Slothlands Academy

[Qmoq]

Part II

The first thing we had to do, of course, was get Dhyanna out of the picture. I asked Miss Gonzales to cuff my sister's wrists, the chain of the cuffs going through the bars of the (switched-off) radiator. Miss Gonzales, bless her heart, tried to help out young Dhyanna, by suggesting that she cuff her wrists in front of her, but Dhyanna insisted on having them behind her back, so she would not have to twist. "I demand the best view possible," she declared haughtily. Whilst this was going on, I was clearing the desk: casually sweeping the pens and pencils and stapler and hole punch into a drawer in the desk, leaving only the items we were going to use.

Then it was time for Miss G. She handed the yoke to me, then breathed out gently. She scooped up two handfuls of her shoulder-length, curly black hair, and raised it up like a curtain so that it would not get caught. I stroked my finger across the soft white skin on the back of her neck, and she shivered. A quiet murmur from Dhyanna showed her approval. The yoke was snug, but not tight, and my gal could easily breathe. The arms of the yoke were a little trickier for her, for they were long enough that she had only the tiniest bend in her elbows. Naturally, even though she was clothed, this would make her feel remarkably vulnerable, and when she carefully turned to face me, I could see a firm blush in her cheeks.

"Legs apart please, Miss Gonzales. Before we begin, I think we need a pussy inspection."

I loved the effect those words had on her. She smiled, her cheeks became even redder, and the first unconscious reaction happened - her chest heaved with a huge sigh of contentment and arousal. This would be the first time that she would be put on show by me in front of someone else, and she clearly wanted to savour every moment of it. I positioned her so that she was facing Dhyanna, which meant that I would have my back to her. I lifted up the skirt, and I examined her for a few brief moments, commenting on her as I stroked and felt her. She had a small amount of tidy hair there, which was on my insistence as I never liked total hairlessness. Fortunately for her, it was always extremely well-kept, as this meant that I could skip over the hair and concentrate on her pussy itself.

"Slight asymmetry in the cuntlips, Miss Gonzales."

"Sorry, Ted," she sighed.

I gently tugged on one of her labia so that they were a mirror image of each other, adding "That's quite alright, I've fixed it for you." To demonstrate this, I ran a single finger over her labia, clearly touching both lips at the same time. I leaned back to look up at her face, and she was staring straight ahead, short breaths that attempted to maintain calm, but which mostly failed to mask her arousal. Her legs maintained a fairly robust position, and only a twitch of a thigh muscle gave her away down where I was. As much as I was tempted to, I never inserted so much as a finger into her at this stage. In addition, I thought that it would be mean to inspect her clit, because she was still shaking a little and I could tell that she was already close. Yeah. Inspecting her clit equals mean.

"Clit inspection," I whispered.

"Oh my goodness," said Miss Gonzales. I heard a delicate strain on the yoke as she shuffled her upper body. She obediently kept her legs in place as, with one hand on her skirt, I moved my other hand to prise apart her labia and reveal her pearl. Now, it looked normal to me, but I'm sure if I asked Miss Gonzales to describe it, she would say that it was throbbing intensely, and felt like the blood of her entire body was rushing through it. I only gave it a quick brush with my thumb, but she twitched so violently that I almost got a knee in my head for my trouble.

"Very nice. Two passes. Pass me the ballgag, please."

Miss Gonzales tilted her shoulders and leant over to pick up the black ballgag, which was sitting contentedly on the desk, then turned gracefully to place it in my hand. I thanked her for it - even when putting her in absurdly degrading situations, I was always polite to my love - and then firmly inserted the gag into my sister's mouth, tying it tight around the back of her head. She snorted happily through her nose, indicating that she was comfortable, and eager for us to continue. Now that Dhyanna was wholly prepared, we could indeed proceed. I turned to Miss Gonzales, and slapped my hands together in anticipation. "Now we can get you onto this desk," I drooled.

Ah. Yes. I should give a few words about the desk, and one or two about the radiator. Just to set the full scene, it was still bright outside, and I could see the girls playing netball in the far distance through the window. Beneath the window was the radiator, and Dhyanna was there too, naturally. Then there was a four foot gap, where a chair would normally sit, before you reach the desk. The desk was completely uncluttered, except for the gorgeous brunette sitting atop it. It wasn't antique, but it was the big, sturdy, old-fashioned type of desks that you just don't see any more. If it was an inch, it was six feet long and four feet wide, made from dark mahogany, with a green leather covering studded into the top. There were no legs, only rounded stubs, which would make it trickier to restrain Miss Gonzales, but despite that I doubt that I could have chosen a more perfect and imposing surface on which to fuck her.

"Lie back and get comfortable, please. Position yourself so your head is over the edge."

Miss Gonzales shuffled herself backwards, whispering an “oo” every time her bottom or shoulders touched a cold piece of leather. She was looking into my eyes constantly, a broad grin fixed on her face, and if it wasn’t for my sister in the corner, I’d have ripped off her suit right there and then. This was no ordeal for Miss G, not yet anyway, she was not related to anyone in the room, so she had no embarrassment with which she had to deal… for now, at least. Maybe it was the thought of her inevitable and inventive demise that was exciting her. Whatever it was, she was ready for me, and ready to be watched by my sister.

After a few adjustments where she was too far up, or not far enough, she reached a happy position. I put the cuffs on her ankles, then led a chain from her left ankle, down to the left stub at the bottom of the desk, wrapped it around that side, then ran it around the right stub, and back up to her right ankle. Padlocks and keys ensured that she would not be going anywhere far, but I think I surprised her when I asked her to shuffle back down the desk, so that her head was on the desk again. I didn't tell her why I'd done all this, but there was a reason. A quick glance at Dhyanna suggested that she might know the reason too.

I picked up the blindfold, and turned to Dhyanna. "Last chance to back out."

She merely smiled. I put on the blindfold over my eyes, made sure it was comfortable, and stepped edgily to the desk.

End of part II