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Schoolgirl Secretary
by Degrees of Humiliation (address withheld)
***
A school girl dresses up as a secretary for a drama
skit and takes the typical secretary treatment, and
gets blown away. (MF-teens, reluc, 1st, orgy, bd, oral,
mast, ws)
***
I used to go to a public high school with over 800 kids
in the senior school alone. St. Peter’s Public High
School had JK-Grade 9, and all in one building. The
teachers didn’t bother with anybody’s names, and the
school in general didn’t care.
I was a young 16 year old girl with long, wavy blonde
hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I have to say
I flirted with the guys a lot. I was also a complete
bondage freak. Since age 10 when I received my first
and only spanking from my Dad (twenty swats bare-bottom
with his hand) I’ve been turned on.
I’ve collected assorted bondage gear, including
handcuffs, ball gags, latex blindfolds and some rope. I
keep it all stashed in a box behind a shelf in my
closet. The fact that I loved bondage of any
description, (I had mastered self-bondage), was fairly
well known. Not that it came up a lot, but occasionally
I’d be cleave-gagged for a video or handcuffed for a
photography club shot.
It all started in Drama Class. It was a hot June day,
and we were all thinking of skits for our teacher. My
group consisted of five people: myself, Jeremy, David,
Paul and Liz. Jeremy was a typical jock, being on both
the hockey and football team. He had been suspended
once for looking at pornography on the school computer.
David was your smart-ass jerk with a crude personality.
He always tried to hang out with girls who were always
trying to turn him down. He drank and smoked a lot.
Paul was pretty average. Popular with the guys, had a
steady relation, and was a bit of a comedian. Liz was
rather gothic, dressed in black, and always kept to
herself. I constantly wonder why she chose Drama.
The skit was based around a protagonist, David, who
wanted to get back at the CEO of a major corporation
that had killed his wife in years past. The CEO was
Paul, who was best suited. Jeremy was David’s life-long
friend who would help him by hacking the computer
security and giving David a clean shot at Paul. Liz was
David’s dead wife who would only appear at the
beginning, where she would be killed. I was to be the
personal secretary of Paul, who ended up getting tied
up, gagged, and thrown in a closet.
I liked the idea because of the bondage. Everybody
liked everything. The Drama program was pretty well
funded, so we had a nice selection of props and
costumes to choose from. I chose to take a classic gray
and itchy skirt that was quite short, a pair of tights,
a lacy blouse, a short black tie and a black leather
belt. I changed in my shoes for high-heels. We
rehearsed a few times, but never did the bondage.
Finally, I got changed.
I ducked into the janitor’s closet (due to the lack of
something better) and stripped. I was wearing black
thong and bra, which was just my style. I was sexy
already. This was going to be the first time I was tied
up by somebody else! Even if I could escape, it would
be amazing. I briefly wondered what they would bind me
with, as that had not been specified, but decided to
leave it as a surprise. I quickly put on my sexy
secretary clothes.
When it was our turn to perform, we got up on stage. We
had used wooden boxes as desks. I hid behind the
curtain, waiting for the time to show up. About a
minute in Jeremy and David said, "Now we’ll get that
bastard once and for all!"
I ducked outside and sat on a three-legged stool.
Jeremy and David were wearing rough looking jeans and
torn-up shirts. David had a pair of $2 sunglasses on.
Each was sporting a fake pair of pistols.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, pretending to be
terrified. David whipped out his pistol and pointed it
at my face.
"We have an appointment with Mr. von Schroder, and
we’re not letting some pitiful secretary get in our
way. Quickly, Jeremy put his hand around David’s, and
made a calming expression.
"No Tylor. She’s innocent, for the most part. You can’t
kill her without lowering yourself even more."
"The what the hell do we do with her? We can’t leave
her, she’ll call the cops!"
"I promise I won’t move at all if you don’t hurt me," I
whined. I was going crazy. It was about to happen.
"I can’t take your world, girl. Ah - just tie her up
and gag her. Toss her in the closet."
Jeremy grabbed my arm and pulled me up. David pulled
out a roll of gray duct tape and tied my elbows and
wrists behind my back, strappado style. Jeremy pulled a
second roll of tape out, and tied my ankles and thighs
together. They were moving amazingly quickly.
David applied several strips of tape to my mouth,
forming an X, while Jeremy put tape across my eyes,
blindfolding me. They finally put a few lines of tape
underneath my breast and binding my arms to my back. I
was lead into a furnace closet to the back of the stage
and shoved in.
I immediately began rocking back and forth. There would
be at least a minute before the scene was over. They
had tied me tighter than I thought they would. I though
they would just tape my hands and gag me, but no, they
went all the way. I knocked myself silly on orgasms.
As I cooled down, I slowly waited for the scene to be
over. I couldn’t see anything, and the sounds from the
other side of the room were muffled. I began to try
some escape techniques I’d learned through my self-
bondage. I tried opening my mouth as wide as I could,
but the X was so tight I actually couldn’t. I could
barely make any noise. I tried yelling, but realized
that it wouldn’t matter. I tried flipping my arms under
my legs (I was fairly flexible), but the tape under my
breast kept me from doing that. I slowly kicked my way
over to a wall and tried to stand up.
I could stand up, but that didn’t help. I waddled
around stupidly, trying to get free. There was nothing
but the large, bulky furnace in this room, leaving me
trapped. I started to panic. I couldn’t get free! I
began counting seconds, 1... 2... 3... 4... all the way
up to 300. That was five minutes. I began to worry,
My watch beeped, signaling it was 12:00. Class had
ended 20 minutes ago! I desperately tried to get free
now. Everybody would be in lunch, and odds were nobody
would notice that I was missing. I hobbled over to the
door and tried to open it. It was locked! I have no
idea how, but the door didn’t budge. I didn’t have
enough room to do anything more than turn the knob. I
dropped to the floor and awaited rescue like a damsel
in distress.
A little after 4:00 (my watch beeped), I heard the door
being opened. I rolled over. After having several
orgasms over the hours, I was entirely wasted.
"...and then they just forgot about her. Here she is!
Hey bitch, say hello to my friends!" The tape blindfold
was ripped off, and I identified Jeremy in a second. He
had four other jocks with them, and I knew at least
three did drugs frequently.
He dropped to my height, grabbed my chin, and made me
face him. I could taste smoke on his breath. "Listen,
bitch. You’re to refer to me and my pals as Master, got
it? You always wanted to be trapped, so here you
fucking are!"
His boys picked me up, then made me bow over. They
pulled my skirt down (which had not been taped),
followed by my panties and thong. To no surprise, I
felt that hard slap of a spanking paddle. I loved
spanking. One of my fetishes was spanking. I tried
self-spanking, but it didn’t work. I could never do it
hard enough.
These guys did it hard enough, though. After about a
hundred slaps they stopped and pulled my skirt entirely
off. One of them reached to my breast and undid the
tape keeping my arms to my back. He then unbuttoned by
blouse and took off my tie. I was left in a thong and
bra, but a lot of tape.
Jeremy himself took off my bra, and began playing with
my breasts. He toyed with them, fondled my stiff
nipples. After a while some of the other guys did it.
It didn’t take them too long to get bored of that. I
wasn’t being responsive enough.
Jeremy applied layers of tape to my eyes, and ripped
the gag off my mouth. I was taking a couple of breaths
when I felt his penis shoved into my mouth. "Suck,
bitch, suck." So I suck. I massaged his penis. He
ejaculated in my mouth, and I nearly puked. I drank
piss on a few occasions, but never semen.
I tasted all five pansies that day. After they were
done with the forced blowjob, one of the guys, I don’t
know who, pissed all over my face and chest. Finally,
they seemed to get bored. I was thankful they had not
gone into rape. Jeremy pulled out a switchblade and cut
through the tape, allowing me to be free again.
"Listen, bitch. I was fucking smart enough to place a
video camera in this room before we put you in here.
You orgasmed a fuck of a lot I’ll bet. If you ever
mention this, I’ll get Kevin to edit this shit and
release it to the public. Now get lost, bitch!"
They walked away, and I remained, my dignity shattered.
My ass was swollen a new shade of red. I was covered in
piss, semen and orgasm shit. It was actually 6:22 when
they let me go. I quickly ducked outside, thankful that
nobody was in sight. I found my clothes, which were
under the sink back in the janitor’s closet, and put
them on.
My first BDSM experience was beyond belief. Sure, it
was brutal, but in years to come I had far more.
END
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