Was it Claudia? Or was it someone else? Someone who now saw a person sitting on a park bench in white Moonboots, what appeared to be an extremely thick down jacket, and incredibly, a reversed down jacket under that, with the hood up.
Lynn tried to hold her breath to prevent the hood from flapping out, but it was impossible. Her access to air was so constrained that she did not have the luxury of holding on for a moment. Noisily, the hood flapped out again as she exhaled.
The footsteps stopped.
The person must be right in front of her now. Lynn breathed in again, long and heavily. The hood pressed against her face, hot and wet with her sweat. She made a faint whistling noise as she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose. Lynn's heart was hammering in her chest. What must this person in front of her be thinking? But gagged and tied as she was, she was completely helpless to do anything. She breathed out again. Breathed in again.
The footsteps moved on. Whoever had been watching her, was now moving further along the path.
Lynn was alone again, sitting in warm darkness. Her jaws and arms ached from the tight bondage. She wondered again what the person who had seen her like this had thought. Despite her uncomfortable position, her fear of what could happen, and the fact that she had climaxed fifteen minutes earlier, Lynn became aroused again. She had been watched in this position, and it might happen again. The thought of that was slowly driving her towards another climax.
But then she heard something else. Voices.
They were still quite far off, but they were coming this way, she thought. As they came nearer, she tried to identify them. Three, or four maybe? Boys for sure, teenagers. A feeling of dread settled somewhere in her stomach. Her sexual urge subsided, the fear and humiliation were too strong. They were coming this way for sure, and she didn't think they would just pass her by. She wanted to flee, but blind and tied up as she was, she couldn't exactly just walk away. She could only sit there and wait for whatever would happen.
Closer now. Lynn could make out some of the words. They were talking about some computer game. Quickly approaching her bench now. Still immersed in their lively discussion. Good, Lynn thought, move on, move on. They were passing right in front of her... Now they had passed. Lynn would have sighed in relief if her breathing had allowed it. But then -
"Look at that one."
Silence for a moment, then laughter.
"She's dressed warm!"
Their footsteps, turning back, coming closer again.
"Completely wrapped up, that one. Hey, are you cold?" More laughter.
"Hey, you alive in there?"
"Yeah, she's breathing, look at that hood!"
"Can't you speak?"
"Is she asleep?"
"Probably drunk."
A sound on her hood. Prodding fingers.
"That hood is thick, man."
More hands on her head.
"No wonder. Look, there's another jacket underneath. And the backwards jacket. How many would she be wearing?"
"Wow, crazy!"
And then, suddenly, Claudia's voice.
"Hello guys. What are you doing there?"
"There's a crazy drunk lying here."
"No, that's Lynn. She's not drunk, and not really crazy."
"Then why is she dressed like that."
"Well, Lynn is just a bit weird. She enjoys that. Come, Lynn, we'll go home now."
Claudia helped Lynn stand up.
"Why won't she speak then?"
"She's shy, I think she was too ashamed to talk. I'll take care of her. Bye, guys."
Claudia guided Lynn away. Lynn heard the voices of the boys receding, still discussing the way she was dressed. Finally, they got back to the car. Lynn was relieved when she was inside the car. At least she felt safer here. She felt completely exhausted. At least Claudia would take her home now. She hoped that would be the end of it.
Unfortunately for Lynn, it wasn't. Claudia took off Lynn's hoods and gag, and fed her some drinking yoghurt and water. But after that, her torment continued: another walk around the lake, more time alone on the bench. It was late in the afternoon when Claudia finally took her home.
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They were sitting in front of Claudia's television now, Lynn still in her three jackets and tied up as she had been all day, but Claudia had removed the gag. The backwards hood was down so she could watch the screen. Claudia had taken a camera with her, and had filmed as much as possible of the day, hidden in the bushes. The last scene was her favorite: a man tied Lynn's outer hood shut, and Lynn was jerking her head up and down and moaning in her gag while she came. At this point Claudia had been ready to intervene, but the man had opened the outer hood and even taken it off. He hesitated for a moment, then he asked Lynn if he should take her other hoods off as well. Lynn shook her head even though she was struggling for air under the hoods. Claudia supposed she valued her anonymity too much. The man asked if she was fine and Lynn nodded, so the man got up and left.
When Lynn was alone again, the camera moved closer to her. A hand appeared and took off the remaining two hoods. Claudia wanted Lynn to be clearly identifiable from the video, so she had made sure to end the "film" with a nice close-up shot of Lynn's face.
"A beautiful film, isn't it? Very educative I'd say. Perfectly suited for... English classes, perhaps?"
Lynn's mouth fell open and she just stared at Claudia in shock. Claudia grinned. She had googled Lynn's name, and found out that she was a teacher.
"I think those adolescents would be really interested in their English teacher's weird sexual preferences, don't you?"
"Please... no," Lynn begged.
"Of course not. But you understand there will be some... conditions."
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There was much amusement among the students in the following weeks as Ms Jones, the English teacher, could exclusively be seen around school wearing a knee-length black down jacket, with the hood up and the fur ruff pulled tight around her face whenever she was outside. In addition she wore shiny white Moonboots, which she kept on all day. Of course, none of them had any idea what Ms Jones was up to during her regular visits to a woman named Claudia. At least, as long as none of them met her during one of those outings...
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