Maggie Hill
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Maggie’s Wet Dreams Ch. 8.1
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 13:13:51 +0000 UTCMy senior year of high school, and yes when I was 18, I was a teaching assistant for my chemistry teacher. I had the highest grade in the class and was allowed to do this as an elective. It was a pretty each class since all I had to do was grade papers and make sure all of the stations for the class were ready and everything was done to safety standards per the text book. Anyways during that time, I had come across a site about bondage stories and one turned me on a lot. Well, a lot of the stories did, but this one in particular made me fantasize about things when I had to grade the same boring, 10 questions quiz a few dozen times.
I do remember one time I had to bring home some tests to be graded. We were so packed with homework, that either of us hadn’t gotten to the tests and I offered to do that since it would be quicker with the answer sheet than having to read over long answers and figure if they were right or not which the teacher could do faster than me. That’s when I realized I left the answer key at school. I was lucky enough that my teacher trusted me with a set of keys to get me into the classroom and with all the sports stuff and after school things the school was pretty much kept unlocked.
Even doing cross-country for so long, it felt weird coming into the school at night after everyone was gone. I did have many other fantasies of that, but worried about all the cameras around and some security guard finding me, arresting me and everyone at school spreading rumors about me afterwards. Anyways the fantasy goes like this.
I was able to make it into the classroom, it was very nice being that it was still a fairly new school, even had a large lab connected to the back through a door where I would do most of my grading. It felt awfully different at night though, completely silent, every little thing making a sound that was foreign to me made me feel like I was walking into a horror movie.
That’s when I saw in, silver and shiny, the light from the emergency light glimmering off of it, a gun. His hands were shaky, I couldn’t see the rest of him, just the tip of his gun as he stood there and pointed it at me, the shock causing me to freeze.
“You ruined my life and now I’m going to ruin yours.”
“Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, I’m not who you think I am.”
“Oh, I know exactly who you are and 5 years ago, you cost me everything.”
Five years ago, I thought to myself, I was only in middle school then, I didn’t think there were any boys or anyone in general whose lives I ruined.
He didn’t give me much time to think before I heard the word that brought dread to my stomach, “strip!”
I started with my hoodie, my hands were shaking, still in high school no one had ever seen me naked, except for my doctor and my parents growing up. Now I was going to be exposed to a complete stranger whose face I hadn’t even seen yet.
I dropped it to the ground, slipping my shoes off and socks next trying to prolong the inevitable. My bare feet on the cold, tile floor brought shivers up my spine. My shirt came off next followed by my cargo shorts, I figured dressed like this he would have obviously known I was too young to be whoever he thought I was, but I had a feeling he was either too drunk or high to have known the difference.
“Come on already!”
His scream made me go faster, without even thinking my bra was off and my panties were to the ground. Who knew screaming at a girl was such a panty dropper. He took my clothes and threw them over by the door, shoes as well that made a hard knock when they hit the wall. By his foot he grabbed a large duffle bag and motioned me to follow him.
We went over to the teacher’s desk, “get on it.”
With his hood, it was still hard to make out his face, he was much taller than me, but kind of scrawny to be honest. But he still had the gun and I was at his mercy. So, I got up onto the desk which was cleaned off of the usual papers and books that were on there. The hard surface hurt my knees and it was a little hard for a short girl like me, displaying myself in ways that made me blush.
“On your back!”
I turned over, laying on the desk, I felt like I was about to be examined by a doctor, hands at my sides, too afraid to cover myself, all I could do was wait for whatever was about to come next. He grabbed my left wrist and wrapped a leather cuff around it tightly. He got on his knees and I heard metal scrape against the floor under the desk where he got to the other side bounding my right wrist as well and then pulled something tight so I couldn’t move more than a few inches away from the desk.
He got down to my ankles and did the same to my left, and then back behind the desk, he took my leg into his hand and pulled it up into the air and with a few tugs my leg was stuck there unable to move at all. To my shock and embarrassment, he did the same to my right, I could have struggled, I could have tried to make myself less hospitable, but at this point I just couldn’t fight it through all the shock.
I was stuck, completely exposed, legs up in a way that could only be described as one word, slutty and I did nothing to stop it. He reached into his large bag and I had a feeling he wasn’t done yet.
Comments
Ferris Beuller
I remember this story and loved it. I'm looking forward to seeing your take on it :)
Hedgie
Absolutely adding this to the list, fuck yea
