Chapter 84 Hogtie
Will’s P.O.V.
God, fucking her in this classroom gives me a different kind of pleasure. I’m loving every single bit of it.
I order her to lie face down on the table, and she obeys instantly. As she rolls onto her stomach, her breasts, still clamped, press against the cool wood. I love that she doesn’t question me. She knows that tonight, she isn't just my wife, she is my bitch.
I pull out the leather straps from the drawer. I’m going to put her in a hogtie, a position that leaves her utterly helpless and perfectly displayed for me.
After pulling her wrists behind her back, I bind them together. Then, I bend her knees backward, bringing her ankles up to meet her hands. I loop the straps and secure her ankles and wrists together behind her back.
But I’m not done. I take a thinner cord and carefully secure it to the base of the ponytail I just tied for her, looping the other end through the bindings at her wrists. Now, every time she tries to lower her legs or move her arms, the cord tugs on her hair, forcing her head up.
In this position, her back is arched, her pussy and ass are tilted toward the ceiling. The nipple clamps hang down, the chains swinging slightly with her heavy breathing. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
"You look like a masterpiece, Professor.” I trail my fingers down the curve of her spine, making her shiver.
I reach for my bag of toys. I want her filled. I want her to feel my presence in every single inch of her body, even when I’m not touching her. I take two vibrating balls and slide them one by one into her dripping pussy. She gasps and her head jerks back as the cord pulls her hair.
"Master... please..."
"Shhh," I silence her, clicking the remote to bring the balls inside her to life. The hum of the vibrators fills the quiet room.
Next, I take a thick, jewelled butt plug. I coat it in lube and press it slowly into her puckered heat. She groans into the table, her body bucking as her ass is stretched wide. Now, both her lower holes are occupied, buzzing and full.
I walk around to the front of the table and grab her by the chin to force her to look at me. Her face is flushed and her gaze is unfocused from overstimulation. I pull her body toward the edge of the table.
I don’t give her a moment to breathe. I thrust my fingers deep into her mouth, stretching her jaw. She sucks on them instinctively, her eyes pleading.
"You've been a very good student tonight, Iva. But you still need to learn how to serve properly." I replace my fingers with my cock, sliding into her mouth in a single, smooth motion. I start to mouth-fuck her, my hips hitting the edge of the desk with a rhythmic thud. The vibrators screaming inside her pussy, the plug filled her ass, and my dick claiming her throat, it must be driving her crazy.
Watching her struggle to keep the rhythm while the hogtie pulls at her hair and the nipple clamps tug at her chest... It’s incredible.
I’m using every hole she has, reclaiming the woman who once stood at the front of a room like this and commanded my attention. Now, I command hers.
I increase the pace, gripping the back of her head, forcing her to take all of me. The sound of the vibrators, her muffled moans, and the creaking of the table create a symphony of dominance that echoes through the room.
"This is where you belong," I mumble against her lips, pulling out for a second just to see the drool on her chin. "Wide open and filled with me."
I thrust back into her mouth, grabbing her hair and the nipple chain simultaneously. With a final, deep thrust, I cum inside her mouth, closing my eyes and groaning.
I untie the leather straps, but I don't give her a moment to recover. As her limbs fall free, she tries to collapse, but I catch her by the arm, hauling her upright. The vibrating balls are still screaming inside her, the butt plug is keeping her ass stretched wide, and those nipple clamps are still tugging at her breasts.
She’s trembling so hard she can barely stand in her heels, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
"To the board, Professor," I command. "It's time for your lines."
Her eyes widen as I lead her to the chalkboard at the front of the room. I pick up a piece of white chalk and give it to her.
"I want you to write it until the board is full. 'I’m Will's desperate bitch. I deserve only punishment. Every hole in me is for his use only. I’m just a needy slut.'"
As I step back and click the remote, the vibration inside her jumps to the maximum frequency. Iva let out a strangled moan, her knees buckling, but she catches herself against the board.
With a hand that can barely grip the chalk, she begins to write, because she knows what happens when she defies me. She has been trained well over the past few years.
She’s halfway down the board, her writing becoming erratic and messy as the vibrations drive her toward the edge. I watch her from behind, my arms crossed, enjoying the view of her arched back and the way the chains on her nipples swing as she moves her arm. She’s so close to breaking. I can see her thighs shaking, the muscles jumping with every pulse of the motor inside her.
Just as she gets to the word 'slut' for the tenth time, her body spasms. A cry escapes her and the chalk clatters to the floor as she slumps against the board, failing to finish the sentence.
"You failed, Iva.” I walk toward her like a predator. "And you know what happens to students who fail their assignments."