Yes, but she is feisty

She turns in your direction as your charge at her, but it's too late. One hand quickly wraps around her waist, while the other one grabs one of her wrists. Remembering your self-defense classes, you spread her legs apart a bit, preventing her from being able to kick you in the groin.

"What are you doing?!?"

"Right now- I'm **** you and tying you up," you reply, "As for later, well, we'll play it by ear."

"What do you want?!?"

"It's quite obvious- I want you. These are two of the big reasons why..."

You move your one arm up her torso and fondle her right breast. It's big and meaty- squishing in your hand. You're glad that you picked her. You can't wait to play with her, as well as the others.

"I have money, jewelry or whatever else you might want," Ms. Devine says, "Just name it!"

"I'll tell you exactly what I want. How does that sound," you ask.

"It sounds great. Whatever it is, it's yours!"

"Well, it's easy to explain. I want to rip of all of your clothes and tie you up. After that, I want to fondle you all over and make you my bondage play-thing."

"Don't do that- I'll be good," the teacher says, losing all composure she has famously had.

"Being good is irrelevant. All I want you to be is naked and wrapped up in rope," you reply sharply.

"How about we make a deal? I can meet you halfway and this won't be hard for either of us- honest."

"I'm listening..."

"You strip me down to just my underwear and, in exchange, I'll be a compliant ****," Ms. Devine says in a sad voice, "I'll do anything- as long as you don't strip me naked."

"Anything, you say?"

"Yes, anything. I swear on my father's grave," she says, "What do you say?"