To undress and tie a person a lot of mind is not necessary. Four boogie easily cope with the task in five minutes.

I sit in an empty class completely naked, tied to a chair and a desk with two ropes. Screaming and calling for help would be extremely unwise. After all, this is calculated: that I will start screaming, attract attention. Even if this does not happen, the girls will still come here one by one in search of something “extremely interesting”, stumble upon a glance at my proboscis in the hairy thickets and flee frightened. I don’t think anyone has the courage to untie me. So I will remember - as a naked clown, who became the laughing stock of school.

You ask, how did I get into this story? Long story. Let me just say that our class today is on duty at the disco. Freaks from a parallel class invited scumbag friends from other schools, they came drunk, these drunk. We caught up in the toilet, conspired, and went away.

I'm sitting naked, strange, but I'm not cold. Is that excitement shakes me. Booty stuck to the chair, hands and feet numb.

I don't know, but I never really felt shy about nudity. More importantly, what will they think about me later? I think any girl who comes will understand me without words. I will make an impassive person so that she does not think that I am happy or sad, or that I myself wanted to. I am yoga. For sure. They also undress naked. Also removed from reality. So am I: I will sit without noticing anything until they untie me. I would be so unreal that the girl would doubt that I was alive at all. Exactly, pretending to be dead. Silly, of course. First of all, you need to ask me to untie it.

Oops, it seems someone is walking down the hall. Well, here is the first unhappy girl. Gait too measured, judging by the clatter of heels.

Oh, no ... Looks like this is ours - ours is cool. Anyone but her.

Approaching the door. Three seconds to shock, two, one. Handle, creak.

***

Tatyana Valerievna - a teacher of drawing, our part-time classroom - perhaps the only person whom I would be ashamed of. Everything is very difficult. For two years I was her favorite, while she led us drawing.

Now she stands in indecision on the threshold, shifting from foot to foot. I'm afraid to meet her gaze.

It hurts. Let him look, since she is not ashamed to consider a naked person. And besides, also connected.

Well, what are we going to look like?

I squeeze my lips angrily, turn away even further to the window.

The lock in the door clicks. Tatyana Valerievna stays inside, slowly clinks in my direction, stops two steps away. Eyes, of course, on my penis. Well, let.

- How long have you been sitting here? She asks calmly.

I don’t know how she manages this - to put a man in order in one word, one intonation. Like a mountain from the shoulders.

- Ten minutes - tambourine under his breath.

- Has anyone come here?

I negatively shake my head, very lightly, my lips involuntarily tremble.

- Are you ashamed of me?

I think I heard a note of sympathy in her voice. Or just it seems? I myself feel sorry for myself, incredibly sorry, incredibly bitter. I just now understand it as it should. How can she so subtly say a simple thing and wake up a simple self-pity?

“Maybe untie me at last, or will you watch?” - blurted out annoyed.

You can not pity yourself, these scum just waiting for me to give up.

- Of course, I will untie you, - Tatiana Valerievna is so kind, affectionate. How is your mom. There is so much warmth in her heart. - But first, promise me that you will not be shy.

It pains me to even think about it. How does she want me not to hesitate?

“Now, if you were tied to a chair,” I blinked tartly, like a saw. - Naked. And everyone went and looked, and then they also asked you not to be shy, would you not be shy?

- I would be shy, - Tatyana V. agrees. Everything is absolutely serious.Her voice sounds confident, convincing, does not tolerate objections. She squats down in front of me, finds my eyes with the inquisitive sheen of brown eyes. I have already come to terms with the fact that she studied my genitals. Why is she still not untied me?

She is wearing a familiar black knee-length skirt, a white blouse with ruffles. This woman of about thirty has always been a reverent respect for me: thick, lush, chocolate-colored hair, wavy, falling down on her shoulders, bright expressive eyes, sensual lips. There are teachers who you love just for the external beauty. And there is Tatyana Valeryevna - you will love her for the respect that she constantly shows to her students. She is always friendly, but if you need to show credibility, and all quiet down without words. Once I saw her in the winter with my husband and a small child. She commanded the parade, noticed me, scolded me for skipping Saturday. She herself also skipped! There is a pivot in it - an elusive vector expressed by silence, a look, love for working at school.

I don’t know how she manages this, with one glance to convince me that she’s not the kind of person who will laugh at me. I feel in her the power of beauty, in her serious gaze a belief in humanity. She is a good angel, my guardian angel. I understood this from the first lessons of drawing, from the first calls to the board, when she, hiding pleasure, put me, unprepared, “excellent”. She loves the intellect, loves the masculine intellect, resourcefulness, this is not to take away from her. Humor, which I have always shown, she likes.

- You will not tell anyone? - Tatiana Valerievna drops to her knees, sits on his heels. Squatting in a tight skirt, and even heels, damn uncomfortable.

- What did you see me?

- Not.

- Why?

“What am I,” she stumbles, “touched you.”

I worry, shaking knees and elbows from chills.

- How? - I look at her, frowning. It seems she is afraid of unleashing me herself. Apparently embarrassed because of my nudity.

Suddenly she puts her palms on my lap and slides them forward on her thighs. The heat of her hands burns, soothes. She pities me, strokes, her sympathy flows into me through these hands, it seems that I will go crazy with the incredible sense of trust that arises between us.

- You don't need to be shy.

I can hear her breathing unevenly through her nose. My gaze is lowered slightly, I do not see her eye, but I see her chest rise.

I'm ready to burn with shame. My penis - three or four centimeters - shrank from fear, curled up with a scrotum in a small hairy bag. Her fingers with sharp boats suddenly find him, flirting, run over from above, return to their knees to repeat the game.

I'm shocked by what happened. Tatyana Valerievna touched my member and made it as if by accident.

Suddenly she leans down and kisses me on the belly. Her hair falls into the groin, covering me with a soft blanket of heat. I sit cocked to the point of insanity, the inner trembling is restrained except by ropes. Heat, growing in the abdomen, spreads with heat through the body, rushes to the face. I am burning with a bright red flame, my ears are ready to burst from the tension in my head.

Tatyana Valerievna does not know about my confused thoughts, has forgotten that I am bound, does not see my burning ears, does not feel the sweet bliss spreading through my body with lead languor. With kisses she sinks into my groin, covers her little finger with her mouth, lips her fully. From a hot, wet dive, I'm ready to explode, go crazy. Her hair - a thick waterfall of wavy dark chestnut curls - wraps her hips and abdomen with warmth. Tatyana Valerievna does not suck me, she caresses so gently and gently that I instantly forget all the insults, thoughts, all the nuances of being, the associated position, shame in front of Tatyana Valeryevna. I forget everything in the world, immerse myself in her mouth, her gentle sweet mouth that sucks me, surrounds me with love and care.

Love is the only feeling left in ...