Catalina Loves

I saw Ms. Nikki Nefarious talking during my Spanish 312 class, and I asked her to stay after class. She had been warned numerous times before and it was time to hold her accountable. She was issued an after school detention where she sat before me and I gave her a stern lecture about the importance of paying attention to me in class and following instructions. We discussed her attitude, and ways in which she could improve.

Then she suggested ways in which I could improve my attitude. Well, her ways were strict, but fair, and as a Domme myself, I could only admire her panache.

Reaching into her ever present backpack, she pulled out some beautifully dyed lengths of rope. I wasn’t the teacher anymore. I didn’t want to be. I was the star pupil of Ms. Nikki Nefarious.

“Ok, Señora Ramirez,” she said to me, “now it’s my turn to be in charge.”

She sat me on the corner of my desk and I felt myself slide into a very submissive state of mind. I’d imagined myself submitting to her more than once before. I had fantasies of her taking me and forcing me to please her.

“Put your hands on your head,” she said, and I obeyed. I felt her move around my body as she looked me over. She grabbed a length of rope and dragged it across my throat. “You need to be taught a few things yourself, you know,” she said, as she started to wrap the rope around my throat, making a collar out of rope. Then she bound my hands together behind my head. “Sometimes you don’t have a good attitude either, Señora Ramirez,” as she tugged the ropes tightly. “And what’s up with giving us a paper right before Christmas break?” she asked, as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it open, exposing my naughty lingerie I wore to work underneath.

She grabbed another length of rope and tied it intricately around my breasts, binding each one tightly, rubbing my nipples roughly with the rope and tugging it harder than necessary to adjust it. I let out a sigh as I felt the subtle release of subspace.

She stood at my side and said into my ear, “You need this, Catalina, don’t you?”

I noticed that she stopped calling me Mrs. Ramirez and started using my first name. I whimpered, “Yes, Ms. Nefarious, I really do.”

She moved to stand in front of me and yet again pulled out a length of rope that was dyed a beautiful, glistening red. My love affair with rope is both aesthetic and sexual. I watched with big eyes as she tied my legs in predicament bondage and attached the end to my rope collar. If I relaxed my legs the slightest bit, it tightened the rope around my neck. Part of me loved playing with it and part of me was terrified. What if I got tired?

She stepped back and started taking pictures of me. She put me in various poses and started shooting. From behind the camera she said, “I don’t think we’re going to have this problem again, Catalina, do you? I mean, I’m going to have all of these pictures and I would hate to show them to the Dean.”

(You can read Ms. Nefarious’ side of this on her blog)

Tags: Altered Aperture, Bondage, Collars, D/s, Fetish, Images of Catalina, Kinbaku / Shibari, Ms. Nikki Nefarious, My Fantasies, Submission //