be placed in a deprivation chamber for the rest of the lesson

    As I walk away I matter “unless I forget about you

    I then open the door and guide the new student in letting her take full View of the classroom over the moans the Wales of the girls you can hear the Click of the door as it looks behind you.

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    #29088
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Oh my goodness! I don’t know what to think as I walk in on girls in various positions around the room. I freeze up for a moment, then remember myself.

    *curtsey*

    Good afternoon, sir! (Sir? They have guy teachers? I wants expecting that!) My name is Tiffy Cocklust. I just got his class assignment and came here immediately, sir!”

    *curtsey*

    #29089
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    Well you’re got better manners than the last girl I got” I say as I stroke her  head.

    But I’m afraid you are late so you need to be punished” I say this as I start moving her through The Moaning girls move my hand down to her ass and give it a couple of steps.

    And since this lesson is about trust and acceptance” I say this as I still fondle her ass

    you will trust I know what is best for you and accept your punishment like a good little sissy” this time I take finger and turn a head towards me as I say these words.

    now go over to wait the other student is and take up the same position, it is known as the present position” I say this as a point over at Misty.

    #29090
     Misty 
    Participant

    As im listening to the man  and continue my licking    i cant believe what i hear

    Im just about to answer  when in comes  Tiffy

    Oh shit  better do as im told     so i reluctantly   re  positioning  my self according to the instructions  while he goes to Tiffy.  Shees this isent  to   uncomfortable or humiliating now is it ? Oh shit  something tells  me  ive just met  my fellow  Bondage   partner.

    #29092
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I feel a few solid snacks on my ass from the teacher before he directs me to another girl in a horribly open and humiliating position.

    Oh! It’s Misty! I met her in the dorms. Very nice girl, but pretty full of herself. Doesn’t seem so sure now!

    I study her position and try to copy it. But – am I supposed to have my clothes on or off? He didn’t say.

    I decide he would have told me if he wanted me naked and go into “present” position, as commanded. Hoping for he best.

    #29095
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    ok girls since you’re both fully cloved at the moment, we are going to need to rectify that” he then takes out some scissors and starts cutting away at your uniform until there’s practically nothing left but the socks or tights you wear. “this will be your punishment for turning up late, after this lesson you will go to the nurse’s office and beg for new uniform, it’s on the other side of the Campus” he smiles and then looks straight at Misty “since you have such a stick up your bum” he says coldly and Crawley “when you get there the nurse will have you inserted with a butt plug shaped like my own cock” he just smiles and pats her on the head

    With the discipline part of lesson over he claps his hands “As I was saying before you were arrived Miss Cocklust, I have three tools to educate you with, either you can be strapped in to my desk and please me for the rest of the lesson when I’m not correcting the other girls” he pauses for a moment “or you can go on the treadmill where you will end up powering the lights for this room” he looks up at the girls being used as candelabras with candles slowly melting on their bodies. “or I have something that will allow you to get better acquainted with each other.

    Whoever answers first gets first pick” he then stands there and wait for them to speak.

    #29097
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Pleasing him? Or powering the lights?

    ”I wish to get acquainted with Misty, please!”

    #29100
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    So that’s a name her thinks to himself “Misty what would you like if you pick one of the others, she will have to do the other single option” he says with a smile

    you still don’t know what I have planned for both of you”  his face is calm and unreadable.

    #29102
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Does he mean Misty is going to pick which one I have to do? Oh no!

    i look to Misty sadly, hoping she’ll have pity on me!

    #29111
     Misty 
    Participant

    I see  Tiffy as she is ordered to come  besides me  and   take same position as im in  . This is just to mush

    Oh shit  first this  and my fucking clothes  of  and then  (gulp)    Im SCREWED (GULP )  

    Oh great little miss  perfect  has to  speek up

    Oh Sweet ow im suppose to  give her  yet another   punishment   shees!  that wont make our   relationship  mush better    (sigh )   well  i cant really see the  poor  little thing having to do the  treadmill  i mean shore she is a Sissy  but i cind of like her anyway  so i guess i just have to  take the  other  one

    ” Er well Master  Zap i guess i have to go with the desk thing  then i guess  (sigh )    ”

    ( Looking at tiffy with sad eyes    and then  bow my head in shame and sorrow for what i am forced to do )

     

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    #29113
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    (To self – Misty is such a slut! But she is really cute too. I hope I get to know her better!)

    #29117
     Ditzy Dicklett 
    Participant

    Eileen down and look misty in the eyes ” looks like you’ll be getting acquainted with my cock soon then I might have expected does someone have a crush on their teacher” I smile wickedly “well you sit there and think about having those lips around my cock soon

    I turned to Miss Cocklust “you follow me” as she begins to stand I give her a zap “I never said stand

    I lead her over to a circle like treadmill, similar to a hamster wheel but designed for human or a sissy.

    I then hand her a pair of Pointe shoes “put these on and then stand up” once this is done I place a tight corset around her waist.

    Then place a posture collar around her neck and attach nipple clamp chains from the colour to her nipples each clamp has a bell attached to it.

    He then gives her breasts a quick shake making sure they are secure “music to my ears” he says with smile ” answer behind your back” upon completing my order I place her arms in a rubber sleeve that keeps her wrists against wrists and her elbows against her elbows commonly known as a reverse prayer position.

    It is quite uncomfortable.

    I then place her in the human hamster wheel and gag her with a bridle and bit. And then attach straps to the corset and her bridal insuring if she falls over she doesn’t do herself any harm.

    He looks at her rather pleased with himself “now you are going to have to keep a speed constantly or you will be snapped I’ve already attached your chastity to the treadmill” there’s the stick he thinks to himself now here’s the carrot “if you can keep the pace for more than 5 minutes you may experience something slightly pleasant but not too much

    He then begins to walk away and presses something on his phone initialising the sequence and here’s the Pleasance squeal of Pain and then the jingle of bells.

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    #29127
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I’m sitting in Presentation position, and Mr Jackson begins to simply cut my clothes from my body. Same with Misty. I know better than to try to cover myself; I hope Misty does as well.

    Based on the decisions that Misty and I made, I was now going to be expected to walk in essentially a giant hamster wheel. I can barely stand in these 4-inch Mary Janes that the school nurse gave me. I guess this will be my training.

    Follow me,” he says.

    Instand up to follow and get an immediate painful jolt to my Sissylink. “Ohhhh!,” I cry as I fall back to my knees.

    I never said stand,” he mocks me.

    I apologize, Sir,” I say before crawling after him to the hamster wheel.

    When I get there, he has me remove my Mary Janes. Thank god! I won’t have to walk in them. What comes next is terrifying: he hands me ballet Pointe shoes, telling me to put the cruel footwear on and stand. I do my best, not balancing on my toes with no way to flatten my feet. It’s torture! My eyes begin to water. Then he cinches my waist tightly into a corset. Ohhh. I can barely breathe!

    From there, it only gets worse.

    Mr Jackson attaches a posture collar tightly around me neck. Then, clamps bite firmly into my tender nipples and are tightly attached to the collar, pulling them painfully. Each clamp has a bell on it, causing an embarrassing jingle sound with every tiny movement of my body. He gives my breasts a shake to ensure it’s working as intended. I’m gasping, thinking that I’ll be moving nonstop on the wheel. “Music to my ears,” he laughs.

    but it’s still not over. My arms are pulled behind me into a strict reverse prayer position.  I’m carefully led into the wheel, where a bridle and bit are placed around my head. I quickly realize the gag will make me drool, adding to my humiliation!

    I’m strapped into the wheel, and Mr Jackson explains that I must maintain a speed to avoid punishment – but I will get pleasure if I can maintain the speed for 5 minutes.

    He walks away without telling me to begin … but a sudden jolt in my belt tells me I must begin.

    I try to take controlled steps in these awful shoes, but it’s almost impossible! *jingle jingle jingle jingle*

    as I move slowly, I get another jolt! Too slow! *jinglejinglejingle*

    i try to speed up. I feel drool drip from my lips on my breasts. Oh no!

    I wonder: how long does this go on?

     

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