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felt as she accepted that there was going to be an “afterwards”, Paula kept her face buried against his chest as she heard him chuckle, “My, my, Paula. Stage three already. We’re ahead of schedule.”

Chapter Four
    The delightful sensations of Paula’s breasts and belly and buttocks quivering and flexing in his arms, tested Professor Goss’s powers of self-denial almost to breaking point. He wanted her and was tempted to abandon the experiment and simply lay her down on the lush grass and take her there and then.
    There was no question that she was ready and, he suspected, more than willing to acquiesce, but his plan…if he could stick with it…called for much more than her mere passive acceptance of his temporary authority over her.
    Although she didn’t yet know it, his intention was to bring her to a point where her obedience and unquestioning submission to his will would become purely instinctive and automatic, as normal and natural to her as her own heartbeat – all without physical intimacy between them.
    That would have to wait until after she was fully conditioned to his control over her, when her surrender would be absolute, eagerly given and her greatest, most intense desire. He knew it would take time and patience on his part, of course…he was after all, a trained psychologist…but he knew the end result would be well worth his effort.
    Paula would be his and his alone.
    Willingly, permanently and best of all, contentedly, for her conditioning would be so deeply ingrained and so tightly focused on him that it wouldn’t even occur to her to look at any other man.
    She would be the perfect companion, beautiful, bright, lively and intelligent, her spirit unbroken and seemingly unchanged to her fellow students and tutors. Only he would know that at his command, she would obey without hesitation, her body and the limitless passion contained within it, reserved solely for his use and pleasure.
    Summoning-up what remained of his self-control, he fought down his lust and laid his enticing burden on the soft grass to remove the straps that bound her ankles and held her in the hogtie, then stood back until Paula recovered the use of her numbed legs and tried to get to her feet.
    He reached down and helped her, steadying her as she swayed uncertainly on her high heels, then pointed towards the building.
    She hesitated, her eyes flickering towards the road and he understood that she was wondering if there was a chance of running away and making good her escape.
    “By all means try it if you want to, my dear,” he smiled and folded his arms. “To give you a sporting chance, I promise not to come after you for half an hour. Off you go.”
    It was fifteen miles back to the main road, a ten-foot fence and a locked gate barred her way, and she wore seven inch high heels and was bare-breasted with her arms bound immovably behind her back and a gag in her mouth.
    He watched her work it out and when her shoulders slumped, he nodded. “Very sensible, Paula. You’d never have made it. Now, stay where you are.”
    She didn’t move or try to resist as he fetched a pair of hobble-cuffs from the truck and locked them around her ankles and this time, when he pointed towards the building, she shuffled slowly forward, the twelve-inch chain between her feet clinking metallically at each short, restricted step.
    He knew the hobble wasn’t really necessary…Paula had nowhere to go…but its mere presence would be a constant reminder to her of her helplessness and reinforce her sense of submission to his absolute authority over her. She would wear the chain because he wished her to wear it…and soon, his slightest wish would be her command.
    Paula didn’t want to wear the steel-boned, leather corset, but as Professor Goss didn’t seek her views on the subject and also conveniently “forgot” to remove the ball-gag from her mouth, she was in no position to object very effectively.
    When he laced her into it, slowly