The Finishing School - Detention
The door opened and Miss Travers walked in. Her boots thudding on the carpet, leather catsuit creaking with menace.
She stared down at the sight on the floor, her eyes scanning the scene like a hawk. The smile played across her lips as she took the first detention class of the term. Amelia and Abby blindly shuffled around in the leather straps binding them into a frogtie. The open leather hoods tightly over their heads, ball gags jammed in their mouths.
The spiteful crotch ropes were added to the armbinders painfully pinning their arms and shoulders behind them. Abby’s generous backside jutted out as she tried to get comfortable in her bonds. Amelia’s crotch binding was especially tight as each struggle pulled the rope in tighter. Her leather shorts providing little relief.
“A truly shameful display in your first lesson, bitches. Mrs Wenlock went easy on you too.”
She pressed a boot against Abby’s back and dug the heel in.
“Surely you have enough padding to take a little boot? You’re lucky I didn’t run out of rope to bind your piggy body up.”
Abby yelped as the boot kept pressing her flesh. Amelia growling through her gag to try and distract the sadistic bitch. Miss Travers stopped and knelt down next to Amelia, yanking the crotchrope hard.
“You wanted my attention, Amelia? Be careful, girl. You might just get it.”
Travers stood and she went over to the large TV screen on the wall.
“I’m going to play back this morning’s lesson from Mrs Wenlock’s class. You will both watch your humiliation and note it well. I’m sure it is a lesson you won’t soon forget.”
Amelia couldn’t forget. The classroom was a sex offender’s paradise. The leather clad Mrs Wenlock ordered the girls to sit on vibrating dildos fixed to each chair. The desks themselves were fitted with manacles and the students were made to gag themselves as they wrote out lines for an hour. She winced at the thought of the cocks springing into life at random intervals and torturing the captive class to forced orgasms, while trying to write their lines out.
Both Abby and Amelia were deemed to have failed the lesson, as the sexual torture rendered them helpless. But the memory wasn’t enough for the hateful Miss Travers, as both girls had their hoods removed and the ball gags exchanged for panty gags sealed with grey vinyl tape. As an extra treat, each crotchrope was now fitted with a bullet vibe taped to it.
“The batteries are fully charged, and we’ll now settle in for a nice recap of your failure. Any more cumming tonight, will result in a spell in the box.”
The girls were at Miss Travers’ booted feet and the vibes began to insidiously work them over. They shifted and grunted, but the relentless rubbing of the ropes against them began to take its toll. Amelia let out a moan of sheer sexual release as she couldn’t take her eyes off the footage. Just seeing Abby in an equally helpless position finished her off….she shuddered like a junkie as she humped the rope over and over. Abby quickly followed suit, her ample chest heaving as she too gave in to the vibe.
Travers started laughing and pointed her phone at the hapless friends, their orgasmic torture certainly giving her plenty of entertainment.
“Just wait until the faculty see this bonus footage. Clearly you’re both sex crazed bondage sluts. Maybe Madame Beauregard’s methods will fail after all. You enjoy it too much. As for you, piggy…..I’m going to enjoy fucking that fat ass of yours with the foot long dominator.”
The door was flung open and the Madame swept in, no doubt alerted by the noise. She glared at Miss Travers and snatched the phone from her hand.
“I’ve told you before, Miss Travers…..detention isn’t playtime for anyone. This is a disgraceful act against these girls. You will release them at once, and we will be discussing this first thing tomorrow.”
Miss Travers did as she was told, glaring at Abby and Amelia all the while. She spitefully ripped off the thick tape gags and whispered that this was only going to get worse. Madame Beauregard watched on and then took the girls to their room.
What would tomorrow bring?
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