Paula & Her Professor (3 page)

With a beaming smile lighting his face, he went to his garage and made a final check on his vehicle to ensure that all was ready for Paula’s transportation into captivity.

The strong leather straps hadn’t given a fraction and Paula lay exactly as before, her rubber-clad body arched in a hogtie, belly-down on the carpet.

Only the bead of sweat at the tip of her nose betrayed the effort she had put in to try to escape her bonds…and the expression of miserable resignation in her eyes was confirmation of her complete lack of success.

Professor Goss would have been extremely surprised and disappointed if she had managed to get free, because he had done a great deal of research to find the most secure and reliable bondage equipment he could and then insisted on several demonstrations and practice-runs before he had handed over his money.

That attention to detail had paid dividends and as he gazed down at her, he was satisfied that she was not going to be able to wriggle out of the restraints he had placed on her, no matter how hard she tried.

He bent down to gaze into her blue eyes, “Time to go, Paula,” he said and ignoring the muffled whimpers that greeted his words, slid his hands under her and lifted her with an ease that surprised her.

Cradled in a pair of arms that were much stronger and more muscular than she would have guessed, she was carried from the room and into the garage where his large and powerful, four-wheel drive truck stood waiting with the doors open.

With a grunt of effort, he lifted her into the cab and laid her across the passenger seat on her left side, then closed her door and got into the driver’s seat, “It’ll be a couple of hours,” he told her, “so just relax and leave the driving to me. Not that you’ve got all that much choice.”

The garage door rolled up to admit a flood of golden afternoon sunshine and as the truck moved forward, Paula shuddered in humiliation at the realization that anyone glancing into the cab could not fail to see her.

Even in her rubber suit and tied up with a gag stretching her lips, she was still perfectly recognizable and as she imagined one of her student colleagues or a member of the teaching staff flagging-down Professor Goss for a chat and accidentally discovering her in bondage, her face burned with shame and despair at the unwanted and unlooked-for heat that swirled through her belly and stiffened her nipples at the appalling prospect of being found in such an embarrassing and decidedly compromising position.

Thankfully, it didn’t happen and even though her situation was basically unchanged, it was still a considerable relief to her when the campus was left behind and they were on the open road.

But only for the first hour or so...

Professor Goss turned left off the main highway, onto a much narrower, rather bumpy country road and after a short distance, pulled the truck off onto the verge and braked to a halt in the dappled shadow of a clump of trees.

He turned off the engine and swiveled in his seat to smile down at her, “Only another fifteen miles to go, Paula,” he told her casually, “so, from here on in, you travel outside.”

Paula had no idea what he was talking about and from her position lying across the passenger seat, couldn’t see what he was doing as he climbed out of the cab, took something from the open bed of the truck behind her and fitted it to the massive front fender.

When he had finished and lifted her out of the vehicle, she still couldn’t guess what he had in mind and it was only when he explained the purpose of the inverted steel “T” bolted to the front, that she realized what he intended.

The cross-piece at the bottom of the “T” was a thick pad of rubber over a steel plate, while the upright bore a number of bright red webbing straps with large buckles and as Paula learned that she was to be bound and displayed on the front of his truck like some sort of outsize living mascot, her eyes bulged in shocked outrage.

She shook her head furiously, squealing her adamant refusal to be exhibited so shamefully, but as Professor Goss lifted her and positioned her so that her knees rested on the rubber pad, then used his shoulder to hold her in place as he buckled the straps around her thighs and hips, waist and torso above and below her breasts, Paula found that her gag-muffled objections, no matter how vehement, carried very little weight with her ingenious “kidnapper”.

With each strap carefully tightened to ensure that there was no danger of her slipping from her novel perch, Professor Goss stood back to admire his handiwork and drink in the erotic spectacle of Paula’s tightly-cinched body, each strap indenting her rubber-clad form as evidence of the security of her bondage.

Above the red ball-gag sealing her lips, her eyes gazed beseechingly at him while he double-checked her bonds and he gave a slow nod, confident that she was beginning to understand how truly helpless and utterly dependent on him she had become.

He reached out a hand and hid his smile as alarm flashed into her eyes and her body tensed when he slid back each of the zips at her breasts, exposing the taut, firm globes.

Her eyes flickered downwards, then back up to his face and he saw her throat work as she gulped to the knowledge of how easily he could take advantage of her defenselessness to caress her breasts, whether she willed it or not.

“Very nice,” he said casually, suppressing his natural desire to do exactly that as she obviously expected him to, then he simply patted her gagged cheek, got back into the truck and drove on.

Paula couldn’t believe it.

From the first moment of her arrival at Professor Goss’s home, she had been constantly aware of a simmering sexual tension between herself and him.

A tension that had ignited a surprising, but undeniably delicious warmth between her thighs and which she had been almost certain that he shared despite his apparently aloof and distant manner.

His reaction to seeing her in her rubber suit had strengthened her view and when she had allowed him to bind her arms, she had actually found herself wondering whether the whole “experiment” thing was just a ploy to get her into his bed…and realizing that she wouldn’t have minded too much if it had been.

The gag and hogtie had put an end to that thought, but even when he loaded her into his truck and drove her away, she had still retained hopes that he was just playing some sort of kinky sex-game with her and would drive around for a while, then take her back to his house and his bed.

She didn’t think that anymore, because nobody, no matter how kinky or sexually adventurous, would drive around in public with a rubber-clad, half-naked, bound and gagged woman strapped to the front of his truck. Not unless he wanted to be arrested and have his name splattered all over the front pages of every newspaper in the country.

Professor Goss had to be playing a game with her…but it was a game whose rules only he understood and when the truck began to move and Paula felt her naked breasts jiggle up and down and from side-to-side as he drove slowly along the poorly-surfaced road, she whimpered in horrified shame, dreading the appearance of another car and the unbearable embarrassment she would inevitably be subjected to, if and when one came along.

The fifteen mile drive took forty-five minutes…the longest forty-five minutes of Paula’s life…and she spent every second in a state of tormented anticipation, dreadful humiliation…and shockingly-intense sexual excitement.

For she found, to her helpless despair, that the unavoidable jiggling of her breasts and the movement of warm air across her exposed nipples created a constantly-changing stimulus that caused her breasts to swell and her delicate pink buds to turn a light chocolate-brown as they engorged to aching hardness and transmitted electrifying jolts of devastating arousal through her body and down into her sex at every bump in the road.

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.