The Piano Teacher And Student

Chapter One

The student, Walter, sat on the chair and the teacher remained kneeling in front of him, facing him, her face expressionless. Next to her was an open shoe box. In it were nipple clamps, coiled rope, handcuffs, a large rubber ball and a rubber mask. Walter, handsome, blonde and no more than 22 sat staring at her. He revered her as his teacher; she was very hard with him but how else was he to get better? He looked down at her, she was very beautiful, and her hard eyes, stern voice, red/blonde hair, slim lips and fine firm body would catch the eye of any man. She was maybe 35, yet her beauty made her look younger and her manner made you believe her to be older. He looked at the note again; he had read it twice now.

“You want to be my slave. To be tied up and humiliated. To be gagged into silence, taken in your mouth and your rear, to be spanked and slapped and abused.” He didn't couch this in a question, for this is what the note had asked of him. She raised her eyes slowly; her hands clasped in her lap, and nodded imperceptibly.

The conversation, if it was that, was in slow motion; for both parties, teacher and student realised the sad and yet amusing irony of it, the pupil who wanted affection and perhaps love from the teacher, and the teacher who wanted cool, emotionless abuse from the young man.

But what the teacher didn't know was that Walter was not naïve in the ways of BDSM and the fetish world. In his short life he had experimented many times with several of his more adventurous young girlfriends.

Perhaps, equally naively he thought that his “love” for his teacher could somehow make him “normal” for he was still young enough to wrestle with his conscience over his sexual obsessions. He did though enjoy the outer fringes of sex, the role playing and the dressing up in tight sexy clothing.

What were the odds, he thought, of this submissive woman, outwardly harsh and dominant, yet inwardly abused by her dreadful cruel mother, approaching a young man to be her master, completely out of the blue and she chooses someone who is more than familiar with this realm of sexual behaviour!

He realised how vulnerable she must feel, exposing her inner self to him, of all people. A very faint smile creased his lips. He picked up the flaccid black object off the floor and examined it, she watched him in silence.

“Rubber,” he said, placing his hand inside the collar and spreading the mask out, “you like rubber? It….turns you on?” She lowered her eyes and nodded slowly, well aware of the strangeness of the conversation. She spoke very quietly, it was odd to hear her like this as her voice was normally so strident.

“Yes, it makes me anonymous, someone else, someone who….you can abuse. I also like the tightness over my face, the smell…..” She drifted into silence as he continued to spin the mask in his hand. He thought for a second and then said.

“Here, put it on.” It was not really a command, more of an innocuous request. She looked up at him, her face devoid of expression, as if thinking of something to say, but she said nothing. She took it from him, still looking at him in silence, and without taking her eyes from him undid the back zip and spread the mask. She knew that this was some kid of test, as did he. The tiniest of smiles broached her lips and was then gone as she dipped her head into the mask. She raised her head as she pulled it over her face; with both hands behind her head she stretched back and began to tuck in her long red hair and slowly pull down the zip.

Her hands were shaking a little, nerves or excitement? She was struggling with her hair and the zip and began panting with exasperation. With a lift of his head he motioned her to come closer to him and she waddled nearer on her knees. She lowered her hands to her sides and he separated his knees such that his crotch was right in front of her. He nodded imperceptibly and she dutifully lowered her head until it was about six inches above it. She did not move, but appeared like a supplicant at the altar. Carefully he untangled and then folded her hair under the zip, pulling it down to her neck. He placed his hands on the shiny black dome, becoming warm quickly from the enveloped head inside. She did not move and nothing was said. Slowly he raised her head and she remained kneeling, staring at him through the eyeholes in the mask. He placed one hand by her rubber-covered cheek, her mouth opened slightly , the orange lipstick parting.

“Now tell me, what do you do when you wear this mask? Tell me everything…tell me. ” She glanced down and appeared to hesitate, but knew that she had now gone too far to go back, and this was after all what she wanted.

“Well, when mama is out….I go to my room and I…take off my clothes and….”

“Do that now.” He said interrupting her quite sharply, but quietly. “Do what you normally do, now, I want to watch you.” She hesitated again, still kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs.

“I thought you wanted me to be your master? If I am to be…and I am not saying I will, then you must do everything I say, is that not right?” She nodded and knew this was true, and wanted it to be so. But she thought, sometimes you think you know what you want, and when you think you are going to get it…you hesitate. But slowly she stood up and unbuttoned her plain blouse and undid her plain skirt as she flipped off her flat heels. She did not take her eyes off him as she did this impromptu striptease. She stared at him through the small holes in the mask, her mouth expressionless. She stopped, standing still.

His eyes almost popped out of his head as he was more than pleased to see she was dressed in bra and panties, and beige self-support stockings. But it was the material of the bra and panties that caught his eye. It was rubber. Her bra was white and he could see her nipples erect underneath. Her panties were also white and he was amazed to see they were the old fashioned type that his mother or was it his grandmother could have worn. They were high-waisted and there were a series of holes at the crotch for her pussy to “breathe” and, he noticed when he leant over holes at her arse too. He could see she was shivering slightly, with nerves? He could also see that for a woman of what, say 35, she had a wonderful, firm body – a tight stomach, well developed breasts and hard buttocks. He smiled at her.

“Well, is that it? You wear your rubber mask and your rubber panties and bra.” He leaned forward; she took a breath in, her tongue wetting her dry lips. “You wear this rubber all the time, madame?”

“Yes, yes, I try to wear some rubber every day, no matter what amount. It….comforts me. I have many pants like these. With the holes in the…..front and back there is no build up of….moisture and I can wear them for long periods. And no, when I am on my own……there's more.” She said quietly and slowly, almost sensually rolling her stockings down her well muscled legs. He waited, she would do this in her own time, and he had all afternoon.

“You have a….wonderful body, madame. If you will forgive me, you should not hide it in dowdy clothes. How do you keep it in such good shape?”

“When I was a child I wanted to be a ballerina and so took lessons for many years. Alas my piano studies took precedence but I still practice twice a week. I am very flexible and quite strong and I love the discipline of ballet.”

“And so you are adept at the en pointe, and other positions?”

“Yes, of course monsieur.”

“Excellent, you have given me some ideas madame. You are an enigma madame, but then, as they say, still waters run deep? And you want me to abuse this body, to make you my slave and to do with it as I wish? You are prepared to have no choice or opinion in the matter; you seek to become my plaything.”

Again she hesitated, but she knew her answer.

“Yes, that is what I want, exactly and precisely.”

“But madame, you do not know me, really know me. You have no idea what I might do to you.” She looked at him, only too aware of her semi-nakedness, yet almost comforted by the rubber mask, which of course masked her identity.

“I am living a living death with my mother, who takes joy in humiliating me and making my life a boring drudgery. She will live forever, people like that do. She has money, a lot of it and of course uses that fact to blackmail me to look after her, although she needs no looking after. I realise I can leave but….well, to be completely mercenary, I would like the money, if she leaves any! If I am to be punished and humiliated then….I would prefer you do it. You see, the bottom line is, I need it. I actually seek it, but not here in this house with her here. I want to be taken away, you to take me away and do with me…as you wish.”

Again there was a long silence as the young man pondered this. He looked up and down her fine, almost youthful body, the tight shiny mask, the staring eyes and the succulent mouth.

“What else do you….do here?” She breathed out slowly, and stared down, as if thinking.

“Very well, monsieur, I will show you what I do…or a variation on it.” She sat own on the side of the bed, leant over and expertly tied her ankles with the cord, followed by her knees with another short cord. She looked over at him, her eyes and mouth expressionless behind the mask. She leant over again and took a large sponge rubber ball for the shoe box, opened her mouth squeezed the rubber ball and stuffed it into her mouth. She pushed until it was behind her teeth, now all he could see was the red rubber of the ball behind the gap in her mask and her cheeks puffed out. Her breathing was now laboured, out of her nose, and despite his presence she seemed now to be enjoying this. He could see that as the rubber expanded into her mouth cavity she would have great difficulty spitting out the gag from behind her tight mask.

She stared at him, her eyes bright now and picked up the handcuffs, tossed the key on the floor and leaning back expertly cuffed one wrist, and then the other. She slowly raised her shoulders as if to say, well now you know what I do, and lay slowly on her side, in rubber bra and panties, gagged, masked, and tied up and cuffed. Then she began to move her body in a steady rhythm and moan into her gag, eyes closed.

She rolled and writhed, breathing hard through her nose, seemingly now unaware of his presence. He could hardly believe his eyes, this prim, austere piano teacher bringing herself to orgasm through self-bondage. He moved to the bed and sat by her, she opened her eyes and peered up at him, there was no fear in her eyes, but maybe there was a pleading look.

She rolled on to her back, the handcuffs under her weight clicked in a notch or two, a little alarm showed in her eyes and she mmmphed into her effective gag. He continued to stare at her. Her fair skin and freckled body was laid out for all to see in front of him. Her breathing was now laboured, her nipples erect and hard under the bra, he thought he could detect some moisture at her blonde/red haired pubic area through the small holes in her panties. She stared at her nipples and nodded at the box on the floor. He looked inside and took out a pair of crocodile nipple clamps attached to a single thin chain. He held them up and she nodded her head and closed her eyes. Carefully he clipped them onto her rubber bra, seizing the nipples, one followed by the other.

She groaned into her gag, her breathing became faster. She thrust her crotch at him, clenching her buttocks, he could now see some moisture at her crotch. He tenderly rubbed her labia through the rubber and she groaned with pleasure as he rubbed her engorged clit with his thumb. Then he pinched it, and she sat up, in pain or pleasure, he couldn't tell.

She began to shake and shudder to her first orgasm. Several more followed as he played with her nipple chain and massaged her rubber encased head. She collapsed almost in a faint.