The Price of Innocence

Chapter 11

Innocence struggled downstairs at about noon the next day. Richard was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"There's my lovely," he said. Even with her hair a bedraggled mess, she was still beautiful. "Kaitlin told me about last night. It all sounded so thrilling."

Innocence stopped in her tracks and just stared at her husband. She was astounded that he could think her evening had been thrilling. What had Kaitlin told him that would indicate that?

"Richard, I was fucked," she replied. "I was sodomized and fisted and paddled and whipped. My nipples were crushed with clamps and my breasts were skewered with needles. What part of that sounds thrilling?"

"All of it," he grinned. "And it's Master, by the way. I especially liked the part about the needles. I've never thought about that. We'll have to try that at home some day. It should be fun."

"You can't be serious!"

"That's you can't be serious, Master," he corrected her. "It looks like we'll have to have a little remedial training later."

"Sorry, Master," she said, chastened by his words.

He stepped up to her and reached out, opening her robe and sliding it off her shoulders. He dropped it to the floor and then lifted her breasts, examining them closely. "These look none the worse for wear. It couldn't have been all that bad."

"It was all very humiliating, Master," she replied. "Please don't make me do that again. Please."

"I didn't make you do it this time," he said. He squeezed the breasts that rested in his palms. "Your other owner did."

"Yes, Master," she sighed. "But do I have to have two owners? Can't I belong to just you?"

"Well, I can ask her," he offered. "But I already know the answer. She adores you and wants very much to own you."

"Master, I am supposed to start classes next week," she said. "With Katy going to the same school, it could be awkward if she owns me."

"You will be working on your doctorate," he replied. "She's just an undergrad. You'll never be in the same classes."

"Yes, Master. But I could run into her on campus."

"I don't intend to let people at the school know that I own you," he explained. "There is no reason for anyone to know that Katy owns you either. I'll talk to her to make sure she understands that."

"Thank you, Master."

"Oh, and speaking of your classes," he continued. "I would love to be your advisor but that would not be appropriate. Conflict of interest; nepotism; that sort of thing. I have arranged for Dr. Grimm to be your advisor."

Innocence gasped. Dr. Susan Grimm was just what her name implied: grim. As far as Innocence could tell, she had no sense of humor whatsoever and struck fear into most students.

"Oh, Master," she responded. "Couldn't I have a different one? I hardly know Dr. Grimm and I have such better relationships with others in the faculty. Surely one of them would be a better choice for me."

"You will just have to trust me on this, Cency," he said to her. "She will be a perfect fit for your doctoral thesis topic."

Innocence blinked. "I have a topic for my thesis already? I didn't think I had to come up with a topic until my second year. I haven't even thought about it yet."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you,' he smiled. "Yes, you have a topic. I selected one for you to help you along."

"Oh," she nodded slowly. "What is my topic?"

"The Emotional Aspects of Surrender: The Politics of Submission in a World that Romanticizes Domination." He smiled proudly as he announced it to her. "It has the potential to be groundbreaking."

"Oh," she nodded slowly again. "And Dr. Grimm can help me with that topic?"

"Oh my, yes," he replied. "You'll have to read some of her papers. She's an acclaimed expert in domination and submission theory. And she has done extensive field research on the matter. In fact, she's getting ready to start a new study and was starting to look for a research assistant when I talked to her about you. It should be a perfect fit and should be some thrilling research."

"Wow," exclaimed Innocence. "I had no idea. What exactly will this study be examining?"

"I'll let her explain it to you," he smiled. "I told her to expect a call from you to schedule an appointment."

"Wow," Innocence repeated.

Two days later, Innocence was seated in Susan Grimm's office. She sat nervously across the desk from the stern looking professor.

Susan Grimm was actually an attractive woman when you ignored the way that she dressed herself. The thirty five year old professor was much taller than Innocence at close to six feet. She had black hair and a pretty face. And as near as Innocence could tell, she had a nice body.

But she seemed to do everything she could to make herself unattractive. Her hair was always tied up into a bun. Her face was always adorned with an ugly pair of glasses that made her look like a spinster. And she always wore black. The color worked well but there was never any variety and never any brightness. It all worked to make her look so stark.

"Dr. Blackwell tells me that you wish to research submission as part of your doctoral work," the professor started.

"Yes, Dr. Grimm," replied Innocence, even though she was not sure that was the topic that she really wanted to focus on.

"Very good," said the professor. "It's a topic that is relatively unexplored from an academic point of view, aside from what little research I have published. There is much that we can explore together."

"That would be very good, Dr. Grimm," Innocence responded. "I appreciate you considering me for your research."

"I must warn you," Susan continued. "It is a difficult topic to research. While many people enjoy domination and submission, very few will admit it. It has become somewhat of a taboo, although I can't understand it for the life of me. It seems perfectly natural to me. It is found naturally throughout the animal kingdom. I'm sure you have heard of Alpha Males and Alpha Females. The others in the pack or herd simply and naturally submit to their domination."

Innocence just nodded and let the professor continue.

"I have found that the best way to understand the lifestyle and its psychological implications is through immersion," the professor went on. "By becoming a part of the scene, one can get access to subjects and can often witness the impacts that the various roles have on people."

Innocence let out a small gasp. "You become a submissive, Dr. Grimm?"

Susan laughed. "No, my dear. I do not become a submissive. I become an Alpha Female. During field research, I am known as Mistress G."

"Wow," exhaled Innocence.

"I propose that you assume the role of the submissive for our field work. That should allow us to cover all bases. Plus, it should help us to get access to more groups. There are only so many groups that a single mistress can get into without a slave of her own. You will play the role of that slave."

"Wow," Innocence repeated. "A slave."

"It will only be for the research, Innocence. I don't plan to take ownership of you so don't worry. Although the thought does have some appeal. You are quite lovely and would probably be a very good slave."

Innocence blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Dr. Grimm. You are very pretty too. When would the research start?"

"I'll get into that in a moment," Dr. Grimm replied. "First, I should give you some warnings before you commit to the topic."

"Yes, Dr. Grimm?" replied Innocence as she looked up at the professor again.

"First, you should know a bit about the lifestyle," Susan explained. "At their gatherings, either large or small, there can be quite a bit of nudity, especially with the submissives. It is not uncommon for a dominant to show up at an event with his or her submissive already naked. And it is quite common for dominants to unveil and display their submissives at some point during the event. Even the dominants sometimes wear revealing outfits that can expose some of their body."

"But that should not be off-putting for you," Dr. Grimm continued. "I understand that, as Dr. Blackwell's teaching assistant, you were frequently either partially or fully exposed for some of the classroom demonstrations."

Innocence nodded and felt her cheeks blushing at the professor's words. "Yes, Dr. Grimm. Several times last year, I was undressed for a demonstration."

"Good," smiled the professor. "Then that will not bother you. Please remove your clothing and we will continue the meeting. That will assure me that you are up to the challenges of the research."

Innocence gasped, hoping that she had misunderstood Dr. Grimm. "Professor?"

"It's understandable if you are shy or ashamed of your body," explained Susan. "This research is not for the faint of heart or for the insecure. But it's best if we discover this now instead of with our research subjects. Now, be a good girl and remove your clothes."

"But Dr. Grimm," complained Innocence, but she was cut off by the stern looking professor.

"No buts, Ms. Blackwell," Dr. Grimm interrupted. "I can see that this is not a topic that you are suited for. Find another research topic and we will arrange a suitable faculty advisor for you."

Innocence stood and started unbuttoning her blouse. "I'll do it. It was just so sudden. I wasn't prepared for anything like this."

She folded her blouse and placed it on a corner of the desk before continuing. "It's true that I'm shy, Dr. Grimm. But I'm not ashamed of my body. I'm just having a hard time getting used to other people seeing it."

"That's understandable," replied Susan. She was having difficulty suppressing one of her rare smiles. But seeing the girl's flesh as it became more and more exposed was very pleasing. "It's a necessary part of the research, though. Frequently, we have to make sacrifices in the name of science."

The skirt was on the desk now and Innocence was reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She slid it off her shoulders and then it too joined the other clothes. Susan sucked in her breath as the magnificent orbs of flesh were unveiled to her for the first time.

"You may leave your shoes on," Susan allowed as finally the panties were added to the pile, leaving Innocence naked. "You may sit again."

Innocence sat down and shivered slightly as her warm flesh came into contact with the cold wood of the chair.

"Let us continue," said Dr. Grimm as she admired the naked beauty sitting across the desk from her. She could not believe her remarkably good luck at having the gorgeous blonde as her research assistant. This would make the project even more fun than it already was.

"Another aspect of the lifestyle that we will be researching that you should be aware of is the sexuality," the professor continued. "There is not always sex involved but it is almost always sexual and highly erotic."

"But that should not be a problem for you even though you are now a married woman," Susan went on. "I have already spoken with Dr. Blackwell about it and he is willing to allow you to fully participate in the lifestyle for the sake of the research. As I said, we all have to make sacrifices in the name of science."

Innocence gasped at the professor's words. She could feel her face blushing furiously at this point. Had she just heard correctly? Richard was going to allow others to fuck her and use her sexually? How did these things keep happening to her?

"And one last thing that I should warn you about is the pain. Frequently pain is used and, as the submissive, you would be a recipient of it. Sometimes it is applied recreationally for the simple entertainment of the dominant. Other times, it can be applied in more measured doses to heighten the arousal of the submissive. Stand up and come around to this side of the desk."

Cency's blush intensified as she stood up. She moved to Susan's side of the desk and then bent down when the professor instructed her to. Then she watched in horror as Dr. Grimm reached out and grasped her breast, fondling it and squeezing it before applying a clamp to her nipple. She yelped in pain and then yelped again as the process was repeated with her other breast.

"Return to your seat and we will discuss the early steps in the research." Innocence continued to blush throughout the rest of the meeting as she sat naked before the professor with her nipples burning on her chest.