The Price of Innocence

The Price of Innocence

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

She stretched herself under the bed covers and then curled up, hugging a fluffy pillow to her body as the morning sun streamed through the window.  She sighed happily and smiled.  Life was good.  She couldn’t imagine being any happier.

It had been a month since she was married and she felt very fulfilled.  At twenty two, Innocence was living life beyond any of her dreams.  Everything was perfect.

Her husband, Richard, was twice her age at forty five.  But she was not a gold digger.  Richard was well off but not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination.  And she was sure that he did not view her as a trophy wife.  Their relationship might not have been normal by most standards of marriage, but it was firmly grounded in love.

The romance caught them both by surprise.  He was a professor at the university where she was a student.  For the last two years, she had been his teaching assistant, helping to grade papers and occasionally assisting him in the classroom.

His wife had died three years earlier, leaving him broken-hearted.  But he had a daughter to raise so he couldn’t allow himself to wallow in self pity.  Plus he had responsibilities at the university.

Neither of them was looking for a mate at the time.  They worked together well and, for the first year, maintained a purely professional relationship.  For that year, her duties consisted of grading tests and papers and proofreading the many articles that he submitted to journals.  Innocence was amazed at how brilliant he was.

In their second year of working together, he asked her to help out in the classroom.  He was a psychology professor and he needed a model for his “Deviant Sexual Behaviors” class.  She immediately jumped at the opportunity.  She wanted to become a professor someday too and she thought that this would be good experience for her.  It wasn’t until she got back to the dorm later that day that she wondered about her decision.  What does a model in that kind of class have to do?  She found out soon enough.

“Between consenting adults,” Richard started the first class of the semester, “there is no such thing as deviance.  It only becomes deviant behavior when people who have not consented, or who are not able to legally consent such as minors, are exposed to it.  This class will expose you to new, and sometimes shocking, experiences.  You are all free to transfer to another course if you believe that your sensibilities will be offended.  If you decide to stay, you must sign the consent forms and turn them in at the end of class.”  Innocence collected them as the students filed out at the end of the fifty minutes.

“For the next two weeks,” he started the next lecture, “we will be exploring bondage.  This is probably the most widespread of kinky behaviors, although even most participants in it will deny it because of societal norms.  Notice that I used the word kinky instead of deviant.  Remember that it is only deviant if there is a lack of consent.”

“Throughout this semester, my TA will be helping with the demonstrations.  Cency, will you come up here?”

Cency was the only nickname that Innocence tolerated.  Many people had tried to dub her Inny only to be met with a wilting glare.  She was not a bellybutton, she told them caustically.  If you wanted to talk to her, you would use either Innocence or Cency.

Innocence went to the front of the room and stood beside the professor.  “Let’s have a round of applause for my lovely assistant.”  Innocence blushed at the attention as the students clapped.  There were even a few wolf whistles.

Innocence was indeed lovely.  She was five feet four inches with blonde hair that hung to the middle of her back.  When she was on campus, she always wore it in a ponytail.  Her face was gorgeous and she was frequently offered modeling jobs.  Her chest was thirty six inches with generous C cup breasts.  She had a twenty two inch waist and thirty five inch hips.  Many people thought her legs were her best feature although they were covered today by the slacks she was wearing.  Actually, there was a raging debate among people who knew her about what her best features were.  Some chose legs.  Others selected her face.  Her ass was a popular choice.  And a large percentage thought her breasts defined the feminine ideal.

“We’ll start light,” Richard continued.  “I will put Cency in a relatively simple bondage.  Then she will circulate around the room to allow everyone to get a closer look.  For the rest of the class, you are to write an essay on what you think it is that fascinates people with bondage.”

He moved behind Innocence and gathered her wrists together.  Then with two loud clicks, he locked the cuffs on her.  “You know what to do, Cency.”

“Yes, Dr. Blackwell,” she replied.

Innocence spent the rest of the period slowly walking up one row of desks and down the next.  She paused frequently to allow the students to view her wrists more clearly.

For some reason that she did not understand, she felt little thrills rushing through her body.  She felt tingly all over and could tell that her panties were becoming damp with arousal.  That’s odd, she thought.  Why would I react that way?  Then she blushed furiously as she glanced down and saw that her nipples had stiffened and were now visibly poking her polo shirt outward.  She would have to select her wardrobe more carefully in the future.

That evening, she graded the papers.  Actually, it was up to the professor to assign grades but she helped.  They had worked out a system in their prior year.  She would circle any spelling or grammar errors and anything that was factually incorrect.  Then she would write notes and a recommendation for the grade on a sticky note which she would attach to the paper.  Most of the time, the professor would just assign the grade that she had proposed.

She started grading them in the professor’s office where he had assigned a desk to her.  But as she started reading this batch, she started getting overheated by what she read.  She knew that her arousal would eventually become evident and that was too embarrassing to even think about.  So she excused herself and took the papers back to the dorm.

The things that people wrote were amazing.  One talked about the fantasy of slavery.  Another talked about helplessness.  Several talked about control over another person.  Several of the essays were even about her.  “Beautiful blondes should always be bound.  It enhances their natural beauty.”

One person even talked about her nipples.  “Bondage is a game that can be enjoyed by both parties.  The dominant partner is aroused by placing the other in helpless or confining situations.  The submissive partner is aroused by being controlled or restrained.  It was obvious by Innocence’s nipples today that she is a natural submissive.”

Despite the embarrassment that she felt as she read the essays, Innocence became very aroused.  Her hand was shaking as she scribbled her notes on the sticky little note cards.  She finally had to set the papers aside and masturbate to calm her nerves.  She was surprised at how powerful her orgasm was.  Finally she finished the stack and, when she looked back through them, she realized that she had given everyone an A.

In the next class, the demonstration was brief.  And thankfully, there was no essay to grade coming out of that class.  Her bondage consisted of heavy steel shackles that circled her wrists and ankles.  Her ankles were connected together with a heavy iron chain.  Around her neck was a heavy steel collar and her wrist shackles were connected to that.  Then the professor continued the lecture by talking about the symbolism and practical aspects of collars.  Innocence remained shackled and collared as she stood beside the lectern through out the rest of the class.

“Yes, you might compare it to jewelry,” said Professor Blackwell at the next class in response to a student’s observation.  In this class, Richard was demonstrating bondage techniques that did nothing to restrain or limit a person.  He had instructed Innocence to wear shorts and he had started by applying a wide metal band around her upper thigh.  It did not hobble her or restrict her in any way.  In fact, it served no apparent purpose at all.  But several of the students commented on how erotic it looked on her.  One had even said that this form of bondage was almost like jewelry in that it could accent a body part and draw attention to it.

Cency had also been instructed to wear a polo shirt with no bra.  She complied but she was skeptical and a bit concerned.  She knew that her nipples were likely to start acting as if they had minds of their own again.  Richard’s next actions revealed why he wanted her braless.

“Let’s explore another form of bondage as art,” he said to the class.  “Cency, please hold your arms out to your sides.”

Again, Innocence complied and then watched in horror as the professor started wrapping rope across her chest.  A cord went above her breasts.  Another one went below.  Rope crisscrossed between her breasts and pulled the two cords together.  He kept wrapping her, occasionally brushing against her generous swells with the backs of his fingertips.  Again, she was mortified at the way her nipples were betraying her.  They were like little bullets beneath her shirt, poking outward and tenting the material.

In the end, her breasts were trapped in a latticework of rope, bulging outward.  “Does she look at all restrained?” the professor asked the class.  Nobody answered vocally but many heads were shaking.  And all eyes seemed to be focused on her bountiful and trapped breasts.

“Exactly,” the professor said.  “This type of bondage is purely for aesthetic purposes.  It is simply an intimate way for a dominant to amuse himself with a submissive.”

“We’ll have one more demonstration and then you will write your next essay.  I want you to comment on each of the three decorative bindings and to come up with a fourth.  I want you to be as descriptive as possible.  I want to know what it is, how it is done, and what the aesthetic benefits are.”

The last demonstration was even more horrifying and humiliating that the one that preceded it.  Again, her breasts were the subject of the bondage and again rope was used.  But this time, the rope was wound around the base of each breast in a way that squeezed them and compressed them at the base.  Richard was no longer merely brushing against her breasts at this point.  In order to get the rope in the right places, he was actually grasping them and tugging this way and that.  Innocence was blushing furiously at this point.

“This would be so much more effective without the shirt,” he whispered to her.  She looked at him with wild-eyed terror at his words.  “Don’t worry.  You won’t be displayed yet.”

This bondage actually got applause from the class.  Even the girls were clapping.  Innocence looked down and thought she would die of embarrassment at what she saw.  Her breasts looked like two large grapefruits that had been glued to her chest.  And her nipples were desperately trying to escape from her shirt.  That night, she had to masturbate twice as she read and graded the papers.

“This will be our last class on bondage,” the professor said to the class a week later.  “You will have a test on Thursday.  And then next week we’ll start on the history of sexual deviance.  We’ll explore the Greeks and Romans and up to the period of the Inquisition.  Cency will be rejoining us after the history lessons.  But for now, we have one last form of bondage to investigate.  Today, we’ll add a bit of discomfort.  We’ll start with the single sleeve which is frequently referred to as an arm binder.  And again, my lovely assistant will help with the demonstration.

Richard held up what looked like a long leather tube with straps dangling from it.  He positioned Cency so that everyone would be able to observe him as he worked the sleeve onto her.

Innocence had worn a bulky sweater today, not because it was cold but because she wanted to keep her nipples from exposing her reactions to the bondage.  The sweater should keep them hidden even if they did misbehave again.  Richard struggled with the bondage gear for several minutes but the sweater kept bunching up and impeding his progress.  Finally he stopped.

“You’ll need to take off your sweater, Cency,” he said matter of factly.

Innocence gasped.  “What?!?!?!?”

“Relax,” he said.  “You have a bra on, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she replied.

“Then it will be just like wearing a bikini.  In fact, it will be more modest than most bikinis.”  Then he waited for her to remove her sweater.

She pleaded with her eyes but it was clear that he expected her to take off the sweater.  He did not look cross or impatient.  In fact, if anything, he gave her a look of encouragement.  Eventually she nodded in resignation and reached down, lifting the hem of the bulky sweater and pulling it over her head.

Once again, the class broke into applause as flesh was exposed.  Her bra was pink with a touch of lace at the top but it was not sexy in her mind.  It was just a utilitarian garment.  And the professor was right, she realized.  Her bikinis were much more revealing.  But despite that realization, she was blushing furiously.  She was not used to exposing any parts of herself unless she was on a beach or modeling for someone.

Richard went back to work.  The leather sleeve slid up her slender arms easily this time.  Straps fit over her shoulders and he buckled them together.  Then he started tightening the laces by beginning at the bottom.

Her hands were encased in what could only be described as a single mitten.  She felt him tightening the laces and the sleeve became more and more snug.  He worked his way up her forearms and she felt her elbows being forced closer and closer together.  He tugged hard on the laces as he worked at her elbows and she felt them touch.  She groaned as this pulled her shoulders back, placing strain on them.  He continued his way until he got to the top but the additional lacing did not seem to increase the strain much.

He eventually finished his work and slowly turned her so that all of the class could see his handiwork.  “How does it feel, Cency?”

“Uncomfortable,” she replied.  “It feels like my shoulders are being bent in two.”  She also felt that her panties were damp and wondered how that happened.  She truly did not understand why her body reacted the way it was reacting.

“It does great things to her chest, though,” called out one of the boys.  Several of the girls giggled and nodded in agreement.

Innocence looked down and gasped at what she saw.  Her breasts were thrust outward almost as an offering.  She was all breast, she thought.  And those damnable nipples were prominently tenting out her bra.  She shuddered as her orgasm struck her and overwhelmed her.  She closed her eyes and groaned at the humiliation she felt.  She wished that the earth would swallow her up.

Chapter 2

Innocence stretched her body in bed again.  She was in no hurry to get up.  Richard had already left for work and there was nothing that needed her immediate attention.  She kicked off the sheet and then stretched her limbs to the four corners of the bed, leaving her unbound but in a spread eagle position and naked.

The public orgasm in class that day had indeed been humiliating.  She remembered wishing she would die on the spot.  But it had also been the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

“I’m so sorry, Professor,” she blurted once they got back to his office after the class was finished.  “I didn’t try to do that.  It just happened.  I’m so embarrassed.”  She hung her head in shame.

Richard stepped up to her and lifted her chin with his finger.  Then he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.  “Why are you embarrassed, little one?  That was a precious gift that you gave to me.  It is something that I will always treasure.”

Her eyes were brimming with tears and she sniffled once.  He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  “You were simply beautiful.”

She leaned forward and buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.  He wrapped his arms around her, holding and comforting her until the sobbing died away and the tears dried up.  He caressed her back softly until she was ready to go on.

“As I said, Cency,” he said after she had composed herself.  “There is nothing to be ashamed of.  You are a priceless treasure.  You have the soul of a slave girl.  I have never met anyone who is so responsive.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good thing, Professor,” she replied.  “I never aspired to be a slave.”

“A submissive, then,” he corrected himself.  “There’s nothing wrong with gaining pleasure by giving someone else control.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at him.  Her eyes were clear now.  “Really?”

“Really,” he assured her.  “It’s perfectly natural.  You have a rare gift but it’s purely natural.  You can call yourself a submissive or a bottom or a slave.  The names do not matter.  But as I said, you have the soul of a slave girl.”

This time, when he spoke the words, he reached out and placed his hand on her left breast and held it there.  He did not caress or squeeze.  He just pressed lightly.  “Today in class, it was your slave heart reacting.”

Innocence stiffened slightly at the touch.  It was not that it was unwelcome.  In fact, it sent another thrill through her body.  But it was surprising.  She resisted the urge to look down and see how her nipples were responding.  She could already feel them stiffening and figured they were displaying themselves in spite of the bulky sweater that she wore.

He saw her reaction but did not move his hand.  One reason was that he liked what he felt.  Innocence did not have huge breasts but they were ample and even looked generous on her slender frame.  He enjoyed them even more the time that he felt them when she was braless in class but even through the bra and heavy sweater, they felt divine.  The other reason that he left his hand there was to exert his control.

He was confident that she was naturally submissive.  He was naturally dominant.  He would move slowly but he intended to help her explore this newfound side of her personality.  At least he hoped to.

“My slave heart,” she whispered.  She made no move to back away or to reach up and remove his hand.  Instead, she lifted her eyes to his.  He smiled back at her.

“Yes, little one,” he nodded, “your slave heart.”  Then he sent her on her way.  Her head was spinning as she walked back to the dorm.  She was so confused.

She did not have a role in the next few classes but she attended them anyways.  She thought that she should be exposed to everything that the students were if she was going to properly grade papers and exams.

She had no idea that the Greeks were as kinky as they were.  The next class was dedicated to Greek deviant sexual behavior and she found herself blushing at the descriptions and at the images taken from friezes and pieces of pottery.

But the Greeks turned out to be amateurs compared to the Romans.  The early Italians were purely decadent, bordering on perverted.  The professor’s lecture was drawn from Roman literature and handwritten accounts and again was illustrated with images from the period.  She was especially amazed by the accounts of the orgy barges; floating palaces where every indulgence was allowed and no taboo went unexplored.

The lecture on the Inquisition described the darker side of sexual deviance and the professor again had images.  For this period, he also had artifacts displayed in the classroom.  An iron maiden stood beside the lectern and showed how a woman could be encased in the metal frame and tortured.  Something called a pear was held up and described.  When he turned the crank on one end of it, it would expand and he described how it would be put in a woman’s vagina and could be expanded until it eventually ruptured her.  Innocence shuddered at the thought of the brutality of that period.

“There are some modern day versions of some of the Inquisition’s developments,” he told the class.  “Today’s versions are not nearly as cruel and they are not intended to do damage but they are still used for some kinky play.”

“An example is this beauty,” he said as he held up what looked like a pair of pliers.  “These were fastened onto a woman’s nipples and tightened.  It was an easy way to gain a confession.  Today’s versions are much smaller and much less damaging.  But we will explore nipple clamps at another class.”

Throughout the two weeks of the history lessons, Cency’s head continued to spin.  She kept wondering if she truly did have a slave heart and what that meant about her.  She found that she was almost constantly aroused and she tried to understand that.  And she wondered what she should do about all of this.

Chapter 3

“Professor,” she started on day in his office.  “I’m truly confused.  You said that I have a slave heart.  But I don’t know what to do about it.  I don’t even know if it’s a good thing.”

Richard smiled at his beautiful assistant.  “It’s a very good thing, Cency.  At least it is if you explore it with someone you trust.  And once you find that person, you don’t have to do anything about it.  You simply surrender yourself to your slave heart.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding as if she understood, which she most certainly did not.

“You will find someone,” he added.  “And then you can learn more about yourself as you explore your feelings.”

“Oh,” she repeated.

“Cency, we are moving back into the practical demonstrations in class tomorrow.  You will be my model again.”  He paused, waiting to see her response.  He expected to see her tense and maybe even blush.  But instead, she just nodded.

“Yes, Professor.  What are we getting into next?”

“Modern day applications of the techniques of the Inquisition,” he replied.  “Some of their tools and innovations are utilized even today, although in a much tamer form.  I want to demonstrate some of them using you as the subject.”

“Yes, Professor,” she nodded.  “What should I wear?”

“Nothing,” he said.

She blinked at his response.  “Do you mean nothing in particular?”

“No,” he laughed.  “I mean nothing.  You will be nude for the next class.”

Innocence gasped at his words.  The blush that he had expected earlier finally arrived and her face turned crimson.  “Oh, are you sure you need that?  I’m not sure I can do that.  Oh, my!”

“It’s the only way, Cency,” he said.  “And I know you can do it.  You told me once that you have posed nude for some of the art classes.  Besides, it will be another way to explore your slave heart.”

“My slave heart,” she whispered.

“I should warn you,” Richard addressed the class the next day.  “There will be nudity associated with this lesson.  If you think that you will be offended, you may leave now.  Class notes will be posted on the website later this afternoon as well as an audio recording of the lecture.”  Not a single student moved toward the door.

“Very well,” he said.  “Let us begin.  But I must caution you to show respect and to not make our subject uncomfortable.  Otherwise, I will invite the offending parties to leave the classroom.”

He turned toward the door in the front of the classroom and opened it.  He disappeared momentarily into the office where Innocence was waiting.  He smiled appreciatively as he saw her naked for the first time.  She was remarkable and the vision of her almost took his breath away.

“Good girl,” he said to try to reassure her.  “You are beautiful.  Come, let’s begin.”

He took her by the elbow and led her forward.  She had leather cuffs around each of her wrists and ankles and she had locked her wrists together behind her back as he had instructed her to.

There was a collective and audible inhaling of breaths as he led her into the classroom.  Her long hair, which was usually in a ponytail, was free and had been combed out until it was lustrous.  It flowed down her back and her chest, partially concealing her full breasts.  She wished she could have let it flow over her face too so that she had a place to hide.  But her face was uncovered and it glowed bright red from her blushing.

“I’m sure you remember the clamps of the Inquisition,” he told the class after he positioned Innocence next to his podium.  She had hoped to be placed somewhere less prominent but she found herself front and center in the classroom.  And whenever she glanced up, she saw that every eye in the class was directed at her and some of the students had very hungry looks on their faces.

He held up two small items.  “These are an example of modern day versions of the cruel implements that I showed you last week.”

Innocence glanced to the side to see what he had in his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.  They looked like rubber tipped tweezers and did not look menacing at all.  They weren’t nearly as threatening as the things she saw in the previous classes.

Richard stepped away from the lectern and turned Innocence slightly so that she was at a forty five degree angle to the class.  Everyone would be able to see the professor’s demonstration.  He positioned himself so he would not block anyone’s view and then he continued.

“It’s usually good to stiffen the submissive’s nipples before applying the clamps.  As I’m sure you can see, Cency’s are already quite hard already but I will demonstrate the technique anyway.

Innocence glanced down at her chest and groaned as she confirmed that her nipples were already like stiff pebbles on her breasts.  Her blush deepened.

Richard lifted her left breast in his hand, holding it in his palm lovingly.  Then with his other hand, he gripped the nipple and rolled it back and forth.  He flicked it with a finger a couple of times and then gripped it again, stroking it and stretching it.  Cency closed her eyes and moaned as the actions sent unwanted thrills through her body.

When he was satisfied with the results, Richard held the first clamp to the nipple and placed one rubber tip on each side of it.  Then he slid the metal ring around the two prongs upward, which tightened the grip on the captured bud.  Innocence gasped as she felt the clamp tightening and flattening her sensitive little nubbin.

“I am only going to slide this tightening ring halfway,” announced Richard.  “It will secure it in place without causing too much pain.”  Then he repeated the actions with the other nipple and, before long, Innocence was sporting two clamps on her overly sensitive nipples.

“These can be used for decoration or for punishment, depending on how much they are tightened.  They can also be used for leading a submissive around.  Nipple clamps can be used on males also.”  Innocence glanced up and saw several of the male students blushing.

Eventually, Richard removed the clamps, much to Cency’s relief.  But then he surprised her by holding up two more objects.

“These are another example of how an innovation from the Inquisition has evolved into a recreational implement of today.  Let me demonstrate these for you.”

“May one of us try to apply them, Professor?” a voice from the class called out.  Innocence cringed.

“Of course,” replied Richard.  “Would you like to put them on her, Becky?”

“Yes please,” said the same voice as earlier.  Innocence looked up and saw Becky getting up from her seat and approaching the front of the class.  Richard gave her the new clamps, with a warning not to make them too tight.

Becky stood where Richard had stood earlier and leaned close to whisper to Innocence.  “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Innocence whispered back as her blush returned.

“May I demonstrate another way of getting the nipples stiff, Professor?” Becky asked Richard.  “At least it always works with me.”

“Sure,” Richard responded.  “There are actually a lot of ways to do it.  Show the class a second approach.”

Becky was much taller than Innocence and stood nearly six feet tall with long red hair that she currently had tied in a ponytail.  Innocence watched in horror as the tall student bent at the waist and saw the red mane going lower and lower.  Her eyes flew open wide as she looked down and saw Becky’s lips parting and then saw her nipple disappearing into the student’s mouth.  She groaned as she felt her nipple being pulsed in and out several times before teeth started gnawing lightly on her tender bud.

Becky pulled her head back and stretched the teaching assistant’s breast away from her chest.  Eventually, the nipple slipped free with an audible pop and Becky quickly fastened the clamp to it.  She turned the screw on it until Innocence yelped from the pain.

Becky’s mouth moved to the second breast and Innocence once again felt unwanted thrills rushing through her body.  She felt her pussy clench with arousal from the attention she was receiving and couldn’t believe that she could become aroused from the intimate touch of another woman.  She had never done that before and had never even considered doing it.

Again, Becky pulled back and elongated the breast until the nipple popped free.  As Becky was tightening the second clamp, Innocence yelped and then immediately let out a long low groan as her body tensed.  Becky understood what was happening and wrapped her arms around Innocence, holding her as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over the teaching assistant.

“You will recall the rack from the days of the Inquisition,” the professor started the lecture again.  Innocence was still being supported by Becky who was openly groping the delectable feminine curves of the blonde beauty.  Innocence barely heard the lecture resuming as she slumped against the student.

“No modifications have been made to this instrument in the hundreds of years since it was first introduced.  But today, it is not used to the extremes that were trademarks of the Inquisitors.  May I have two volunteers to help our teaching assistant onto the rack?”

Instantly, two of the male students stood and stepped forward.  One stood on each side of Innocence and grasped her upper arms, relieving Becky of her charge, much to her chagrin.  They led Innocence to the wooden device and then one grasped her under the armpits while the other gripped her ankles.  They lifted her and gently placed her onto the bench-like piece of furniture.

Richard moved to the rack and unlocked Cency’s wrists before moving around the device and securing her wrists and ankles to the chains.  “Now, may I have another volunteer to operate the machine?”

Immediately, Becky raised her hand as did everyone else in the class.

“Becky, I think we should let someone else get some experience too,” said Richard.  “Paul, why don’t you operate the crank?  The rest of you should gather around so you can see better.”

There was a flurry of activity in the classroom as all of the students moved to the rack.  They jostled for position to get the best view and then settled down as Paul started to turn the crank.

At first, the cranking just took the slack out of the chains and nothing much happened.  After the slack was removed, however, Cency’s arms and legs tightened as they were stretched.  Paul kept cranking and Innocence began to feel the strain on her limbs.  The student continued to turn the wheel and soon Innocence was moaning.

“That’s enough for now, Paul,” said Richard.  “Note how our subject is totally immobilized.  In a sense, this is just another form of bondage.  But this also has a certain aesthetic appeal.”

Richard ran his palm along one of Cency’s outstretched arms.  “Note how stretched she is and how her musculature is clearly visible.”

Then he ran his hand up her leg, pausing as he got to the top of her thigh.  “This is one of my favorite forms of bondage.  The Inquisitors were brilliant in their deviance.  Their invention still survives today and has the potential to bring great pleasure and entertainment to lifestyle enthusiasts.”

He ran his fingers between her thighs and stroked them along her labia, finding them already well lubricated with her arousal.  Innocence gasped as she felt herself being touched so intimately.

“This bondage also allows for coupling,” he told the class.  Then he held up his wet fingers for the class to see.  “And as you can see, Innocence has responded nicely.  She is quite ready for intercourse.”

Innocence groaned as she heard the professor’s words and then felt her face turn crimson as she saw his glistening fingers.  She prayed for the class to end soon but she knew that she still had a long ordeal ahead of her.

“But there will be no coupling as part of this class,” Richard continued.  This was meant with groans and moaning from many of the males and several of the females.

“Becky,” Richard continued, “would you be so kind as to remove your clamps?  Then we’ll get on with the demonstration.”

“Sure, Professor,” said Becky.  She leaned down and quickly unfastened the clamp on Cency’s left breast.  Then, much to Cency’s surprise and chagrin, Becky sucked the abused little nubbin into her mouth and pulsed it in and out, sending more unwanted thrills through Cency’s body.  Becky moved to the other side of the rack and repeated her actions but suckled longer on the right nipple.  Innocence closed her eyes in shame as she felt her climax approaching and then groaned as it erupted within her.  This can’t be happening to me, she thought.

“Ooooo!” squealed Becky with delight as she saw the beautiful teaching assistant’s body tense and then tremble in orgasm.  “I’m good at that!”

Richard chuckled.  “Yes, you seem to be very good at that.  Now, we have one more demonstration and then we’ll talk about your homework assignment.  Do you remember the spiked wheel?”

Heads nodded around the room in confirmation.  Innocence’s eyes flew open wide at the question.  Even through her orgasmic haze, she had heard the words of the professor and was aghast.  She too remembered the spiked wheel and wanted no part of it.  It was designed to perforate the flesh and cause the victims to die a slow and painful death as their blood oozed out of their tortured bodies.

“Well, meet the modern version,” he said as he held up a small device.  It looked like a tiny metal pinwheel with a handle.  Innocence breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw it.  It still looked like it could be painful but it was not nearly as menacing as what the Inquisitors had used.

Richard held the device to Cency’s arm and pushed it, letting the pinwheel with its spikes roll across her flesh.  She felt the little pin pricks against her skin and felt gooseflesh forming down her arm.

He moved it to her right breast and let the wheel roll around the base of the generous mound.  “It has the ability to be cruel but is usually just used to sensitize the flesh.  What do you feel, Cency?”

“I feel it, Professor,” said Innocence as she watched the little spikes move across her flesh, as she tried to be as scientific and precise in her response as she could be.  “It definitely feels sharp.  But it kind of tickles too.”

Richard nodded.  “And it can be used anywhere on the body.”  To illustrate his point, he shifted the device to the bound girl’s sex.  He let the pinwheel roll up and down each labia and then rolled it repeatedly across Cency’s clit.  Innocence shuddered again and then groaned as another orgasm shook her body.

She was left panting on the rack as the students returned to their seats.  She felt so embarrassed.  Not only was she naked in front of her fellow students but she had climaxed three times.  And two of her orgasms had come at the hands of another female!  She was mortified.

“Your assignment is to find five more modern day versions of the instruments of the Inquisition.  Provide a full description of each.  Illustrations are allowed.  And be sure that you know what you are talking about because you may be asked to demonstrate one in a future class.

Chapter 4

Innocence continued to daydream as she lounged in the bed, feeling the sunlight warming her body.  She kept her limbs outstretched in the spread eagle position as she remembered the events of the past year.

After the students left the classroom on the day she was naked, Richard returned to the rack but he did not immediately release Innocence.  Instead, he placed a hand on one of her breasts and gently squeezed it.  “That was beautiful.”

“Oh, Professor,” she blurted.  “It happened again.  I’m so sorry.”

He continued to palpate her breast and he noticed that she did not tense or resist or complain.  He slid his fingers over the amazingly firm mound until he captured her nipple, squeezing it and twisting it lightly.  “I don’t know why you keep apologizing.  It truly was beautiful.  And you truly are a treasure.  It’s your slave heart that enhances your beauty.”

Innocence groaned and closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth.  “I can’t believe I let that happen.  It was so embarrassing.”

At this point, the nipple was as stiff as a pebble and he was letting it slide through his fingers as he lifted.  He admired how the fleshy orb elongated into a cone as he stretched upward.  Then he would release the nipple and let the breast fall back into shape before repeating his actions.

“You need to come to terms with your slave heart,” he finally said.  He could toy with her breasts all day but he had a meeting to attend.  “I will leave you like this for the time being.  I will be back in an hour to release you.  We can talk more then.”

Innocence gasped.  “Professor, you can’t!  What if someone walks in and finds me?”

“I’ll lock the door and put a sign on it.”  Then he leaned down and kissed each of the stiff nipples, enjoying the feel of them against his lips, before kissing her forehead.  This girl offered so many possibilities.  The more exposed he was to Innocence, the more he wanted to possess her.  He would explore every avenue until he figured out a way to make her his own little slave girl.

She groaned again as the door clicked shut.  For the first twenty minutes, she fretted and worried that someone might discover her.  But then she realized that there was nothing she could do about it.  She finally resigned herself to the fact that she was naked and bound and vulnerable and she relaxed.  She thought about her experiences and feelings over the past hour.

“Have you come to terms with your slave heart?” Richard asked when he returned ninety minutes later.  This time he stood on the other side of the rack and toyed with her right breast.  Again, he marveled at the soft, firm warmth.

“Yes, Professor,” she replied.  “I have.”

He started toying with the nipple, circling his finger around it before gripping it and tugging it upward.  “And what did you conclude?”

Innocence sucked in her breath as he squeezed the sensitive bud.  She lifted her head and saw her breast being stretched upward.  This time, however, it did not embarrass her.  For some reason, it seemed right that someone should be using her body.  It was the most natural things at the moment.

“I have acknowledged to myself that I have a slave heart,” she responded.  “Some part of me needs to be dominated for some reason that I don’t understand.  But I don’t know what to do about it.”

He tugged the nipple upward and reached down with his free hand to where her thighs met.  One stroke of his fingers between her petals showed him that she was still quite wet.  He found that remarkable.  He had been gone for an hour and a half and she had been left alone with no stimulation.  He was surprised that she was still so aroused; so amazingly aroused.

“You should find someone who can help you explore this side of you,” he said as he slid his finger into her sex and pumped it a few times.  Then he moved his wet finger to her clit and started stroking.

“Will you be that someone, Professor?” She sucked in her breath again as the finger toyed with her clit, sending new thrills though her naked and captive body.  Even though she didn’t understand why her body reacted the way it was, the thrills were delicious.

“I can be,” he nodded.  He had hoped to hear this request and he was delighted that she asked.  He suppressed a smile.  He couldn’t afford to look too anxious.  “Is that what you want?”

“Please, Professor,” she pleaded.  “Please help me.”

“That’s please Master from now on,” he replied.  Her face and chest were flush with arousal as he tugged on the nipple and fingered her clit.

“Please, Maaaaaaaaassssssssster,” she groaned as the latest orgasm tore through her body, turning her mind into jelly.

That weekend was spent at his home.  His daughter, Kaitlin, was there when Innocence arrived but Kaitlin had plans.  She was going on a camping trip with her girlfriends.  Innocence was surprised when she met the daughter.  For some reason, she assumed that Kaitlin was much younger than she turned out to be.  It turned out that she was a senior in high school and was seventeen.  And she also turned out to be beautiful with long black hair, a fully developed and shapely body, and a stunning face.

Katy left for her trip, leaving Innocence alone with Richard.  She truly had no idea what to expect.  Would this be a weekend of sex?  She was fine with that if it happened.  She was not a virgin.  Despite her name, Innocence was not entirely innocent.  She did not have a lot of experience in that department but she enjoyed it and she found her professor attractive.  Would she be bound or punished or humiliated?  There were just so many questions.

One of them was answered quickly enough.  As soon as they saw the car drive away, Richard produced a pair of leather cuffs.  He buckled them around her wrists and then locked them together in front of her with a padlock.  She thought she might be able to free herself if she tried hard enough but it would be very difficult.  Her captivity had begun.  And she felt her sex pulse a little at that realization.

“All good little slave girls should be bound from time to time,” he smiled at her.  Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a tour of the house.

“How does your bondage make you feel?” he asked as they returned to the den.

“Excited,” she answered honestly.  “Scared, embarrassed, aroused.  But mostly excited I think.”

He smiled at her reply.  “I was hoping that you would be excited and aroused.  That’s what I most noticed about you when we were in the classroom.  You seemed to blossom each time I bound you.”

Innocence shrugged her shoulders, causing the padlock to clank against the metal rings in her cuffs as her hands moved.  “I can’t explain it.  It just happens.”  She looked up at him nervously.

“Relax, little kitten,” he smiled at her.  “Trust your master.”

Innocence did trust Richard but she was not sure that she could ever relax with someone binding her and controlling her.  She nodded slowly.  “I’ll try,” she replied in almost a whisper.

He kissed her forehead.  “Good girl.”

He led her to the couch, sitting near one end.  Then he pulled her into his lap and adjusted her the way he wanted her.  Her back rested against the padded arm of the couch and her legs were draped across the seat of the couch.  Her bottom rested in his lap.

“This is how pets should be held and cherished,” he said.  He had moved his hand to her tummy and was rubbing in small slow circles.  “You are my pet now, aren’t you?”

Innocence nodded.  She remembered from one of the lectures that dominants frequently used nicknames for their submissives.  Pet, little one, and girl were three of the examples he had used in class.  Other, less kind, nicknames were also sometimes used and she hoped that he would not use them with her.

“Yes, I am your pet, I suppose,” she answered.

“That’s yes Master.”

Innocence gulped.  Until now, it had always seemed like play acting when she called him Master and she had not resisted.  By acknowledging that he was master, she would be acting in a way that verified that she was his submissive.  It seemed like such a huge step and she wondered what lay ahead after that step.

“Sorry, I forgot,” she squeaked.  “Yes, Master.  I am your pet.”

He kept rubbing her belly lightly.  At first, she had tensed again.  Now, he noticed that she seemed to be relaxing a bit.  This was good.

“Good girl,” he said again.  “And I am your master.  Your safe word will be pumpkin.  If you use it, everything will stop.  Now say it once for me.”

“Yes, Master.  Pumpkin.”

“Now I am going to release your hands.  I want you to remove your clothes.  You may stand up if you wish but then return to my lap.”

Innocence shuddered as she heard the words.  She had been right.  This was leading to sex.  Well that would be all right, she thought.  She was prepared for that.  And she was already getting pretty over heated from all of the touching and the erotic atmosphere that seemed to hang in the room.

She decided it would be too awkward to try to get out of her clothes while sitting in his lap; too much wiggling and clumsiness.  She stood up.  She wanted to turn her back to him while she undressed but then decided to face him.  Maybe she would earn some points for bravery.

Her skirt and shorts were quickly shed and she slipped out of her sandals, kicking them to the side.  She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She slid the straps down her arms, holding the cups to her chest.  She took a deep breath and lowered her hands, revealing her breasts to her new master.  He smiled appreciatively as the glorious orbs came into view.

She dropped the bra to the floor and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.  She took another deep breath and then slid the flimsy garment down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

Richard smiled again at the vision before his eyes.  This girl was priceless.  He knew that she must be nervous but she stood majestically in front of him, defining the feminine ideal.  She had a small, downy, blonde tuft of hair on her pubis and he could see signs of dew on her labia.  Her waist was narrow and looked even tinier without her clothes on.  She was perfect.

Innocence remembered her instructions and obediently climbed back into her master’s lap, positioning her body as he had positioned it before.  She felt gooseflesh on her body from her nervousness and the anticipation.  Then she waited for his next move, wondering how far this experience would lead her.

Richard returned his hand to her belly, enjoying the tautness of her flesh.  He knew that she was shapely but he had not realized how firm she was.  It was obvious that she worked out and took good care of herself.

“This weekend will open your eyes to many things,” he said as he widened the circle.  “I want to know your reactions and how you are feeling.  I will frequently ask you what is going through your mind and I want you to reply honestly.”

The circle had widened to the point of his fingers brushing against the base of her breasts.  He stopped the circular motion and just moved his hand back and forth, enjoying the firm softness of the incredible globes of flesh.  She had remarkable breasts and he was going to enjoy exploring them and playing with them.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed.  Once again, she tensed as his fingers came in contact with her breasts.  She was not sure why.  She had let others touch them before.  Even he had touched them before.  Why was she reacting this way with him?  She decided it was nervousness.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asked as his fingers continued to brush back and forth, moving up slightly to caress the lower swells of the breasts, feeling the soft flesh yielding as his fingers moved across them.

“Nervous, Master,” she replied.  She glanced across her body.  She could believe that she was naked and sitting in someone’s lap.  It seemed so wicked.  It was so unlike her.  “Very nervous.”

“Are you aroused?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.  She could see the stiff buds of her nipples pointing upward as evidence of her arousal.  “Very.”

“Show me,” he instructed her.

Innocence blushed again at his words.  How does one show a feeling?  And he could already see her stiff nipples as easily as she could.  Surely the evidence was already clear.  “Show you, Master?”

“Yes, girl,” he replied calmly.  “Show me.  And don’t make me repeat myself in the future.  I want to see your arousal and then watch you taste it.  Then I want to taste it for myself.”

Innocence groaned and closed her eyes in embarrassment as she finally realized what he expected.  This would be so humiliating.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.  She slid a hand across her thigh to the juncture where her legs met.  She took a deep breath and then extended a finger, lightly rubbing it up and down her labia.  She discovered that she was already quite wet but that did not surprise her.  She knew that she would be.

Slowly, she slipped her finger between the wet petals and plunged it into her sex.  Thrills shot through her body at the wickedly lewd act that she was performing.  Then she withdrew it and raised her hand to taste herself as she had been instructed.

“Wait,” he said.  He stopped caressing the lower swells of her breasts and raised his hand, gripping her wrist.  He turned her hand back and forth, seeing the fingers glistening brightly from her juices.  Satisfied that she was very aroused, he guided her hand to her face and offered the shiny digit to her lips.  Dutifully, she parted her lips and he pushed her finger in.  She bathed it with her tongue and realized that this was the first time that she had tasted herself.  It was so decadent!

“Let me taste now,” he said after she had cleaned herself.  Obediently, she lowered her hand again and slipped her finger into her sex which seemed to be even wetter now than before.  It was amazing to her.  She raised her slippery finger to his lips and, when he opened his mouth, she pushed it in.  He suckled it for long moments and then she eventually withdrew it.

“Delicious, girl,” he declared.  Then he picked up the remote and turned on the television.  She couldn’t believe it.  She was naked in his lap and he wanted to watch the news.  Why didn’t he fuck her?  She was so horny, she thought she would pop.

His hand returned to her breasts.  He moved from one to another, stroking them and squeezing.  Halfway through the news, he shifted his attention to the nipples.  They were rolled and squeezed.  After awhile, he started stroking them and tugging them upward, stretching them away from her chest.  This was doing nothing to reduce her horniness.  She became more and more needy as he continued to play with her body.

After the news, he switched to another channel and watched one of his favorite shows.  He also switched his attention to her sex and his fingers probed and stroked there.  She was moaning at this point.  She finally climaxed as he started to stroke her clit.  She climaxed two more times during the evening as she remained in his lap.  And then he turned off the television.

“Stand up, girl.  It’s time for bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied and she got to her feet.

He led her upstairs and she followed quietly.  He gave her time to herself to use the bathroom before bed.  She used the toilet and showered and then perfumed herself.  She was ready for him now.

And then the most incredible thing of the evening happened.  Instead of taking her to his bed, he led her to a guest room.  Shackles had been installed at the four corners of the bed and he secured her, spread eagle, onto the bed.

“Sleep tight, little one,” he said as he pulled the covers over her.  He kissed her forehead and left the room, turning off the light on his way out.  She groaned in frustration.  This was unbelievable to her.  Why didn’t he fuck her?  Why didn’t he take her to his bed with him?

To be continued.