The Nanny's Crush

Zoe's been watching Tina's ass in those tight pencil skirts all summer, wondering what it would feel like pressed against her mouth. She thinks she's read the signs right—Tina must be the kind that likes to be told what to do. One last afternoon before college starts. Zoe slips into the bedroom while Tina's downstairs, fingers through the nightstand drawer until she finds the stash: cuffs, rope, a fat gag with leather straps. Bingo. She pictures Tina bound and quiet, waiting for orders. She brings the toys back the next day, already wet thinking about how she'll make the older woman kneel. Only Tina isn't playing along. The second Zoe tries to cuff her wrists, Tina twists, spins her around, and has her pinned face-first against the bed before the girl can blink. The same cuffs Zoe brought snap around her own wrists. Tina works fast—rope around her elbows, pulling them tight until her shoulders burn. Then comes the gag. Tina forces the fat plug between Zoe's teeth and buckles it so snug her jaw aches. Now the nanny's the one on her knees, black hair falling across her face, drool already slipping past the leather. Tina stands over her in a crisp blouse and nothing else, calmly explaining that assumptions can get a girl in serious trouble. Zoe's nipples are hard against the sheets. She can't answer. She can't move. And Tina hasn't even started yet.