I knew if I didn’t have 110% enthusiasm I might be further punished, so I groveled at her feet and kissed her toes devotedly. I actually had come to hate kissing her feet, because when I did it she usually wanted to assert how superior she was and how inferior I was. She would degrade and humiliate me, making fun of me and ridiculing me for how pitiful I must be to worship my teacher’s feet for good grades. Erin did, and Marie put the leg of the tights over both of her hands and pulled it up. Erin was now wearing three pairs of tights - one on her legs as usual, one over her arms and chest like a shirt, and a split pair that now held her arms together and her legs together. I told you , it was sexy. My shoes have ties and that's bondage, I can't run, but hobble, or fall down...woe is me. Who will save me from the big bad wolf?

Erin took a deep breath and explained her interest in tights-encasement. Her two sisters nodded, and fortunately didn't make fun of the idea. About a month had passed since Ms. Kohlman’s and my “arrangement” had begun, and school was almost over. I had been kept very busy over the few weeks, though, between serving Ms. Kohlman’s every whim and also Jessie Cohen’s. After I had been basically sold to Jessie for part-time service, the hot senior girl never wasted a minute of her time with me. More on that later. Wow," Amanda exclaimed. "We should have been more honest with each other a long time ago! I want to be tied up next. I guess you'll have to do it, Erin. Marie is incapacitated right now." Marie, forget about me for a second! What happened? Were we robbed? Oh my god, you're handcuffed! I'll never get those off! I'll call the police." she said frantically as she started to reach for Marie's cellphone. Did the fact that she had graduated from high school cause Erin to stop wearing tights? No, no, no, no, no. She still wore them with skirts. She wore them with shorts. Not every day like she used to, but as often as she could. And on those glorious, rare days when she had the house to herself, like now, she wore more than one pair of tights - and not just on her legs!Marie began binding the duct tape around Erin's wrists. Erin again sighed in pleasure as her already imprisoned arms became hopelessly bound together. Marie didn't stop at the wrists. She continued to wrap the tape around Erin's nylon-covered arms in overlapping but gradually higher wrappings until Erin's arms were crushed together by a solid mass of duct tape from wrists to elbows.

It was a guess he made as he entered the classroom, it was too dim to see my face but I had made sure the glow illuminated my nearly bare legs. I was glad he was expecting it to be me. Now I’ve got to go up to her office and talk her into forgiving me somehow...maybe I should bribe her with somethi-”What a lie. I did like Ms. Kohlman’s feet, yes. But I never begged anything! Not voluntarily anyway. But I knew better than to complain. Excellent choice," Marie said. "But first, I don't think Erin is wearing enough tights. What do you think, Amanda?"