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."