The Price of Innocence
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.