Amy had a tough time in her senior year of high school. She had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago and still couldn’t pass her drivers test to get her license. But the toughest challenge was passing her science class. Amy was able to get most of the teachers to give her passing grades. Just looking at her great body and long jet black hair and blue eyes. She stood five foot five and had such beautiful legs and a tiny waist. She weighed nearly 100 pounds and had the prettiest size six feet.
Her science class was the toughest class she has ever had. She needed a C- to pass, but her teacher was content to give her an F and wasn’t about to make any changes. Then, with only two weeks away before she was suppose to graduate, Amy decided to take a desperate route to get out of failing and graduate with the rest of her class.
Amy arrived to her class wearing a pink tank top and a white button up blouse. She had white knee socks and pink sneakers and was wearing a red, pink, and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long black hair was banded into two long ponytails.
Just after her class had ended, everyone was heading home. Amy waited for the classroom to be empty with only her and Mr. Hudson. She approached Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson...Could I talk to you?” said a nervous but seductive Amy.
“What is it Amy?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I know my grades aren’t very good in your class and I know I won’t be able to get a passing grade, but I just have to graduate this year with my class.”
“Well Amy, I have told you before about extra credit and how you have a week to turn in any two extra credit topics to get a passing grade. Haven’t you even started on any?”
Amy began to approach Mr. Hudson and was seductively getting really close to him.
“Not really. I’ve been really busy at home. But I was wondering if there was an alternative extra credit project I could do that didn’t require lots of writing…..reading…….or…….studying.
Mr. Hudson began to get horny. He didn’t want anyone seeing but Amy moved to quickly. Mr. Hudson was about forty years old and was six foot three and weighed about 250 pounds.
“Well…Ah…..What did you have in mind Amy? Said Mr. Hudson.
Amy crawled onto his desk and placed her head near his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Mr. Hudson was shocked with what Amy had said and was also excited. He smiled at her and said maybe tonight he would look over her grade and asked her to stop by his house to start on her special extra credit project. He gave her his address.
“Don’t worry Mr. Hudson, I’ll bring everything. And this is just between you and me.” Said Amy as she began to leave.
Later that night, Amy arrived to Mr. Hudson’s house wearing the same school outfit she had on earlier with a backpack book bag filled with things she would need. Amy rang Mr. Hudson’s doorbell.
“Hi Amy! It’s great you could come over. I cleaned up so the place would look better.” Said Mr. Hudson.
Mr. Hudson was a divorced father of two sons. They lived with his ex wife. So he was living alone.
“Would you like a drink Amy?
“No thanks, I just wanted to get started so I can be home by eleven. My parents think I went to the movies with some friends. Besides, my book bag is heavy and I need to put it down.”
“Oh, I see. Well then, let me show you to the bedroom.”
Mr. Hudson led Amy down the hall and into his bedroom. Amy took off her sneakers and walked over to the bed.
“Wow! This is a large bed. I like the metal poles. I hope they will hold.”
She took off her backpack book bag and placed it on the bed.
“Boy, that was heavy.” Said Amy.
“What do you have in there?” said Mr. Hudson.
“Oh…You’ll see.” Giggled Amy.
She unzipped it and began to remove the contents from the bag. She removed 8 heavy leather restraints, a dog collar, a waist restraint, 12 padlocks, a bunch of chain, a blindfold, and a ball gag, some duct tape, and a pair of scissors. Amy began to place chains all over the bed. She locked them down with some of the padlocks. She then began to cut the toe areas off her knee socks.
“Why are you doing that Amy?”
“To give you better access to my feet silly.”
Amy rolled the cut section up to her ankle. Her toe nails were painted a nice pink. Amy then began to lock the restraints to the chains on the bed. She then pulled out a clock. She zipped up her bag and threw it on the floor. She set the clock and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. The clock said 7:15PM. She then removed her blouse, tank top and bra. She left her knee socks which were cut and rolled at her feet and her skirt. She then sat on the bed and called over to Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson, I think I’m going to need your help. Could you….strap me in?”
Mr. Hudson walked over to the bed. Amy laid back and Mr. Hudson began to strap the restraints on to her feet.
“Make sure they are nice and tight so I can’t get away.”
“Don’t worry Amy. You won’t be going anywhere.”
Mr. Hudson strapped her feet tight and then did the same just above her knees. He then locked her waist up. Mr. Hudson then straddled Amy at the waist and started locking her arms just above the elbows. Amy was giggling in anticipation for the fun to begin.
“Uh…There. Your right wrist is ready. How is it?”
“Mmm….nice and tight. Uh….I can’t get it loose either.”
Mr. Hudson then took her left hand and kissed it. Amy smiled and looked into Mr. Hudson’s eyes.
“Do it.” Said Amy.
Mr. Hudson then locked her left hand into place and then went to her neck.
“I don’t think I’ll strap your neck into place.”
“But I want you to.” Said Amy
“I’m afraid of choking you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just lock it in place. I want to be as helpless as I can.”
“If you’re sure about this?”
Mr. Hudson locked Amy’s neck into the collar. He didn’t lock it tight because he was afraid of choking her.
“Well then Amy, are you ready to play?”
“Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The duct tape. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Tape my fingers up.”
“Why?”
“Because I might try and pick the locks or try and undo the restraints.”
“The way you are bound right now, you can barely move your wrists, so it’s impossible for you to get your fingers to the buckles.”
“I know, but it’s sort of a sensory thing.”
“Oh……I see.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tape up Amy’s fingers with the duct tape. When he was finished, he then straddled her again.
“Now Amy, are you ready to struggle for your life?”
“Not yet.”
“Now what?”
“The blindfold. You need to cover my eyes up.”
“Hmm…..More sensory I see. If that’s what you want me to do, then I can do it.”
Mr. Hudson then began to blindfold Amy.
“What about this ball gag Amy?”
“Yes, gag me.”
“If you insist.”
Mr. Hudson was just about to gag her.
“WAIT!!” screamed Amy.
“Are you okay?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I forgot to tell you. First, hit the button on top of the clock. It’s set for 10:00PM which is one hour before I’m supposed to be home. That’s when the alarm goes off. When it does, you need to unchain me from the bed. Okay.”
“Sure, anything else?”
“Yes, be mean and brutal to me. Don’t be easy and never stop until the alarm goes off at 10:00 PM.”
“No problem.”
Mr. Hudson then placed the gag into Amy’s mouth and strapped it on. He then began to cut large strips of duct tape from the roll. He started placing them over the gag. Amy didn’t ask for the gag to be taped up, but she was feeling excited over the sensory depravation she was going to have when the TICKLING was going to begin. But suddenly, Amy realized, she was in trouble. She forgot to tell Mr. Hudson what the safety signal and safe word were going to be. She started to panic. She couldn’t get him to listen to her. Mr. Hudson still had Amy straddled at the waist and was ready to unload his tickling wrath on her. Amy struggled and struggled trying to get loose. She was screaming under her gag.
“MMHHMMHMH…WHAAAAMMMMMHHHWW!!!”
“Amy, I haven’t even started and you are already bucking like a bronco.”
Amy was doing everything she could to get Mr. Hudson’s attention. Mr. Hudson then put his head down towards Amy’s
“Amy is something wrong?”
“PMMPLMMEAMMSE…..WHHHAHAIAHMMHT.”
“Oh, you want me to start now. Okay.”
“NHHMOO”
Does Amy get the grade? find out soon.
Same tickle time.
Same tickle channel.
I just love teasing you guys.
Her science class was the toughest class she has ever had. She needed a C- to pass, but her teacher was content to give her an F and wasn’t about to make any changes. Then, with only two weeks away before she was suppose to graduate, Amy decided to take a desperate route to get out of failing and graduate with the rest of her class.
Amy arrived to her class wearing a pink tank top and a white button up blouse. She had white knee socks and pink sneakers and was wearing a red, pink, and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long black hair was banded into two long ponytails.
Just after her class had ended, everyone was heading home. Amy waited for the classroom to be empty with only her and Mr. Hudson. She approached Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson...Could I talk to you?” said a nervous but seductive Amy.
“What is it Amy?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I know my grades aren’t very good in your class and I know I won’t be able to get a passing grade, but I just have to graduate this year with my class.”
“Well Amy, I have told you before about extra credit and how you have a week to turn in any two extra credit topics to get a passing grade. Haven’t you even started on any?”
Amy began to approach Mr. Hudson and was seductively getting really close to him.
“Not really. I’ve been really busy at home. But I was wondering if there was an alternative extra credit project I could do that didn’t require lots of writing…..reading…….or…….studying.
Mr. Hudson began to get horny. He didn’t want anyone seeing but Amy moved to quickly. Mr. Hudson was about forty years old and was six foot three and weighed about 250 pounds.
“Well…Ah…..What did you have in mind Amy? Said Mr. Hudson.
Amy crawled onto his desk and placed her head near his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Mr. Hudson was shocked with what Amy had said and was also excited. He smiled at her and said maybe tonight he would look over her grade and asked her to stop by his house to start on her special extra credit project. He gave her his address.
“Don’t worry Mr. Hudson, I’ll bring everything. And this is just between you and me.” Said Amy as she began to leave.
Later that night, Amy arrived to Mr. Hudson’s house wearing the same school outfit she had on earlier with a backpack book bag filled with things she would need. Amy rang Mr. Hudson’s doorbell.
“Hi Amy! It’s great you could come over. I cleaned up so the place would look better.” Said Mr. Hudson.
Mr. Hudson was a divorced father of two sons. They lived with his ex wife. So he was living alone.
“Would you like a drink Amy?
“No thanks, I just wanted to get started so I can be home by eleven. My parents think I went to the movies with some friends. Besides, my book bag is heavy and I need to put it down.”
“Oh, I see. Well then, let me show you to the bedroom.”
Mr. Hudson led Amy down the hall and into his bedroom. Amy took off her sneakers and walked over to the bed.
“Wow! This is a large bed. I like the metal poles. I hope they will hold.”
She took off her backpack book bag and placed it on the bed.
“Boy, that was heavy.” Said Amy.
“What do you have in there?” said Mr. Hudson.
“Oh…You’ll see.” Giggled Amy.
She unzipped it and began to remove the contents from the bag. She removed 8 heavy leather restraints, a dog collar, a waist restraint, 12 padlocks, a bunch of chain, a blindfold, and a ball gag, some duct tape, and a pair of scissors. Amy began to place chains all over the bed. She locked them down with some of the padlocks. She then began to cut the toe areas off her knee socks.
“Why are you doing that Amy?”
“To give you better access to my feet silly.”
Amy rolled the cut section up to her ankle. Her toe nails were painted a nice pink. Amy then began to lock the restraints to the chains on the bed. She then pulled out a clock. She zipped up her bag and threw it on the floor. She set the clock and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. The clock said 7:15PM. She then removed her blouse, tank top and bra. She left her knee socks which were cut and rolled at her feet and her skirt. She then sat on the bed and called over to Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson, I think I’m going to need your help. Could you….strap me in?”
Mr. Hudson walked over to the bed. Amy laid back and Mr. Hudson began to strap the restraints on to her feet.
“Make sure they are nice and tight so I can’t get away.”
“Don’t worry Amy. You won’t be going anywhere.”
Mr. Hudson strapped her feet tight and then did the same just above her knees. He then locked her waist up. Mr. Hudson then straddled Amy at the waist and started locking her arms just above the elbows. Amy was giggling in anticipation for the fun to begin.
“Uh…There. Your right wrist is ready. How is it?”
“Mmm….nice and tight. Uh….I can’t get it loose either.”
Mr. Hudson then took her left hand and kissed it. Amy smiled and looked into Mr. Hudson’s eyes.
“Do it.” Said Amy.
Mr. Hudson then locked her left hand into place and then went to her neck.
“I don’t think I’ll strap your neck into place.”
“But I want you to.” Said Amy
“I’m afraid of choking you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just lock it in place. I want to be as helpless as I can.”
“If you’re sure about this?”
Mr. Hudson locked Amy’s neck into the collar. He didn’t lock it tight because he was afraid of choking her.
“Well then Amy, are you ready to play?”
“Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The duct tape. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Tape my fingers up.”
“Why?”
“Because I might try and pick the locks or try and undo the restraints.”
“The way you are bound right now, you can barely move your wrists, so it’s impossible for you to get your fingers to the buckles.”
“I know, but it’s sort of a sensory thing.”
“Oh……I see.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tape up Amy’s fingers with the duct tape. When he was finished, he then straddled her again.
“Now Amy, are you ready to struggle for your life?”
“Not yet.”
“Now what?”
“The blindfold. You need to cover my eyes up.”
“Hmm…..More sensory I see. If that’s what you want me to do, then I can do it.”
Mr. Hudson then began to blindfold Amy.
“What about this ball gag Amy?”
“Yes, gag me.”
“If you insist.”
Mr. Hudson was just about to gag her.
“WAIT!!” screamed Amy.
“Are you okay?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I forgot to tell you. First, hit the button on top of the clock. It’s set for 10:00PM which is one hour before I’m supposed to be home. That’s when the alarm goes off. When it does, you need to unchain me from the bed. Okay.”
“Sure, anything else?”
“Yes, be mean and brutal to me. Don’t be easy and never stop until the alarm goes off at 10:00 PM.”
“No problem.”
Mr. Hudson then placed the gag into Amy’s mouth and strapped it on. He then began to cut large strips of duct tape from the roll. He started placing them over the gag. Amy didn’t ask for the gag to be taped up, but she was feeling excited over the sensory depravation she was going to have when the TICKLING was going to begin. But suddenly, Amy realized, she was in trouble. She forgot to tell Mr. Hudson what the safety signal and safe word were going to be. She started to panic. She couldn’t get him to listen to her. Mr. Hudson still had Amy straddled at the waist and was ready to unload his tickling wrath on her. Amy struggled and struggled trying to get loose. She was screaming under her gag.
“MMHHMMHMH…WHAAAAMMMMMHHHWW!!!”
“Amy, I haven’t even started and you are already bucking like a bronco.”
Amy was doing everything she could to get Mr. Hudson’s attention. Mr. Hudson then put his head down towards Amy’s
“Amy is something wrong?”
“PMMPLMMEAMMSE…..WHHHAHAIAHMMHT.”
“Oh, you want me to start now. Okay.”
“NHHMOO”
Does Amy get the grade? find out soon.
Same tickle time.
Same tickle channel.
I just love teasing you guys.
