My high school English teacher, Ms. Manju, had sent a message to all her old students from my class, or so I thought. I was 20 and had graduated over a year and a half ago. Ms. Manju was not married and didn't have kids, I always just figured she had been divorced. She was a nice teacher, somewhere in her 40s. She was a bit plain in the face, with rosy cheeks, and had become a little plump, but I thought she was kind of attractive in an unconventional, secret sexy way. I would not call her fat, but her extra weight kind of added to her curves. She had strawberry blonde hair and Manju eyes, very Irish looking. I always liked her a lot in school, she would always come find me after football games and hug me.
She had sent out an e-mail that said she wanted our homeroom to have a little catch-up and if we did not mind, help her with some stuff at her house; she said something about a flood in her basement. I thought it seemed like a nice enough idea, so when the day came I made my way to her house in the afternoon. It was an average looking house, and I was surprised to see no other cars parked nearby. Had I gotten the time wrong? I debated whether to leave or wait in the car, but I just decided to go in. I would not mind being alone with Ms. Manju anyway, I had always thought she kind of "liked" me, and it would be cool to see her alone, out of school.
I was 5'11", around 200 lbs. I played high school football and now I was working out even more than I had in high school and was trying to stay as lean as possible. My hair was kind of a gold-blonde color, especially since it was a little longer now. I rang the doorbell and waited for just a few seconds.
"Raj! What an awesome surprise! Come on in!" Ms. Manju hugged me very tightly as I entered and told how much she had missed me. I told her it was nice to see her, but was there something wrong, where was everybody else? I also thought I detected a hint of rum or some alcohol on her breath.
"Well, you're a day early here buddy. Oh, you know what Raj, I sent out another e-mail that the date was changed to tomorrow, but I must have forgotten to add your name. Woops! Now that you've graduated, I can admit it, that I'm a little ditzy sometimes!"
I was still kind of quiet but tried to joke with her. "Oh, that's okay. We never wanted to say anything... Ellen!" I kind of playfully used her first name. Some of the girls used to do that with her outside of class, I thought she might like that, and she certainly did. I then asked her if I could still help her with anything while I was here. She said she just had some stuff boxed up in the basement that she wanted moved to the attic, where it was dry.
"It's not too much, but there's some heavy stuff down there. Good thing I had such a strong young stud in my homeroom, I don't know if I could move them myself!" Our flirting seemed to be escalating a little bit, but it was kind of light and playful still. I was wearing jeans and a gray sweater and work boots, and I asked her if I should change, since I brought work clothes with me.
"No, it's not too dirty right now... but maybe later you'll change." I wondered what this meant but proceeded to the basement while she pulled down the latter to the attic. After 15 or 20 of the heaviest boxes and loose items, Ms. Manju told me I deserved a break and told me to sit at the kitchen table while she got me a beverage.
"It's so great to see you Raj." She spoke as she pulled out a pitcher. "I never told you this, and I wanted to at graduation, but you were one of my favorite students I've ever had. I've missed you a lot."
"Oh, thanks Ms. Manju. You were a pretty cool teacher yourself!"
She blushed a little. "And you look absolutely adorable! I love that you've grown your hair out, and you look like you're in better shape than ever!" She had been occasionally flirty with me in high school, but now she was really being obvious. I of course was interested in girls my own age, and my interest in her had been purely a fantasy, but I was enjoying being hit on by my old teacher. I just kind of smiled and said thanks. Ms. Manju was wearing a blue satin blouse and jeans. The blouse was probably too tight for her. She was a little chubby at the waist, but it also showed her large breasts nicely.
She handed me a glass of what appeared to be lemonade. "Mmm, this isn't bad." It had a flavor I didn't recognize but I didn't think much of it. We continued to make small talk for a few minutes, and I asked her if maybe I could sit on a couch or just take a longer break.
"Oh sure, just stay in that chair as long as you need to... most of the work is done anyway!" I continued to try to talk with her, but my limbs felt like they weighed 1000 lbs. and I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"Ms. Manju, uh... I think... uh" I tried talking to her as my voice grew weaker and she was just smiling and unbuttoning the top buttons of blouse. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. She approached me and started running her hands through my hair and over my shoulders. I just couldn't stay awake.
Some time later, I came to move my head and my neck felt a little stiff. My head had been limp. But how had I stayed in the chair? I moved it around a little and then felt hands on my thighs. I went to rub my eyes, but my hands were restrained behind me. I went to move to get up off the chair I was on, but I didn't budge. I had been tied up very tightly. My hands were tied behind me, I had a rope running across my chest and arms, and above my waist around the chair. Each of my ankles was also tied to a chair leg. I tensed up my body and strained against the rope but all I heard was the laughter of Ms. Manju, and the touch of her hands running up my thighs.
"Hello there my prince... I'm glad you're awake." I looked around and all the curtains were closed. She had changed into a white night gown that went down to her knees. It also seemed like the heat had been turned up in the house.
"Ms. Manju, what are doing to me? Wait a minute... was I drugged?"
"Shhhh" she placed her finger over my lips and then put both of her hands on my face. "If you're a good boy Raj, I won't gag you. And don't worry, it was a mild sedative I gave you. I got it for when I go flying on a plane, I gave you two doses since you're such a hot -- I mean big -- guy. It worked faster than I thought. Don't worry, I actually always feel great when I wake up from it."
I was relieved to hear that but just looked at her in disbelief. Part of me was of course enjoying this secret fantasy somehow coming true. But still, I didn't know what she was going to do to me! She paced around a little, walking around the room. She pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures of me.
"Ms. Manju!"
"Don't worry they're just for us... if you're a good boy."
"Ms. Manju, did you ha-mmmphh!"
She stuffed my mouth with a pair of panties, keeping her hand over my mouth while she drew a hanky out of her bathrobe pocket slung over a chair. She sat on my lap straddling me as she tied it around my head. "I warned you if you were naughty I'd have to gag you. Hahaha." She was twirling her hair laughing at herself, then looked back down at me.
"Now my gagged boy, what do you want to do?"
"MMPPHH!"
"Hehe, you're so cute gagged. You know, not only were you one of my favorite students ever, but you were also one of my hottest." I couldn't believe what she was saying. First, she was a bit flirty in school, but she certainly did not have a reputation or anything. Secondly, I was athletic and in good shape, and there were some girls who were interested in me, but I never thought I was much more than a little above average. Her calling me hot made me go from hard to absolutely throbbing. She then pulled back and took more pictures.
After a few more pictures, she approached again and started groping my chest and arms. "Mmmm, I see you're still bench pressing a lot. She reached down under my undershirt neckline and felt the bare skin of my pecs. Then she pulled my sweater out from the rope around my waist and felt her hand up my midsection.
"Oooh, and you're also laying off the carbs!" She pinched my skin a little. "At least one of us is!"
