Mr Cotton makes me make the grade (revised)

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

Mr Cotton makes me make the grade (revised)
[F4M][Mf][AGE][Handcuffs]Intro to[D/s]play[Teacher/Student][Vanilla][His Home]


It's winter vacation near the end of the first semester of my senior year. I'm in Mr. Cotton's Issues in Historical Studies class and for the first time in my life, I am behind on a major project. Mr Cotton is not happy with me but he has agreed to help me with the citations for my final paper over the weekend. We can't use the school so I'm going over to his house to use his library. I get there late in the morning as a light snow is falling, and he shows me into his office/library. That’s where the real trouble starts.

I don’t know what’s up with me today, but I can’t concentrate. Maybe it’s this first real look at his house and his home office. He described it to our class in Creative last year so I’m sort of familiar with all the different things he has on the shelves, seashells and photographs from all over, toys and the one thing that keeps drawing my eyes: Handcuffs. He’s got a pair hanging off a high shelf.  He never mentioned those at all. I’m sitting across from his desk at a small worktable facing him. He notices me not working and gives me a look.

“You’d better pick up the pace. You don’t want to spend all day here,” he says. “What do I have to do? Chain you to the desk so you concentrate?”
“Chain me to the desk?” I repeat, laughing nervously. I shake my head as  Anger and excitement rush through me. I try to work again but I can’t keep my eyes off of them.  He notices, of course.
“What’s the matter, Melissa?” He asks. “You’ve never seen handcuffs before? Well, if they’re such a distraction up there, I’ll put them somewhere else. I’m lost in the sudden fantasy of him cuffing my wrists together—I don’t notice what he’s really doing when I feel the metal of the handcuff cool on my ankle. He really did it. He chained me to my desk!  The thought was one thing, but now that he’s done it I feel super horny. But I put my pen on the page and begin writing. I get a lot done but I’m starting to squirm. I put my hand up and he comes over.
“I really have to pee,” I tell him.
“Finish that citation, first.” he tells me. And then he stands over me as I write.  When I’m done he picks it up and slowly reads over it. I’m getting antsy, now. I really have to pee, but I obey. Finally, he reaches down and unlocks my ankle. I scurry to the bathroom trying to make sense of what I’m feeling.  I was totally in his power and I didn’t complain. I really liked it.

When I came back he told me what I had to fix in the paper and I asked him about the handcuffs.  He told me they were from his bad old days as a punk and he kept them for nostalgic reasons. I know there’s more to it than that, but I can’t get him to give anything away.
“Look,” I finally say. “Can we make a deal?”
“What kind of deal,” he says jingling the cuffs in one hand.
“If I finish the citations and fix the conclusion like you said, will you show me how to…how to use the handcuffs?”
“You finish the work and we’ll talk,” He says, nodding. And I sit down and write, more focused than I have ever been.
                        *
He honors the deal and tells me a little about how he used to play with them with girls.  He’s trying to educate me, I can tell and that makes me smile inside.  But I begin to sense some stirrings in him as he recalls his old exploits. I do what I can to make him uncomfortable. Slipping the cuffs on my wrist and posing like I’m tied up.
Finally, I get the reaction I’ve been looking for.
“You can only do this kind of stuff with someone you trust,” he tells me for the second time. “Do you trust me?”
I tell him I do and then listen as he explains the rules of this kind of play. I pick a ‘safety word’ that I can use if I get uncomfortable with what is happening. I pay attention, wondering if I’m getting too deep into something and also wondering why I’m so horny.
We clear off the rectangular table in the office and I get up on top of it.
“Just lie back, Melissa,” he tells me. “And spread your arms and legs.”
He produces three more pairs of handcuffs from a drawer and moves around me clinking.  Soon, I am spread-eagled on the rectangular worktable. Four pairs of handcuffs lock me to the legs. I am breathing heavy now as he leans over me.
“How do you feel, Melissa?” He asks me.
“I little scared,“ I tell him in a small voice. “and a little more excited.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because you could—do anything to me like this.”
“Is that why you’re scared or why you’re excited?” He asks and I can’t answer. He puts his hands on my belly and starts unbuttoning my shirt. “Do you remember your safe word, Melissa?” He says as he undoes the three bottom buttons to expose my belly button.
“Y-yes.” I say, “I do.”  I want him to touch me so bad.
He keeps unbuttoning me all the way up my chest till only one button remains. “Do you want to use it?”  He asks.
“No.” I say as definitely as I can manage. He undoes the last button and I feel cool air on my upper body.

 I ache for him to touch my breasts and he doesn’t disappoint me, though he makes me wait while he puts his hands on the rest of my bare skin first. Then with a quick motion that he must’ve practiced somewhere, he flicks my bra clasp and it opens. My nipples are hard from the cold and the excitement and he rolls then in his fingers, making me moan as he bends his head to my body and starts kissing my stomach and hips. I suddenly wish he’d take off my pants too, but I realize that he can’t with me chained up like this.  I am considering all of this when my cell phone rings.

He picks it up and shows me the screen. I tell him it’s my mom and he unlocks one hand so I can take the call. She asks if we have looked outside lately and I have to tell them no. He goes to the window and when he comes back he looks surprised. Mom wants to talk to him.  She says she doesn’t want me driving in this storm and asks if I can stay there overnight.  Still confused and a little excited by the act of talking to my mom while I’m half naked and chained to a table in one of my teacher’s houses, I hand him the phone. They speak and he tells her that he does have a guest room for when his daughter’s here and that I can wait out the storm with him.  They say goodbye and he returns to me.

“It’s a blizzard out there,” he says as he re-shackles the arm I offer him. “Now you can spend the whole night here.”

“But then you can’t get my pants off!” I blurt.

“I didn’t mean here on this table,” he says, smiling as he bends down and kisses me. It’s a hard kiss, a rough kiss and I love it. We wrestle our tongues and I feel my pussy get warm. One hand is cradling my head; the other is doing great things with my nipples.  I am rolling my hips, pulling at my bonds and listening to my heart beat, lost in the moment.  His breathing gets heavy and I listen to that too, with my eyes closed.

Suddenly he isn’t there anymore and I hear the clink of a belt being undone. He grips me by the shoulders and pulls me back till my head is hanging over the edge of the table.  I look and see his cock, upside down approaching my mouth. I give a little moan of pleasure as I take it in. I love the feel of his cock in my throat, but in this position, I can’t do what I normally do. Then I feel him begin to thrust and I have to hurry to relax my throat. “This is called mouthfucking,” he tells me as he leans over and massages my breasts. I do what I can with my tongue but I am very conscious that I am in his power. The thought makes my pussy contract and I have a little orgasm right then surprising the hell out of me.

“You get a choice now,” he tells me. “I can just keep mouthfucking you till I choke you with my cum, or you can get completely naked and finish me off on your knees.

“Naked,” I say between thrusts and he laughs and pulls his cock from me. I miss it, though I was a little worried about what I would do when he came. He unlocks the cuffs and watches me as I strip out of my khakis, sodden panties and socks. Then he tells me to get on my knees and hold my hands out and after he binds my wrists, he cuffs my ankles together. Balance is tricky but I am a cheerleader so I manage it. He sits down in the leather chair on the other side of the room and tells me to come to him. I can’t do anything but crawl so I do and it feels so sexy with the chink of the cuffs as I move.

I am experiencing a level of horniness way beyond what I am used to. And I take his cock back into my mouth, savoring the power and strength in it. Holding both hands together is tricky and I fall forward once or twice but soon I hit my rhythm and he spews his hot cum down my throat. I have another little orgasm then and my pussy burns for someone to touch it. Him. Me. A stranger. But he doesn’t allow it, no matter how much I beg.

Later, he leads me to his bedroom.  The only lights in here are a few candles and I can see the snowfall outside. Naked, wearing nothing but the handcuffs that hold my arms behind my back now, I am near delirious with the need to have him in me.  My excitement hits a new level as he puts a blindfold on me. I’m standing up in blackness.  He talks to me as he moves around.

“Don’t move,”  he says. I’m afraid to. With my arms behind my back I can’t feel my way.  I can’t tell where he is and then he grasps my shoulders and throws me on the bed, face down.  “Kneel and put that ass up in the air.” He tells me.  I struggle to get into position, feeling incredibly sexily vulnerable.
I have no warning when the first blow lands. He spanks me roughly, first on one cheek, then the other. The feeling is electric, almost as good as when he plays with my nipples. And the sudden violence is exciting. I actually miss it when he stops spanking me and undoes the handcuffs.
“Get on your back,” he tells me and when I do, he moves around tying my wrists and ankles to the bedframe.  I am spread out before him and I can feel the cool breeze touch the moistness of my pussy.  He sits on the edge of the bed and trails his hands down my exposed body.  “How does it feel, Melissa?” he asks. “To be staked out like this, open to me.”
”I like it,” I tell him.
“I can do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me,” he says hypnotically. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I say breathily.
He lays his hand on the side of my face and strokes my cheek. I seek out his fingers and take them in my mouth and he lets me suck on them for a while. Then he sticks them in my pussy and finger fucks me for a bit, before putting them back in my mouth. I suck my pussy juice off of my master’s fingers greedily.  He plays with my body and touches me everywhere for a while and then disappears.  Alone, I am hyperconscious of how exposed I am.

I hear him come back but he doesn’t come to the bed.  Through the very edges of the blindfold I detect the flashes and hear a camera cycle as he records this. This turns me on even more.  Then he begins talking again, teasing me on every level.
“Pull on your bonds,” he says. “Try to get free.”
I do as he says and the camera flashes again and again. I try to give him a show. Is it what he does or that it’s him doing it?
 “You don’t even know if anyone else is in the room do you? He asks.  The thought hadn’t occurred to me before, but when it does it excites me even more.
“I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to,” I say, giving as good as I’m getting.
“If you were my slave, I’d hold you to that,” he says and I feel him get on the bed, on top of me. I’ve been wanting this all afternoon and I come the minute he’s inside me and continue to writhe with pleasure as I enjoy his cock. He thrusts deeply and I feel his hunger for me. He pumps into me, sometimes slow and easy and other times hard and fast like a jackhammer. It’s exquisite and I have seriously never gotten fucked this good.
“I miss seeing your eyes,” he says suddenly, and tears the blindfold off.  He is kneeling on the bed between my legs and I see his beautiful face and his desire for me. He lifts me off the bed as he thrusts and I pull against my bonds.  Then he bends down and finds my mouth with his. We’re kissing deeply when I notice his breathing change. Soon he begins to pulse and I feel his warm cum fill me up.
“Thank you, Master,” I tell him.  I want to tell him I love him, but I’m chicken.
“Melissa,” He says and I skip a breath. Maybe he’ll be the first one to…”
“Your paper looks good,” he says.

MT
You know, he actually does have a handcuff key on his keychain. I know cuz I had to use them to unlock the closet one day. I’ve never been brave enough to ask him about it though.