Stage Fright

Stage Fright

Jim taught Drama at the local Junior College. Every semester he would identify one aspiring actress for special attention. It was never difficult to identify the likely candidate, usually there were several to choose from. You know the type: Shy, plain wallflowers wearing comfortable shoes,unremarkable skirts and blouses covered by a dull cardigan sweater. She always carries her books clutched close to her chest and is always insanely interested in what is happening at her feet during conversations. She is usually at least a 3.0 grade average till she takes Drama hoping to get help in breaking out of her shell. Its not happening, she’s in danger of failing the class.

Jim stopped this semesters candidate just as class ended. He told her it was important that he talk to her privately about her class work, would she please meet with him at his office. Once there he warned her of her eminent failure but that he was willing to work with her on a possible solution. He expressed that she had definite potential if he could assist her in overcoming her extreme shyness and overwhelming “Stage Fright”. He went on to explain that it was a proven technique that he had used many times and always successfully. It would involve using equipment the school did not own but that he had aquired through special funding and was located off-campus, in his home actually. She was definitely interested and an appointment was made.

She arrived at his residence right on time and wearing her standard attire, of course. She was also extremely nervous and unsure as he warmly invited her in and showed her to the ‘special room’. The room was of good size, softly lighted, devoid of all furniture except for a pool table like structure in the middle of the room covered by a large thin latex sheet. Jim began to explain the exercise. The apparatus was designed to remove all distractions and unwanted sensory invasions so she would be free to concentrate on her performance. He would guide her through it the first time, but if she were to need follow-up sessions she would be able to do so without his assistance. She was still very nervous and uncertain, but she really liked and trusted this professor and it was such a thrill to be getting such personal attention from such a good looking man…any man for that matter. She nodded her willingness to continue.

“That’s fine”, said the professor. “This is really going to benefit you and your class grade, I assure you. Now I’m going to leave the room for a few minutes to give you some privacy. You need to remove everything you have on…jewelry, everything. Then crawl in under the sheet on the table, center yourself on your back and I’ll rejoin you soon.” “Oh, also in the middle of the table is a small ball with a breathing tube through it. You’ll need to put that in your mouth so you can breath comfortably.”

Karen gave an involuntary shudder, crossed her arms protectively over her chest and began to back toward the door.

“Hold on just a minute young lady”, Jim managed to blurt out, “and hear me out”. “ Nobody is going to hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want to. You took my class to get help, now I’m trying to help you, its that simple. We have total privacy here, one reason why I have this set up here. You need to think of me as your Director or Priest, doctor or even Godfather if it helps you to get past your apprehensions. Now I’ll give you some time alone to decide, I’ll be just outside this door…He knew he had her.

He came back into the room ten minutes later. There was a pile of clothes on the floor and she was centered on the table under the latex sheet.

“I’m happy for you that you have decided to proceed“, said the professor. “I’m sure this is going to benefit you.” It was just as he suspected, she had a beautiful full-body hidden under those frumpy clothes. Now it was being brazenly exposed under the clinging sheet. He stood for quite a while soaking in her feminine form until she finally meekly inquired if he was still there. After all, see could see nothing but soft light, hear little except her own nervous breathing that was somewhat labored form squeezing under the sheet and somewhat restricted due to the elastic constriction of the latex.

“ I’m so sorry my dear, but you are still wearing your panties and bra aren’t you? I thought I was clear: Everything must come off. Hurry now so we can get started”.

He heard a muffled “Yes Sir” from under the sheet as she set about the struggle to comply. They usually tried to get away with this and it was fun to watch them under the restricting latex, struggling to get their underwear off.

“Now settle back to the center on your back. Extend your arms along the length of your body and out about six inches, palms up finger separated. Good, now open your legs so that your knees are about two feet apart…a little wider please…that’s it . Very good, now lay still a rest a moment just as you are.”

They always had trouble with the leg-spreading bit. I supposed it seemed so ’un-lady-like’ to them; and indeed it was: her naked body was now exposed in every luscious detail and he hadn’t even turned it on yet.

Flipping the power switch under the edge of the table brought the powerful vacuum to life with a unexpected buzz causing his student to give a startled little body shiver. It was just darling…there would be so much more to come. Within a second of starting, what little air that was trapped under the latex sheet was sucked away by the vacuum immobilizing the young woman almost completely. The professor hopes his subject was still a virgin, it seemed to intensify the effect…they usually were.

Jim now spoke louder to overcome the noise of the vacuum. “Are you alright under there?” “Yes”, came the muffled meek reply. After all, she had the equivalent of a ’Ball-gag in her mouth “But I feel really strange all over, are we going to be doing this for very long? I really need to go to the bathroom!”

“Just lie quiet and rest a bit my dear”, said Jim “ It will actually be up to you as to how long it takes”. With that said he gathered up her clothes and took them from the room; and to go answer the front door as the evening’s guests began to arrive.

Soon the room was nearly full of invited Drama students from all his courses at the college. Poor Karen, effectively pinned and totally nude under the latex sheet was now painfully aware of their presence and also aware she could do nothing to stop what was about to begin. She was desperately praying that she wasn’t nearly as exposed as she suspected she might be. What really terrified her was that she was so sexually turned on by this ordeal. Her womanhood was pulsing with desire and she could feel her female juices mingling with her sweat. She could only hope her musky aroma wasn’t getting past the sheet to alert the audience. “My God…I have an audience! “

Jim quieted the crowd “O.K. People, settle down…Some of you know I do this once every semester. The person under the sheet is one of your classmates needing a little help in getting over her ‘Stage Fright’ She is unnamed and is to remain so…any of you attempt to discover who she is and I will have you thrown out of the program. Now lets begin: This will be a session for her to exhibit natural response uninhibited performing before an audience.

The professor took a handle- like object from his coat pocket. It had a spur wheel at one end. As he began to roll the wheel gently over the body surfaces of his student, she writhed in response as much as she was able under the latex. This went on for several minutes and the body response became more extreme as time passed. Especially when he ran the wheel over and around her nipples, breasts and arm pits. She tried to lift off the table when he lightly skimmed it along her open thigh and through the crevasse of her womanhood.

Finally the professor put away the wheel and spent many minutes massaging her limbs with his hands, and occasionally tweaking he engorged and erect nipples. Karen was openly moaning now for all the audience to appreciate as she desperately fought off the orgasm that was trying to explode from her body.

After some minutes of this torment the professor pulled a smallish battery powered ’Dildo’ from his pocket and leaned close to whisper into Karen’s ear. “I know you’re holding back, and its been great entertainment watching your contortions and responses to my playing with you; But I’m going to keep it up until you finally give up and let it go”.

“Please Sir”, she mumbled through her breathing tube. “I really have to go Pee”.

“Go ahead”, whispered Jim. “ We can clean up later…after all, it is a rubber sheet”. With that the professor turned on the vibrator and went back to his torments, especially rubbing in and around her clitoris as he continued to whisper soothing sounds to her ear. Within moments Karen experienced the thunderous, convulsing crash of the very first genuine orgasm of her life. Panting and struggling to regain control of her body she realized she had also emptied her bladder with her sexual convulsions.

Now she lay quiet and exhausted, not at all caring of the crowd who had just witnessed her most private moment. She was actually just wondering what she could do to get another round when the professor made his announcement:

“Alright people…She’s ready. You may all help her to overcome her shyness; Fondle her to your hearts desire, I’ll leave the vacumm going till midnight.”