This account is re-submitted from my previous story, I hope you enjoyed it, I clarify again that the age has been altered due to doubts... Even at 19 years old where I was already a perverted girl in several fields and with the morbid feeling of being on the limit, I wanted to try something more reckless than the time I was locked up in the classroom, as I told in my previous story...
A couple of months after the day that almost killed me in the school's tinglado, I kept going, there were days when I escaped from home around 2 pm and entered through the window without a safety net and repeated that feat, but it was no longer the same, it wasn't the same adrenaline or nerves so I decided to go for more, started thinking about playing with being hanged in a class hour inside the classroom where everyone is just meters away from me, knew I had to be one of the empty classrooms or a day when we would leave early if some teacher was missing, it was a matter of waiting, total I always had the rope tied up in my backpack.
I had the opportunity, a teacher missed and everyone left early since they had signed the note, at that moment I got out but hid in the bathroom until everyone left, then I directed myself to my classroom and closed the door, it was still recess so I could hear the boys talking and laughing near the window, I was nervous, surely someone would see me and a huge mess would ensue, I thought, so I just approached the window where you could hear voices and see shadows behind the curtain, I only limited myself to carefully lowering my jeans down to my knees, I was naked from the waist down since I wasn't wearing underwear, I approached the window and started leaning against the curtain, my whole body was shaking with nerves, those boys were right next to the window and I was letting myself be pulled by the curtain practically, it was the only thing that allowed me not to be seen haha I wasn't meters away, I was centimeters... when the bell rang and everyone entered the classrooms, I was still with my pants half down and decided to take out the rope from my backpack. To hang her on the ceiling fan, I didn't know if she would resist my weight but it didn't matter to me, as I was climbing up to the table to reach and tie the rope, I heard footsteps in the hallway, quickly pulled up my pants and while I was hiding the rope a janitor entered to clean the classroom, when I saw her I froze in shock, red, goosebumps, nervous, couldn't speak clearly, it was as if my throat had fallen asleep from nerves, she asked what I was doing since everyone had left, to which I responded stuttering that I didn't have the withdrawal note signed, she looked at me with a face of annoyance and told me to wait, went to call the teacher and while she was gone I took advantage to leave quickly, total the janitor didn't know my name or anything. I hid in the bathroom, it was when I realized I had put on my pants wrong, had open button and zipper, although I don't know if I noticed because the skirt covered me a bit, showed her the signed note at the door and let me go. The next day I tried again but in the morning shift, went with the excuse that I was going to the library to finish a task and would stay until class time, all I had to do was show my ID card for them to let me in, but instead of going to the library I went to the back classrooms which were already clean, so no one would come to clean, so I entered, closed the door, and could hear the teacher's voice behind the wall in the adjacent classroom, this time I could tie the rope and with great care climbed down from the chair, making sure I could support myself at least with my toes, pretended I had my hands tied behind my back and then let myself be carried away by adrenaline, fear, and pleasure. Left hanging, as the seconds passed the lack of air was greater, started touching myself and tried to moan softly, again the situation was me, semi-naked in a classroom full of fear and adrenaline, while listening to the teacher's voice from the adjacent classroom, the floor I got wet because obviously the situation terrified me so much that I was releasing fluids uncontrollably... but a strong groan escaped me, which was obvious it was heard from the other side, I heard the professor stop talking and would probably come to the classroom to see what was happening, I can't explain the terror I felt, quickly got up again on the chair, took off my belt and somehow pulled up my pants, I heard the professor's voice in the hallway telling her students to stay calm that she was coming back, luckily I didn't know where the sound came from and went to open the door of another empty classroom, so I took advantage to untie the rope until she opened the door of the classroom where I was hanging myself, I pretended to enter the classroom to cry because I didn't understand a task and luckily it was a nice professor who hugged me and told me that if I wanted after her class she could help me, I told her everything just to get rid of it quickly and so she wouldn't suspect, then I went to the library saying I would keep trying to resolve the activities. And that's how I almost got away with it again by pure luck, thinking that afterwards they would occupy that classroom where I wet the floor and was hanging myself, in the library there was no one and the librarian was in her own so I discreetly touched until enough... Obviously I kept looking for new ways to challenge myself and push my limits. Thanks for your time and reading me 😊
A couple of months after the day that almost killed me in the school's tinglado, I kept going, there were days when I escaped from home around 2 pm and entered through the window without a safety net and repeated that feat, but it was no longer the same, it wasn't the same adrenaline or nerves so I decided to go for more, started thinking about playing with being hanged in a class hour inside the classroom where everyone is just meters away from me, knew I had to be one of the empty classrooms or a day when we would leave early if some teacher was missing, it was a matter of waiting, total I always had the rope tied up in my backpack.
I had the opportunity, a teacher missed and everyone left early since they had signed the note, at that moment I got out but hid in the bathroom until everyone left, then I directed myself to my classroom and closed the door, it was still recess so I could hear the boys talking and laughing near the window, I was nervous, surely someone would see me and a huge mess would ensue, I thought, so I just approached the window where you could hear voices and see shadows behind the curtain, I only limited myself to carefully lowering my jeans down to my knees, I was naked from the waist down since I wasn't wearing underwear, I approached the window and started leaning against the curtain, my whole body was shaking with nerves, those boys were right next to the window and I was letting myself be pulled by the curtain practically, it was the only thing that allowed me not to be seen haha I wasn't meters away, I was centimeters... when the bell rang and everyone entered the classrooms, I was still with my pants half down and decided to take out the rope from my backpack. To hang her on the ceiling fan, I didn't know if she would resist my weight but it didn't matter to me, as I was climbing up to the table to reach and tie the rope, I heard footsteps in the hallway, quickly pulled up my pants and while I was hiding the rope a janitor entered to clean the classroom, when I saw her I froze in shock, red, goosebumps, nervous, couldn't speak clearly, it was as if my throat had fallen asleep from nerves, she asked what I was doing since everyone had left, to which I responded stuttering that I didn't have the withdrawal note signed, she looked at me with a face of annoyance and told me to wait, went to call the teacher and while she was gone I took advantage to leave quickly, total the janitor didn't know my name or anything. I hid in the bathroom, it was when I realized I had put on my pants wrong, had open button and zipper, although I don't know if I noticed because the skirt covered me a bit, showed her the signed note at the door and let me go. The next day I tried again but in the morning shift, went with the excuse that I was going to the library to finish a task and would stay until class time, all I had to do was show my ID card for them to let me in, but instead of going to the library I went to the back classrooms which were already clean, so no one would come to clean, so I entered, closed the door, and could hear the teacher's voice behind the wall in the adjacent classroom, this time I could tie the rope and with great care climbed down from the chair, making sure I could support myself at least with my toes, pretended I had my hands tied behind my back and then let myself be carried away by adrenaline, fear, and pleasure. Left hanging, as the seconds passed the lack of air was greater, started touching myself and tried to moan softly, again the situation was me, semi-naked in a classroom full of fear and adrenaline, while listening to the teacher's voice from the adjacent classroom, the floor I got wet because obviously the situation terrified me so much that I was releasing fluids uncontrollably... but a strong groan escaped me, which was obvious it was heard from the other side, I heard the professor stop talking and would probably come to the classroom to see what was happening, I can't explain the terror I felt, quickly got up again on the chair, took off my belt and somehow pulled up my pants, I heard the professor's voice in the hallway telling her students to stay calm that she was coming back, luckily I didn't know where the sound came from and went to open the door of another empty classroom, so I took advantage to untie the rope until she opened the door of the classroom where I was hanging myself, I pretended to enter the classroom to cry because I didn't understand a task and luckily it was a nice professor who hugged me and told me that if I wanted after her class she could help me, I told her everything just to get rid of it quickly and so she wouldn't suspect, then I went to the library saying I would keep trying to resolve the activities. And that's how I almost got away with it again by pure luck, thinking that afterwards they would occupy that classroom where I wet the floor and was hanging myself, in the library there was no one and the librarian was in her own so I discreetly touched until enough... Obviously I kept looking for new ways to challenge myself and push my limits. Thanks for your time and reading me 😊
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