Paula & Her Professor

by Charles Graham

  She felt it happen, but was powerless to prevent it and as her belly churned and seethed with ever-increasing heat, Paula gasped and strained against her bonds in futile efforts to achieve the massive climax that hovered tantalizingly close, but not quite within her grasp.

  Had she been able to see herself from ahead, Paula would have been mortified at the sight she presented, her eyes wide with fervid lust, her bare breasts and nipples quivering, her belly and thighs flexing against the tight red straps that secured her…all clear evidence that she was no longer the cool, self-possessed, mature student of such a short time ago, but a hot, hopelessly aroused and sexually-charged package of needy and frustrated femininity, unable…and perhaps unwilling…to control the overwhelming passion unleashed within her.

  Professor Goss, on the other hand, found that the trip went far too quickly and would have been quite content to drive for hours with Paula’s upper body, tightly strapped elbows and head neatly framed in the middle of his windscreen.

  But then, he had the great advantage of knowing that the road he was following led only to the research facility and that the chances of meeting another vehicle were precisely nil.

  At the high wire fence that surrounded the compound, he stopped the truck, got out and unlocked the heavy padlock that secured the gates, drove through and locked them behind him, then continued the last half-mile through the lightly-wooded grounds and pulled up in front of a single-story, concrete and glass building.

  Switching off the engine, he walked around and smiled at Paula, his smile growing broader as he noted the tell-tale signs of her arousal.

  “Stage two completed,” he told her calmly as he began to release the straps, then couldn’t resist adding, “welcome to summer camp, my dear. You obviously enjoyed the trip here, so let me finish untying you and then I’ll show you around.

  Although he took great care to avoid her breasts, every touch of his hands sent a shock-wave through Paula’s body and when he unbuckled the final strap and she fell against his chest, the exquisite sensation of her engorged nipples scraping against the material of his shirt was too much for her.

  Pressed against his body and still helplessly bound and gagged in his arms, she shuddered in climax, her belly kicking and pulsing wildly to powerful convulsions that sent a great flood of hot juices pouring through her body and down into her sex as she gasped and moaned in the throes of her ecstasy.

  It was what she had wanted ever since he strapped her to his truck and only minutes before, she would have done anything she could to achieve it. Only she hadn’t bargained on Professor Goss being close enough to see and hear and feel every nuance and detail of her shameful surrender to her uncontrollable sexual excitement. Or on the indisputable fact that being tightly bound and unable to control what happened, was such a huge and thrilling turn-on for her that she was beginning to hope that he wouldn’t set her free too quickly.

  At least, not until…afterwards…

  Embarrassed by the fierce desire that she felt as she accepted that there was going to be an “afterwards”, Paula kept her face buried against his chest as she heard him chuckle, “My, my, Paula. Stage three already. We’re ahead of schedule.”

  Chapter Four

  The delightful sensations of Paula’s breasts and belly and buttocks quivering and flexing in his arms, tested Professor Goss’s powers of self-denial almost to breaking point. He wanted her and was tempted to abandon the experiment and simply lay her down on the lush grass and take her there and then.

  There was no question that she was ready and, he suspected, more than willing to acquiesce, but his plan…if he could stick with it…called for much more than her mere passive acceptance of his temporary authority over her.

  Although she didn’t yet know it, his intention was to bring her to a point where her obedience and unquestioning submission to his will would become purely instinctive and automatic, as normal and natural to her as her own heartbeat – all without physical intimacy between them.

  That would have to wait until after she was fully conditioned to his control over her, when her surrender would be absolute, eagerly given and her greatest, most intense desire. He knew it would take time and patience on his part, of course…he was after all, a trained psychologist…but he knew the end result would be well worth his effort.

  Paula would be his and his alone.

  Willingly, permanently and best of all, contentedly, for her conditioning would be so deeply ingrained and so tightly focused on him that it wouldn’t even occur to her to look at any other man.

  She would be the perfect companion, beautiful, bright, lively and intelligent, her spirit unbroken and seemingly unchanged to her fellow students and tutors. Only he would know that at his command, she would obey without hesitation, her body and the limitless passion contained within it, reserved solely for his use and pleasure.

  Summoning-up what remained of his self-control, he fought down his lust and laid his enticing burden on the soft grass to remove the straps that bound her ankles and held her in the hogtie, then stood back until Paula recovered the use of her numbed legs and tried to get to her feet.

  He reached down and helped her, steadying her as she swayed uncertainly on her high heels, then pointed towards the building.

  She hesitated, her eyes flickering towards the road and he understood that she was wondering if there was a chance of running away and making good her escape.

  “By all means try it if you want to, my dear,” he smiled and folded his arms. “To give you a sporting chance, I promise not to come after you for half an hour. Off you go.”

  It was fifteen miles back to the main road, a ten-foot fence and a locked gate barred her way, and she wore seven inch high heels and was bare-breasted with her arms bound immovably behind her back and a gag in her mouth.

  He watched her work it out and when her shoulders slumped, he nodded. “Very sensible, Paula. You’d never have made it. Now, stay where you are.”

  She didn’t move or try to resist as he fetched a pair of hobble-cuffs from the truck and locked them around her ankles and this time, when he pointed towards the building, she shuffled slowly forward, the twelve-inch chain between her feet clinking metallically at each short, restricted step.

  He knew the hobble wasn’t really necessary…Paula had nowhere to go…but its mere presence would be a constant reminder to her of her helplessness and reinforce her sense of submission to his absolute authority over her. She would wear the chain because he wished her to wear it…and soon, his slightest wish would be her command.

  Paula didn’t want to wear the steel-boned, leather corset, but as Professor Goss didn’t seek her views on the subject and also conveniently “forgot” to remove the ball-gag from her mouth, she was in no position to object very effectively.

  When he laced her into it, slowly but extremely thoroughly, giving her time to adapt to the steadily increasing compression, then tightened a little more and a little more until the edges met over her spine and he was able to tie the final knot, Paula’s waist was squeezed down to a literally breath-taking twenty three inches that set her still-naked breasts heaving rapidly to the quick, shallow pants that were all the corset’s vice-like grip permitted.

  Once he was sure that she could breathe satisfactorily through her nose, he unbuckled and removed her ball-gag, but immediately replaced it with a thick, hard shaft of rubber attached to the inside of a heavy rubber hood that encased her entire head and left only her eyes and nose exposed.

  In the few seconds that she was un-gagged, Paula tried to protest that she really, really didn’t want to be hooded, but it made no difference and as the laces were pulled tight and knotted behind her neck, the rubber shaft was forced deep into her mouth, bulging her cheeks and silencing her even more effectively than the ball-gag had managed.

  The third and final addition to her costume was a tall, stiff leather collar that made her hold her head up and prevented her from bending her neck and when Profess
or Goss locked it in place over the hem of her hood and its knotted laces with a small padlock, Paula realized that even if her hands were free, she still wouldn’t be able to remove either the collar or her gag without the key.

  Dropping the key into his pocket, Professor Goss walked across the subterranean room that was to be Paula’s home and prison and stopped beside a large floor-to ceiling mirror.

  “Come here, Paula.”

  His tone was commanding and although she didn’t want to obey, Paula shuffled towards him with the tiny, mincing steps imposed on her by her enormous high heels and hobbled ankles, her blue eyes wide with hopeless resignation and anxious concern as she made her laborious way to his side.

  Since declining his offer to let her try to escape…an attempt she had instantly realized was doomed to failure…he had grown noticeably in confidence and authority, seeming to take her acceptance of her hopeless situation as tacit approval of his actions.

  Much as she would have liked to tell him otherwise, she couldn’t, of course, and although she had tried to indicate her reluctance and growing alarm as he showed her around the facility and pointed out the many complex machines that were to form part of the tests she had agreed to let him carry out, he had ignored her muffled questions and protests.

  When they finally reached the underground “test area” where she was to be imprisoned, he had casually locked her in while he fetched the corset, hood and collar she now wore and which restricted her ability to communicate even more severely.

  Professor Goss waited until Paula reached him, then indicated a spot directly in front of the mirror, “Stand there. I need to make sure that you don’t go wandering about and getting yourself into trouble while I set up the first test.”

  The chains dangling alongside the mirror made his meaning perfectly plain and when he lifted the first and clipped it to a ring on the front of her collar, Paula knew that she wasn’t going to be allowed the opportunity to get into trouble.

  Or no more trouble than she was already in anyway…

  The second chain went to the same ring, the third and fourth to the sides of her corset and she was secured facing her own reflection and unable to turn away.

  A breathy squeal leaked past her gag as Professor Goss’s hand snaked around her torso to lift her left breast and despite his assurance that he was only replacing the firm globe back into its molded rubber cup, the touch of his fingers instantly re-ignited a hot glow of arousal in her belly.

  Her skin tingled to the feel of his hands and she felt her nipple stiffen as he gently pushed her breast into position and slid the zipper closed and when he cupped her right breast, she turned her head as far as her collar would permit, her eyes filled with a silent plea.

  Professor Goss was only human and, dedicated scientist though he was, even he was not proof against the need in Paula’s eyes.

  Despite his better judgment and determination not to enjoy her body until she was fully conditioned, his thumb and forefinger captured and rolled her erect nipple while his free hand kneaded her resilient buttocks until she writhed and pressed back against him, her eyes squeezed shut against the sexual pleasure that swept through her belly.

  Out of control, Paula could not and would not hold back, her desire to submit to his hands and to her own passion blazing like a torch throughout her quivering body as she raced towards her second orgasm and when her belly contracted in frantic spasms, Professor Goss was privileged to witness her total, explosive submission long before he had anticipated such a pleasure.

  In the mirror, he met Paula’s wild gaze as her body shuddered to the wrenching jolts that sent hot juices flooding into her belly and in her wide and fearful eyes he read the shocked understanding that her helpless passion had betrayed, by its awesome depth and power, a capacity and a desire to submit that she had never suspected or imagined that she possessed.

  Both recognizing, in that instant of shared knowledge, that there could be no going back…for either of them…

  Zipping her breast back into its rubber confinement, he ignored her soft whimpers and trembling body and strode to the door, “That should keep you going for a while,” he chuckled, “I’ve got other things to do, so I’ll be back later when I’ve set up the machines for your tests. Did I tell you I trained as an electrical and hydraulics engineer in the Navy, before I went into teaching? So you don’t need to worry, you’re in safe hands. I can make those things do pretty much anything I want.”

  Far from reassuring Paula, his words only added to her concerns about what the future held in store for her now that he had discovered how sexually responsive she could be….or could be forced to be.

  She didn’t doubt that he could do what he said and as she tried to imagine exactly what he was going to modify the machines to do to her, she gazed numbly at the heavily chained woman in the mirror and saw her belly kick powerfully to the appallingly-seductive prospect of even higher levels of enforced helplessness and utter subjugation.

  Chapter Five

  The electric hoist was designed to lift and transport heavy or bulky equipment around the research facility, but it was equally capable of being utilized for moving items that were much lighter and far more delicate…not to mention a great deal more interesting and visually stimulating than a package of hydraulic spares.

  The thought of a package brought a smile to Professor Goss’s lips, for he was quietly confident that the hoist had rarely, if ever, carried a package more tightly wrapped and securely fastened than its current cargo. And certainly not one that presented such a delightful picture of immobilized and vulnerable femininity.

  Paula had spent several hours chained in front of the mirror as Professor Goss worked on the machines, then endured a long, uncomfortable and far from restful night still in bondage on the camp-cot he provided for her.

  Even when she had finally managed to fall asleep, her dreams had been filled with images of her bound body being endlessly menaced and ravaged by pitiless machines presided over by a crazed scientist bent on some unspecified revenge. A scientist who looked very much like Professor Goss. It had been a relief to wake up and find it wasn’t real. Until, ungagged briefly to eat a delicious breakfast prepared and fed to her by him, followed by an extremely embarrassing trip to the toilet also assisted by him, Paula had discovered that her dreams were not that far from reality.

  “All set for your first little test, Paula?” he had asked her jovially and although she had tried her best to indicate that what she wanted was to be freed and allowed to leave, he just smiled and nodded and chose to interpret her gag-muffled protests as consent to continue.

  “Good, good. That’s the spirit, my dear. Now, this first test is quite simple and will indicate how someone in a hostage situation might react to the stress of her situation. But, of course, as you are merely playing a part and are in no actual danger, it is necessary for us to simulate the tension that a real captive would feel.”

  He had paused then to fetch a long, thick, blunt-headed rod with a second, shorter, pointed shaft diverging at an angle from it, both covered in a rubbery coating with a coiled lead plugged into its base and as she gazed at it in sudden foreboding, he had continued calmly, “So in order to achieve that end, this device will be inserted into your sex and is programmed to provide both sexual stimulation of varying levels and random and very minor electric shocks of a totally non-harmful nature. Thus combining the physical stress of erotic arousal with the mental tension of uncertainty as to when and for how long, the shocks will occur. So if you would be kind enough to spread your legs, I will position the device and we can begin the test.”

  Wide-eyed, Paula had stared in horrified fascination at the rod, imagining the havoc it would create in her helpless body and trying desperately to think of some way to save herself from the torment to come. Until Professor Goss had frowned and snapped, “Come along, Paula, I’m waiting,” and she had known that there was no escape.

  Allowing her ankles to part to the fu
ll extent of her hobble-chain, she had gasped as he slid open the zip at her groin, then gasped again as the thick shaft penetrated deep into her body, stretching and filling her with its length and girth, while the shorter section nestled against the projecting bud of her clitoris, the rod’s entry aided by the slippery juices of an intense arousal that to her humiliation, she had been unable to resist.

  Then he had closed the zip, leaving the lead dangling and begun to bind her even more thoroughly.

  Balanced on tip-toe by the enormous seven-inch heels of her ballet-boots, Paula stood rigidly erect on the base-plate of the hoist, incapable of any movement other than the blinking of her blue eyes.

  Every few inches from ankles to neck, wide bands of stretchy black packaging tape compressed her rubber-clad form, each band encircling her completely and so tightly that her flesh bulged from between every loop in confirmation of the security of her bonds.

  With her body held in position by two shaped metal straps clamped around her neck and ankles and bolted to the hoist’s frame, she could not even lower her head because of the strong chain running from the top of her hood to the lifting-point above her.

  To complete her hopeless plight, the wire that emerged from between her strapped-together thighs betrayed the fact that she was still at the mercy of the device lodged in her belly…and of Professor Goss who controlled it.

  She stared across the thirty feet that separated her from where he sat at a computer typing up his notes, her mind whirling with fear and excitement and arousal and guilt, knowing that when he had finished, her test would begin…and barely able to contain her ashamed anticipation.

  Utterly helpless and unable to do a single thing to avoid her fate, she had no choice but to accept whatever came and that stark truth absolved her of any responsibility.

  Professor Goss was in charge and to tell the truth, she was beginning to enjoy having no say in what he made her do, or did to her. Somehow, being in his bondage, even bondage as tight and inescapable as he insisted she wore, was much more thrilling than she had imagined, giving her a deep, visceral pleasure that kept her in a constant ferment of excitement and simmering arousal.