Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Oliver smiled as he opened the package that arrived by courier.  Box after box.  Books, workbooks, a new laptop, a wireless router….

He settled in for a bit while he set up the software on the router.  The irony was not lost on him that this software was the same package used by many schools.  It would allow access to news, wiki, educational, books, and other select content deemed safe. It would block texting, emails, online chat, and just about anything else that would be objectionable or inappropriate for a student.  Which amounted to just about everything not already mentioned.  

Perfect.  He thought, finishing up the install.  Then he preconfigured the laptop with the network connection, and set about installing the various software packages while he ran a load of wash.

Heather is too smart to keep cooped up forever.  Her mind won’t tolerate that well in the long run.  Or if it did, she wouldn’t be the sweet girl I’ve come to love.  

Love… For lack of a better word, there it was.  Who knows when love starts? Some people do, right away.  Others it sneaks up on.  I guess for me it was a bit of both.

He’d known right away that she was special.  How special, he had no idea until it revealed itself to him a piece at a time.  In her personality, her intelligence, her shyness, her eagerness.  It still was, every day.  Now, he couldn't live with himself if he thought that his presence in her life subtracted from her.

For the past four days, he’d been setting the stage for what he planned to do for her next.  Oliver hoped she would enjoy it.  

After their customary cuddling or fooling around on the couch, he would have her get dressed for bed in a long nightshirt and nothing else.  He would bind her to the bed hand and foot.  He fondly remembered last night, when he bound her spread-eagle across the bed tightly to it’s four posts.  

Then he would slowly expose her body, pulling up her night shirt one bit at a time while he would kiss here and stroke there and tease her all over her body, concentrating along her inner thighs, behind her knees, on her breasts… all the little places along her wonderful body he had come to know as her most sensitive spots.  He played her like a finely tuned instrument until she wanted to scream with the sexual tension.

Sometimes she actually would scream, and always she would pant and moan and feel the heat, and he would confirm the wetness of her sex until he thought she would go crazy. When it was almost more than she could take, he would kiss her gently goodnight, smooth over her nighty, and tuck her in tightly for the night.

Presently, she lived in a state of constant arousal without release. He would leave her in unfulfilled frustration, bound so that she couldn’t possibly give herself the additional stimulation she needed to reach the culmination of events, that explosion she had felt that first time. He knew that she longed for that feeling again.

Her pouting, pleading, and even crying would only result in a firm but gentle smile and a “Goodnight!” from him. He strictly forbid her from playing with herself, telling her that it would be better for her if she waited.  She wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

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The thought of the coming night’s sexual torment made her teeth itch.

I don’t know if I can stand another night like last night.  I’ll break the chains, I just know I will.  Or the bed.  SOMETHING’s gotta give.  I know he’s up to something.

(Yes, it’s an unusual pattern, isn’t it? )

Shut up, no one asked you.  

(*huff*)

Her thoughts drifted back to him again.  Always back to him.  She loved it when he came to her, hated it when he left.  He would leave to “go to work”, as he called it. Whatever that is.   She thought idly. Something having to do with chemical engineering, and some to do with the stock market, which he followed avidly.  Then she was free to read or watch TV until lunch, as long as she got  in 1 hour on the treadmill plus a later session on the bike.  Sometimes, he stayed and did his workout with her, and she learned to really like the scent of his body after he’d done a good workout.  

Laying there chained spread-eagle was at times more and less comfortable than hands overhead.  But it did invite her to think about how he would feel if he was there laying on top of her.  For the 10th time that morning already she had to distract herself from such explicit thoughts.

She thought of how she had looked at herself naked in the mirror just the day before. During those first days, she might have had somewhat dark, slightly sunken eyes and cheeks. The face of malnutrition. The changes that had taken place since then were dramatic. Now looking back at her in the mirror was a fresh face, healthy and full, a high blush on her cheeks. Where her legs had been painfully thin, now they had some added tone and definition.

All that work on the treadmill and bike, paying off!   Her breasts had taken on another half a cup size, she guessed, as she looked at herself in profile. Maybe that part was a little wishful thinking... But she had to admit, she felt really… good!

The distant sounds of the beeping keypad announced Mr. O’s arrival.

“Good morning, honey!” he called across the room, setting down the breakfast tray.

“Hi, honey.” She responded, impatient for her freedom.  She noticed that she was getting increasingly irritable lately.  

He ambled over, and as he released the locks, she gave him a peck on the cheek and sprinted for the bathroom.

When she came out again, breakfast was set out as usual. In addition to which, were several textbooks and a small laptop computer.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Today, you go back to school. Term break is over. In this binder are the lesson plans. Here’s your Math book, English, History, and Science. Loaded in the laptop are workbooks that go with the text, and lectures too.  I got you a subscription to a tutorial service, you can submit the questions and I’ll forward them along. Everything is all set to go.” He looked on proudly.

She looked at the books dumbfounded. She had never had a computer of her own before, though she’d seen and used a few beat up older models at school. She knew that she should be excited, but…   School!?  

“School!?  But honey!…”  

With a placating smile, he said “Don’t ‘but honey’ me, honey… I promised you’d continue your schooling, and that’s what we’ll do.”

“And the treadmill?  And the bike too?”

“Well, that’ll be gym class. Now don’t look so down. I have a special surprise for you later. Just keep that in mind.”

Inside, Heather was reeling. She had built up a fantasy about being all grown up, being married, having sex and everything!  Or at least what she had come to think of as having sex. Now she felt just like a little kid again. She realized she was pouting like a little girl as well. That thought sent her into a real tailspin. He snagged her waist and pulled her in close. As she met his gaze, still pouty, he laughed and pulled her into a kiss that deepened into a full on frenchie. She clung to the kiss, clung to the remnants of her newfound feeling of being grown up, and climbed up into his lap for round two as she straddled him while he ran his hands through her hair. She was determined to kiss her way back to being an adult again.

Finally they parted for air. “You look beautiful this morning.” He said, and she blushed, looking away. “I should give you homework every day. In fact, I think I will! Should I order you up a few outfits in plaid?”  

She gave him a sour look as she hopped off his lap and slouched over to her seat for breakfast. That earned her a cheerful chuckle. One thing that she had learned about him was it he seemed to have a natural ability to defuse her moods. But not today.

Hmmmmph!   Not today!  How can I stay mad at him?  Let me count the ways! Well, I can at least try my best at it!   With a stubborn set face, she stared down the textbooks. She felt like someone had just stolen something from her.

He did his best to weather the storm, and shortly after breakfast, made a tactical retreat.

“I’m off to get some work done. I have a phone meeting, and I may or may not make it for lunch. If not, then there’s some leftovers in the fridge from last night you can have, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah….” she refused to look up.

“Can you at least try to have a nice day?”

She gave him a plastic smile.

“Good enough for me. See you later on.” And he was gone.

The day passed more quickly than she realized. She picked Math and English to start off with, and luckily enough she found the subjects were both easy to follow. They began with topics she had mastered earlier that same school year. She nearly ran out of time to get in her workout on the treadmill, so she scrambled to get going at it.

When he came in with lunch, she was just finishing up.  Approaching the table all sweaty, she gave him the cold shoulder for reasons that even now she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He tried to crack her icy veneer, but she was having none of it. So he did the only smart thing he could think of to do. He gave up trying, gave her a kiss which she deftly dodged, and he left laughing. The exchange left her feeling even sillier than before, and perversely, even more committed to being a bitch.

Her afternoon consisted of a science lecture, followed by a history lecture on the laptop at the kitchen table. She finished off her assigned workbook pages on the computer for all her subjects, and hopped onto the stationary bike for a pissed off, stress fueled trip to nowhere while the TV’s music channels played country music. On purpose. She hated country music.

When he came in, she did not even look up from the bike at him.

“How long do you have left? And by the way, is that country music I hear??” he asked amiably.

No answer. So he walked over to the bike, and looked over her shoulder. “3 minutes?  Well… I guess we can cut it short this one time if you like.”

She looked up at him, then back to straight ahead and kept on pedaling. Raising his hands, he backed away three steps in mock surrender, then stood waiting for her, arms crossed. When the clock on the LCD screen of the bike ticked off to zero, she stopped, stood, stretched… and walked over to the couch, upon which she flung herself, catching her breath.

“So….” he said “... how was your day?”

She answered by turning her head away from him.

“Well, I had a thought that we might have your surprise BEFORE dinner, if that’s alright with you?”

She shrugged.

“Ok, so here it is. Why dont’ you slip out of those clothes, take a shower, and come back here. Ok?”

“No.” was all she said.

“No?”  From his tone, she could tell that his patience was wearing thin with her.

Good! she thought. She gave no reply.

“Right. Petulance will get you NO-where.  I was hoping to get you showered and relaxed, but you know what? I’ll take you sweaty and nasty. Any chance you’ll change your mind then?”

He stood tapping his foot. No reply was forthcoming.

“Well, ok, then.” and he walked away. He walked over to her bed as she ignored him. He picked through a few things, and then walked to the couch. With no warning, he pounced on her, took her legs and flipped her face down on the couch. A couch which was so plush that she sank right down into it. By the time she decided to put up a struggle, she was already deep in it’s comfy confines and finding that she lacked any leverage from which to mount a counter assault. He trapped her arms behind her, and then she felt her cuffs being strapped in place. With a click, they were locked together.

Now she started screaming, putting on a real tantrum. She started kicking her legs about, because she knew where he would head next. He simply laid himself down on top of her calves, and despite her struggles, it was all over. Each ankle received it’s cuff, the cuffs were secured together. Then he did something unexpected. He bent her knees back, and with some rope he tied her into a hogtie.

She tried some inventive smart mouthing then.

“No!  NO, God Damn It!  Let me go!”  She wiggled and threw herself around but as usual, the cuffs had her fast. Worse, the couch itself absorbed much of her attempts at motion.

“AAAAhhhhh!  Let me the… fuck out of these… fucking cuffs!”  

Then she realized he was no longer in the room. Through her disheveled hair and over the rise of the back of the couch, she could just make out the top of the open door to the outside.

“You hear me?  F. U. C. K. FUCK!”

“Fuck, did you say?” he said calmly from behind her. She hadn’t seen him return.

“Yep!  Fuck You… you…”  She panted, and her mind was blank.  

“Well put. However, Baby, you’re the one who’s fucked.” He laughed amiably.

I’m fucked? She thought.  There was something, some hidden steel in his voice, a glint that promised so much… ‘more’.  OH my! Oh… Shit!

From behind, she felt him thread straps around one side of her neck.  A strap with something solid attached to it, which he positioned right under her chin.

“What are you doing!?” she yelled.

He smacked her ass one time, hard, and she screamed.

“Oooowwww-MMMmmmmfffffff!” He popped in the ball gag. She bucked like a bronco, her screams muffled somewhat  as he worked the ball in, moving it as far back into her mouth as he could manage. Then behind her head, he pulled back firmly on the straps which now were nearly even with the corners of her mouth. They met tightly behind her head as he buckled them in place.

“There, honey baby. That should take care of that mouth of yours for a little while. You were in serious danger of getting yourself into some real trouble.” He said.

“Oommmmmfffffff!” She yelled, now greatly impeded by the large red rubber ball.

He scooped her from under her torso and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, so that she looked behind them.  Her bobbing view of the safe lit doorway receded as he carried her into the dimmed dimensions of the ‘other’ room.

As he entered the playroom with her for the first time, she had no idea where she was. He placed her down on the sturdy pine work table, and an icy fear descended on her. All around her were various furniture, hooks on walls and ceiling, metal contraptions… it looked like a dungeon. She could not divine the purpose of much of it, but the mood they conveyed was unmistakable.  Some few things like the stocks, the polished wooden “X” adorned with black leather straps, and the tall wooden post with the black iron rings hanging from it, were quite transparent. They spoke to her of restraint… punishment… spread limbs… aching need… Her horror was matched with a wonder at what else might go on while one was so… attached.

Laying Heather on the table, Oliver arranged her body on her side before he released her from the hogtie, and disconnected her leg cuffs from each other, leaving her arms locked behind her. She started struggling again.

He could have reprimanded her.  Ordered her to stop moving.  But a part of him wanted this fight, now that it was upon him.

Now she was flailing her legs about, trying to make something of her momentary freedom.  Reaching for a section of rope that was at hand, he formed up a simple loop and endeavoured to lasso one of her feet. Tossing the loop into the tangle of frantic kicking, he snagging her left foot in the makeshift lasso when he pulled up tight, closing the loop around her struggling extremity and regaining control.

She moaned in defeat, feeling the rope close on her ankle.

He threaded the free end of the lasso through an eyebolt on the left table leg and pulled the rope through, pulling up slack until he had sufficiently positioned her where he wanted her.  This allowed him to properly tie her left ankle cuff to a point halfway down the left table leg. She struggled to sit up as he snared her other leg, and she watched helplessly as he secured that one tightly to the opposite table leg. This forced her legs wide, putting her spread open crotch right at the edge of the table.

This time he was smarter than to simply release her wrists. He pre-attached ropes to each cuff, which he threaded to tie-downs at the table’s opposite edge behind her. When he did release her wrists, even though at first she struggled to pull her wrists around in front of her, he simply pulled the ropes taut and proceeded to reel her in. Having no choice in the matter at that point, bit by bit she surrendered ground as her arms were pulled back behind her. Soon she was forced to lay back against the table as he had brought her wrists all the way back to the opposite corners behind her.

For good measure, he tied a rope to her collar, and drew that tight to the far side of the table as well so that her head was forced to look almost straight back. Unable even to look down her own body, the one thing that was in her view was a wall with holes and hooks  and anchor points in it. The sight of those hooks filled her with an unknowing dread.

Down at the other end of the table by her knees she could hear some fiddling around but could not even crane her head down to see what was happening. He took off her sneakers. He took off her socks as she clung to them with her toes, but off they came anyway. And then she felt it… shears cutting away her clothes. As she tried ineffectively to kick and struggle and scream into her gag, he cut her shorts away, and then unceremoniously cut her panties off. The cooler air on her newly bare and sweaty skin confirmed it for her. He slit up both sides of her shirt and around her arms, then cut through to the neck hole. Quickly he tugged off the shirt. In a matter of less than two minutes, he had efficiently and completely laid her bare.

Oh, My God! It’s just like the dream!   I cant’ move!  I’m completely naked and tied to four corners! OH, what’s he going to do to me like this!?!?   She was very scared now, more scared than she’d been since that first day. And horribly turned on.  Out of the corners of her eyes she stared at her wrists, pulling at them, willing the cuffs to give way or for the ropes to slip and give her some room to move. Neither happened.

“Eeeeeeessshhhhhhhh. Uhhhmmmmmmmmmppph. Eeemmmmm  Eeeeee mmmm!”.

Then she coughed as a wave of saliva cascaded towards the back of her mouth, and a good part of her attention turned to finding a way to swallow all this spit that was pouring from her own mouth as she chewed at the ball. The ball was so far back, that she couldn’t even use her tongue to swallow. She’d never have believed that someone could actually take away the use of her tongue!

Then she felt him strapping something onto her knees. On the left knee she felt a series of tugs as her knee was ratcheted tightly away from her body towards the corner of the table. Then at the right knee this same act was repeated, until she felt that her sex must be not just exposed, but pulled open by the tight bonds. She tried to close her legs but could not move them in the slightest way. She was so tightly spread open that neither could she open her legs any wider if she wanted to.

He came into her view above her head for a moment, and she gave him her most stricken expression.

“MMmmmhhhhphhh?”

“Hi, Honey” he reached for her and at first she let herself hope that he might let her go now. Instead, he grabbed her under her armpits and tugged, sliding her up the table maybe an inch, finding just a bit of slack somewhere between her pelvis and her rib cage. He worked at his ropes, pulling them and removing that little bit of slack he’d found. Now she was tied down so well that she had to put strategic thought into the very act of breathing.

He walked away. She lay there, trying desperately to breath, to swallow, to move any part of her body at all. She could only wiggle her hands and her feet . She was in utter shock, that in the span of what seemed like mere minutes, she was so effectively immobilized, exposed, and powerless in the grip of his handiwork. Before, he had always taken his time, proceeding with her languidly, patiently. She had no idea that it could happen so quickly. Now she knew that his patience had it’s end.

In between breaths, and disposing the endless stream of spit which poured down her throat, she could hear him shuffling around. She heard the click of metal somethings. Somewhere, water was turned on. She could hear it splashing and filling, then it was turned off.

The wait was interminable. Her mind was filled with thoughts of breathing, swallowing, shuffling sounds, water running, and the ache of her widely separated legs .

And what the hell is he doing? What’s he going to do with me now??!!

The waiting was the hardest part.  It was possibly the longest ten minutes of her life.  Finally, she heard his footsteps return, and various items were placed on the table.

“Well then, my sweet baby. Tying you down like this wasn’t exactly part of the surprise, but I enjoyed it a lot. So thanks for that. Now here comes the first part of your surprise. I hope you like it.”

“MMMppphhhhh!!”  she yelled, twisting and tugging at her wrists.

“Yes, exactly” he said, and laughed.

She felt a small cloth being draped onto her left upper thigh. She felt something warm and wet placed on her pussy. The warm washcloth scrubbed around her crotch, which turned her on instantly. Then she felt his fingers on her tummy and crotch, above her slit, feeling very slippery. He started rubbing in circles, moving down both sides.  Into the crease where her legs met her body, down both legs a little way, around both sides of her pussy, even down towards her ass. Suddenly she was very ticklish.

She screeched tickled laughter into the gag, interrupted by her attempts at swallowing.

Then the smell hit her and she she understood perfectly. Shaving cream!  Oh…  Shaving cream?  He’s gonna shave me?!  She had often wanted to ask her mother about doing things like that, shaving her legs, her special place, but never seemed to be able to ask her about it. It always seemed like something dirty and private. Her friend Sherry had done it once, and Cindy had let her older brother do it to her for five dollars.

Soon the soaping stopped, and she could feel the blade trailing stripes across her tummy, above her slit. Slowly.  Sensually.  She started to moan with each stroke. Around and down her labia.  Gently… carefully… Out along the tops of her legs. He even shaved around her nether region, as far down as he could get with her on her back. She felt her body responding, her nipples pulling taut in that now familiar feel. As he washed her off with the warm washcloth, she followed its progress with intense interest. Then he patted her off dry.

“Unngggmmmmph” she groaned. Well, that’s over. That wasn’t so bad, actually, except for him tying me up so tightly.

She could feel her skin where he shaved her, cooling from the warm washcloth, but now kind of glowing too, radiating.

"Now here comes part two!"

"Pffffrrrt Oooooo?"

He let her see the bottle of massage oil, holding it up to her field of vision.  Let her see him pour the oil across his fingers.  He was gone again.   Then, he ran two oiled fingers down each side of her pussy lips.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMffffffffffffffffff!”  she screamed into the gag.

Holy cow, that was… awesome!  

She could feel exquisite sensation. Robbed of her sight by the collar, she focused all her attention on his touches.  Everywhere he trailed his fingers, it felt like new skin. He moved randomly at first, and she tried to guess where he would appear next.  

He began to place kisses on the inside of her thighs, starting at her right knee. Ohhh…!  He continued to glide his oiled fingers along her newly exposed skin. The kisses moved inward, slowly inward. Now up to mid-thigh. Working his way to her hot, aching, waiting vagina.

“MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm”.

As he approached the junction of her legs, he alternated between kissing, and…

Warm... Wet...Licking?  OH, oh yes, that feels sooo good!  she murmured her appreciation as his tongue traced along the crease at the top of her leg.

Closer and closer, the kisses approach her crotch, then her pussy lips. Oh God!  Please! Kiss me there! Yes, Please!

But instead, he stopped, beginning again at her left knee.

“MMMMhhhp!”  She whinnied in frustration. NO!  This has got to stop!  Or keep going!  For days and Days!  I cant’ take it any more!

Closer he came again, slowly, maddening closer. Then right on top of her pussy lips. She thought that it was too much to hope for. She was absolutely sure that he would abandon her in need and start in again from her toes this time.

What’s next… call me from the next room by cell phone!  

“EEeeeeesshhhhhhh… mmmmffffff!”  

Instead, slowly, deliberately, he licked from the bottom of her swollen outer lips all the way up to the top of her slit.

Oh!  Oh…. Yes!  MMMmmmmmmm!  Right there!

Fingers slid her outer lips easily aside, parting them like the curtains of a stage. Once more he kissed her, and then his tongue penetrated deeply between her moist inner lips as he stroked and licked all the way to the top again and finally, finally, he traced a circle around her clit and started tonguing it with intent.

Words left her,  thought left her, replaced by fire, lightning, electricity, and the animal urge to thrust her pelvis. Maddeningly, every possible move was canceled by ropes and cuffs.

She screamed loudly around the gag in pure ecstasy and frustration.

The licking continued, down and up and around, now separating her lips, now dipping into her small hole below, and back to her clit. Back and forth his tongue worked across her clit, flicking it, rubbing it from every angle and driving her higher and higher.

She existed in a fog of intense sexual tension.

“Are you my Baby?” he asked as his fingers continued to stroke her lightly, keeping her perfectly balanced on the edge.

“MMMMMhhhphhhh?” she could barely think, her mind unable to grasp the question.

“Are you my Baby?” he asked again.

“MMMMmmmm Hmmmmmmm!” she replied as best she could, yanking at the collars’ cord in an attempt to nod vigorously.

“I love you, Baby. Don’t forget it again.” He said.

She sighed into her gag, willing her body to surrender to him.

Starting in slowly again, he licked and stroked and sucked at her labia and clit, while he tugged and rolled her nipples and grasped her breasts.  Building up tempo again he assaulted her swollen, dripping, aching pussy and clit. She quickly mounted the heights of sensation, up, higher…  until with a sudden flash she came so hard it made the ropes and straps creak with the strain.

She could feel the pulsing of her pussy muscles clenching hard, wringing her insides.  Her awareness got fuzzy, overwhelmed by the power of her release, she floated unaware.

Some time later, she was vaguely aware of slack at her collar.  Of him turning her head to one side.  The buckles of the ball gag released, and he removed it from her aching mouth.  She worked her jaw back and forth and swallowed.  Bliss.

Feeling like an overstretched rubber band, her knees were freed from the restraining straps.  Her limbs were released in turn.  She had a foggy awareness of him gathering her up, cradling her in his arms, carrying away from the table.  She lacked the energy to form a thought about it, let alone move.  Her eyes took in the moving scenery as if from down a distant tunnel.

She awoke to find herself in her own bed, naked.  He lying beside her, his shirt off, holding her.

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you today, Daddy.” She said timidly.

“I know, Baby.” He said, playing with her hair, stroking her face. He kissed her then, deeply, and her tongue ventured out to meet his. “I know. I denied you your release because I wanted to make sure you were ready. I think that maybe… you were far beyond ready.”  She could hear the grin in his voice.

They lay in silence for a minute.

“I’m going to do the best that I can for you.” He said.

“I know, Daddy.  I’ll be a good girl.” she said as she snuggled into him. It was time to say it.  She needed to say it.  "I…” the words hitched for a moment. “I.. I love you Daddy."

“Oh, Baby!”  He held her closer, tighter.  “I love you too, deeply.  You’re my little Princess. Always.”

"Kiss me, make me your Baby again. Make me…” Your wife, again,  Heather finished in a silent prayer.

In the dimmed room, she couldn’t quite see, but she was sure she felt the single warm tear hit her cheek. He kissed her lips, then her chin, down her neck, around and over both nipples, tummy, navel, the newly sensitive skin above and around her special place.  He orbited her swiftly heating sex with kisses and licks, her moans spurring him onward until he finally nestled his mouth astride her opening.  Using his lips, he spread her open like a fresh flower.  She coiled herself around him, spreading her legs, her ankles behind his neck, holding his face to her, her fingers gently swirling and knitting into his hair. He drove her onward, arousing her juices and coiling up that delicious tension again, making her grunt and buck through several more orgasms that night.  At some point after he wrung the last mini-explosion from her spent body, she slipped directly into a dreamless sleep.