Math had always been my weakest subject and Jennifer Morris amplified my hatred for it even more. After all, she had the reputation of being the strictest teacher on campus. The strange thing was, she didn’t look anything like a typical “no-nonsense” professor. She was one of the youngest professors there as well as being quite attractive. She stood at a 5’8 height and had luscious brown hair with equally impressive brown eyes. Despite all that, just the first week, her upfront attitude and harsh marking caused many of her students to transfer to a different professor. I decided to stick with it for some reason, although looking back on it, it was probably because I was drawn in by her brown eyes and large breasts.
I had done very well in all my other classes, averaging close to a 4.0 GPA in all of them. However, as predicted, I was failing my math class and not from a lack of trying. I studied it every day, spending more time on it than any of my other classes and I got help from anyone I could, from tutors to even Morris herself, but nothing could overcome my lack of natural talent at it. Unfortunately I couldn’t drop it either, as I was studying human resources, which required the basic math courses to be completed in order to graduate. As the final exam approached, I dreadfully realized that there was no way I would be able to pass it, no matter how hard I tried. I soon became aware that there was only one solution: I had to cheat. I never cheated before in my entire life but failing this class would be the end of me and nothing else I had done had worked. I knew Ms. Morris lived close to campus and after finalizing on my decision to cheat, I learned from making small-talk with the other professors about her weekly schedule.
She went out jogging every Friday evening and that’s when I decided that I would strike. I was almost certain her house would contain the answers for the upcoming exam. I wandered around her house a few times in advance while she wasn’t there and noticed how she always left an upstairs window open. I was almost positive I would be able to climb in and get what I needed. Then I could carefully climb back down and get out before she came back. I would be lying if I felt great about doing this but I couldn’t afford the humiliation of failing her class. My parents, both academically inclined, would be completely ashamed of me and my application towards my ideal grad school would almost certainly be rejected.
At Friday 6:00 pm, I headed out. Her house was completely dark, so I knew she had left. I was wearing a dark T-shirt to be as unnoticeable as possible with dark track pants. Still feeling nervous, I quickly ran to her backyard and started climbing steadily, the bricks scraping my hands along the way, until I finally reached the window. I went inside, already sweating buckets from the climb. Frantically looking around, I located her laptop sitting on a nearby desk. To my relief, she didn’t even both locking it with a password so I browsed through it straight away. It didn’t take me long to find out where she kept the answers, and I was about to take out my phone and snap a picture of it, when I suddenly heard some footsteps from right outside the room.
“How could she still be here?” I wondered. Knowing I had no time to hide what I had been doing, I quickly turned around to hide my face just before she came in and turned on the lights. I ran over to the window, trying to make a run for it and hoped that she didn’t recognize me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, in a strangely calm voice. Just as I was about to climb out, I felt her wrap her arms around my neck, placing me in a chokehold, and pull me back. I started struggling but to my horror, she was a lot stronger than I could have imagined. Not only could I not break her grip but her hold was so tight that I had to allow myself to get dragged by her in order to avoid being choked out. I wanted to yell out loudly in frustration, but since that would only reveal my identity, I kept silent. Instead, I started thrashing around and pulling at her arms, to no avail. Her arms wrapped around my neck like steel. I heard her giggle which ironically infuriated me. “How could she be taking a home invasion less seriously than teaching math class?” I thought angrily.
Still grappling with her, I looked around and realized she was dragging me into her bedroom. Suddenly, she turned around and with one swift motion, tossed me onto the bed while keeping me in a chokehold. She landed on top of me and finally let go of my neck. “Got you pinned now!” she said triumphantly, while sitting on my back. I started struggling again, trying to lift my arms up so I could throw her off. Since she didn’t weigh that much and I was fairly strong, I almost was able to get her off me rather easily until I heard her say “no, no, no, no!” Suddenly, her fingers squeezed my sides causing me to laugh and spasm uncontrollably. This made me fall back onto the bed in defeat. “Aww! Are you ticklish, you poor thing?” she giggled and I knew that I was trapped. With her lying on top of my back, she could just tickle me repeatedly and being insanely ticklish, I would be rendered completely helpless. She laughed triumphantly and said, “This is what I did to my boyfriend whenever we were play fighting. He never won a single time after I discovered how ticklish he was. I never would have guessed that those skills would come in handy!”
Panicking now, I quickly tried to lift her off again and was close to succeeding before her fingers found themselves wriggling under my armpits. I held on for a few seconds before succumbing and falling back down and I knew it was over at this point. There was no way I could escape from her when she could tickle me to the point of helplessness. I sat there panting heavily, wondering what she was planning on doing next.
Part 2: The tie-up
Just as I thought this couldn’t get any worse, I heard her reach into her drawers to pull something out. She grabbed my wrist and I felt cold metal press against it and heard a clicking noise. Before I could react, she did the same to my other wrist, and I instantly knew that she had handcuffed me. I tried feeling around for the safety latch but couldn’t find it. I knew it was the genuine kind and I wasn’t getting out of them. Getting off my back, she turned around to face my legs. I was too distracted at the fact trying to pull at the cuffs on my wrists that I failed to notice her using a longer set of cuffs on my ankles. When she was done, I was completely trapped at this point. Satisfied, she finally got off me.
Panicking, I started to struggle but I knew it was no good. These weren’t the toy handcuffs that had an escape trigger on them; they were the real deal which meant that I wouldn’t be going anywhere until she decided to let me go. I turned around to face her, looking at her for the first time since I broke in. She was still in her jogging outfit, which consisted of a dark blue short sleeve T-shirt with matching blue track pants. What stood out the most was that she had a completely calm expression on her face. She spoke up, “Don’t worry, the cuffs are only temporary. I’m going down to get some ropes and I’ll be using those instead. I think you look better tied up in ropes instead of handcuffs.” She quickly left the room before I could protest. I struggled once more but quickly gave up; they were inescapable and I knew the only thing struggling would do was waste my energy. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, she returned with a bundle of silk ropes in her arms. She quickly sat down on my back again.
Wanting not to be humiliated any more, or tied up at her mercy, I started to flail wildly but the cuffs prevented me from moving my arms anywhere and she was easily able to get the rope around my wrist. “You poor baby, you’re not going anywhere,” she chuckled. There was nothing for me to do at this point; I had struggled so hard that I became completely exhausted. All I could do was wait to see what she would do next.
“Please I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t tie me up!” I cried out.
She didn’t even respond that time and just gave me a girlish giggle. Lying there helplessly, I waited in shame, frustration and fear as she expertly tied the rope around my wrist several more times, pinning it under her leg once she was done in order to keep it still, followed by crossing my other wrist over it and tying it as well before finishing it off by tying both of them together multiple times to ensure maximum sturdiness. I thought that was the end of it and started struggling but then I felt Jennifer wrap more rope around my elbows and tied them together tightly as well. I was even more helpless to stop her since I was already tied up and she effortlessly got what she wanted. She finished it up by tying my biceps together shortly afterwards.
After my arms were completely tied up, she got off me. I had regained some strength and tried struggling but my arms seemed like they were glued together. They were wrapped so tightly that I couldn’t even separate them at all.
“I bet if you knew how good I was at tying knots, you wouldn’t have come huh?” she taunted. Not waiting for a response, she grabbed my ankles. Knowing she was going to tie those up as well, I started kicking and flailing around but she plopped down on my legs, ending my resistance by pinning them in place. She repeated the same process she had done to my arms, tying my legs together at the ankles and then the knees. The rope was soft but tight and the knots were sturdy enough to prevent any chance of escape. Finally, as a small relief, she took out a key and undid the handcuffs on my wrists and legs. It didn’t matter though, as I was bound tightly without any chance of escape. When she was done, she got off me and then sat in front of me, allowing me to see her face for the first time. Her eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them and her mouth was twisted in a smile of amusement. My face blushed beet red and that infuriating smile grew wider. I wanted to tear it right off her and started budging around in my restraints to no avail. I wasn’t going to be going anywhere.
“So I bet you’re wondering how I knew you were coming, right?” she asked. Now that I thought about it, it seemed very likely that she knew I was coming beforehand and set this trap for me in advance. I nodded, being too ashamed to speak.
She continued, “I was actually on my way to go out to jog when I saw you walking this way. I normally wouldn’t have suspected a thing since I see students walk by all the time. But you had such a guilty look on your face, one I had seen many times before. I knew what you were up to at that point, and waited here for you to come!” she finished triumphantly.
Realizing how screwed I was, I started pleading for mercy. “Please don’t tell anyone about this, Ms. Morris! I’ll be expelled!”
“I will have to think about that, Adam,” she replied. “In the meantime though, why don’t we have some fun right now? I think you would like that, seeing as how you never seem to have any fun in my classes,” she laughed.
“W….what are you talking about?” I asked nervously. I watched as she opened a drawer and pulled out a bright red ball gag. Shocked that she even possessed such a thing, I shook my head around and cried out for help but, considering I had nowhere to go, she eventually managed to stuff it into my mouth. I shook my head around wildly but she swiftly secured the straps behind by head, gagging me for good.
“That’s better, don’t you think, dear?” she asked.
I mumbled something incomprehensible into my gag and my face flushed with embarrassment again. I must have looked and sounded like a complete moron with this ball gag in my mouth.
“So what do you think I should do with you, Adam? You’ve been a bad boy and you deserve to be punished. I think I have to tell the dean about this, don’t you?”
I shook my head around to answer no.
She said, in the same stern voice she used at school “I want to hear you speak even with that gag in your mouth. Say ‘no’ and I will reconsider it.”
I would have rather had the ground open up and swallow me in than listen to her but I had no other choice now. I said no, trying to make myself sound not like an idiot and failing. The word came out muffled and caused Jennifer to laugh.
“Oh that’s very funny. Ok, since you’re so adamant about it, I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I want to get some pictures of you. Those will come in handy for me, whether it’s to ask favors from you or just so I can look at them for my amusement. Don’t go anywhere,” she said, getting off the bed and walking downstairs.
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