Author: Z1000Rider

All Tied Up: Heather’s Story Chapter 4 [MF][Teacher Student][Blackmail][Panty Stuffing][Light Bondage][mild domination][stockings][face sitting]

***Author’s Note***: *You patience is finally paying off, Reader. There is nothing but sex in this chapter. The next one is a bit of world building again though. Please check out my profile for the rest of the story.*

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Spent, confused, and emotionally conflicted, I sat down on the couch in a pair of gym shorts and a school sweatshirt. Pulling her number from the note, I unlocked my phone to text Heather. My fingers typed: *’I’m back home. I hope you did your homework, too*.

I needed to distract myself. I wanted an immediate response and didn’t get one. I began to worry. We had just both seriously escalated the situation. I fired up the television and played a fighting game to pass the time while I pretended to forget about the phone. Hours went by while barely covered women with ridiculous breasts bounced and punished each other across the screen.

*Did I text the wrong number?* I wondered. I had been deliberately vague to guard just in case, but still I was concerned. For the third time, I checked my phone against her note. Read more »

Writing Exercises: Heather’s Story Chapter 3 [Tease][More World Building]

***Author’s Note***: *There is a bit more world building going on here, and a little tease. The next chapter gets serious, like the first.*

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I felt a profound sense of worry coming into class Monday morning. Even though I was reasonably sure I wasn’t going to see Heather until the next day, I was still uneasy. After nearly four straight hours teaching two separate periods, I was drained. It had been a constant challenge for me to focus on the lesson. We were discussing Milton’s *Paradise Lost* in my first class*,* and I felt that Satan’s rebellious and treacherous nature suited Heather.

I was distracted and on edge in each course, waiting for it to end. It was clear that the students knew it too, as they were disjointed also. I had spent the morning failing to ignite their curiosity, and felt bad because of it, though I knew that not every lesson could be exciting to them. Finally returning to my office, I opened the door, paranoid over the possibility that Heather might be waiting in my seat. Read more »

The Army: Heather’s Story Chapter 2 [MF][Teacher Student][No Sex][World Building]

***Author’s Note***: *You have been warned, Reader. There is no sex in this chapter, and everything here is world building. That being said, Chapter Three is coming tomorrow or the day after, and things pick up after this. Because I cannot post links (even within the subreddit), please check out my profile for part one, then parts three and the rest until I get this figured out.*

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I teach three English courses for a total of six classes a week. *Introduction to Literature* (Eng/190) on Mondays and Wednesdays, *American Literature* (Eng/230) right after English 190, and the third on Tuesdays and Thursdays, twice a day. Heather was i*n English Composition *II, my first Tuesday/Thursday class. I don’t teach Fridays, having elected to hold office hours instead. Not this week though. After calling in sick on Thursday to fuck my student, I decided it would probably be best to stay home, so I left my office unattended, hoping my teacher’s assistant would sit in. Not that I warned her about it. What I was really trying to do was avoid Heather, though I was loathe to admit it. Read more »

Quid Pro Quo: Heather’s Story Chapter 1 [Mf][Fantasy][College][Teacher Student][Schoolgirl][Extortion]

**Author’s Note:** *This is chapter 1 of a long story. Perhaps a novel. Please let em know what you think in the comments.*

I leaned back across the center of the low bed. The room was furnished in ‘late teenager,’ with a cheap dorm room mattress on a barracks frame, and other durable furniture. The walls were brick, painted a dull cream color that made it look like someone smoked here.

I made sure the little laptop lid was closed while she changed. The last thing I wanted was for this to be recorded. Or worse, broadcast. This could be all over the internet in a heartbeat, and I would never teach again.

There were no books on her side of the room that I could see except for the requisite texts of a college freshman. English (my class), Algebra II, History of Colonial America, and the like. The supplementary texts were piled in a corner, forgotten. This disappointed me, though I wasn’t surprised. Islands of clothes and underwear from yesterday, today, and who knew when else we’re on the floor, which was also dotted by DVD rental cases from the machine downstairs.

*What a slob*, I thought. Read more »