Free Paula & Her Professor by Charles Graham Page B

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