Paula & Her Professor

by Charles Graham

  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.

  Feeling his will-power draining away, he tried to keep his voice level, “You are now prepared for your final and permanent submission,” he told Paula. “You know what I wish you to do and your own obedience will make you the full and permanent slave that you must be. And when you are, I shall return to use you in whatever manner I choose.”

  With a jab of his finger, he switched his devices on and walked away without looking back, heading for a long, cold shower and knowing that if he stayed to watch, he would be unable to control his own raging urges.

  When the zip at her belly was drawn back, Paula had assumed…hoped…that she was about to be taken by Professor Goss. Or if not, that at least her sex would be filled by a vibrator, as on the other occasions she had been bound to his incredible machines.

  The fact that she felt only a sharp stab of disappointment as she found that her body was not to be immediately and mercilessly invaded and pillaged by either, was proof of just how far along the road to total slavery Paula had travelled…as was the fact that it seemed perfectly natural and right for her to have no choice as to when, or how, or even whether, she was to be taken by Professor Goss.

  As his slave, she must simply submit to his will.

  When he walked away and left her to the pitiless demands of his machines, she knew she would.

  With a soft hiss, the piston of the hydraulic ram retracted, then extended smoothly, its attached rubber shaft gliding several inches back and forth in Paula’s mouth, but always remaining within the tight “O” of her lips as it simulated the oral sex that Professor Goss had decreed that she must learn and practice.

  In perfect, computerized synchrony, the rubber prongs around her clitoris began to vibrate gently, while the base-unit oscillated at a slightly higher frequency.

  For several minutes, Paula waited passively for the vibrations to accelerate and drive her into the ecstasy of a slave-orgasm, as they had so many times before, but to her confusion and frustration they remained at the same low pitch and far too slow to do more than keep her need simmering. She wanted to come, but could not and as the rubber shaft continued to pump to and fro in her mouth, she grunted in irritation, remembering that Professor Goss wanted her to practice.

  Reluctantly, not really concentrating, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

  Instantly, powerful, uneven vibrations surged through her clitoris and the rubber prongs tightened their grip to a level that magnified the sensations enormously and made Paula gasp as her delicate flesh was squeezed hard enough to make her wince.

  Three seconds, then the pressure on her clitoris eased and the vibrations reduced to their former slow pace

  Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked at the rubber shaft a second time and was immediately rewarded with three seconds of delicious arousal…and just enough pain to intensify her desire to be subjugated and controlled.

  At that moment, Paula realized what Professor Goss intended.

  He had somehow linked the shaft in her mouth with the device strapped to her belly and programmed them in such a way that in order for her to receive the stimulation she craved, she would have to overcome her own inhibitions and dislike of oral sex.

  To reach a climax, she would be forced to accept the humiliation of sucking continuously on the rod as if she was pleasuring his living flesh, rather than an inanimate, unfeeling device of wire and rubber and electronic circuitry. In doing so, she would not only reinforce her submission as a slave, but torment herself with the self-imposed pain that her obedience would inevita
bly inflict on her imprisoned clitoris as her efforts to bring her sexual arousal to the point of orgasmic surrender, activated the rubber prongs.

  Every three seconds of pleasure would have to paid for with a cruel squeeze to her clitoris and as Paula understood that the more excited she became, the more she would punish herself…and that the punishment would only add to her passion and drive her to ever-greater efforts to make herself come…her belly kicked violently to a savage burst of heat.

  She was to be trained to take the entire length of Professor Goss’s fully-erect masculinity into her mouth to provide him with his favorite sexual service…and conditioned to associate the act with her own sexual pleasure and complete submission.

  Paula knew all about conditioning. Much of her course of study had involved the study of the methods, causes and effects of physical, mental, social and environmental conditioning on individuals. She had read about it, studied it and even written papers about it...but had never actually experienced it on a personal, intimate level until Professor Goss had bound her and forced her to confront her own deep and unsuspected desire for bondage, subjugation and sexual servitude.

  That conditioning had changed her forever and she knew it. Conditioning an unwilling, resistant subject could take months…but Paula was neither unwilling, nor resistant to becoming Professor Goss’s slave.

  In the days and weeks since surrendering herself to him and his incredible machines, it had become her strongest, most fervent desire and with a shiver of thrilling anticipation, she sucked deeply at the shaft filling her mouth.

  With the normal, civilized constraints of modesty and self-control voluntarily abandoned, Paula’s body and mind were free to respond more powerfully than ever before and as irresistible arousal and delicious pain combined to wreak utter havoc in her swirling belly, she surrendered willingly, joyfully and irrevocably to the sexual torment and ecstasy of the new life she had chosen for herself.

  A first huge climax overwhelmed her less than a minute afterwards, but even as the wrenching spasms tore through her and a flood of hot juices erupted into her belly, she continued to suck obediently at the shaft, building on the intensity of her surrender to force her own passions higher still in an attempt to satisfy the blazing need that her conscious decision to subjugate herself had ignited in her body and mind.

  Professor Goss had bound her as a slave, used his machines to arouse her as a slave, forced her to climax as a slave and even made her offer to be his slave…but Paula knew that only she could have chosen to become a slave.

  That choice she had made, understanding and accepting what it must mean.

  A second orgasm, even more powerful and devastating than the first, detonated into the churning maelstrom of her still-pounding belly and as she screamed in delirious welcome to the rapture of her pleasure and convulsed again and again in the uncontrollable, unstoppable climax of a full slave. Paula knew that she would never wish to be anything other than what she was.

  For over two hours, Professor Goss exerted every atom of self-control that he possessed in a battle to delay the moment when he would finally take Paula and make her his slave forever, but even his will-power had its limits and finally, he could hold back no longer.

  Leaping to his feet, he hurried towards the room where she waited, knowing that his careful plans for her were about to achieve his ultimate goal and that his long-held dreams of her willing submission to his dominance would soon become endlessly-pleasurable reality.

  Fourteen major orgasms and innumerable smaller mini-climaxes had taken Paula far beyond any limits, her body overwhelmed by the white-hot ferocity of the volcanic eruptions that spewed gouts of boiling juices into her seething belly as she came again and again in near-continuous multiple surrenders, her mind incapable of rational thought or any semblance of control over the shattering responses forced from her as the vibrator strapped over her clitoris drove her need and her passion to unbearable heights as she sucked dementedly at her gag and brought still more intense arousal and exquisite pain upon herself.

  Lost in a spinning, whirling vortex of sexual ecstasy and utter, unconditional submission, her juices trickling from her to pool on the floor beneath her vainly-flexing thighs, Paula had no idea that Professor Goss had returned until his massive, iron-hard maleness sank irresistibly into the gaping channel of her dripping sex.

  She climaxed hugely as he entered her, her body locked in a straining bow, hips arched upwards against the tight strap at her belly to offer herself as fully as possible to his invading shaft, her eyes wild with frantic lust as she screamed her passionate desire to be taken, to be mercilessly subjugated and used as his helpless slave. Then she climaxed again as he lunged to the pit of her seething belly, impaling her on his erect flesh and penetrating her until his pelvis ground against her pubic bone, trapping the still-buzzing vibrator between them.

  Wave upon wave of scalding juices showered into Paula’s convulsing belly, flooding over Professor Goss’s deeply buried shaft as she shuddered and pulsed in her gigantic double-orgasm, her internal muscles clamping his erection in a vice-like grip to draw him deeper into the innermost core of her body, the awesome power and depth of her immediate submission confirming beyond any shadow of doubt that Paula was indeed, a true slave.

  His hands gripped her clenched buttocks and as he began to take her with hard, fast thrusts of his bulging shaft, Paula shuddered in helpless ecstasy, able only to accept the ruthless pillaging of her steel-fettered body as Professor Goss unleashed all the pent-up frustrations and lusts of his weeks of abstinence.

  After so long a period of self-denial, his raging need could not be long denied and when he reached his peak and his maleness pulsed to send powerful jets of his hot spend hosing into her belly, Paula gave a shrill, keening wail and a third immense orgasm burst over her to set the seal on her final and irreversible submission. Her whole body juddered galvanically to each throbbing spasm of his release and as his seed mixed with her flooding juices in the boiling cauldron of her belly, he groaned in overwhelming pleasure as the liquid heat of her climax surrounded him and the uncontrollable contractions of her passion massaged his jerking shaft.

  It was the triumphant culmination of all his hopes and dreams and plans and with his body locked to hers, Professor Goss reveled in the exquisite sight and sound and feeling of Paula’s every convulsion as she came, knowing that her sexual ecstasy and absolute, unreserved surrender was that of a full and willing slave.

  His slave.

  The “tests” she had undergone had clearly achieved the desired result of conditioning her to accept and enjoy and genuinely desire the strict bondage and subjugation he had imposed upon her and after it had become obvious to him that she possessed a markedly submissive side to her nature and was sexually aroused by being dominated and controlled when she was helpless to resist, it had only been a short step from there to enforcing her permanent slavery.

  Without either of them knowing it beforehand, Paula had turned out to be the ideal choice of subject for the “experiment”…and now all that remained was to begin the training that would make her the perfect slave that he was determined she would become.

  When she felt Professor Goss slip from her roiling belly, Paula gave a soft moan of loss and when he walked around to smile down at her, she gazed humbly upwards, her eyes filled with a longing she couldn’t conceal.

  He had used her as a slave, ravaged her body without mercy, taken her with almost-brutal masculine power and given her no choice but to submit completely to his dominant authority.

  Paula knew she had responded as a slave, her orgasms deeper and fiercer and more intensely satisfying than she had believed possible.

  When he smiled calmly into her eyes, she felt her belly quiver with instantly-renewed heat and realized that she still wanted more and if she could, would beg without hesitation to be taken again. Then it dawned on her that there was another way to tell him of her desire for him and demonstrate the extent of her o
bedience and submission.

  Holding his eyes with her own, Paula hollowed her cheeks and sucked deliberately on the shaft in her mouth…and as immediate arousal and cruelly-sweet pain jolted through her clitoris, Professor Goss nodded in understanding, “Very good, slave. Now, continue until I order you to stop.”

  Shivering in alarm and excitement as the brusque command reinforced her need and sense of submission, Paula sucked at the shaft and felt her belly swirl with heat as she obeyed and confirmed his power over her and the depth of her own desire to be dominated.

  The knowledge that she was obeying as a slave and that Professor Goss would interpret her acceptance of his orders as carte blanche to extend and intensify his control over her, added a thrilling spice of danger to Paula’s view of her situation, because although she loved and wanted the delicious subjugation he had and was still imposing upon her, she understood perfectly clearly that their relationship had progressed to a new and much higher level.

  She was no longer his student and partner, albeit junior, in a scientific experiment.

  She was the experiment…and its undeniable success could be measured by the depth of her sexual passion and the fact that she had become his willing and obedient slave.

  However, like all scientists, Professor Goss demanded solid, incontrovertible proof that his experiment was truly as successful as it appeared…and that proof could only be provided by Paula herself.

  Brought to fever-pitch by the relentless vibrator arousing and tormenting her clitoris, Paula whimpered in anguished frustration as Professor Goss turned his machine off, leaving her just a few moments short of the orgasm that towered like a mountain over her, needing only a little more to send it avalanching into her quivering belly.

  Impervious to her pleading eyes and soft moans, he stared down at her. “You are my slave,” he told her flatly, “your body belongs to me and has served me well. Now, it is time for your mouth to do the same and you will obey and satisfy me as the full slave you are.”