Ms M motions to the break in the couch where the cushions come together. "From past experience it seems to work better for you if you lay down here."
Incredulous that you're actually doing this, you sit down in front of the couch reminding yourself over and over that you need this. You've never done anything like this, but Ms M obviously isn't more than 5 or 8 years older than you. Most of the locker room talk was about Ms M and her long blonde hair, nice rack and great ass. She smiles a big wide smile as you lay your head down on the join between the cushions. "I have these ear buds for you because I'm guessing your head is going to sink down with my weight. Here," and she leaned over and held the cushions apart so your ears wouldn't fold. "Since this is our first night I'll ease you into this. At least this way you won't have my full weight on you."
The ear buds fit in tightly so you could only hear some of what she had to say. Not to mention that you could already feel blood flowing to a certain other member and you were a little distracted.
"Well, now that you're situated nicely, it's time for me to get more comfortable..." Ms M grabbed a book from the side table, then grabbed the remote and hit play on the dvd player. You were blasted with Bill Nye which was a nice surprise. She looked at you and motioned as if to ask if the volume was ok. You motioned for her to turn it down a bit. After that she turned around and stepped her left foot over your body so that she straddled her new seat. The view was amazing and although you hadn't had this particular fantasy of her, it was still very hot. Ms M lowered herself until her ass brushed your face. She sat completely down and her left cheek smushed your face. This didn't seem to be her goal and she raised up again just enough to move over and settled herself directly on your face. Your nose pushed into the fabric of her very stretchy yoga pants. You could breath through your mouth still however some of her scent wafted strongly through the thin material. What she got out of this was a mystery, but then you concluded that it was the dominance that she probably craved. You'd never been in a position of submission like this and it wasn't an altogether horrible experience. Just then you realized that you'd missed what the educational video was saying about ions smashing into other things or something like that.
Just then she got up and paused the video again. You could hear her, but she was very muffled. "I'd almost forgot!" She then reached over to the table and pulled back some duct tape. She tore off a strip and sealed your mouth. "There we go. Now you can fully enjoy my scent! By the way, I'll have a review test for you after the video. There will be consequences for every question you get wrong so pay attention." She looked down where your legs joined together and grinned. "Looks like someone's at attention at least!"
You felt your face blush. This was such a unique situation, and you couldn't help but imagine what she meant by consequences. "Sorry in advance," she apologized as she turned around again. "I had some Mexican for supper and it seems to be acting up on me a little. Actually, I can't pretend that this wasn't the plan, but just remember. However distracting the atmosphere gets down there, keep what Bill Nye says in mind rather than the reaction happening in my belly!" She seemed to like her chemistry joke as only a teacher would, and with that she turned around and settled onto his face again. The video started playing. This time it was a fair bit harder to breath, but the thin fabric seemed to let enough air pass through that you are was still fine. Mind you, the scent was a fair bit stronger without being able to pull the majority of air through your mouth. You lay there trying to concentrate on what's being said, but a few time you felt the rumble in your teachers back end shortly before the explosive sent hit your face. Almost every time you could feel her laugh and once she even wiggled around as if to remind you that she was loving this and you had no choice.
The video ended and Ms M got up again and helped you up shortly after. You tried to hunch down casually to hide the tent in your pants somewhat, but then gave up because she had full view of it the entire time you were marinating in her private area.
"Alright. Time to get you set up for the test. I can't imagine you'll get every question right, so might as well get you situated."
"What if I do get everything right? You haven't even explained what the consequences for wrong answers are," you were a little nervous. Although all the information was fairly basic, you spent much of the time not focused on the lesson so much.
She led you over to a work bench on the other side of the room. "Lay down this way," and she motioned for you to put your head down on the outer end. What on earth did she have in mind? She then brought out handcuffs that had been hidden below the bench and cuffed your hands below the bench. Obviously she didn't want you affecting whatever she had in mind. She secured your feet with larger straps instead of the metal handcuffs. You tried to move and she grinned when she could see your realization that there wouldn't be much of that.
She then proceeded to give you the oral test. You passed the first few questions. They were introduction type stuff that most people would know without even taking Chemistry. The next question stumped you however. After a while she gave up on waiting. "You're taking a little too long. Apparently we'll have to put a limiter on the time." She went to the adjoined kitchen and grabbed a timer. "At any rate, you've run out of time. Lets see. What should the first consequence be?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 Canucklehead (UN: canadean84 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
worthless slave has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author