CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

contrast with her black hosiery. Next, taking another length of rope, he tied her legs together just above
the knees. Her cheeks warmly flushed, Erica watched the proceedings without comment.
"Now, let's get that skirt up!" he remarked to his quite helpless subject.
Grasping the hem of Erica's skirt and slip, he pulled them up to leave black stocking tops, garter belt and
a generous amount of bare white thigh on display. From the front, he could catch a glimpse of her pink
panties.
"Bastard!" Erica fumed, squirming unhappily in her chair as she could do nothing to adjust her skirt.
Frank picked up his camera and began shooting snaps of her at various angles.
"Do you have any film in there?" Erica asked sarcastically.
Frank pretended to ignore her. "I think a gag would make it look more realistic," he remarked.
Despite her protests, Erica soon found her pretty mouth tightly packed with a folded white handkerchief.
A light blue scarf was then passed over her mouth and tied tightly behind her neck to hold the
handkerchief in place. Ignoring her almost constant attempts to communicate through the uncomfortable
gag, Frank proceeded to take more photographs of her.
Finally, he employed a black scarf to blindfold her completely. Her vision cut off completely and unable
to communicate in an effective manner, Erica had no choice but to squirm uncomfortably and helplessly
in her chair with her black-satin skirt well above the tops of her stockings. Thoroughly stimulated by the
provocative display of helpless feminine pulchritude, Frank dawdled with the camera and took shots of
her from every angle he could think of.
"There, I think that's enough shots," he remarked at last.
Setting the camera aside, he walked over to his helpless victim. Standing behind her, he moved quite
close to her, making her aware of his erection as the front of his slacks brushed against her blonde hair.
Looking downward at the well-filled cups of her brassiere pressing outward against her diaphanous
blouse, he reached down with both hands and grasped her resilient breasts firmly.
"Mmmmmm!" Erica could do nothing but moan and squirm anxiously in her seat.
After amusing himself for a few moments by handling her helpless body in an intimate fashion, Frank
removed the young girl's blindfold. Their eyes met and he could see the mixture of fear and excitement in
them.
"Perhaps you want something in that mouth instead of that gag?" he tormented her. "Perhaps the real
thing? Gags are really phallic substitutes, you know." He removed the gag.
"Bastard!" Erica spat out. "Why can't you just do something that's normal for once?"
Still standing behind her, Frank ran his hands over the front of her blouse once again. "Okay," he told
her. "I want you to do something that's perfectly normal. Take off your clothes for me, as slowly and
seductively as you can! What could be more normal than that?" His hands continued to fondle her
breasts as he spoke.
"And what do I get out of it?" Erica asked defiantly.
"Some hot, hard meat between your legs!" Frank replied in a deliberately quiet voice. "If you got enough