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Subject: {ASSM} The Good Scout 2/3 {Teddy Daze} (mF, hs, bd)
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{ASSM} The Good Scout 2/3 {Teddy Daze} (mF, hs, bd)

   The Good Scout 2/3 Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY
(D.A.Y.S.)

   by Teddy Daze
Keywords: mF, hs, bd
I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting,
chronicling my experiences from sexually awkward adolescent to someone who
knows....  more.  Stories may or may not be my real, personal experiences -

keeping you guessing is half the fun!

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   Two months have passed since the last time I practiced my knot-tying
skills on Ms Tina, my Scout Mistress.  She did not insist on tutoring me
after every troupe meeting.  At this point I'd rather she did!

   Nonetheless I had gotten more acquainted with Missy than every other
boy. By volunteering for duties after Saturday meetings I'd be last to go,
and would meet Ms Tina as she was packing up.  Since it would be close to
dinnertime, I got to eat with her often.

   The routine would be waiting for her to shower and change out of her
uniform, then a nice drive to a different eating place every time.  It was
a miniature thrill of sorts to second-guess what Ms Tina would change into.
Sometimes it was plain t-shirt and shorts; occasionally it might even be a
sexy top or dress, which showed off her creamy skin and demure disposition.

   She even saw herself as my big sister, and gave me advice on how to woo
girls.  I played along and pretended to be some wide-eyed, innocent nerd
because I enjoyed the attention.  Ms Tina was a spunky, energetic and
lovely young lady.  It's easy to be lost in the gaze of her dark eyes in
conversation.  Once she encouraged me by giving me a 'sisterly hug'.  Her
t-shirt hanged down her chest and I could see her breasts underneath, held
up perkily by a simple beige bra.  A bulge instantly rose in my pants...

   Soon the time came for my one-on-one knotting review.  After a usual
troupe meeting, I made my way to Missy's well-stocked makeshift office on
the science block.  When I walked in, Ms Tina was barefoot and resting on
the unwanted coach from the teachers' lounge.  Her cap was off, and I
realized I was seeing that for the first time ever.  Indeed, she had long
hair, which was always nicely bundled and tucked under the cap.

   She seemed to sense my thoughts, and chuckled.  "What?  I can't be so
prim and formal all the time, you know!"

   I was asked to sit beside her, like a friend; not a student or uniformed
subordinate.  We ran through the knots that I picked to practice from her
booklet.  She commented I was learning much, but I should put all that into
practice.  Then she stroked her chin in ponder.

   "Are you wondering how I can demonstrate my knots to you, Missy?" I
quipped.

   I felt twisted and perverted at the revelation, but I had enjoyed tying
Ms Tina's limbs more than those hard, lumbering pikes.  Maybe it was the
ease of handling--I needn't haul and hold her limps; they were held up for
me.  Or maybe it was that risqué thought of having the charming troupe
leader as my 'prisoner'.......?

   I held my breath as she considered my suggestion.  "Will you lock the
door, Teddy?"

   "W-what.....  huh?"

   "It will be.....  awkward if someone else walks in, and sees me tied
up!" She chortled.

   I exhaled a nervous laugh.  "Yeah, you're so right!"

   After doing as told, Ms Tina lugged forward one of the old wooden chairs
that sat in the corner, to my puzzlement.

   "Let's do something more advanced today." She sat on the rickety dining
chair, legs crossed.  "The competition isn't just about tying stuff
together, but accomplishing an objective.  Usually the aim is to secure
something properly on your construct."

   I had taken out the thin ropes she gave last semester, prepared to
follow her directions.  She continued, "This will not only test your skills
with ropes, but also knowledge of what combination of knots to use."

   "I want you to tie me to this chair, and see if I can break free.  If I
can't, you should be good enough to secure anything in the actual
competition."

   I stood gaping, half-holding my ropes.  "Is.....is this really okay?"

   "Come on, just do it!  Boys aren't supposed to be so wishy-washy!"
teased Ms Tina.

   A plethora of deductions, plagued by anxiety and confusion, occupied me
for the next few minutes.  The book only taught me how to tie knots, but
not how to tie in combinations to achieve something.  I walked around the
seated Ms Tina, studying how to fasten her body to the old wood.

   "Ms Tina, will you place your hands behind the chair?" I nervously
asked.

   My troupe leader smiled, happy that I finally began.  She did as
requested, and her wrists were gently tied.  Once again I fumbled with the
ropes, obviously jittered by the unusual thing I was doing.  After it was
finished, I stepped back and studied her from behind.

   Ms Tina half-turned her head to address me.  "That's not enough you
know. You must completely secure me." To make her point, she pushed herself
up the chair, sliding her tied arms through its back support.  Before she
was completely up, she settled down again, waiting for me to rectify the
fault.

   My nerves had not subsided, but I tried thinking as clear as I could. 
The next step was obvious.

   "I'll be tying your ankles next, Missy......."

   "You're doing fine so far, Teddy.  Go on." Ms Tina uncrossed her limbs
and waited for me to rope each one to the chair's leg.

   The wooden chair was naturally wider than Ms Tina's slim frame, and her
legs had to be opened wider to touch the chair's two front legs.  Slowly I
knelt down and held her ankles.  With a nudge from my hands I beckoned her
to widen her legs for me.

   Missy wore her dark green skirt today, as always.  Perhaps she hadn't
foreseen the compromising position she'd be in.  I was knelt in front of
her, and just inches from my face her fair thighs widened, providing me a
close-up view of the dark area between them, covered by her skirt.  I might
have paused at sight of Missy's firm thighs, because I had to snap myself
out of a momentary trance and tie her ankles quickly.

   I stood and gazed at Ms Tina again, hands restrained, legs apart, and
ankles tied.

   "Do you think you've tied enough?" she checked.

   "I......I should think so."

   Missy fidgeted and squeezed herself out of the chair, like just now, so
that she stood with her hands still tied behind her and her ankles still
bound.  Then somehow, with deft movement of fingers and pulling of wrists,
she freed her hands.  I was impressed by my troupe leader's dexterity
indeed.

   "Not good enough!" Ms Tina exclaimed.  "I must be completely unable to
free myself."

   I wondered if she was setting too high a standard for me.  I mean,
surely I'd be tying objects which couldn't move and free themselves in the
actual contest?  Perhaps this was the best way to guarantee I could secure
anything?  Perhaps it allowed me to tie and practice more knots?

   I protested a little, but before I could explain the above, Ms Tina
interrupted.

   "I'm just giving you good practice.  Do you want to do this or not?"
there was no annoyance in her voice, just gentle prodding.

   I nodded, trying to convince her I was determined and diligent about
this.  "Okay, Missy.  Whatever you say!"

   She sat down once again, while I went behind her and re-tied her wrists.
This time there was a longer pause, marked by my racking of brains to
decide what next.  More ropes were taken out.

   I realized the trick was in choice of knots.  Some could come loose if
tugged and pulled; others remained steadfast.  I used the same tying
pattern this time round, but had chosen different knots types.

   Perhaps I could tie her chest down to the back support?  I wound the
rope in a criss-cross pattern around her chest, and held her firmly against
the chair.  Then I used another to bind her thighs to the chair's bottom
seat.  When all was done, I was breathing quicker than normal.  Was it from
the tedious work, or some deep-seated kinky idea from all that fussing
around Missy's body??

   In fact, I began to notice that body with greater attention just this
moment.  The criss-crossed ropes wound tightly around her chest, pressing
her uniform at its centre and thrusting her bosoms prominently.  All this
time, her body had been well-concealed under her baggy scout's uniform, not
offering even a hint to ogling eyes of its true shape.  Ms Tina's sharp,
pretty looks and sweet demeanor were enough to charm all the boys, but for
the first time I discovered her erotic appeal right here.

   She began to grunt and struggle against the ropes, heaving and squeezing
her trussed body against my handiwork.  Her breathing was heavier now, and
her cheeks showed slight signs of flushes.  The ropes held ever tighter,
digging into her thighs through her skirt, and making her breasts more
prominently defined.  Ms Tina shoved this way and that, thrusting her
shoulders and neck in jerking motions.

   A surge of excitement gripped me, in spite of myself.  It felt sexy and
empowering to stand here and watch a helpless Ms Tina struggle to free
herself.  Her body pushed this way and that, dancing in my eyes and teasing
me with its concealed curves.  Missy's bosoms strained against her own
uniform, and I made out two surprisingly sizeable globes.

   With the ropes pressing her garments in, Missy's true body shape could
be discerned more easily.  While I previously thought she was slim and
petite all over, I saw now she actually had a very small waist!  When seen
relative to her whole body, it made her hips look more luscious, and her
breasts much bigger than previously thought.

   A tightness began to build in my pants.  I zoned out and fantasized her
as my captive like last time, completely under my whim.  I'd beg her to let
me take her, like the good 'sister' she had been all this while; and
overwhelmed by her own loving care for me and the helplessness of her
position, she would agree......

   "You've really improved, Teddy!" Missy beamed between breathes.  "I
think you're ready for the contest!"

   I chuckled nervously, and blurted recklessly.  "Y-you know, it feels
like you're my prisoner now......  like I can do anything to you......"

   Ms Tina gave her half-amused, half-mocking look- like she always did
when I made a stupid remark.

   The fantasy and all its gratuitous imagery crept in.  Then something-
some irresistible force- tugged.  I took one step......  two steps...... 
One hand clasped Missy's ruffled bun of hair; I gazed with a confused
concoction of desire and weariness.  Apparently my Scout Mistress still
believed me to be jesting, and jovially taunted, "Silly Teddy!  What do you
want with me?" Before her luscious parted lips finished that sentence, they
were pressed violently and swiftly against another.

   I had clasped Ms Tina by the head again, and bent down, and SMOOCHED her
passionately!

   My lips locked in like a vice.  I devoured her pink softness from every
angle.  My mouth opened and pursed in intervals to suck and rub at hers,
climaxing with the intrusion of my tongue lapping at the inner walls of her
cheeks and wrestling ecstatically with hers in desperate defiance.

   Missy's eyes bulged and her yelps were muffled.  Then I felt a piercing
pain and taste of blood.  I recoiled with a bleeding lip and realized Ms
Tina had bitten me.

   I was breathless and exasperated from the reckless act of intimacy,
"Missy......  s-sorry......I don't know......  w-what came over m-me......"

   The flustered Ms Tina avoided my gaze.  "Untie me," She instructed
without a hint of cheeriness this time.  Obviously scared, I complied- and
the balance of power was restored.

   "Don't ever do that again, Teddy."

   Ms Tina hastily packed and departed along with me.  There was to be no
ride or dinner this evening.  I don't think I'll sleep well tonight; I've
probably ruined my relationship with Ms Tina for good.

   ----

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   **Profile**

   By day, I'm a normal guy working as a (mediocre) professional writer. 
By night, I enjoy writing trashy smut that blur the line between fact and
fiction.  I like my erotica brusque, simple, and visceral.  All email
feedback and comments appreciated!  ~Teddy Daze

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   Copyright 2013 (C) Teddy Daze All rights reserved.  No reposting without
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