Tie up the Schoolgirl

I decided that it was going to be me who was going to do the teasing. As I let Ria lead me across the landing towards the bedroom I began to loosen my tie. I ordered Ria. "Stop.”

“What?”

“Just wait there, I have an idea.”

Ria turned to face me, sticking an arrogant but sexy pose. “If you must.”

“I won’t be a second.” I scooted past a confused Ria and dashed into the spare bedroom which she used as a dressing room. I quickly returned with a stool and placed it under the closed hatch for the attic. I climbed onto the stool and fed my tie through the handle and knotted it. “Give me your hands.”

“Erm…”

I insisted. “Ria.”

“Fine. “ Ria childishly chuckled. "No need to raise your voice, mister.” Her chuckle added to her schoolgirl charm. But she then pouted with an expression of disappointment. “But don’t you want to go to the bedroom first, for cuddle-wuddles?"

“No. No. Now raise your arms.”

Ria lifted her arms above her head. Putting my scouting days to good use I then bounded her wrists together with a slipknot. Ria was a little too comfortable for my liking so pulled on the tie, making her raise on to the tips of toes. She protested, of course, as I added another knot, keeping in place. But I was remaining firm.

This was my night. I climbed off the stool then kicked away.

With Ria’s arm stretched above her head, it amplified her petite breasts under the white blouse. Standing on her tiptoes Ria’s long pin-like legs had that extra tautness in her white school stockings. I also admired her ass with its added curve in her mini tartan skirt.

I must admit her bespectacled eyes looking more than a little panicked as I then left to go downstairs. Ria called after me, “Where are you going?”

“To watch the football.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

“Get back here now.”

I was now in the kitchen and opened the fridge to get myself a beer. “No.”

“Dan!. Get back here now!”

“You’re not the boss of me.” Over the past year, I had bent over backwards and treated her like a queen. She always came first and we did what she wanted to do. But it was time for me to reassert some control. So, just to spite her, I watched the game, raising the volume to drown out her shouts and verbal ****. Then I watched the news followed by the final battle scene in Saving Private Ryan. What a fucking film!

I returned to Ria over two hours later carrying a gift box. It was 1 AM in the morning and Ria was fuming. My angry schoolgirl spat at me. “I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

I rested my lips on her forehead which was slightly moist due to her futile struggles exhaustions. “I don’t believe you.”

“Now, let me go. My arms are killing me.”

“Calm down. I’m here now.” I grinned as put down the box by her black high-heel shoes. “Liverpool won, by the way.”

“Fuck you. And if you think we’re having fun. We’re not. I feel physically broken in the stress position.”

I slid my hands between Ria’s dusky thighs and cupped her warm panty-covered sex. “Now, now, teacher had to do some homework.” She turned her face away as I tried to kiss her lips.

“Get off me.”

I grabbed Ria by her dainty chin and looked deep into her soulful eyes. “Don’t be like that.”

“How dare you treat me like this. My father would kill you.”

“Would he?” I removed my hand from her crotch then hitched up her dress, so I could see her white cotton panties.

“Dan!”

I grabbed her stupid tartan dicky bow and snapped it off, causing her to yelp in pain. But I wasn’t stopping there, I then ripped open the top half of her blouse, popping the buttons and exposing her sexy black lace bra. “I’m going to send your father a picture.”

“What? You’re not.”

I slid out my smartphone and turned on its camera. I took several pictures of my exposed Indian schoolgirl... for personal use or to share with other perverts. I hadn’t quite made up my mind yet. I could even use it as **** in the future if I was so inclined. But in the main, I was pissing my girl off for now.

Ria looked, disheveled, distressed, angry… but magnificent. She demanded, “I’m not playing your stupid game anymore. Let me go.”

“Relax, I’m just having fun, Ria. Fooling around.”

“Fun? You call this fun! You pervert. You filthy disgusting pervert. What’s wrong with you?”

I reached for the box. There was a sudden burst of electric buzzing, sending Ria’s eyebrows arching above her thick-rimmed glasses. “What’s that?”

“A little something I bought for you on the way home.”

“What is it?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” From the box, I had pulled out an eight-inch vibrator.

Ria was wide-eyed as she saw its size. She began to panic. “Not here. Not like this. Let’s go to the bedroom, my love. Plus it won’t fit.”

“Shush.” I didn’t want to because I knew full-well that she would be all prude about it and manipulate me into just boring missionary… and that was if I was lucky. So I ignored her plight.

Ria went all tense and tried to close her legs, but she was too weak to resist. She didn't’ want to apply too much pressure onto her already aching arms. So all Ria could do was squirm as she felt the vibrator touch her sex.

“No, Dan. Please.” I didn’t listen as I then began gently rubbing the vibrator up and down the gusset of her white cotton panties. Ria then went all quiet.

“See, it’s not too bad, is it?"

Ria didn’t answer as she closed her eyes and bit her plum coloured lip. I continued to rub the dildo back and forth, back and forth, gently applying more pressure when it over her cliterous. Her lace covered chest began to rise and fall with her heavy breathes as her body began to react to the sensations.

Ria purred with her eyes closed. “Dan, that is good.”

“See. I told you. Admit that I was right.” I watched as Ria slowly nodded. I pressed the vibrator hard against her clit, causing her to buck. “I want to hear you.”

“Yes. You were right.”

"Am I the boss?"

Ria nodded. "Yes."

It was time to take this further.