The Price of Innocence

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 thing 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 couldn't 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?