Here it comes.. We are about 75% of the way there..
He was awake before she came out. It was his bladder that woke him up, he had to pee. Badly. But what was he supposed to do? Piss on the carpet? He thought about rolling over to the hardwood and pissing there since it would be easier to clean, but then he realized he didn't have permission to piss. He couldn't risk her letting those pictures out. They would make her famous, but himself infamous. So he would wait for permission, wait for whatever she wanted.
Eventually she came out from the back of the cabin, wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. She looked fabulous, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes clear and her silky hair was down, laying about her shoulders. Her sleek white calves poked out from beneath the robe. She walked right up to him.
"Kiss my feet," she said,flirtatiously.
Before he even thought about it, he kissed her feet, feeling their warmth. Her skin always felt so damn warm and tempting, he thought.
She pulled the blanket off of him and started untying his feet and knees. As soon as she was done she stepped away.
"Allright, flex them, spread them, move them around. Make sure they still work." After he did that for a while she helped him up and walked him a little bit until she was certain he felt steady. She sat down and considered him while he walked a little more, and did some knee bends. His arms were still tied behind his back, so he could only do a little, but damn it felt good.
"How are you this morning?" she asked.
"I have to use the restroom." he said, sheepishly.
She stood up, "Okay, follow me." She led him to the restroom, lifted the lid, grabbed and aimed his penis and said, "Go ahead"
He was very uncomfortable. This was a very private thing to him, using the restroom. He didn't want to do this in front of her.
She shook his penis a little, "What's the matter, a little stage fright? I've never seen a man pee before, this seems like a good time. Go on, I want you to."
Arguing was useless, he thought, and might get him completely hogtied again, with that gag. He was still extremely helpless, and she had the pictures, so what the hell. He began to urinate, a little trickle at first and then a long, strong stream. It went for about thirty seconds and finally stopped. He felt great afterwards.
Beth shook it a bit, shaking the last drops off. She had been fascinated by the whole thing, and was tickled pink he hadn't tried to complain at all. Slowly, she was gaining control of him. Perfect for the day's plans.
"Alright, Mr. Smith, into the shower. It is time to get ready for school." She opened the door for him and he walked into the large, tiled shower. It had several shower heads, one of them with a massager attached. She turned him around and undid his elbows and wrists. She stood back for a minute.
"Give them a good stretch too." She watched the muscles on his chest and shoulder as he flexed them and swung his arms around. "That's enough, sit down."
He sat down on a little tile bench built into the wall. Beth came up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Running her hands down the arms to the wrists, she grabbed the wrists, lifted them over his head and handcuffed him to a towel ring hanging from the wall. Satisfied with what she saw, she turned, removed her robe and started the shower up.
For fifteen minutes she cleaned herself, soaping her body slowly, washing her hair a couple of times, cleaning her crotch. He watched it all in amazement. He couldn't take his eyes off if he wanted to. She was a tremendously sexy woman and he wanted her. She glanced over at him and saw his hard on, but she didn't touch it. A couple of times she sat on his lap and washed her feet or legs, squishing his penis around.
Beth enjoyed herself immensely. She knew he was loving the exhibition and wanted her, it was obvious. His eyes were everywhere, following her poofy sponge, the soap running down her skin, watching the drips off her perky tits. This had all been turning out way more fun than she had even hoped, he was listening to her and seemed to want another order from her. He was taking her seriously and that made her feel very confident. She saw his raging boner and wanted to do something for him, but it wasn't time yet and she wasn't a hundred percent sure what to do, so she plopped her soapy ass on his lap and wiggled around a bit. He tried to be very quiet, but she heard his gasps and little moan. Eventually she stopped, all clean, turned and smiled at him.
"Okay, Mr. Smith, your turn." She soaked him with the massager, rinsing his hair off, slicking it back. Her delicious tits dangled in front of him, but he stayed still. He knew she was lovely, and of course she turned him on. It didn't change the fact that this was illegal and immoral. She conditioned and shampooed his hair, scrubbed him with her fragrant soap and poof. Then she put shaving cream on his face and carefully shaved him. He sat stock still the entire time, she had a razor to him now. When she finished with his face she leaned back and rubbed her fingers and palm on his cheek. He could tell it felt very smooth.
"Mr. Smith, today you are going to experience class the same way I do. I think you'll learn more that way. So you will get ready the same way I do." Beth sat down next to him and pulled a leg onto her lap, stroking it. "I don't have to shave my legs everyday, but if they looked like this, I would definitely shave them."
That caused him to jerk against the cuffs and he opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it after seeing her stern look.
"You need to stay still while I do this", she said. With that she began putting shaving creme on his leg, all the way at the very top. She put a little on, got her razor and took a stroke through the creme. It came out choked with hair but revealed a small patch of smooth skin. Beth looked over at John as she stroked the small patch. "Hmmm.. Nice." John looked fascinated by it. Bit by bit she applied creme to his hairy legs and shaved them, all the way down to the hairs on his toes. Before long his legs looked long and smooth, he could see the muscles under the skin. They didn't look like women's legs. They looked like a movie stars legs, they were muscular but smooth men's legs. It wasn't altogether terrible.
Beth watched him and smiled, "See Mr. Smith, I knew you would like it. You need to trust me, I know what you like! For instance, I know you like my smooth, shaved pussy. I felt that last night. I bet it would feel good to have two smoothed, shaved crotches rub against each other. What do you think?" But as she talked she applied shaving cream to his genitals, and he knew it didn't matter what he thought. Carefully she shaved his pubic area until it was as smooth and clean as hers. Finally she gave him one last rinsing and turned the shower off. When she turned around, she saw that he was checking himself out, examining his body. She grabbed his chin and pulled it up.
"This is why women take care of ourselves like this, Mr. Smith. It makes us feel sexy. Don't you feel sexy, Mr. Smith?"
"Yes." he said
She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "I hope you are starting to realize that I keep you tied up so that I can free your mind. If I didn't limit your actions, you wouldn't let me do these things to you and then you would still be stuck in the same world you already know."
She reached up and began to unlock his wrists, "Now however, we graduate to times of freedom. But before you get any ideas, you must know that you still have much to learn and I still have the pictures. Get up and dry yourself."
After he was toweled off, he stood there, naked. He knew very well she still had the pictures, but something else was keeping him still as well. Despite himself, he wanted to see what she had in store next. He wanted to feel her smooth skin against his smooth skin and was prepared to wait for it. He wouldn't be able to say no anyway, so he might as well enjoy it, he rationalized to himself.
"Go into the bedroom and get dressed for school, I'll wait for you." She put the terry cloth robe back on as he walked out. For a few minutes she didn't hear anything, but then some rustling told her he was getting ready. About ten minutes later he came out, blushing red and looking down.
She looked him up and down. He was properly dressed for school. He had on a white shirt over a red, plaid, wool skirt. On his legs he had stockings, just like hers, thin, sheer and smooth up to his knees. He didn't have any shoes on, Beth hadn't known his shoe size. He wouldn't look up. Beth thought he looked like a doll and enjoyed looking him up and down as he stood there, sheepish. Now she learned something. Those skirts really are teasers, it covered him just to his middle thigh and she wanted to see more. The patch of smooth skin between the skirt and stockings was very alluring when you're attracted to the person you were looking at. No wonder the teachers couldn't keep their eyes off. Beth felt some pity for them now, just a little.
"Very well done Mr. Smith," Beth reached over and pulled the skirt up, yep, he had put the panties on and everything. "Now you have gotten ready for school just like I do. Don't be embarrased, be intrigued. I did this to teach you something. Now go to the study, sit down in the chair, tie your legs to the chair legs, and handcuff yourself to the chair." She handed him some rope and some handcuffs. He took them and looked at her, confused for a moment.
"You heard me, go and tie yourself up! I don't have time to do everything, I need to get ready for school too. And since you hesitated, gag yourself first. Go on, get moving!" She brushed past him and went into the bedroom, slamming the door.
John walked to the study, hopelessly confused by his arousal. He was wearing a school girl's outfit, told to go tie himself up and was turned on. As he walked, he felt the skirt around his legs, he had to shorten his stride to prevent from being caught short by the wooly fabric. Cool air circulated up the skirt, refreshing his freshly shaved skin. The air that came through the stockings felt odd, but interesting.
The chair was a student desk, just like from the school. John sat down and began to tie his legs to the chair as instructed. Doing so, he felt the silky smoothness of his own stockinged legs and wanted to touch them a little more, but was afraid she would come out soon. So he finished with his legs, now tightly secured to the chair, strapped the ball gag in, cuffed one hand, reached around his back and cuffed the other. There, in less than a minute, he had completely incapacitated himself, mostly of his own free will. Sure she had the pictures but he hadn't even tried to resist. He went and tied himself up, dressed like a school girl and he had been happy to do so. What was going on?
Beth breezed in a little while after he had finished, dressed in pants, shirt and tie. She had glasses on and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John, all tied up, looking even funnier now with the bright red ball gag in his mouth. She ignored him as she had planned and began placing papers on a table across the room from John. Then she went out, grabbed a book and came back in. She sat down at the desk in the room and began to read, ignoring him. The whole time she sat and pretended to read, she felt his eyes on her.
John sat, a little astounded she was just going to read in front of him. Surely this whole set up was for more than that. He noticed she tried to ignore him. Yeah right, like she could ignore him right now. Who was she fooling? There was a clock on the wall and he could watch the time pass. At about the half hour mark he rolled his eyes and slumped a little.
Perfect, she thought and snapped her book shut. "Oh, Mr. Smith, I didn't see you there. Well, I guess we will begin." She got up and undid the handcuffs and leg ties.
"Over on that table are many sheets of paper, each with a sentence on it. You will take one sheet of paper at a time back to your desk and copy that sentence 100 times, then you will put the finished sheet on my desk and get another. You will do this until all the sheets are filled. Pencils are in the box on the floor in the corner." Beth sat down, "You may begin."
John sat for a second, got up, got a sheet of paper and went back to his desk. But, he didn't have a pencil, so he went over to the box, bent over and picked one up. As he did so he felt the skirt ride up his ass and he quickly grabbed the pencil and turned. Beth looked down the exact second he turned, but he saw the movement and knew she had been looking. He sat down at his desk and began to read.
Beth interrupted, "Tsk, tsk, Mr. Smith, that is no way for a proper lady to sit. Keep those knees together! Cross those legs!"
He tried to cross his legs without flashing the world but found it was quite difficult. Finally he managed and sat with his legs tightly crossed. His two stockinged calves slid against each other, it felt good. He felt the fabric on the skirt ride way up his thigh and felt exposed. He glanced up and caught Beth looking away again. He read the sheet. It was the definition of submission. He was supposed to write the definition of submission 100 times. Well, whatever. Whatever made her happy.
And so it went for the entire day, he would get up drop a piece of paper on her desk and go get another. Writing and writing and writing. Sometimes it was defintions, sometimes it was erotic sentences from books, sometimes lists of body parts like "leg, ass, feet, thigh, calves, heel, knees". He stopped caring after a while. What he did notice, all the time, was whenever she thought he wasn't looking, Beth stole a peek at him. Either his legs, his face, his arms, whatever. He began to feel her eyes on him. He knew every time the skirt rode up, her eyes followed. He began pushing it up a little bit more, to tease her. See how she liked it! Her desire for him was obvious. If he was in a bar he would have bought her a drink and sat down to talk.
Eventually, as it started to get dark outside, Beth snapped her book shut again. "Mr. Smith, come here." He stopped writing and got up, came to the desk. "No, no, come around here, have a seat." She patted the desk corner. He sat down where she wanted, crossing his legs automatically for his modesty.
"Let's talk about what you learned today, Mr. Smith. How do you feel in that outfit?"
"A little ridiculous. I'm not a cross dresser." he said
"I know that, but now you know exactly how us ladies feel. Those outfits are ridiculous, neither a woman nor a man would choose to wear one. However, you do look really cute dressed like that." She placed a hand on his stockinged leg and he blushed.
"What did you think about the assignment?"
"It was perfectly random and annoying busy work. My hand hurts from all that nonsense. I mean, what was the.."
Beth cut him off, "Precisely Mr. Smith. That is exactly what the students feel about homework. Now, now, don't make a fuss. You may have a plan, a goal, but the busy work is still busy work and we all hate it."
John closed his mouth and thought about it for a minute.
"What did you think of me? Mr. Smith, what did you notice? Be frank with me."
He hesitated for a moment but then decided the hell with it, "You were so obvious! Every time I looked up you looked away. You spent the whole day checking me out and acting like I didn't know. And that ignoring me thing at the beginning, you never even turned a page..." His voice died off for a minute as he realized what had just happened. This is what he did, try to sneak a look whenever he could. My god, had he been so obvious? He had even started to tease her, just like the girls did at school! Jesus, it was that transparent? Was his desire and lust that easy to see?
Beth looked at his dumbfounded eyes and knew he had figured out today's lesson, mostly. "What would you do if you saw that amount of desire in a person you were attracted to?"
John didn't have to think about it, "I would have bought her a drink and maybe asked her out."
Beth jumped up and hugged John, giving him a quick kiss, she was excited, "Don't you see, that's what I did. Except I can't buy you a drink, because I'm not old enough and you would have never gone out with me, because I was your student. So I had to make you see and understand!" She grabbed his hand and started leading him out of the study.
"You've done a terrific job today Mr. Smith! Amazing! Now it is time for your wonderful reward and my turn to learn something!" They went to the bedroom.
Embrace the fetish!