Her slavery…her complete, permanent and unquestioning submission to his absolute authority over her…would not become her living, breathing reality because of his request, but because of her own overpowering needs and desire to be dominated and controlled by him.
Because, for him, she could be nothing else and wanted nothing else but to serve him and please him
Because she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her whole life…wanted him and needed him and ached for him so much that she knew there could never be anyone but him for her for the rest of her days.
Above all, because in her heart, she accepted that she was already his slave and could not bear to contemplate returning to her dull, boring, safe life without him.
The last feeble sparks of her resistance flickered and sputtered to extinction under the foaming billows of heated juices that raged through her belly as Paula climaxed helplessly to the devastating knowledge that her freedom and independence were at an end and while Professor Goss’s machines drove her sexual arousal far beyond even her previous experience, her body responded with ever-increasing speed and power.
Screaming her fervent submission into her gag, Paula’s breasts and belly and buttocks jerked and juddered erotically, the tight webbing straps creaking under the strain of her maddened gyrations as climax after climax tore through her, each chasing and overtaking the one before until she gasped and writhed and arched in stupendous continuous orgasms and the juices of her multiple submissions poured in hot streams from her palpitating sex.
Incapable of holding back for even an instant, she surrendered utterly, to the very bottom of her soul and as the awesome, unimaginable depth and extent of a true slave’s endless passion was branded into her reeling brain, Paula shrieked in horrified ecstasy, recognizing in her own almost unbearable rapture, the final proof of her ultimate transformation.
Whatever she had been, or might have been, she knew with absolute clarity that she had become a full slave and when still another gigantic orgasm erupted through her immobilized body, she whimpered in joy and despair and blazing need as her belly convulsed wildly to confirm her helpless subjugation and the inextinguishable fire of slave-heat that burned with undiminished ferocity deep within her.
For hours…or perhaps only minutes…Paula was lost in a timeless limbo of extreme sexual torment and limitless pleasure, each reinforcing the other and feeding on her instant and absolute submission to the ruthless, unstoppable arousal forced on her by Professor Goss’s tireless machines.
Until, at last, simple physical exhaustion took its toll and her frantic responses began to weaken.
Noting her distress, Professor Goss reduced the level of her arousal to a minimum and after allowing her a few minutes to recover somewhat, deflated her gag, eased it from her mouth and offered her a glass of water.
Instead of accepting it however, Paula immediately begged Professor Goss to take pity on her and end the experiment…and when her plea was met with an uncompromising refusal, she offered him her body, promising him anything he wanted in return for even a brief respite from the merciless vibrators.
When he rejected even that ultimate proof of her desperation and unbearable need, Paula cracked.
“Please, Professor,” she squealed shrilly, “Make me your slave. I beg to serve you as a slave and please you with my body. Take me and make me submit as your slave forever.”
The words simply spilled from her lips with no conscious thought on her part, rising from the furthest recesses of her brain before she could stop them…but once spoken, they could never be recalled.
Instantly, Professor Goss’s eyes narrowed with an icy glint and as Paula realized that he would never accept that her plea had been an accident, her eyes grew round with shock and apprehension
She had to try though and when he put down the glass and lifted the gag instead, she moaned, “No. Oh please, no. I-I didn’t m-mean to say that. R-really I didn’t.”
With a chilling smile, he raised the gag to her lips, “Ah, but I think you did, Paula,” he retorted firmly. “I think you have finally understood and accepted what you are and what you have no choice but to be. So, open your mouth, my dear, and show me what a delightfully obedient little slave you have become and will continue to be.”
A powerful shudder set Paula’s body trembling, “But I can’t…can’t be a real…real…sl-slave,” she whispered weakly, “It’s not…possible.”
Professor Goss reached out his free hand and as the backs of his fingers brushed lightly across the dangling mound of her right breast, tipped with the hard, pointed button of her rigid nipple in its rubber vacuum-cup, she gave a breathy squeal and her belly rippled helplessly to the fierce blaze of arousal his casual touch ignited.
“On the contrary, Paula,” he corrected her, “for you, it is not only possible, but highly desirable and even inevitable, wouldn’t you say?”
His question…if it was a question… hung in the air between them for what seemed to Paula to be an eternity as his hand continued to caress her until the deliciously frustrating arousal became too much for her.
“Yes,” she gasped at last, her voice shaking with emotion as she accepted his assessment. “Yes, yes, yes. You’re right, I-I can be your slave, Professor. And I w-will be if that’s what you w-want. I’ll be your slave and…and obey you and do whatever you tell me if you just take me. Please, Professor, I-I need you and want you so much.”
He nodded gravely, “Very well, Paula. But if you are to be my slave, I shall expect you to obey my instructions to the letter. And I believe my last instruction was for you to open your mouth.”
Her lips quivered on the brink of voicing a protest, then with a visible effort she held back and allowed her mouth to open, hoping that her obedience would please him and soften his iron determination.
With the gag buckled in place, she was again silenced and when he moved back to the control panel, her eyes bulged in disbelieving horror as she realized that he was not only not going to free her and make love to her, but intended to continue her torment.
He paused with his finger hovering over the buttons and smiled gently. “I’m afraid you’ve caught me on the hop, Paula,” he told her. “Your rather sudden...ah...conversion from my student to my...um...well, slave as you now are, came a little more quickly than I had hoped and indeed, expected. Needless to say, I am more than happy with your decision, of course, but it does mean that I need to advance some of my preparations. It will take me some time, but, after all, owning a slave is a considerable responsibility and requires a good deal of thought on my part, as I am sure you understand. I’ll be back to collect you when I’ve had a little time to digest our new…ah…relationship. But in the meantime…”
His finger descended and Paula moaned in anguished dismay, her body instantly aflame as the vibrators resumed their irresistible stimulation and her arousal spiraled rapidly upwards.
Professor Goss watched her intently, his dark eyes fixed on her face until she succumbed to the inevitable climax imposed on her by his machine, then rose to his feet and smiled down into her desperate gaze, “Did you know that I’ve wanted you ever since you enrolled, Paula?” he asked softly. “I’ve spent a whole year thinking about you and how it would feel to take you. But until we had our little disagreement, I never really believed that I’d ever have the opportunity to find out for certain. I believe it now, though, because now we both know that you’re naturally submissive and have a deep desire…a need…to become a true slave just as I have an equally strong desire to dominate you and make you my slave.”
He shrugged. “So it would seem that I don’t have much choice, do I?” he said, then grinned. “And you, as my slave, don’t have any and won’t have any. Not now and not ever, so I suggest you get used to the idea. You begged to be my slave and I intend to hold you to that. All the way, slave, every last step of it.”
He held Paula’s eyes with his own until she dropped hers in submission, then added, “
I mean exactly what I say, slave. Think about that until I return.” As she swallowed nervously, he strode away.
Alone and at the mercy of his tireless machines, Paula squirmed in her bonds as she struggled to come to terms with Professor Goss’s astonishing revelation that he had had feelings for her ever since her first day on campus. She had never had the slightest inkling of how he felt about her, but now that she knew, it made a lot of things crystal clear. Her suspicions had been right all along. Professor Goss had indeed had an ulterior motive for suggesting his “experiment”.
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.
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