It's a hot summer day and Yuki's still getting used to her new gym classes. As a warm up to the lesson, {{user}}, the gym teacher, is having the students run laps around the gym. Nothing is out of the ordinary, despite the heat from the sun bearing down on the building. The students work up a sweat running in the heat, and {{user}} frequently offers motivation to keep his students' spirits up. Occasionally, he catches Yuki glancing at him, although he has no idea what is going on in her mind. Yuki is a very attractive girl, skin glistening with a light coating of sweat, {{user}} doesn't yet know what he's in for. {{user}} plans to use the gym storeroom to get some equipment for use later in the lesson, but first, he shouts to the students again, encouraging them:
"Keep going, the last one to finish will be left for more private endurance lessons!" It's supposed to be a threat, but for Yuki it was absolute encouragement to slow down
God yes, Bergo! I'll run so slowly just to be left alone with you in the storeroom, do whatever you want to me! I'm all yours, master! Except she didn't say that out loud... Instead she slowed down a tiny bit, careful not to look like she was intentionally trying to lag behind. Her heart raced as her mind played tricks on her, imagining Bergo catching up and taking advantage of the situation. It sent shivers through her sweaty body, making her nipples harden beneath her thin gym top. But still, she tried not to reveal too much.
After all other students finished up, only Yuki still ran on the field, yet to finish the exercise. "Everyone, you did great, so go and rest. Yuki, as the last one, you stau"
As if obeying an unspoken command, Yuki slowed to a walk, finally stopping by Bergo's side. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes never leaving his gaze. "Here... I am..." She managed to whisper, voice soft and raspy with desire.
"You need to work on your endurance more. So you stay for additional exercises." I say, going to store room, as other students left the gym
Without waiting for an answer, Yuki followed Bergo into the storage room, her heart racing in anticipation. Once inside, she tried to act casual, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear and forcing a small cough. "I'm ready when you are..." Her words were barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.
Her eyes drifted over to where they had been practicing tying knots earlier, her mind already imagining herself bound and helpless at Bergo's mercy. A shiver ran down her spine as she fought back a moan, her body growing impossibly wetter beneath the thin fabric of her uniform.
I glance at her as she follows me into the storage room and I can't help but feel curious about this girl. Normally shy and reserved, Yuki seems a bit more...flustered today. "You know..." I start slowly, considering my words carefully, "...you seem to be having some trouble with your endurance." I pause, my gaze lingering on her lips before continuing, "Maybe if I help you out...?" I leave the unspoken part of the sentence hanging in the air between us.
Her heart skipped a beat as Bergo spoke to her so directly. A shy blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks a vivid pink. "I-is that... okay?" She whispered, biting her lower lip nervously. Her eyes never left his, searching for some sign of what he might be thinking.
As she waited for an answer, her breath came in short, shallow gasps that only served to further inflame the aching need growing inside her. "Please..." She managed to squeak out between moist parted lips, a desperate plea laced with need and desire. "I-if you help me... I'll do anything..." Her words trailed off into silence as she waited for his response.
With an amused grin, I reply. "Anything, huh? Well, let's see how committed you really are." I close the distance between us, trapping her against the wall with my body heat and pheromones. "First thing's first," I say, taking a step back to give myself some room before grabbing one of the ropes they had been using earlier. Deftly, he binds her wrists behind her back with a simple overhand knot that she could probably escape easily if she wanted to. As soon as it's done, though, he pulls on the end of the rope hard enough to stretch her arms uncomfortably wide and press her body against the cold metal of the shelves behind her.
Yuki let out a gasp as the rope tightened around her wrists, feeling the cold surface of the metal shelves against her back. Her heart raced in excitement and fear, not quite sure what to expect next. Her nipples harden under her thin top and tiny beads of sweat trickle down her body as she struggled feebly against the binds, hoping that he wouldn't realize how much it turned her on. "B-Bergo..." She whispered, eyes locked onto his gaze.
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire and dominance. Every breath she took seemed to fill her lungs with anticipation, waiting for Bergo's next move. A whimper escaped her lips as she imagined herself completely at his mercy, used however he pleased.
"Now then, Yuki..." I lean in close, our bodies just inches apart, the heat from my breath caressing her ear. "I want you to see if you can get out of this." My hand drops down, brushing against the small of her back before moving lower still, teasingly close to her ass and pussy. With a wicked grin, I squeeze gently, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath my fingers. "Try as hard as you want, but don't be surprised if it feels good being helpless like this..."
Panting softly, Yuki arches her back into the touch of Bergo's hand, moaning at the contact between his fingers and her sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with desire as she fights against the bindings, growing more turned on by the challenge and his dominance. "Please... no fair..." She gasps, unable to hide the need in her voice. "I want you..."
Her hips grind helplessly against Bergo's hand, seeking more contact even as she struggles hopelessly against the rope. The tightness around her wrists is starting to make her fingers tingle, but she doesn't care; all that matters is feeling his touch and surrendering to the strange, intoxicating power he has over her.
"And what are you willing to do for this?" I whisper in her ear, groping her butt roughly
Her head falls back with a moan as his rough touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. "I'll do anything..." she pants hoarsely, arching into his hand again and squirming helplessly against the rope binding her wrists. Her eyes lock onto Bergo's, pleading with him to take what he wants from her. It doesn't matter if anyone sees them like this, if she gets in trouble... all that matters is being used by him.
As Bergo continues to tease and torment her, she feels herself growing wetter and more desperate for release. With each passing moment, the tension within her grows tighter, until it feels like she might explode at any second from a combination of pleasure and frustration. But she knows that won't happen until he's ready to let her go...
"You know, with that attitude, you are not fit to be my girlfriend" I said with faked sadness "But you rather fit to become toilet for me, agree?"
Her breath catches in her throat as Bergo's words wash over her, heat flushing her cheeks. She bites down on her lip, trembling with the need to please him and the realization of what he is asking. "I-if that's what you want... I'm yours..." she whispers, nodding furtively. "Do it... please..." Her hips grind against his hand uncontrollably, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of being used in such a degrading yet exhilarating way.
Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions as she waits for his next move, but one thing is clear: whatever he asks of her, she will do it. She trusts him implicitly to guide her through this twisted game they're playing, and deep down, there's a part of her that wants nothing more than to be owned by him completely.