Story for 'The English Teacher' (part 1)

Hello. How is everybody doing? I have written the first part of the story for my recent comic 'The English Teacher'. This story is a bit longer and slower paced than my other ones, and the first part is mostly about how Jacob and Mrs. Zhang met and how the early stages of their relationship developed. I will get more into the explicit femdom and bondage stuff in the next part. Hope you guys all enjoy it!

Part 2 can be viewed here.

Jacob was a 25-year-old man from the US teaching English in China. He had always been a bit socially awkward and shy and felt he never really belonged in his home country. This is why he eventually decided to quit his boring desk job and fly over to China in hopes of finding adventure, excitement, and a place where he might finally fit in and be happy. Due to his social anxiety, he had never had a girlfriend, or even any female friends before. So naturally, he had some naive hope of finding an exotic woman in China that appreciated him in a way that people back home didn't.

For the past few months, he had been teaching adults at a private language school. Some of his students were professionals learning English for their jobs, while some were just learning as a hobby. They ranged in age from early 20s to late 40s. But the best part for Jacob was that most of his students were female - and many of them quite attractive.

Jacob had struggled to adjust to life in China and to his teaching job. He wasn't the most outgoing or charismatic person, but he was slowly building up his confidence with his teaching job and his students generally found him charming in an unconventional, awkward sort of way. One student in particular had taken a liking to him. Her name was Zhang Yanlin, but Jacob would refer to her as Mrs. Zhang. It also just so happened that she was the most attractive woman in class, and had the best English as well, making it easy to converse with her. The unfortunate part was that she was already married and had a son. She was also 34-years-old - nine years older than Jacob.

Mrs. Zhang was very outgoing and would often approach Jacob before and after class to converse and practice her English with him. She was also quite flirty with him, and Jacob often couldn't tell if she was actually interested in him or just enjoyed toying with him. But regardless of her intent, Jacob quickly found himself getting caught under her spell and would always look forward to seeing her in class.

Eventually, as their friendship grew tighter, Mrs. Zhang asked Jacob if he ever did tutoring outside of class. In fact, Jacob had never done this, and it was technically illegal to offer paid tutoring services outside of the company that sponsored his work visa. But Jacob's infatuation with Mrs. Zhang had grown to such a degree that he instantly agreed to tutor her at her home - and even offered to do it for free, which Mrs. Zhang graciously accepted.

Jacob was now going to Mrs. Zhang's house every day and giving her free hour-long tutoring sessions in addition to his classes. Despite not getting paid, he would desperately look forward to these sessions. And when he wasn't teaching, all he would think about was Mrs. Zhang. Luckily, Mrs. Zhang's husband was usually away on business trips, while her son was always away at school or studying somewhere, so it was always just be the two of them.

Something that Jacob slowly grew to adore about Mrs. Zhang was her domineering and assertive personality, and her confident awareness of her own desirability, which she took full advantage of. Being a rather passive and submissive person, Jacob would always experience a warm, tingling sensation whenever Mrs. Zhang would casually tell him to do something like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if she owned him. She would tell him to do simple things like get her a glass of water, or buy her take-out on his way to her house (for which she never reimbursed him). She also never showed any gratitude for the fact that he was offering her free English lessons, as if she was somehow entitled to them. She would also cancel or reschedule sessions on a whim, and the possibility of inconveniencing Jacob with these demands didn't even seem to cross her mind.

Most people would have been put off by Mrs. Zhang's behavior, but Jacob found it extremely attractive and arousing, and Mrs. Zhang seemed to know this. He would always do exactly what she told him without questioning it or demanding any form of compensation. And Mrs. Zhang seemed to derive immense pleasure from having somebody so obsessed with her that they were seemingly willing to cater to her every whim.

As the weeks went by, Jacob and Mrs. Zhang's relationship progressed. Occasionally, Mrs. Zhang would casually touch Jacob, placing her hands on his arms or shoulders. When this happened, Jacob would get so excited he would nearly start hyperventilating. He had never been touched by a woman before and never knew quite how to react. He tried his best to hide his nervousness and pretend he didn't notice when she touched him, but he knew better than to think he could fool a woman as sharp and perceptive as Mrs. Zhang. She knew full well that he was absolutely obsessed with her and found herself constantly playing with him and toying with his emotions. He was weak and they both knew it. Mrs. Zhang had him completely under her control.

One day, Mrs. Zhang decided to take things to the next level. During a short break in one of their study sessions, Mrs. Zhang had left the room to use the bathroom. Upon returning, as Jacob sat at the table looking over their study materials, she approached him from behind and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. In a soft, seductive voice, she asked what the next chapter in their textbook was about, before slowly sliding her hands down from Jacob's shoulders to his chest. She worked her way down his chest until her hands had reached his stomach. She then clasped one hand over the other, locking Jacob in her embrace. Her soft, slender arms enclosed around his neck, and he could feel her warm breath lightly pressing against the back of his head. Jacob's face turned bright red as Mrs. Zhang stared into his eyes from over his shoulder. He couldn't make eye contact with her. His body tensed up and he suddenly found himself terrified of moving a single muscle in his body. He knew Mrs. Zhang was still expecting an answer to her question, but Jacob was completely unable to concentrate and had already forgotten what she asked.

"Um...sorry...what did you ask?" Was all he could manage to spit out, and as the words left his mouth he was fully aware of how much his voice trembled with every syllable.

"I asked...what's the next chapter about?" Mrs. Zhang replied, clearly satisfied that she had reduced Jacob to a nervous wreck.

"Oh...yeah...it's um..." Jacob found himself beginning to hyperventilate before he could finish his sentence. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He found himself succumbing completely to the overwhelming sensations and arousal he was currently experiencing. He was falling into a sort of daze, completely unable to function or think straight. How could a woman have such power over him? He suddenly began to feel pain in his penis, as if something was smashing it flat. He opened his eyes and peered down at it. What he saw was a mountain where the crotch of his pants should have been. And it looked like the peak of that mountain had just experience a rainstorm, as streams of liquid oozed down the side. He had just cummed.

Throughout all of this, he remained trapped in the warm and soft embrace of Mrs. Zhang, who laughed quietly to herself at the pathetic display Jacob had just subjected her to.

"I think you need some practice" Mrs. Zhang mused as she returned to her seat, leaving Jacob humiliated and defeated as he sat in silent shame across the table from her.

But this embarrassing spectacle wasn't enough to scare Jacob away from the dangerous and seductive Mrs. Zhang. In fact, he found himself even more obsessed with her, and found himself constantly pleasuring himself to that fateful incident which had robbed him of his dignity and secured his status as lowly peasant to Mrs. Zhang's divine goddess.

He found himself increasingly flustered and hopeless whenever he was in her presence. He was both terrified of and utterly obsessed with her. Every time he saw her, he secretly hoped that she would make some further advance on him, and overwhelm him with that painful but euphoric sensation he had previously experienced. But at the same time, he found himself terrified whenever she would get physically close to him, as if he had some instinctual need to defend his dignity, even if he knew what he wanted deep down - to be completely and hopelessly at Mrs. Zhang's mercy, and to be used and abused in whatever way she saw fit.

But whatever instinctive need he had to defend his manhood and dignity, he knew he was ultimately no match for Mrs. Zhang, and sooner or later, he sensed that he would be defeated and put at her feet.

Jacob's intuition was proven right one Tuesday, during what seemed like another ordinary session - a terrifying and agonizing emotional roller coaster ride for Jacob, and a mildly amusing game for Mrs. Zhang. That day, Jacob had revealed that he was having financial troubles, and had decided to begin tutoring another woman in the evenings, right after his session with Mrs. Zhang was over. He wasn't sure how Mrs. Zhang would react to this, but he ensured her that it was strictly for the money and he didn't plan on reducing the time devoted to Mrs. Zhang's lessons.

To Jacob's surprise, Mrs. Zhang had no reaction to his announcement and didn't seem concerned at all. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief - he was worried Mrs. Zhang would take it the wrong way and think he wasn't interested in her - even though his obsession with her had continued to escalate to unhealthy and obsessive degrees.

Mrs. Zhang was all he thought about, and he would constantly fantasize about all sorts of arousing scenarios with her.  Every time he saw her, he subconsciously hoped that this would be the day she takes their relationship to the next level - the day she forces him to succumb to all his deepest desires and became wholly subservient to his queen.

But Mrs. Zhang knew better than to progress things to quickly. She knew every exact thought and emotion that Jacob was experiencing, and needed to extract every last ounce of emotional suffering from him before she pounced.

But this day - the day he announced he had a new student - would be a fateful one. As their session ended and Jacob was gathering up his books to take to his next session, he suddenly found Mrs. Zhang behind him again. She leaned in over his shoulder and gently placed her hand over his wrist. Jacob didn't know what was happening, and he quickly found all those previous sensations flooding back into his body. She grabbed his wrist and lightly directed it back behind his back. Suddenly something cold and hard was enclosed around his wrist and something seemed to click into place. Before he could react or process what was happening, she had already grabbed his other wrist and pulled it behind his back as well. It was met with the same cold, hard material as the other wrist, and another click could be heard. He had been handcuffed to his chair.

"I know are sessions usually end here...but let's make this one a little longer" Mrs. Zhang sensually whispered into Jacob's ear.

She then began taking Jacob's books out of his backpack and placing them back on the table to continue the study session. Jacob looked on in complete helplessness. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had been handcuffed to a chair by Mrs. Zhang. It was the most arousing thing that had ever happened to him - and likely ever would happen to him. He tried to think logically - about how he must look so pathetic to Mrs. Zhang, about how weak and unmasculine he must seem, about how he's essentially being held against his will, about how he needs to call his other student and let her know he can't come today - but he was too consumed by his own arousal and too overwhelmed by a bevy of both pleasant and discomforting sensations to form a coherent thought. He completely submitted himself to the predicament. It was the only thing he could, or wanted, to do.

"It'll be a bit hard for you to turn the pages with no hands, now won't it?" Mrs. Zhang taunted Jacob as she moved her chair in close to Jacob's so she could turn the pages for him. After sitting down, she casually raised her legs up onto Jacob's lap and crossed them just over his crotch, where another mountain had already formed and was now relentlessly and uncontrollably jabbing into the back of Mrs. Zhang's knees. Jacob couldn't help but stare down at her legs. They were perfect in every way - slender and shapely with smooth, angelic skin. In fact, they were the most beautiful legs Jacob had ever seen, and she always made a point to show them off by wearing short, skin-tight dresses, as she was today. Jacob tried his best to calm his penis down as it bounced around wildly in uncharted excitement, but hidden out of sight under Mrs. Zhang's still and confident legs.

As Jacob struggled to gather his emotions and cope with the intensity of the situation, he suddenly found Mrs. Zhang's hand grasping his chin. She lightly tugged his head in her direction.

"Let's try to focus, Mr. Jacob" She said with a slight smirk that masked the full scale of her enjoyment of this situation.

"Yeah...um...we were on chapter...12?" Jacob struggled to be intelligible amid his extreme trembling. But he tried his best to continue with the lesson as Mrs. Zhang wished, although it mostly consisted of him struggling to string a sentence together as Mrs. Zhang looked on in amusement at his suffering.

He continued his efforts to keep his penis in check, and keep the cum which so desperately wanted to escape inside of it. But this became increasingly difficult, especially when Mrs. Zhang casually shifted her legs around, temporarily relieving the pressure on his crotch, but then reapplying it once she found her new position. The weight and texture of these perfectly sculpted artifacts casually shifting around down there, oblivious to the existential struggle his poor, pathetic pecker was currently undergoing, was simply too much for him to handle. The pent up flood sprayed out with such intensity that it felt like his penis was being ripped to shreds. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and it took him what seemed like several minutes to catch his breath.

Mrs. Zhang suddenly felt something damp against the back of her knees and lifted up her legs. She looked at the overflowing volcano hidden beneath in mild surprise. "Tsk tsk tsk. Men really just can't control themselves."

She got up and returned with a wad of napkins, and started cleaning up Jacob's giant, moist mess. But the sensation of her small, supple hands tending to his privates was enough to immediately set him off again. Within a few seconds, a second, equally intense bout of semen burst forth, soiling his jeans to an unsalvageable degree.

This seemed to surprise even Mrs. Zhang, whose eyes widened as another explosion occurred before her eyes. She sighed and stood up, seemingly having given up on her efforts to dry his pants. She nudged herself up close to Jacob's bound body, her breasts just below his eyeline, and lightly rubbing against his cheek. She placed her hand under Jacob's chin and pulled his head straight upward so that he was forced to look her straight in the eyes.

She stared down at him with a look of motherly pity, as if he were some helpless stray dog that needed adopting. "What are we gonna do with you?"