Paula & Her Professor (10 page)

With a gulp, Paula stretched her tongue out and began to lick delicately at his flesh…and to her own surprise, found that her expected dislike was instantly swamped and forgotten beneath a wave of intense excitement as the sheer eroticism of what she was doing…had been commanded to do…crashed into her brain.

She was serving Professor Goss in the most intimate, personal and deeply submissive way that a woman could serve a man…and she was doing it as a slave, her body clamped in steel fetters, utterly vulnerable and hopelessly aroused. Yet suddenly, it all felt so right, so perfect, so natural and desirable that Paula felt her eyes fill with tears of gratitude and joy.

She was, and always would be his slave and as she licked enthusiastically at his awakening manhood, she felt a spray of her juices burst from her sex as a single word burned itself into her mind like a flaming beacon. The word was...Master. A slave always had a Master and Paula knew that Professor Goss was to be hers.

His shaft stiffened and thickened with her efforts and she let her lips part to accept his hard flesh, her enforced practice allowing her to suck him deep into her warm, soft mouth, taking his full length and girth until the coarse hair of his groin was at her lips.

Professor Goss sighed with pleasure as her tongue caressed him, then reached forward to slide open the zips at Paula’s tautened breasts, his fingers capturing her rigid nipples and rolling them to bring muffled gasps from her nose and powerful contractions of her belly as she climaxed helplessly to the additional arousal that shot through her immobilized body.

In response, her lips squeezed his shaft and her tongue redoubled its efforts and when he began to twitch and spasm with the release of his hot, salty tribute to her newly-learned oral skills, Paula felt his seed jet into her throat and eagerly swallowed every drop, her own belly jerking wildly to the humble ecstasy of knowing that she had served him well and given him the pleasure that it was a true slave’s duty and privilege to provide in any form that he desired. No matter when, or where, or how she was commanded by the Master to whom she could only ever be a full and loving slave.

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

The garden behind Professor Goss’s house was completely enclosed behind a high brick wall that ensured complete privacy and kept prying eyes away from the green oasis of peace and tranquility that lay within. It was in this quiet spot, seated under the dappled shade of the spreading branches of a large oak tree that Paula waited for him to return from his afternoon lecture.

The fifteen months since taking part in her joint “experiment” with Professor Goss had flown by in a blur and she sometimes found it hard to even recall what her days had been like before the amazing events of that long summer of bondage and subjugation at his hands.

In those few short weeks, her life had changed forever and as she thought back over the “tests” she had undergone and remembered the doubts and fears that had assailed her when she had slowly come to realize what he planned for her and found her will-power ebbing away, her eyes crinkled with amusement at the memory of her foolishness in thinking that she could resist either his machines or her own nature and desires.

She had never had the ghost of a chance, because he had foreseen every defense she had tried to put up and countered it even before she had had the chance to begin to fight.

From the first moment she had let him put her in bondage, her war had been as good as lost and even though she had still battled against the inevitable, the outcome had never been in doubt. That outcome, of course, had been her submission to permanent slavery and acceptance of his absolute mastery over her.

He had kept her bound and helpless right up to the very last moment of the holiday, subjecting her to daily conditioning on his fantastic machines and then pillaging her body and mouth every night, until a single touch of his hands or lips was more than enough to send her arousal zooming towards the immense orgasms that constantly simmered and swirled in her belly, just waiting to be triggered.

Paula had adored every second of it, delighting in her subjugation and not even attempting to resist her slide into ever-deepening slavery. Her only slight concern, the unwelcome thought of what she assumed must happen when she and Professor Goss returned to the campus after the holiday break and had to end their new and thrilling relationship, or face the wrath of the authorities.

Perhaps, after experiencing his determination and ruthlessness at first hand…and loving the sexual passion that energized her whole body as he made her display her uncontrollable need to serve him as a slave…Paula supposed she really ought to have guessed that he wouldn’t just set her free at the end of summer break and simply return to the student/tutor relationship they had had before.

She simply hadn’t realized how thoroughly he had planned or how strong his desire to possess her forever really was.

On that last evening, with her body still shuddering in the throes of a stupendous climax, Paula had sobbed in unbearable misery as Professor Goss…her Master as Paula always by then thought of him…had caressed her spread-eagled and gagged body as he told her that it was the last night of summer break and in the morning they would have to return to the campus.

Paula had tried to protest and plead to stay with him and be his slave forever, but her gag would not permit her to speak and when she wept, he relented and took the gag from her mouth.

“Oh, no, Professor,” she begged, “please, I want to be with you. I-I need you and I want you. I’m your slave and I can’t go back. I couldn’t bear to have to be in class with you and not able to…to serve you and have you take me and…and make me submit to you.”

He shook his head sadly. “I want you too, Paula,” he told her gently, “but tutors are banned from having a relationship with their students. You know that.”

“I’ll leave,” she offered wildly. “If I’m not a student, we can be together and you could keep me as your slave and have me whenever you wanted.”

“No,” he replied flatly, “out of the question. I cannot permit you to ruin your education. Not even for me.”

“But… But… There must be some way,” Paula moaned. “I’ll do anything it takes. I can’t lose you now. Please, Professor…”

Professor Goss hesitated, then smiled slowly, “Well, I have thought of one solution that you might be willing to consider.”

“What?” she cried, “What is it? I’ll do it. I promise. Just tell me, please.”

So he did…

Which was how, just one week later, Paula had come to wear a glittering ring of white gold on the third finger of her left hand…and that same evening, a highly-polished ring of stainless steel clamped about her slender throat…as Mrs. Paula Goss…loving wife and obedient slave to her husband and Master.

The wedding-ring had been slipped onto her finger at a small ceremony in the campus church attended by Professor Goss’s amazed and clearly envious colleagues and Paula’s equally-astonished fellow students, where Paula promised to love, honor and, of course, obey her husband…but the second ring had been fitted in the privacy of her new home as she knelt naked before him and with her arms tightly bound behind her back, as a slave.

“This is your slave-collar,” Professor Goss had told her, “it is the symbol of your submission and shows that you are my property. An owned slave. There is no key to release it and you will wear it for the rest of your life.”

Then he had lifted the collar to her throat, pressing the ends together behind her neck and when Paula heard the metallic clicks of its internal locks snapping shut and felt the cold, uncompromising grip and weight of steel against her skin, she had known that her freedom was gone forever.

Intensely aware of familiar, welcome heat coiling in her belly, she had lifted her head and arched her spine to display her body and her submission. “I am your slave, my Master,” she had replied truthfully and sincerely, “and I will wear my slave-collar with all the pride and gratitude and love of a true slave for her Master.”

It was the first time she had ever actually called him, or anyone, “Master”.

It was how she had felt about him.

After fifteen months as his collared slave, her feelings had not changed.

Not surprisingly, Professor Goss’s bombshell proposal of marriage, followed so quickly by the wedding and her collaring as a life-long slave, had driven all thoughts of study out of Paula’s mind and it came as a considerable shock to her to find that her Master had no intention of letting her education go by the board.

As her husband, he was still permitted to teach her along with the other students in his usual lecture-group, but he was not allowed to assess her efforts or grade her course-work or examination results.

Those tasks were given to another Professor in a different college and it was he who judged and marked Paula’s work.

And it really was Paula’s work, because her Master allowed her no special concessions and gave her no more time or assistance than he gave to her fellow students.

Although the incentives he devised for encouraging her were certainly not those used for her class-mates. After all, it would definitely have caused comment and eyebrows to be raised if he had bound them, put them over his knee and spanked their naked bottoms to a flaming red the way he did to Paula when he considered her work to be sub-standard. As would his system of reward-by-climax for her better efforts. It was, however, highly effective and Paula’s grades climbed steadily, until, one year into her slavery, she sat her final examination.

Graduating with the highest mark ever awarded for the compulsory 50,000 word thesis on any aspect of the previous two years’ course-work, beating in the process the former highest scoring thesis on the subject of “Psychological Aspects of Conditioning and Control,” written by a student named…Goss.

Paula’s work was hailed as “ground-breaking”, “insightful”, “intuitive”, and “innovative and perceptive”, and she was thrilled to be offered a five-year contract from the college to work alongside their leading Professor of psychology. Her own husband…

Of course, given her highly-personal experience and profound understanding of the subject to draw on, how could she not have done well with a thesis entitled, “The Stockholm Syndrome – Sexual Politics and the Surrender of Self”.

It was warm in the garden, but Paula was dressed, or perhaps undressed was a more accurate description, for the conditions.

From neck to ankles, she wore a thin, black, crotchless body-stocking so sheer that her breasts and nipples were as clearly visible as if she were totally nude, with a short, extremely tight, black leather corset cinching her waist but leaving her belly and sex exposed between her widely spread thighs.

As always, she had no choice about her displayed body, for before he had left to give his lecture, her Master had laced her arms into a single-glove binder and escorted her out into the garden.

The spot he led her to was one where she had spent many hours and she knew exactly what to do, sitting down on the padded V-shaped seat and moving her feet apart to allow him to clip her ankles into the steel cuffs at each end of the bar bolted to the wooden base.

With her legs secured, she wriggled backwards until her arms met the vertical post behind her and waited as he passed red webbing straps around her waist and above her offered breasts, then ratcheted them tight to hold her in position.

“Open, slave,” he ordered casually and she stretched her lips wide, her obedience instinctive and automatic, ingrained into her so deeply that it no longer even occurred to Paula to question his authority.

The ball-gag was large and red and filled her mouth and when he buckled the straps that encircled her head, she knew that the soft grunts and moans that were the only sounds she could make wouldn’t carry beyond the high walls to attract unwanted interest in their source.

Her Master smiled down at her helplessly restrained body, then reached forward and let his fingers and thumbs caress and roll her nipples, his eyes gleaming with pleasure as the sensitive buds immediately grew hard and stiff and she fought her bonds in a futile effort to press her breasts more firmly into his grasp.

“Just testing, slave,” he chuckled, “We don’t want you getting loose by accident, do we?”

The chance of that happening was so remote as to be non-existent.

In fifteen months, she had never once succeeded in escaping from his bondage and both he and Paula were well aware that she didn’t want to. Her slavery and subjugation to his Mastery was completely willing and voluntary, her submission given freely as an expression of her love and desire for him.

Just as his ruthless domination and strict discipline of her was driven by the same powerful emotions. But that did not mean that Paula was any less of a slave, or that he was in any way prepared to accept anything other than perfect obedience and total, unconditional submission from her.

“I won’t be back until after six this evening,” he informed her, “so I’ll leave you with something to keep you entertained while you’re waiting.”

Visualizing the long hours of helplessness and subjugation that lay ahead until he returned, her belly kicked with the slave-heat that she knew so well while he quickly assembled a tubular metal frame and bolted it in position between her gaping thighs.

The vibrator he attached to it was an old friend that Paula remembered vividly from her original “tests” and when he slid its thick, hard shaft into her already-wet sex and ensured that its clitoral stimulator rested firmly on the fleshy button, she gulped in delicious fright, fully aware that she would be quite incapable of defying its powerful oscillations.

With the speed and certainty of long practice, her Master connected the power cable and then moved to the control panel.

“Just so you know, slave,” he said casually, “I’ve made a little modification to this. It’ll start off nice and slow, then gradually speed up until either it hits three-quarter speed, or you climax first. It’ll know if you do, because I’ve added a sensor.”