Daddy’s Little Sex Doll V

I heard a knock on the door, flipping off the television; I stood up and went to the door flipping open the locks. It was my math teacher, she stood in front of me, and I was confused about what she was doing at my house. She wore an ugly red floral print desk, with her helmet hair that we always made fun of in class when her back was turned.

“Miss. Levine is your father here,” she asked?
“No, he’s at work, “I said.
“Will he home soon,” she asked?
“Yes, would you like to wait here for him,” I questioned?

She shook her head that she would; I invited her in, and offered her a seat on the sofa. Thoroughly confused as to why my Math teacher was here to see my Daddy. Surely he wasn’t messing with her¸ he had fucked my teachers before, but they were not like this one. This one was, well she was unappealing the others had at least been attractive.

“I assume you are wondering why I’m here,” she stated.
“Well yes I am,” I stammered.
“I need to speak to your father about your grades slipping,” she said.
“My grades aren’t slipping, and why couldn’t you just be normal and call him on the phone,” I stated rather pissed off.
“Because that young lady is not how I operate,” she said.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen and went out the back door, I’d fix this bitch, I had, had enough of teachers and their attitudes, at 18 and a Senior I was fed up with high school anyway, and I just needed to graduate. I came back into the house, with my German Shepherd Klink walking by my side. When I got to the door of the living room, she looked up at me curiously.

“Fix her,” I said to Klink.

He walked over to her and sat directly in front of her and began to growl, she was startled and scooted over, and he moved over in front of her and didn’t let her move again. She looked at me frightened.

“What is this Ms.Levine,” she said afraid?

I smirked, I left them sitting in the living room, and I went to my dad’s room, I retrieved the handcuffs and the rope, and one large dildo from my dad’s drawer. The big one he saved for me when I had really misbehaved. I walked over to her, and grabbed her arms, the dog stayed right on her.

“What do you think you are doing,” she shrieked?

I pulled her arms around behind her and flipped on the handcuffs quickly squeezing them together hard. Pulling on them I was certain that she couldn’t move her wrists at all. I was finished with letting teachers get the best of me. I turned her around and looked into her frightened face, her eyes darted around wildly as she wondered what I was doing I’m sure. I shoved her down on to the coffee table, laying her on her back. She lay on her hands; I took the rope and tied her legs to each table leg, spread apart under her ugly dress.

“You can’t do this to me, you are going to be in huge trouble, and I’m going to call the police as soon as I get up from here. You let me up from here immediately,” she demanded.

Walking back into my bedroom I picked up my ball gag out of my top drawer, I glanced at the clock I had about two hours before Daddy got off work.