Tied Up in Homework




"No! Do it yourself Alexa!"

Brad rolled his eyes as Ms. Baker shushed him from her desk across the library
before turning his gaze back to the pouting Alexa sitting next to him. She had
been shamelessly flirting with him for thirty minutes, running her hands
through his blonde hair while expertly using every curve of her body to
distract him. All of it an attempt to use his work for the report that was due
tomorrow, and he had begrudgingly tolerated it only because she was so good at
it. Despite his frustration at her constant pleas, he allowed his eyes to
wander once more down the 19 year old Hispanic girl's body. With her pink and
black skin-tight spandex gym outfit, he could've sworn she had planned this
out from the beginning, her grin widening and her hips shifting when he
realized she'd caught him staring again.

"Oh come on Brad, you totally owe me from when I helped you cheat last year in
high school."

"I don't owe you anything, now go do your own work!"

Another harsh shushing noise echoed from the other side of the massive library
before Brad picked up his books and nearly tripped over Alexa's gym bag before
moving to one of the private studying rooms. Lost in his thoughts concerning
his homework, the twenty year old had just barely stepped inside when he was
tripped and pushed to the floor from behind. Brad felt a heavy weight press
against his back shortly before a hand clamped over his mouth and his right
arm was painfully twisted behind him.

"WMMPHH HMMPPHH MMMMM!"

"You should've just given me what I wanted Brad, I really could've made it
worth your while."

"GMMMPHH HMMM MMMPHHH YMMPHH BMMMM!"

"Sshhhh! You're so loud. You wouldn't want anyone to see you getting your ass
kicked by a girl half your size would you?"

At 5'5 and weighing 120 pounds soaking wet, Brad couldn't believe this tiny
girl was managing to keep him pinned to the floor so easily considering his
years spent playing football. Alexa quickly countered the violent thrashing
and bucking of her victim by using all of her weight and leverage to keep him
pinned as she unzipped her gym bag, keeping a hand firmly over the frustrated
boy's mouth until she found what she was looking for.

"Get off of me Alexa! And don't put your freaking hand back ovvmmmmmmmpphh!"
Brad's sea green eyes bulged in their sockets as a dirty pink gym sock was
stuffed into his mouth, drawing out a disgusted groan while his legs
frantically slid across the carpeted floor.

"These socks were actually kind of expensive, so whenever I'm done with you
I'm gonna need them back."

"Gemmmpphh ymmm grospphh sommphh ooummphh mmmm moummphhh!"

"This'll go a lot faster if you just stop fighting me and chew on your gag
like a good boy."

Alexa smiled to herself as she pulled the first of many jump rope sets from
her bag and began to quickly wind them around Brad's wrists, his flailing
hands brushing against the black yoga pants clinging to her thighs as she
pulled them ever tighter. Taking a quick look behind her, she gently kicked
the door to the study room shut before placing the finishing touches on Brad's
wrist bindings. Giving him a swift smack on his ass, Alexa stood up and
allowed her new toy to roll onto his back and stare up her.

"What do you think of my knots? Pretty impressive right?"

"Iimmmphh gmmmmm killmmmm yoummphhh!" Brad arched his back and slid his legs
back and forth across the floor, pushing his tongue against the pink gym sock
now sticking halfway out of his mouth. His red T-shirt strained as his muscles
worked constantly at the ropes wound around his wrists, his jean clad legs
tirelessly sliding around on the floor.

Allowing a smug grin to grow across her face, Alexa planted her hands on her
hips and placed her black sneaker over the furious boy's mouth, keeping his
gag firmly stuffed in place, "You may as start chewing silly boy, we're just
getting started."

Brad's strong shoulders worked up and down as he continued to struggle against
the ropes, becoming angrier every minute Alexa stood over him with her
sneakered foot planted over his mouth. His eyes darted around the room as he
arched his back before turning his furious glare back towards the victorious
girl standing proudly over him.

"What's wrong Brad? Big strong jock like you all tied up by a girl?"

"MMMMPHHHH!"

Temporarily satisfied with her session of gloating over the defeated boy
trussed and gagged at her feet, Alexa sunk down and straddled him, her legs
keeping his arms pinned immobile to his sides. Before reaching into the bag
for more rope, she unzipped and discarded her snug running jacket to reveal a
tight pink tank top underneath.

"I'm kind of glad you were too dumb to just give me what I wanted in the first
place, this is way more fun! Don't you agree? Go on, speak up!"

Focusing his rage, Brad bucked his hips and sent the smug girl sliding from
atop his hips down to his chest, her thighs now tightly pressing against
either side of his head. Alexa let out an exasperated sigh and pressed a
finger against the sock in his mouth, stuffing it further into his gaping maw
until his cheeks were bulging.

"What am I gonna have to do to make you behave?"

Brad angrily shook his head back and forth to no avail as Alexa squeezed
against his head with her thighs.A smug grin spreading across her face, the
dominant diva slid forward until Brad's nose was pressed into her womanhood,
leaving his eyes to glare into hers with futile defiance. She giggled
uncontrollably as she listened to his near muted grunts, looking over her
shoulder as his legs kicked helplessly in the air.

"So are you going to be a good boy and stop trying to buck me off? Or am I
gonna have to rope you up after you pass out? Hmmm? I'm waiting for an answer
Brad."

Ignoring his increasingly desperate attempts to wiggle free, Alexa collected a
pile of jump rope next to her before using her hands grab ahold of Brad's head
and shove it further against her body. Unable to breathe, the dominated dude
wiggled his head from side to side, his face burning red from both humiliation
and oxygen deprivation. After a few minutes of allowing him small gasps of
air, Alexa slid back and reseated herself over Brad's hips and made quick work
of adding rope around his upper body. By the time Brad had recovered his
breath, Alexa had tightly wound another set of purple jump rope around his
chest. Even before she had finished looping a third set of jump rope over his
lower arms and stomach, he could only manage to slightly wiggle his arms as
his shoulders bobbed up and down.

"Squirm all you want, I think it's hilarious!"

"LLMMPHHH MMPHHH GMMPHHH!!"

Alexa spun around, still seated on top of her grunting captive, and began
slowly grinding her hips over his jeans, taking her time in tying up his legs
while the bulge she was sitting on slowly grew beneath her. With his ankles
now secure, and his knees being tightly bound together, Brad's defiant
thrashing had been turned into feeble wiggling.

"Good boy! You're finally starting to calm down," Alexa lifted her hips to
examine the now obvious bulge in his jeans, "or maybe you're not."

"GMMMPHHH THMMPHH SOMMPHHH UMMPHHH MMMMM MUMMPHH!"

"You love having my sock in your mouth? Is that why you're so excited?"

"MMMPHH MMMMM MMMMMM!"

"Annnnd done! All tied up by a girl, go ahead, squirm all you want!"

Alexa stood over him once again, smug grin still in place as she watched Brad
strain every muscle in his body against the ropes criss crossed tightly around
him. Even as she watched him slowly begin to push the sock out of his mouth
with his tongue she held her pose, hands on hips with her foot planted on his
chest in victory.

"You better keep chewing on that sock like a good boy while I steal your work
if you know what's good for ya."

The boy at her feet responded with another furious series of grunts, his eyes
too fixated on the curves of her chest and hips to notice the shoe being
slipped off of her other foot. His jaw working furiously to expel the used gym
sock packed into his mouth, Brad let out a groan before finally managing to
remove his gag with his tongue.

"Ugh, seriously Alexa what the hell are doing!? You can't just keep me tied up
like this!"

Still smiling, Alexa removed her other shoe before dragging the cussing and
thrashing boy over to the room's large circular table. Sitting down in the
squeaky chair with Brad's head at her feet, she rested her chin in her hand
and wiggled her socked feet over his face.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you when I gemmmphhh!"

"You talk too much."

Alexa let out another fit of giggles as she forced her socked foot into Brad's
mouth, wiggling her toes while resting her other foot over his nose. She
remained hunched over with her head resting in the palm of her hand, reveling
in the disgusted look on his face as his tongue was forced against the striped
green and black sock covering her foot.

"Ummmmmphh my godmmphh."

"Oh I know, so tasty isn't it? Now lay there and enjoy the taste while you
think about how you let a girl put you in this position. I have a lot of hard
work ahead of me copying everything you've gotten done so far."

"Yoummphh cannmmmmm dmmphhhh thimmmmphhh!"

Alexa calmly flipped through Brad's notes, copying every detail into her own.
Though the furious and squirming boy at her feet couldn't see it, a massive
smile had grown over her face as she enjoyed every second of her victory.
Ignoring his gagged protests and muffled grunts, Alexa slowly rubbed her free
foot over his face as he desperately tried to shake his head away from her
wiggling toes.

"Man I can't wait until this report is done with, I thought English Comp was
going to be such an easy class, didn't you?"

"FUMMMPHH MMMM YOMMPHH!"

"I should just do this for every assignment, I mean, it was so easy tying your
ass up. I can't wait to tell the other girls about this!"

Brad shook his head violently while Alexa pressed her socked toes against his
tongue,not a single knot coming undone despite the fact that he hadn't stopped
wiggling for more than a moment. At this point he was only squirming as a
matter of principle, having accepted that he was stuck under the table with
Alexa's feet victoriously parked in his mouth and on his face. Muscles aching
from the effort of constantly wiggling and squirming, Brad let out a defeated
groan as Alexa continued wiggling her toes in his mouth, the disgusting taste
of them a constant reminder of his humiliating defeat.

"So how do you like the view down there? Bet you wish you'd just done things
the easy way huh?"

"GEMMPHHH YMMPHH HFOOMMPHHH MMPHH MMMMM!"

"What's that? You don't like sucking on my socks?" Alexa continued to casually
flip through the pages of notes, taking her time in both copying them down and
responding the grunts and moans coming from under the table.

"If you're a good boy and suck on them for the next ten minutes in complete
silence then I'll take them out of your mouth, deal?"

She let out a laugh at the miserable groan from Brad, using her free foot to
force his head into nodding up and down. Following the forced nodding of his
head, the room fell into complete silence, with only the sounds of Alexa
copying Brad's notes filling the quiet room.

"Much better. See how things are more enjoyable when you behave?"

Brad fought his desire to cuss out the bratty girl forcing her foot into his
mouth, silently twisting in the ropes as he resisted the urge to gag every
time he ran his tongue across her socked foot.

"Make sure you lick the toes too. That's it, good boy, and just another five
minutes to go!"

Alexa peeked below the table and watched the wiggling boy's reaction as she
shoved her foot even further into his mouth, laughing at the sounds he made.
She could see his face burning red in both humiliation and anger as he
channeled his frustration into violent jerking and twisting motions against
the ropes still tightly wound around his body.

"I've never seen a guy swallow his pride, and my socks, for this long before.
Just three more minutes!"

As the timer on her cell phone ran down to just a few seconds left, Alexa
pushed her chair out and began readjusting her dark air into a ponytail. As
the phone buzzed on the table, a flurry of desperate grunts shot out of Brad's
packed mouth, his back arched as he thrashed groaned angrily.

"Good job! Now just another ten minutes of quiet sucking for the other foot."

"Are fucking kidding mmphhh mmmmmm hmmphhhhhh!"

"And you know what, having my phone sitting out like this is actually kind of
distracting. So I'm gonna reset the timer and leave it riiiiiight here," Alexa
tucked her phone down past the waist band of Brad's snug jeans and gave patted
it with her hand.

"GODMMPHHH DAMMPHH IMMMPHH!"

"Sssh! Am I gonna have to reset the timer on the other foot?"

The room fell silent yet again before Alexa let out a smug sigh, crossing her
arms and watching as Brad obediently sucked on her foot. Over the course of
the next ten minutes she teased her roped up toy, leaning over and giving him
playful winks when she caught him eyeing her up and down.

"So have you come to terms with having a girl whoop your ass?"

Her smile widened as she watched the anger on his face intensify as her foot
forced him to nod in agreement.

"And are you ok with me using your report as my own for tomorrow? Good, now
nod if you admit that you deserve this."

Alexa bit down on her lip and giggled, showing no end to the enjoyment she was
getting from Brad's misery. Even after her phone began vibrating in his pants
she continued to force his head up and down in nodding motions in response to
everything she said.

"HRRMMPHHH! GEMMPHHH YMMPHHH FMMPHH MMMMM!"

"Oh fine, you were a good boy so no more sucking on my socks."

Brad sat up and twisted in the ropes, hoping that when Alexa propped him into
the chair next to hers she would untie him.

"Are you going to get this phone out of my pants anytime soon!? Or you know,
untie me!?"

Alexa sat down in Brad's lap and pressed her body against his, grinding her
hips on top of the vibrating phone while raising a hand to his mouth to
silence his protests.

"Hush. I'm in charge now. Here's what's gonna happen, I'm going to strap you
to this chair, and finish my work while you sit here in complete humiliation
and think about what you've learned today."

Brad fought to move his head away from her hand, but Alexa only pressed her
body against his even more, wrapping her legs around the chair and pinning him
to it.

"Ha.Ha.Ha. There's nothing you can do about this!" Mocked the smug latina.

Alexa gave her hips another wiggle as she listened to her phone alarm continue
to buzz away in Brad's jeans. Keeping her legs tightly wrapped around his body
and her hand firmly clamped over his mouth, she stretched her arm down and
rummaged through the gym bag until she pulled out a sports bra and a roll of
silver duct tape.

Still grinding up against the now rock hard bulge in his pants, Alexa removed
her hand over Brad's mouth and began packing it with her bra, "No no nommphhh.
Stommmphh mmmmm!"

"Oh yes, it tastes sooooo good!"

"Noomphhh! Fummphhh bimmphhhh!"

"That's it, get as much of it in there as you can! Good boy."

With his cheeks bulging from the sports bra crammed into his mouth, and half
of it still sticking out between his lips, Alexa tightened her already
iron-like grip with her legs and waived the roll of duct tape in front of his
face.

"Or would you rather suck on my bare feet instead?"

Brad shook his head back and forth, twisting and squirming against the ropes
and his captor's firm legs constricting around his body. With every gyration
of her hips, Brad's livid grunts lost their sharp edge, and slowly began
turning into groans of pleasure. Her hand firmly plied over the boy's mouth,
Alexa slowly worked her hips around in his lap, applying just enough friction
to make him squirm. Ignoring his muffled demands to be released, the athletic
temptress teased her chair bound captive, "I didn't hear a no."

"Nnnggg, gnnpphh mmmmm."

"Oh, good idea. I guess we should wait until my bra loses its flavor, huh?"

Narrowing his eyes, Brad arched his back, his chest pressing against Alexa's
as he fought the urge to grind his hips along with hers. The throbbing in his
snug jeans betrayed the look of fuming anger he was going for, even with the
taste of her sweaty sports bra acting as a powerful well of hatred to draw
from. Five, ten, then fifteen minutes passed before the hormone riddled
freshman lost track of time once more. After dozens of attempts to pull his
head away from her flowery scented hand, he had to settle on attempting speech
through his gag.

"LLMMPHH MMPHH GMMMM! Lmph. Mmph. Gmmph.

"My phone? Oh thank you! I totally forgot where I'd left it."

The chair creaked and wobbled under the strain of Brad's ensuing struggles
while Alexa's free hand slowly slid down the front of his jeans. Brushing
against his pulsing manhood, her fingers took their time in wrapping around
her phone. Holding down the volume button so that the phone vibrated, she
reveled in the tensing of his muscles as he tried to flex squirm his way out
of her legs tightly locked around his torso.

"MMMPPHHHH! UMMMPPHHH MMMM GMMMMM!"

"Ssshhhhh."

"NNMMPPHH! NNGGG GNN! MMMMM MMMMMMM!"

"Just chew."

Brad managed to maintain some semblance of composure for a few minutes, only
able to just slightly wiggle his head in refusal beneath her firm grip over
his mouth. Fingers curling in sensual anger, he helplessly picked at knots
that showed no sign of coming undone. Another wave of humiliation washed over
him as his head was forced into a nodding motion, his gagged objections to
Alexa's taunts only earning him more teasing.

"Are you going to be quiet while I finish my work?"

Even as he shouted incredulously into her wadded up bra and sun bronzed skin,
Alexa forced his head into a degrading and obedient nodding motion, "HMMMPHHH
NNNMMPHH MMMMM WUUPHHH!"

Sliding her phone out of his jeans, Alexa resumed slowly gyrating her hips,
keeping the trussed up boy flustered while reaching for her sneaker on the
floor. With her toned legs and expertly tied knots keeping him adorably
helpless, Brad flew into a shocked tantrum when she forced her sneaker over
his nose and mouth before wrapping layer upon layer of duct tape around his
head.

"There, much better."

"HMMPH. HNNNGG NMMMM."

Finished thoroughly gagging Brad, Alexa scooped up the remaining sets of jump
rope and began securing him to the chair. She could feel his throbbing
excitement pounding against her body as she tightly coiled several loops of
rope around his chest, his groans a conflicted mix of pleasure and anger with
her body constantly rubbing and grinding against his cock. After taking her
time testing out the newly added bonds, the beaming beauty let out a satisfied
sigh and stood up from the chair and remained in front of him. Hands resting
on canted hips, Alexa looked on as the bewildered boy not only struggled
against the constricting jump rope, but also with the flood of testosterone
and shoe odor that drove his emotions in entirely different directions.

"HMMMPHHH! MMMPHH MMMMM MMPHHH NMMMPHH!"

Brad rocked his chair back and forth in frustration while looking up at
Alexa's curvaceous figure, his body shifting in every direction the ropes
would allow. Pulling out every insult his memory could recall, he angrily
fussed and cussed into the bra pinning his tongue motionless. Every breath
brought a miserable groan with it, no amount of head thrashing or shoulder
rubbing able to dislodge his new muzzle. It was all the more infuriating
watching Alexa watching him, her cocky victory pose and cheshire grin pushing
all of his buttons as he wiggled from side to side.

Looking at his bulge, then back up at his humiliating gag, the devious college
girl turned around and bent over in front of him, aimlessly rooting around in
her gym bag while constantly shifting her hips, listening to the increasingly
frustrated boy grunt into the gag in his mouth. She could hear the creaking of
the chair as her one man audience hopelessly twisted and jerked around against
the ropes, hands straining in a pathetic attempt at copping a feel. Though she
wasn't looking for anything in particular, Alexa made it a point to take much
longer than it reasonably should have to search a gym bag, the sounds of
Brad's losing battle against his hormones acting as music to her ears.

Standing back up, Alexa began pacing circles around the bound and gagged jock
squirming and grunting in the middle of the room. Taking every opportunity to
worsen his frustration, she leaned over the table with her ass directly next
to his face while reaching for her phone.

"NNNNNGG HNNNNNNG! HMMMPHH MMMMM MMMGGPHH."

"I really should concentrate on copying the rest of your, I mean, my work. But
what kind of selfish person wouldn't share this with their friends!?"

"NNMMPHHH! NNMMMMM NNNNNMMM!"

"It's not polite to talk with your mouth full, now keep chewing on my bra
while I immortalize this moment!"

Brad twisted, jerked, and squirmed with renewed vigor as Alexa slowly paced
circles yet again around her trophy. With every snap of her camera a new
stream of indignant grunts and muffled protests would drive her into fits of
laughter. The small study room was filled with muffled protests and girly
giggle fits as Alexa snapped pictures from every angle she could conceive of,
including a selfie of her perched side saddle on his lap with her legs crossed
and ass pressed teasingly against his raging manhood.

Still seated in his lap with her outstretched arm aiming the phone at the two
of them, she gave her hips another wiggle and turned to her humiliated source
of entertainment, "So what do you think, should I post the whole album at
once? Or maybe just a few at a time?"

"GRNNPHH MMPHHH MMMMM!"

"Good point, I guess I should hold onto them for now in case you forget how
things work from now on."

The smiling Alexa let her hand brush against the solid bulge in her captive's
ever tightening jeans before returning to her own chair and propping her legs
onto his lap. Peeling her socks away from her feet with her toes, she sat back
and calmly jotted down all of the work Brad had spent the last week
researching.

"HUMMPHH MMMMMM!"

Without acknowledging the disgruntled boy squirming and twisting across from
her, Alexa ran her feet up and down his thighs, squeezing his bulge with her
toes while stifling another fit of giggles. From the corner of her eye she
watched as his hands helplessly flailed behind his back, hopelessly tugging at
his bonds as his pants grew tighter and tighter around the crotch.

It was another fifteen minutes of silence, with Alexa completely ignoring the
grunts mixed with pleasure and anger before there was a knock on the study
room door. She jumped out of her seat and was utterly grateful the blinds had
been drawn over the window looking out into the lobby. Raising her leg up and
planting her bare foot over Brad's chest, she shoved with the full force of
her toned thighs and watched his chair fall over backwards onto the floor and
behind the table.

She had just managed to position her body to block his flailing feet when the
door swung open to reveal Ms. Baker the librarian, "Is everything okay in
here?"

With a slow and steady repositioning of her legs, Alexa planted her left foot
over Brad's forehead and forced his head still as she spoke over his faint
grunts, "Yeah, just trying to finish up these notes before I take off for the
day."

Ms. Baker absentmindedly tugged at her pencil skirt, a curious look crossing
her face before she took a step forward to enter the room before being
interrupted by a voice from outside in the lobby. After a brief exchanging of
a few hushed words, she turned back to Alexa and gave her a knowing smile,
"I'll leave you to it then, if you need any help I'll be at the front desk.
Oh, and when you see that friend of yours again, tell him he needs to keep his
voice down when he's in here."

With a playful smirk spreading across her face as Brad frantically shook his
head in a desperate bid for air , Alexa nodded in agreement, " OH don't worry,
I'll make sure he doesn't make a sound whenever he's in here."

When the door clicked shut, she released her toes and looked down at the red
faced boy as he gasped for air, the odor from her well used gym shoes filling
his nostrils with every deep breath, "Isn't that right, Bradley."

Brad's chest heaved against the ropes tightly wrapped around his body as his
eyes traveled up the curves of Alexa's spandex clad legs, eventually meeting
her own mischief filled eyes that gave him a teasing wink. Proud of herself
for not getting in trouble, Alexa stood over her bound and gagged captive for
another few minutes and watched with smug satisfaction as he writhed on the
floor, moving her foot and planting on his chest.

Alexa giggled at his gagged protests and ran her hands down her body, "See
something you like? You know it's rude to stare right? Plus, what would Kelsey
think if she knew you're going around school and checking out all the other
girls?"

"GMMPHHH! FUMPPPHHHH BMMMPHHHHHH!!!!"

"I wonder what she'd say if she found you all trussed up with another girl's
sports bra in your mouth and a rock hard cock?"

"NNMMMPHHH. LLMMMM MMMMM GMMPHHHH!"

"You're curious about that too!?"

Brad glared up at bronze skinned girl as he shook his head, brushing her
sneaker against his shoulder in a vain attempt to escape the odor flooding his
nose. With every up-and-down scan of her body he could feel himself growing
harder, unable to ignore his stiffening manhood and the slender curves that
were causing it. He could only watch as Alexa straddled his chest yet again,
his head pinned between her legs as she reached back into his pocket and
fished for his phone. Despite reaching into the correct pocket the first time,
she let her hand wander into the other one, groping him until a groan of
pleasure escaped his gag despite his best efforts.

"Tisk Tisk. You should really learn how to control your urges."

"MMMMMPHHH NMMMM MMMPHHHHH!"

The triumphant girl gave another wink and wiggled her hips as she gave his
cock one last squeeze before removing his phone and holding it in her hands,
"Now, where's Kelsey."

"NNNMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHH! NNMMMMMM MMMPHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh, apparently she's been texting you this whole time, oops!"

Brad arched his back and pulled with all of his strength at the ropes, his
hips shooting into the air in angry frustration while his excitement pounded
away in his jeans. Alexa reveled in feeling his muscles flex and bulge beneath
her, her fingers expertly sliding across the screen of his phone, "Wow, you
should really lock your phone. What if the wrong person got a hold of it?"

"LLMMM MMMM GMMMM. LMMMMM MMMMMMMM GMMMMMMMM!"

"Let her know? Well if you insist."

"NNMMPHH! LLMMPHHHH! MMMMPHHH! GMMMPHHH!"

"Oh shush, I'm texting as fast as I can," mocked Alexa, as she responded with
every 'I'm tied up at the moment' pun that crossed her mind.

"There, she says she'll meet you here when she's finished with cheer practice.
Which gives me ... ... another hour before she gets here."

"UMMPHHH MMPHHHH GMMM-."

Removing her shoe from his face with surprising ease, Alexa slid forward once
more, smothering the roped and gagged boy into total silence by sitting on his
face,"I know right!? I feel like we were just starting to click as a group!
Don't worry though, we're going to be partners for the rest of the semester!
You'll do the work, and I'll make sure you stay on task, sound good!?"

"..........................!" Brad's head fought to wiggle even a fraction of
an inch beneath Alexa's figure as his muscles flexed and yanked against his
bondage, desperation and rage fueling every twisting and bucking motion as
Alexa feigned obliviousness to his situation.

"I feel like we need to lay out some ground rules for our next assignment
though."

".....................!!!!!!!!!!"

"I mean, I'm used to it by now, but I've caught you checking me out like, a
dozen times at least. I need to make sure you know to keep your hands to
yourself. Oh, and at least try to remember you have a girlfriend, okay?
Leering at my ass is hardly appropriate."

".......mph.........!"

"I'm sorry what?" Alexa cupped a hand to her ear and leaned forward, playfully
wiggling her hips to get another response out of Brad.

Still smothered into desperate silence, Brad could only wiggle helplessly
beneath Alexa, having never felt so dominated and humiliated in his life.
Peeling the socks from her feet, the collegiate captor sat with hands on her
hips and teased her new favorite toy with tortuously brief windows where he
was allowed to breathe before being smothered back into total silence.

"Sorry, can't talk right now, I really need to finish copying your work before
Kelsey gets here."

With one final burst of energy, Brad thrashed and squirmed on the floor in his
chair, gasping for air when Alexa stood from her tied and gagged seat cushion
and sat back down in her chair, hastily copying the rest of his hard work.
When the jump rope wound around his body failed to loosen, he slumped in his
bonds and accepted his fate. With his jaw working on the sports bra still
firmly packed into his mouth, he groaned in humiliation, defeat, and pleasure
as Alexa massaged his face with her two bare feet.

"Don't worry, a lot of guys have a hard time accepting when a girl owns them."

Exhausted and humiliated, Brad spit out the bra and opened his mouth in a plea
to be released, but quickly finding Alexa's foot in his mouth instead.
Emitting a defeated growl, Brad decided instead to obediently suck her toes.
Hoping total submissiveness would win him his freedom without suffering public
humiliation, he fought against the powerful urge to protest and struggle.
Several times Alexa teased him by removing her foot and allowing Brad a word
or two, always cutting him off mid sentence by stuffing a foot back into his
mouth. His masculine pride finally tamed, the only sound that now filled the
room was that of Brad being smothered by and sucking on her feet.

"Good boy."

After another forty-five minutes of watching the boy she had thoroughly
dominated lick and suck on her feet, Alexa began putting her socks and shoes
back on, packing up her bag and standing over Brad with her hands on her hips
and sneakered foot planted atop his chest in a proud victory pose.

"Well I hope you learned your lesson Brad. See you tomorrow! Oh, and don't
forget about this assignment that's due, you obviously can't use mine."

"Wait! Alexa! You can't just leave me like this!"

Pausing at the door, Alexa smacked the side of her head with a hand in gesture
of forgetfulness and spun around, "Oh wow, I can't believe I almost forgot!"

"Jesus, thank you! You know you could really gemmmpphhhhh!"

"Now this bra is pretty expensive, so make sure you wash it and bring it back
to me tomorrow, unless you want all of those pics on Facebook. Understand? Nod
yes."

"GGNNNPHHH! MMMPHH MMMM MMMMMM HMMMPHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!"

Retrieving the roll of duct tape from her gym bag, Alexa lectured Brad on how
to properly send the sports bra in his mouth through the washer and dryer,
making short work of gagging him. With his new chew toy sealed into his mouth,
Alexa prepped a black marker and added the finishing touches. Forcing his head
still, she scribbled, "I CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF," over the duct tape.
The roped and gagged boy at her feet loudly pleaded into his gag, tempting
Alexa to spy on the aftermath from a distance,"Ready to behave and cooperate
with me?"

Brad nodded in agreement, knowing there was nothing he could do to the cocky
girl standing over him, praying she'd show some last minute mercy and untie
him. With a wink and wave, Alexa confidently strode out of the study room,
leaving the door wide open before bending over one last time to let Brad drink
in what he had passed up on earlier. He stretched his neck as far as it would
go, his eyes staring lasers at Alexa's figure bending over in the doorway. She
took her time aimlessly rummaging through her bag as she listened to the
panicked grunting behind her. After enjoying a few more minutes of his frantic
demands to be untied, Alexa straightened her back and spun around into the
study room before standing over the now hopeful boy desperately working his
jaw against his gag. Loving the hopeful expression on his face as she stood
over him, she couldn't resist dashing his hopes one last time and teasingly
cupped her hand to her ear as she playfully stroked his bulge with her foot.

"I'm sorry, were you trying to say something?"

"LLMMMPHH MMMPHHH GMMPHH! DOOMMPHHH DMMPHHH THMMPHHH!"

"Come again? I can't understand a word you're sayin'."

"LLMMPHHH MMMMM GMMMM YMMM FUMMPHH BMMPHH!"

"Oh! You need your phone? Well why didn't you just say so?"

Brad shook his head back and forth, helplessly wiggling his feet in the air as
he watched Alexa take his phone from the table and gently pack it down the
front of his jeans and against his rock hard erection. Satisfied with his
predicament, Alexa turned towards the door and left for good. Before
disappearing around the corner, she looked over her shoulder and rolled her
eyes when she caught the bound and gagged boy staring at her ass as he shifted
uncomfortably in the ropes. As she made her way out of the lobby, she saw the
golden haired Kelsey sharply whispering into her phone and allowed her smile
to widen before exiting the library in victory.

"Brad, pick up the phone! You never said where to meet and this place is
too-".

Brad's feet helplessly waived in the air as his phone began another round of
buzzing in his pants. Having spent the bulk of his energy, he shifted his hips
back and forth with an exhausted groan as the throbbing in his jeans
intensified. He wasn't sure if Alexa was calling his phone as a long distance
torture method or if Kelsey was in the building and looking for him, but
either way it was driving him insane with frustration. He worked his hips back
and forth in the ropes pinning him to the chair on the floor as another loud
groan of pleasure escaped his gag. At this point he no longer cared if a
random stranger passed by the room and saw him like this if it meant he could
finally leave the room with what little dignity he had left. When the latest
round of vibrations ceased, he heard his girlfriend's voice as she angrily
whispered into her phone, likely leaving him a third voice mail based on how
long his phone had been vibrating against his cock.

"HHMMPHHH MMMPHHH NMMPHHH MMMMMMM!"

"-always doing this!"

"UMMPHHH HMMPHHHHH! KELLMMMPHHH!"

Too occupied with leaving her most recent heated message on her boyfriend's
phone, Kelsey walked past the open study room door to her right, failing to
catch the muffled grunts coming from behind the table. After calling his phone
another two times, she resorted to sending text message after text message,
each angrier than the last. It wasn't until another twenty minutes of failing
to find him that she resorted to asking the woman at the front desk for help
in finding Brad. With Ms. Baker leading the way in retracing where she'd last
seen the noisy boy wander off to, Kelsey resumed her efforts of calling his
phone non stop, completely giving up on leaving voice mails at all.

It was another five minutes before Ms. Baker led Kelsey back to the study room
she'd seen Alexa in, almost passing it up herself when she heard a familiar,
loud groan coming from inside the room. As she stepped inside and stood in the
door way, a chuckle escaped from her mouth despite her best efforts. Satisfied
to no end seeing the noisy boy roped to a chair and gagged, Ms.Baker silently
thanked the girl who had done the job for her.

"Is.....this your boyfriend then?"

Kelsey slowly stepped past Ms. Baker in shock as she watched her boyfriend
meekly wiggle and squirm on the floor. With one hand holding her phone still
in mid call and the other falling to her canted hips, she looked on in
disbelief as the bulge in Brad's pants threatened to pop out of the waistband
of his jeans. Brad's eyes flicked back and forth between the professionally
dressed librarian, making her best effort to stifle full out laughter, and his
furious girlfriend still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, holding her phone
as it called out to his. He wiggled his shoulders helplessly against the ropes
and shifted his hips as the phone buzzed away against his excited state. As he
looked up at the two women in complete humiliation, ready to explain what had
happened, his eyes bulged when neither of them moved to untie him or remove
his gag, with Kelsey instead beginning to interrogate him. Asking why a girl's
handwriting taped over his mouth, why he had a massive erection, and what in
the hell he thought he was doing. When the questions didn't stop, and his gag
wasn't removed, Brad slumped against his chair yet again, silently cursing
Alexa while Kelsey stood over him, angrily asking questions with no end in
sight as Ms. Baker stood by watching in a fit of laughter.

The End?