"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.