日本の女子高生

The Video:comings of a Japanese Schoolgirl

The camera zooms in on a delicate, porcelain-skinned Japanese girl, her almond eyes wide with anticipation and just a hint of trepidation. She cannot be more than eighteen years old, still carrying the fresh, untouched air of youth about her. Her school uniform, a crisp white blouse and navy-blue pleated skirt, is crisply ironed, save for one painfully hard button on her blouse that’s ready to burst.

Her teacher, a man in his thirties with a stern face and a look of hungry intensity in his eyes, stands behind her. His hands rest on the small of her back, a gentleman’s touch that somehow feels impure.

“Sensei, do we have to do this?” the girl asks softly, a hint of rebellion in her voice. “What if someone sees?”

“They won’t,” the teacher says, voice low and persuasive. “Besides, it’s for your education. A teachable moment, so to speak.”

The girl gives a small shiver, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I see. Then I must endeavor to learn well, Sensei.”

The teacher nods, pleased. He looks down at his student, taking in her fine features, the rosebud lips, the silky nape of her neck, and the swell of her budding breasts. “You’re free to remove your uniform now, Japanese Schoolgirl.”

The girl complies, unbuttoning her blouse one painfully slow button at a time, until her deepest secrets are revealed. Her bra is plain, white cotton, betraying her innocence. She undoes her skirt next, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her white panties, plain and simple just like her bra. The teacher makes no comment, but his eyes glint hungrily.

She stands before him, naked save for her simple undergarments. The teacher takes a step closer, his hands roaming over her soft curves, the dimples of her lower back, the flare of her hips. He removes her bra with deft fingers, letting her small, perky breasts bounce free. Her nipples are rosy, standing at attention in the cool air.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Simply beautiful.”

The girl blushes, averts her eyes. “Sensei,” she whispers.

He guides her to a chair in the classroom, positioning her carefully. He takes out an array of bondage equipment – ropes, chains, leather cuffs, a ballet bar, a spreader bar for her legs.

“Sensei, what are you doing?” she asks, eyes wide with fear and curiosity.

” Trust me,” he says, and there is a dark intensity in his voice. “I know what’s best for you.”

She nods, submits to his will. He binds her to the chair, her arms behind her back, her legs spread wide, ankles and wrists cuffed to bolts in the floor and chair. She’s helpless, vulnerable, at his mercy. The ropes cut into her skin, leaving lovely red marks.

He steps back, admires his handiwork. “Perfect. A proper restraint for an impudent girl like you,” he says. She blushes, twists in her bonds, but there’s no escape.

The teacher removes his pants, revealing his large, erect member. She shakes her head, whimpers. “No, Sensei, no! Please don’t!”

But he ignores her protests. He presses himself against her, not inside her yet, just rubbing his hard length against her soft folds. She’s dry, tight, unaccustomed to such contact.

“Sensei, please!” she cries. “I’ve never… I’m afraid…”

But he persists, forcing his way into her dry heat. She Responds with a scream of pain as he breaches her maidenhead, tearing through the flimsy barrier of her virginity. He groans as her tight, untouched warmth envelops him.

“My little pet,” he groans. “So tight, so good.”

concede to him, moving with him as he trusts in and out of her, hard and rough, taking his pleasure with her tender young body. She bites her lip, tears in her eyes, but doesn’t protest. This is her fate now, to be used by him.

He increases the pace until he’s pounding her mercilessly. She cries out again and again, the sound echoing in the empty classroom. He thrusts deeply, brutally, until he reaches his climax. He pulls out and finishes all over her flat young belly.

He steps back, eyes glinting with sexual satisfaction and dark glee. “I knew you’d make an excellent pet,” the teacher says. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

The girl shivers and smiles, even as tears track down her face. She knows this is just the beginning. She is now his true disciple, his bondservant, forever and always. The classroom and the bondage will be a constant in her life.

She will learn many things in “school”, but the lessons will be far from academic. Her Japanese Schoolgirl life is now forever changed – she has been broken in, marked, claimed for her Sensei’s pleasure. From now on, she exists solely for his use and gratification. Her past life is over; her new life has just begun.

The teacher unties her and leads her to his private chambers. There is much more yet to teach her. With a dark smile, he closes the door behind them. The lesson has only begun. The cameras keep rolling.