Free Paula & Her Professor by Charles Graham Page A

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,