Paula & Her Professor

by Charles Graham

  Less than a second apart, two shocks seared through her quivering sex, so closely following her climax that the sharp twinges only added a cruel upward spiral to her uncontrollable submission, blending pleasure and pain into a raging inferno of white-hot passion and lust more intense than anything which had gone before.

  For Paula, time ceased to exist, its passing marked only by the exquisite mixture of punishment and pleasure that accompanied every shattering orgasm as she surrendered again and again to the almost unbearable, bitter-sweet rapture of inescapable torment that filled her body with undreamed-of ecstasy and her mind with an overwhelming desire to submit more deeply and more deeply still to the unceasing demands of the tireless vibrator buried in her shuddering body…and to the man who had bound her and taken her to such heights of incredibly-thrilling erotic subjugation.

  Two hours into her second “test” and Paula had learned to obey.

  Instantly, unquestioningly and perfectly, her whole being attuned to the smallest variation of the moving track beneath her high-heels, despite the incandescent liquid heat that surged and swirled through her quaking belly at every movement.

  The climaxes which still swept over her every few minutes were no less intense or powerful, but had changed from sudden, relatively short-lived explosive eruptions to a series of slower, smooth ascents building inexorably to a crescendo of racking internal convulsions that set her belly and breasts juddering and throbbing beneath her rubber suit as she surrendered to the irresistible sexual arousal imposed on her by the vibrator.

  Professor Goss was very pleased by the extraordinary success of his training program, for he recognized that every time Paula climaxed, it forged another link of the invisible, subconscious chains that were binding her more and more tightly and helplessly to the life of permanent subjugation and obedient acceptance of his will that was his ultimate objective.

  Watching every second of Paula’s many submissions with eyes that drank in every quiver and contraction of her tightly bound, rubber-sheathed form as she marched endlessly forward on the track before her, he noted that just before reaching the peak of her enforced need and sliding into yet another well-earned orgasm, she seemed to stumble and hesitate, just for the briefest moment.

  At first, he assumed it was simply an accident, the result of the massive stimulation she was receiving. When it happened again and then again, he realized that it was not. Paula was quite deliberately inducing the sensor to trigger the punishment section of his program…using the electric shocks that it generated to heighten the sensations she was experiencing and precipitate her own orgasmic surrender.

  He could not conceive of the fires of passion and sexual fervor that must burn within her to persuade her to invite further torment upon herself, but when he watched her repeat the process a third time and saw her belly kick and flutter in the throes of an immediate climax, he knew that his long-held ambition to make Paula his forever was coming true before his delighted gaze.

  Leaning forward with considerable difficulty…the unsurprising result of the bulging, rock-hard erection caused by her helpless plight…he typed in the command to pause the program and when the belt slowed and came to a halt, he rose to his feet and walked uncomfortably over to look into her face.

  The desperate longing in her wide blue eyes and the wordless muffled pleas that emerged past her gag as he studied her, confirmed that even her countless orgasms had not quenched or satisfied her raging desire and as she strained forward against her chains in a bid to press her rigidly-erect nipples against him, he fought to keep his voice calm and unemotional, knowing that his apparent self-control would reinforce her sense of total helplessness and submission.

  “Well done, Paula,” he congratulated her cheerfully. “The results so far are most promising. If all continues to go well, two more hours should see us finished for the day.”

  Her whole body stiffened in disbelief as he smiled and she stared numbly at him when he continued, “Naturally, one series of tests is insufficient for conclusive evidence, so we will be holding this one and others and then repeating them several more times as the summer progresses. Of course, now that you have proven that you can be obedient, I shall expect nothing less from you – both now and in the future.”

  He held her stricken gaze for five long seconds and as his stare burned into her eyes…her brain…her very soul…Paula shuddered in ice-cold certainty that her obedience was only the beginning of what Professor Goss was going to demand from her.

  Demand…and get…because as she sensed the iron determination emanating from him, she felt her belly kick with frightening power and knew that she could no longer resist her own body’s desire to submit to his ruthless dominance.

  Gulping in humiliation at her response, she dropped her eyes, unable to endure his hard scrutiny. She heard him chuckle softly and say, “Two more hours will confirm your obedience, my dear. And it will also form the bedrock of our future relationship,” her belly kicked again to her vision of a future where Professor Goss would exert absolute control over every aspect of her life and where her sole purpose would be to obey and serve him in any way he commanded her.

  Even without the benefit of two years of study, Paula knew the term for such a person.

  That term was slave…

  After just a few days at the mercy of Professor Goss, his stringent bondage and relentless domination had stripped away her will-power and weakened her ability to resist to the point where the thought of being forced to become his slave, far from terrifying and angering her, somehow already seemed unavoidable and even shamefully desirable.

  With well over a month of the summer break still ahead of her…a month of continued bondage and “testing” and complete sexual submission…Paula knew that she could never hold out against his thrilling domination, or the fury of her own unleashed passions.

  Her belly churned with ferocious heat as she heard him walk back to his desk and when the track began to move under her feet, she had no choice but to walk forward, her body instantly aflame with uncontrollable need, while Professor Goss sat back in his chair and relaxed as much as his swollen maleness permitted, his lips curving into a broad smile as he watched her make a brief and ineffectual effort to delay the inevitable.

  To no avail and as her flimsy defenses were overwhelmed, she hurtled into a straining, pulsating orgasm that clearly demonstrated her inability to retain even the most minimal control over her own body, he nodded in deep satisfaction.

  Paula was making better progress than he had anticipated.

  After another two weeks, or at the outside, three, of continuous conditioning and training, he was supremely confident that she would be ready to assume the role that he had decided for her and begin the duties that went with it.

  Those of companion, assistant and public partner for social and academic functions…plus, of course, the far more important and strictly private sexual services that she would provide only for him as his instantly obedient, deliciously responsive and utterly submissive lover.

  In tight bondage and firmly gagged, her body hopelessly vulnerable and available for whatever torment or pleasure he chose to impose upon her.

  Exerting every atom of self-control he possessed, he made himself ignore the urgent demands of his rampant erection.

  Three weeks was not too long to wait to achieve his goal…not when the rewards for his abstinence would fulfill his every desire and dream.

  Chapter Seven

  For a further full week, Professor Goss subjected Paula to daily repetitions of his “tests” of her physical and mental stamina on the spurious grounds of confirming the previous results and ensuring what he called “academic accuracy.”

  Though neither of them still believed that was his real purpose and understood that her ongoing torment was deliberately designed to break down the last shreds of her resistance and produce in her a state of absolute submission and obedience, Paula found herself unable to summon-up the will to defy him.


  Day by day, as the vibrator wreaked its irresistible devastation on her body and her responses grew quicker and stronger and more intense with every surrender forced from her, she sank deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit of subjugation and helpless acceptance of her fate.

  When he was not with Paula, supervising her “testing” or taking care of her physical needs, Professor Goss was hard at work modifying the electronics and hydraulics of the next machine which he would use to condition her still more thoroughly to his exacting requirements. Requirements which had expanded considerably beyond his original thoughts as Paula had shown herself to be more submissive and physically resilient than he had expected…and even a little masochistic, as proven by her use of the vibrator’s electric shocks to enhance her orgasms.

  He had noted them all and adapted the machine appropriately. Now it was finally ready to take Paula to the next and penultimate level of her journey.

  The foam padding of the bench on which Paula lay belly-down was surprisingly comfortable and carefully shaped to provide support to her shoulders, waist and hips, while leaving her breasts in their rubber bra-cups dangling to either side.

  Her ankles were clamped together, but each leg was bound separately by strong, red webbing straps that encircled her calves and thighs and kept her limbs doubled-up behind her with her booted feet pressed tightly against her buttocks by another strap that passed over the bases of her heels and under the bench.

  Further straps around her waist and above and below her breasts ensured that she could not fall off the machine and kept her arms wedged against her spine, immobilizing everything except her head.

  When Professor Goss fetched a long, stainless steel rod with a hydraulic pump fitted to its centre and fitted it between the ring at the crown of her hood and her ankles, Paula discovered that even that movement was to be taken from her.

  Connecting a pipe to the pump, he pressed a button on the control panel and with a soft hiss the rod slowly shortened, pulling her head and feet towards each other until her neck arched back and her spine hollowed to leave her staring straight ahead and unable to lower or turn her face away from his smiling inspection.

  There was no point in trying to argue or protest when Professor Goss unbuckled and pulled the gag from her mouth. Paula had to content herself with a reproachful look as he replaced it with a leather harness that covered her lower face from nose to under her chin and had a bladder of rather soft, limp rubber attached to a large steel ring on its inside face.

  “Open wider, please. Good. Now bite down.”

  Paula grunted in surprise as she realized that the ring was behind her front teeth and prevented her jaws from closing fully. He then buckled the strap that pulled the harness firmly against her lips, then tightened the others that passed on each side of her nose and then over her head, she found she no longer had any choice but to keep biting down on the reinforced neck of her new gag.

  She squinted downwards while he screwed a flexible rubber tube to the centre of the harness and watched nervously as he checked the connection and smiled down at her, then pressed a second button.

  The rubber bladder in her mouth inflated instantly and before she had time to draw breath, it had filled every inch of space, pinning her tongue flat.

  Nostrils flaring, she sucked in a whistling breath and gave a nasal whine, her eyes wide as she heard the low, barely audible protest that was the full extent of her ability to express her anxiety.

  Professor Goss chuckled in satisfaction, “Well, that certainly works effectively, Paula. Just a few more minutes and you’ll be ready to begin.”

  He moved behind her, out of her range of vision and when he opened the zip between her buttocks and she felt his finger smearing some sort of cold, slippery gel around the tiny puckered rosette of her anal passage, his intentions became horrifyingly clear.

  Scarlet with embarrassment, she whined shrilly and clenched the muscles of her bottom, determined to prevent him inflicting such humiliation on her…but he had anticipated her reaction and that was why her knees were not strapped together.

  Using his greater strength, he levered her legs apart and wedged his hip into the gap, keeping her thighs partially-spread and giving him the access he needed to permit him to insert a slightly thinner, pear-shaped version of the vibrator that filled her sex, into the tight channel of her bottom.

  Paula wailed into her inflated gag as the device stretched her, then gasped as her anal muscle contracted around the base of the pear, the automatic reflex holding the vibrator inside her with no need for any other securing method.

  For several minutes, she fought to expel the unwanted intruder from her body, but with no success and as she was reluctantly forced to accept its presence, she felt Professor Goss close the zip of her suit.

  He was not finished preparing her, however and she gasped in alarm when the zips at her breasts were slid back and she felt him slip rubber cups over her delicate buds.

  Apart from one slip during her very first day of “testing” Professor Goss had steadfastly confined his attentions to her sex, with the result that Paula had virtually forgotten how sensitive her nipples actually were to direct stimulation – until his actions reminded her.

  He walked to the control panel in front of her and sat down, “Well now, Paula, are you ready for the next stage of our experiment?” he asked, as if she had a choice, then grinned and shook his head, “Oh, the Hell with it. We both know we’ve moved beyond that, don’t we? Let’s face it, I know you love all this as much as I do, so why don’t we just stop pretending and enjoy ourselves. Have fun, Paula. I know I will,” and his fingers danced across the control panel flicking switches and pressing a series of buttons.

  Then he sat back to savor the fruits of all his hard work as his machine began to reduce Paula to an exploding, shuddering package of orgasmic subjugation.

  Professor Goss’s frank admission that he no longer cared about the experiment and was simply having fun, went a long way towards easing Paula’s fears and concerns about her own deep-rooted desire to be totally dominated by him and the intense physical and sexual pleasure she received by being bound and forced to climax.

  If he liked it so much, there was no reason for her to feel guilt and shame about submitting so completely and willingly.

  It was just a game…a thrilling, sexy, deliciously satisfying game…played out between two mature and consenting adults for their mutual enjoyment. And if one of those adults couldn’t help wishing that it was more than a game and liked to imagine that she was a real captive…well, where was the harm in that? Especially since she had no choice whatsoever…

  Until Professor Goss inserted the second device, Paula had never considered her rear channel as an erogenous zone, but when the shaft penetrated her and sank deep into her bottom, the humiliation that she felt quickly changed to a surprising degree of arousal and a sensation of fullness that she found very pleasurable.

  Sucking in deep breaths through her nostrils, she gazed at Professor Goss in wide-eyed supplication, wishing she could tell him how much she wanted him and that there was no need for him to keep her bound and strapped to his amazing machines in order to enforce her obedience and extract her total submission to his delicious dominance.

  If only he would let her, she would give him anything he wanted freely and willingly, to repay him for the incredible sexual ecstasy he had imposed upon her and for revealing to her a whole new world of stunning adventures and pleasures that she would never have dared to imagine, let alone experience, if he had not taken control.

  In fact…and Paula’s breathing quickened at the thought of it…for him, she would even consider becoming a slave of her own free will, if only he would ask her…

  Almost as if waiting for that very moment of self-awareness, she felt a strange, frighteningly-erotic sensation of powerful suction at her breasts as the vacuum created by his machine sucked at her tender flesh like twin hungry mouths and in a matter of seconds
, her nipples stiffened to aching rigidity, throbbing in time with the racing of her heartbeat and sending waves of almost-painfully delicious arousal spreading through her breasts and down into her belly as the suction-cups tightened their grip and began a rhythmic pulsing.

  With a low, gag-muffled squeal, she strained against her bonds, knowing it was futile and all the more excited because of it.

  Professor Goss had bound her, gagged her, captured her breasts, penetrated and filled her body with his merciless vibrators to make her utterly his and as Paula felt her sex begin to quiver and ooze the hot juices that betrayed the power of her need, she abandoned any thought of resistance and surrendered to his machine, her mind filling with vivid images of bondage and subjugation and the incredibly exciting and overwhelmingly pleasurable torment and ecstasy that would be her life if he really did keep her as his permanent and willing slave.

  When the twin vibrators buried deep in the most delicate and sensitive recesses of her sex and bottom buzzed into frenetic life, Paula screamed into her inflated gag, quaking and shuddering to the enormous convulsions of a climax that released towering waves of scalding juices to flood into her belly as she came with all the mind-numbing fury and passion of the slave she imagined herself to be…and truly longed to be.

  Unable to turn or lower her head to conceal the truth written in her wide, blue eyes, she was forced to meet Professor Goss’s steady gaze and when he read the message of her irrevocable submission to the slavery he had imposed upon her and which allowed her no escape or denial of the fate to which her nature and her deepest, most intense desires condemned her, he gave a slow smile and nodded firmly.

  Paula trembled wildly as she saw his response, knowing instantly that he understood the change in her and would act upon it.

  Minutes before, she had thrilled at the thought of him asking her to become his slave…but his nod told her that the question would never now be asked.