Paula & Her Professor (8 page)

He had always intended to turn her into an obedient and submissive slave, even going so far as to calculate how long it might take to overcome her resistance with his bondage and his machines and his fake “tests”.

Despite her initial doubts, she had walked straight into it, so secure and confident in her maturity and experience that she had simply assumed she could handle him and put a stop to his games if he stepped out of line. Only she had never considered that she might actually be genuinely submissive by nature and that being bound and gagged and forced to climax would turn out to be the most exciting and instantly addictive thing that had ever happened to her. More than enough to make her the slave that he had wanted her to become…and which she now was. At her own request, even if under the duress of her own enforced sexual desires.

Perhaps, if she had realized the truth of her own nature, things would have been different…but she hadn’t known and as Paula felt the relentless coiling of familiar heat in her belly, she shivered with helpless anticipation spiced with just a little fear as she imagined her future as Professor Goss’s slave…and realized that she would not change her request, even if she was given the opportunity.

The bright lights reflected off the polished black rubber of Paula’s suit as her body flexed and rippled to the power of the immense slave-orgasms that swept through her belly as she surrendered again and again to the sexual ecstasy forced upon her….but her ineffectual struggles were no longer an attempt to escape her plight or resist the shattering pleasure of her subjugation. For in the hours that had passed since her plea to be enslaved, Paula had finally and forever accepted her fate.

She had become a true slave and as her belly pulsed and swirled and churned with the incandescent heat of her intense passions, her soft moans and whimpers of unabated need and frustrated longing bore witness to the fact that not even the diabolical machine to which she was still firmly strapped had proven capable of satisfying her all-consuming need.

Only Professor Goss himself could do that and as her arousal built steadily towards the next peak that would send her plunging into still one more muscle-wrenching climax, Paula’s soft blue eyes pleaded mutely for his return….and the longed-for moment when he would finally take her and impose her first submission as his full and willing slave.

Chapter Eight

Even though she was exhausted and could barely stand when Professor Goss eventually released her from the machine, Paula had not wanted to rest or sleep, begging him with tears of frustration in her eyes to complete her enslavement by taking her and using her straight away, in whatever way he wished.

When he told her that he wanted her to be fresh and fully recovered when he permitted her to serve him, she attempted to argue with him and only ceased her protests when he informed her sternly that although he would never dream of disciplining a free woman, he had no such reservations about disciplining a slave.

Paula hadn’t cared for the gleam in his eye as he spoke and although she suspected…and sincerely hoped…that he was only bluffing, she knew that he might not be and didn’t want to risk finding out what his idea of “discipline” might entail. Plus, she had been weary almost to the point of collapse.

She was not weary now, not after sixteen hours of solid sleep and a hearty breakfast. Not at all weary and for the first time in weeks, not in bondage although she still wore her rubber suit.

It had felt…strange…wrong…even somehow unnatural to be able to move her arms and legs without restraint and when Professor Goss had instructed her to walk around and stretch her limbs, she had found herself missing the firm grasp of her accustomed bonds.

She was a slave…she wanted to be a slave…and the ingrained conditioning she had endured had reinforced her strongly submissive tendencies to the point where she instinctively felt that a slave should be bound and helpless, her body defenseless and vulnerable.

Unsettled by the freedom she no longer wanted, she had turned to Professor Goss, “Have I done something wrong, Professor?” she had asked worriedly. “I am still your slave, aren’t I? Or… Or have you changed your mind?”

His answer had removed any possible doubt and sent a thrill of tingling arousal through her body, “Absolutely not, Paula. I have no intention of changing my mind and by the end of today, I am quite sure that you will understand exactly what it means to be my slave. So, come with me and we shall begin our new adventure together.”

Without hesitation, Paula followed his tall figure to the room where she had been subjected to so much torment and discovered the incredible ecstasy that lay beyond, her anticipation and excitement growing at every step to the knowledge that when she re-emerged, it would be as the permanent bondage- and sex-slave of the man who had laid bare passions and desires in her that she had harbored unknowingly…and then used those same passions to overcome her fear and shame of what her uncontrollable desires betrayed about her.

When Paula stepped through the door that Professor Goss held open for her, her eyes went immediately to the machine which stood in the centre of the room, awaiting her.

Set on a large, square base, a thick steel pole some three feet high rose to a small, firmly-padded saddle, while from each side of the pole, several further steel struts branched out horizontally to the right and left, some terminating in hinged steel bands that were clearly designed to restrain her limbs.

Unlike its predecessor, which had folded and compressed her body into a tight, compact bundle, she saw immediately that this one would display her with her legs spread wide apart to provide easy access to her sex and as Paula realized that the steel manacles would have no stretch or free-play whatever in them and that she would be incapable of even the smallest movement when the zip at her groin was opened, her belly kicked hugely to release a stream of hot juices.

Slowly, acutely aware of Professor Goss’s silent scrutiny, Paula walked over to the machine, raised herself onto the tips of her toes, sat down on the narrow saddle and turned her head to meet his gaze.

She took a deep breath, “I am ready, Professor.”

“Yes,” he agreed, moving towards her, “indeed you are.”

His strong hand gripped her right leg and moved it firmly out to her right, her knee bending as he brought her foot back to the long steel strut below the saddle and placed her ankle in the open half of the steel band.

Holding it in position with one hand, he closed the band with the other, a concealed ratchet clicking until Paula felt cool, hard steel clamp her rubber-covered flesh.

When he repeated his actions with her left leg, her thighs opened into a wide “V” and when her ankle was secured, she gazed down at the rubber stretched tightly over her sex and gave a shudder of delicious fear, realizing that it had become impossible for her to close her legs far enough to deny access to her own body.

With her ankles drawn back underneath her, she had to lean back slightly to maintain balance, her stomach muscles tensing to hold herself upright.

Professor Goss went behind her and supported her shoulders, “Relax, Paula,” he instructed, “I won’t let you fall. Just lean back and trust me to keep you safe.”

She hesitated, then whispered, “All right, Professor. I-I do trust you and I know you won’t h-hurt me.” As she obeyed his order, he slowly eased her down until she lay with her torso parallel to the floor, perched on the narrow padded saddle under her buttocks.

Her hands instinctively sought for a secure grip and found it in the uprights at the ends of the second steel strut and it was only when he reached under her and locked steel bands around her wrists and biceps that she recognized how carefully he had designed the device to support her, while at the same time restraining her so effectively that she was unable to raise her upper body or protect herself in any way.

When he lifted two halves of a steel band that were attached to the saddle, connected them together over her navel and then tightened them until her slim waist was firmly compressed, Paula knew that no matter how frantically she struggled, she would remain exactly as he had secured her, her body hopelessly vulnerable and available for however he chose to use it.

Acutely aware of her helplessness, she licked her lips nervously as he stood over her and smiled, “Well, Paula,” he said cheerfully, “are you beginning to feel like a real slave yet? You certainly look like one.”

She felt herself redden as his eyes lingered on the zip between her gaping thighs and before she could think of a reply, he added, “Of course, a real slave must learn to serve her owner with every part of her body, you know. Her mouth, for example…….”

Paula gasped, her eyes widening in alarm.

Giving oral sex was something she had experienced only once and she hadn’t particularly enjoyed it, or ever repeated it.

“Oh no, Professor, please, not that,” she urged him, “I-I really don’t like doing th-that.”

He frowned, “Hmm. Now that is a pity, because I like it a great deal. Still, never mind. I expect you’ll get used to it eventually.”

The flat, uncompromising statement left Paula in no doubt that she wasn’t going to be given any choice about how she would pleasure him and as flaring heat surged through her belly and her nipples stiffened, she shivered to the thrilling knowledge that her preferences were no longer the deciding factor of what she would, or would not do.

She was Professor Goss’s slave and if he ordered her to serve him with her mouth, then she would have to obey, whether she liked it or not.

Taking a deep breath, she gazed up at his stern face and replied humbly, “Yes, Professor. I will tr-try, but I’m not…not very…experienced…”

His lips curved in a slow smile that set her pulse racing, “That will not be a problem, my dear,” he said calmly, “all it takes is a willingness to learn and a little practice. The first you already have and as for the second, well, my machine can help with that.”

Seeing her incomprehension, he chuckled, “Don’t worry about it, slave. All will soon become clear.”

He placed his finger-tips on her forehead and pressed down gently but firmly, “Let your head drop right back. Go on, right down. Further. A little more. Good. Now stay like that.”

With her head level with her ankles and her neck arched, it took Professor Goss only seconds to position a semi-circular steel band across her forehead and snap a padlock through the hasp, then secure her throat with a second, smaller band.

His upside-down face smiled, then disappeared from her view when he moved towards the other end of the machine and Paula’s belly fluttered wildly as she found that with her head immobilized, it was impossible for her to see any part of her own body or anticipate what Professor Goss might be about to do.

She almost cried out in relief when he came back into her limited range of vision, but when she saw what he was carrying, her relief changed instantly to apprehension.

The framework of metal struts carried a small hydraulic ram and the associated wiring and piping that she was familiar with from her previous “tests”…but what was not familiar and caused her such concern, was the thick, black, blunt-headed rubber shaft extending forward from the ram.

When Professor Goss attached the frame to the base of the machine on which she lay and adjusted the ram until the shaft was less than an inch from her soft lips, Paula’s concerns hardened into absolute certainty and her cheeks flushed a vivid crimson.

“No need for explanation, I see,” he remarked casually. “Then let’s find out whether the old saying about practice making perfect holds true in this case. Open your mouth.”

With a nervous gulp, knowing she had little choice, Paula obeyed and as he held down a button on the side of the hydraulic ram, the rubber shaft slid smoothly forward.

It was larger and harder than she had realized and as her lips were stretched into a tight circle around its girth and her cheeks bulged to encompass its considerable bulk as it pressed remorselessly deeper into her mouth, she whined softly and stared pleadingly up at Professor Goss.

“You can take more, slave,” he told her flatly and to Paula’s helpless dismay, he kept his finger on the button until her mouth was completely filled, her tongue pinned and the head of the shaft almost touching the back of her throat.

Only the fact that her neck was so steeply arched saved her from choking on the huge rod and when he released the button and nodded in satisfaction, she understood that he had planned it that way.

A picture flashed into her mind of her on her knees before him with her naked body tightly bound and her lips pressed to his groin as he ravaged her mouth with ruthless authority and in response her belly pulsed with massive power.

Engrossed in her erotic vision, she didn’t notice Professor Goss move to her side…until he slid open the zip at her belly.

Her thigh muscles flexed in a purely instinctive and involuntary reaction, but her legs stayed widely spread, held by the cuffs at her ankles and the competing tension of her deeply arched spine. As she found herself unable to move or resist in any way, Paula trembled to the deliciously-frightening excitement of her exposed, utterly defenseless plight.

Professor Goss stared down at Paula’s wetly-glistening sex, his nostrils filled with the musky aroma of her aroused womanhood, wanting her so badly that his desire was a fierce, hard ache in his belly. He could take her, plunge his iron-hard erection into her, and satisfy his lust in the tight, hot channel of her belly as he had wanted to do for so long. There was nothing to stop him…Paula certainly couldn’t…nothing but his own implacable determination to subjugate her to the ultimate degree and complete her irrevocable transformation into the perfect slave of his dreams.

With shaking hands, he placed the stimulator directly onto Paula’s clitoris, taking great care to ensure that her erect, fleshy button was trapped in the ring of stiff rubber prongs and the base-unit of the device nestled snugly against the underside, then strapped it firmly in position and connected the power lead.