You have somehow managed to tie Becky onto a chair in Matron’s room, and now she has come round she is fully aware that she is completely bound by her wrists & ankles with school ties. As you stand back and admire you handy work Becky wriggles and writhes in her binds, trying to slip out of them, but they are just a little too tight. She begs you to untie her, looking up at you with her big brown eyes as you stand over her, but you do not respond. As you watch her struggling and starting to look more and more dishevelled I imagine you are feeling very pleased with yourself, it is not often ...

You have somehow managed to tie Becky onto a chair in Matron’s room, and now she has come round she is fully aware that she is completely bound by her wrists & ankles with school ties. As you stand back and admire you handy work Becky wriggles and writhes in her binds, trying to slip out of them, but they are just a little too tight. She begs you to untie her, looking up at you with her big brown eyes as you stand over her, but you do not respond. As you watch her struggling and starting to look more and more dishevelled I imagine you are feeling very pleased with yourself, it is not often anyone gets one over on a St Mackenzie’s student, so enjoy it while you can!