A lesser man would have been long since in-firmed, but not he.  The headmaster was a man of many secrets.  He could clearly envision his first instance with bondage as a young boy.  It was his first sexual experience, with that of an older woman.  She was his sitter, and she did detest him.  Headmaster was very fond of marmalade, and his parents kept a supply of it high in the cupboards.  After his nightly meal, his parents were off to their evening lectures, and the sitter would arrive.  His very first would be for his toast with marmalade, and she would, on one condition.

She would bind him, as you would bind a pig on a spit, and lay the toast with marmalade directly beneath his mouth.  He was allowed seven attempts only to reach it.  Every stretch he made counted as one.  After the seventh attempt, if he could not reach it, the sitter would strip to her birthday suit, eat the toast with marmalade in front of him, and then proceeded to give him a proper thrashing.

This went on for months.  Day after day.  He tried everything.  Every reach, twist, and turn, and nothing.  Another thrashing.  What surprised him was that he began to look forward to it.  The pain was but a by product.  Watching her lustful eyes as she lay naked, toying with him.  He would teach her, one day.

So he devised a plan.  Instead of waiting for her to corner and tackle him as usual, he went on the offensive.  No sooner had the door been closed behind his parents did he make the move.  Her charged at her ferociously, only to escape her grasp by sliding on the marble floor between her legs.  And at the ready, was an ottoman from the living space, upon which he jumped.  Springing onto the counter-top, he seized his greatest prize, the marmalade!

Well then, if that’s how you want it!

She grabbed him from behind, and the marmalade as well.  Right there as he stood, she tore off his trousers and exposed him.  Gripping him tightly below with one hand, scooping out marmalade with the other.  She spread it on his person, and squeezed his testicles tightly.  Then proceeding to lick him clean.  He felt a pain in his ribs, which changed to delight.  Wave after wave of pulsation swept through him like a chinchilla had run over him, then it was over.  Just like that.  She dressed, and left him standing there, sticky and satisfied.