Category Bondage
Related Categories Orgasms, Panty Wetting, Tape Bondage, Vibrator, Wet & Messy
KeywordsTatti Roana,Wet,Ballgag,Vibrator,Panties,Ballgagged,School,Tape,Drool,School Teacher,Big Boobs,Squirt,Summing,Gagged Girls,Cum
PerformersTatti Roana
It’s lunchtime at school, and Teacher Tatti has slipped away to her empty office. With the door locked and the blinds half-drawn, she hikes up her tight pencil skirt, slides herpanties to one side, and presses her buzzing vibrator firmly against her aching clit. She bites her lip to stay quiet, thighs trembling as the pleasure builds fast. Within moments her eyes flutter shut, a muffled whimper escapes, and she cums hard, pussy clenching around nothing while her juices drip onto the chair.


The door suddenly swings open.


The headmaster steps in, looking for the reports he asked for. He freezes. Tatti freezes. The vibrator is still buzzing loudly between her legs, her face flushed!


“This, is absolutely unacceptable in my school.” He says!


Before she can stammer an apology, he’s across the room. He snatches a roll of thick silver duct tape and puts her legs up and apart. In seconds he has her ankles taped tightly to her thighs in a strict frog tie, leaving her white panties completely exposed. A large red ball gag is shoved in her mouth tight, stretching her jaw wide and instantly filling her mouth with drool.


He picks up the still-buzzing vibrator, presses it hard against her swollen, sensitive clit, and tapes it firmly in place with strip after strip of duct tape. Then he flicks it to its highest setting.


Tatti’s entire body jolts. Her eyes roll back instantly, a moan vibrating around the ball gag, the relentless vibrations on her overstimulated pussy. Within seconds she’s cumming again, harder than before, hips bucking uselessly against the tape that pins her to the chair. Drool pours down her chin and onto her blouse while wave after wave of orgasms rip through her. Her soaked pussy gushes, juices running down the chair and pooling beneath her.


Lunch break drags on. Every minute is intense and ecstasy. By the time the lunch is up, Tatti is a trembling, sweat-soaked mess—panties ruined and clinging transparently to her thighs!


The headmaster returns, calm and composed. He rips the tape away, removes the vibrator, and watches her shudder through one final aftershock. Without a word he untapes her legs.


“Stand up,” he orders. “Fix your skirt. Get back to class.”


Tatti stumbles to her feet, yanks her drenched panties back into place, and smooths her skirt down with shaking hands. “I—I’m so sorry, sir,” she whispers, voice hoarse around the lingering ache of the gag.


“You should be. Now go. And try not to leave a trail.”


Cheeks burning, she hurries out of the office. Every step makes her soaked panties squelch obscenely against her swollen pussy, the wet sound echoing faintly down the empty corridor as she rushes to her next lesson, praying no one notices the dark stain spreading beneath her skirt.