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.”

Chap. two: Next Challenge

True to his word, the professor returned at precisely midnight and switched off the vacuum. Amongst good natured jeers, applause and gracious compliments, Jim’s students made their departure leaving the eerily empty room to him and his protégée. Karen lay motionless and quiet under the latex covering, no longer restrained by the relentless suction, totally exhausted and drained by her sexual ordeal of the past several hours. She had lost all count of the orgasms that continually raked her innocent and naive body, melting her mentally into a semi-conscious altered state of reality. Now she lay physically exhausted and mortified at the prospect of getting out, dressed and slinking away unnoticed. She was almost overcome by her own fumes. Trapped under the sheet, she reeked of sweat, sexual excitement and her own urine.

Jim released the sheet from its anchoring points and pulled it gently from its captive. The latex had to be peeled from Karen’s body, sticky from her own semi-dried fluids. Turning beet-red from embarrassment and humiliation she quickly moved to cover her naked breasts and pubis with her arms and hands. She tried to stand and scamper to her clothes but she collapsed into the waiting arms of her Professor:

“Easy Does It! You had quite the workout this evening. Why don’t you let me help you to the bath for a good soak to perk you right up?”

“No, I just want to go Home! Please just let me get dressed, then I’ll clean things up and be gone”; she stammered.

“Its alright, I have a Maid used to cleaning this room.” Said the professor. “ Let me help you to the bathroom so you can dress in privacy…Please?”

She had to let him. Karen couldn’t walk or stand without his supporting embrace. She was very aware of her nudity, his sheltering and supporting her bare flesh…she was somehow becoming aroused again in her vulnerability. She was almost disappointed when he gently lead her to the bathroom, gave her the clothes and closed the door for her.

The trip home was uneventful except it seemed like everyone on the bus could smell her rank body and all its Female in heat flagrance . She felt like an animal. she certainly smelled like one. she regretted not taking the professor up on his offer of a bath. No one was up when she arrived home, she quietly climbed the stairs to her room. She was so exhausted she didn’t even bother to wash-up before climbing into her pajamas and slipping into bed.

Karen slept late the next morning. Her first class wasn’t till after lunch and she had the house to herself. She curled up in her warm bed and her thoughts drifted through every luscious moment of the previous night. It all now seemed like a dream, a wonderful erotic dream. Hard to imagine that it had actually happened to her. Soon she was pinching her nipples and gently massaging her crotch through the thin cotton of her old pajamas. She surprised herself to realize that she had not played her naughty little game in a very long time. My, but she could be very ’Nasty‘ to herself just thinking about sex. Karen began to remember one of her favorite fantasies as she pulled the covers over her head and began to unbutton her pajamas.

She imagined herself as Grettle, lost in the woods with Hanzell. They are found by a very stern woman who scolds them for being so far from home and ties them together with a rope so they won’t wander off again as she leads them to her house. She forces them to the basement and orders them to undress because they are so dirty. They are both shy about undressing and are scolded sharply till they comply. Once they are naked and meekly trying to cover themselves with their hands, the woman gathers up their clothes and carries them away. She returns with a switch and begins to swat them on the back and butt, forcing them into a cage…

By this point as she re-imagines her story, Karen has pulled off her pajamas to be totally bare under her bed covers. Her nipples are rock hard and erect from being rubbed and pinched. Her fingers slippery from probing into her excited crotch.

The fantasy continues with the woman keeping them in the cage for many days. She ties their hands so they are helpless. She feeds them constantly to ’fatten them up’. The woman forces them to relieve themselves in a bucket while she watches. She massages their bodies and probes their most intimate places with her fingers. The woman constantly teases Hanzell’s penis to keep it erect and every once in awhile she forces him to ejaculate as Grettle watches. At night they are tied together, face to crotch. The wicked woman even makes Grettle hold Hanzell’s penis in her mouth and makes him bury his face in her pussie… By this point Karen is having a really good orgasm and the fantasy sleeps into blissful sleep. She always feels such decadent pleasure at wakening up and finding herself naked in her bed with sticky fingers and a luscious ripe smell emanating from her body.

Today, Karen was almost late for classes. She way overslept and had to frantically rush through her shower and hygiene to make it to school. The Drama Professor intercepted her as she raced down the Hall:

“Karen, just the person I was hoping to See!” Jim reached out his arm and stopped Karen’s’ rush. “Hope you benefited from last nights exercise, I expect your performance to greatly improve as you overcome your shyness. But also I would like you to meet with the swimming coach, he’s expecting you in his office today at six P.M. I want you to work with him to tone up your body. You are a very pretty girl, as we saw last night, but you haven’t been taking very good care of yourself and I want to change that.”

Turning ’Red’ with embarrassment at the realization that this very ’good looking ’ man now knew her body in intimate detail; bowing her head unable to look the professor in the eye, she said she would be meet with the ‘Swim Coach’.

The Drama professor and the swim coach were close friends. They had discussed Karen over lunch and agreed as to how she should be manipulated. She arrived at his office right on time, obviously very nervous and intently studying the floor as he interviewed her. She immediately confessed no talent or experience with competitive swimming and he assured her that none was necessary. Her purpose in coming to him was for physical conditioning at the request of her Drama coach, his friend. It was only necessary for her to fully trust him and absolutely obey all instructions. He would also continue to work with her on overcoming her shyness. He threw her a one-piece team swim-suit, told her to go put it on and come right back.

When she returned in the suit, very red faced with embarrassment, he told her to stand at attention in the middle of the office with her eyes on the ceiling. The young woman before him definitely had possibilities, but not as a competitive swimmer. Karen processed a beautiful round, full body, wide at the hips and healthy breasts. Her nipples were poking out of the thin material of the suit. He also noted a few strands of pubic hair escaping under the crotch-line of the suit. He would soon correct that and smiled with anticipation at the thought that he would soon be enjoying the sight of that body without the suit.

Coach led Karen to the pool and told her that she was to report to him every school night at six. The Team would be gone and they would have total privacy after he locked the doors. The coach spent several minutes telling her how to swim ‘Free-Style’, ‘Breast Stroke’ and ‘Backstroke’. He then put her into the pool and talked her through ’Flip Turns’ and set her to doing laps. The coach watched her closely with growing excitement, imagining the possibilities if she was willing to totally submit to his will. It was now time to see…He stopped her swimming, criticized her technique and told her he required her to swim without the suit in their private lessons so she could better feel the proper flow of the water around her. With a little hesitation, Karen slipped out of the suit and threw it onto the pool deck. The coach set her to swimming more laps and through ally enjoyed watching her beautiful ass bobbing through the water and gyrating through the ‘flip-turns‘. He had her finish with a lap of ‘back-stroke‘ and was very entertained by her heaving breasts and loins.

Coach ordered Karen out of the pool: “That’s enough for today. When you come back tomorrow I want your entire body shaved, except for your head of course, we have a cap for that.” With that he let Karen scurry to the showers, the secession was over.

As for Karen, she was shaking from sexual arousal. Lucky she was in the water or the coach would have seen her pre-cum juices running down her legs. She could hardly wait to get home and start shaving…too bad that the coach didn’t insist on watching her do it. Karen knew she was going to be under the covers without her pajamas again tonight.

CHAP. 3 The Coach

 

Karen woke up next morning with her pajamas laying on the floor by her bed. She had played with herself three times during the night and was eager to get to her next ‘swimming lesson’. That is till she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bedroom door. With a startled little scream, she saw herself totally bare for the first time. She hadn’t realized how much the hair on her pussy actually hid her sexual parts. Now everything was there to be seen: even her clitoris peeked out for the coach to giggle at.

Karen lost her nerve, there was no way she was going to allow the coach to see her this way. It took some thinking, but she came up came up with a solution that would work for the next several days at least, that would give her time to work through this mess she was getting herself into…she would tell the coach that she had started her period.

When six P.M. came Karen was in the locker room wearing a team swim suit. She had also inserted a Tampon into herself for effect. It had gone in very easily: her body was already excited and her sexual juices had soaked her panties as she removed them.

The coach was behind his desk when Karen walked into his office wearing the swimsuit. He expected it, these new girls always made an effort to excerpt their modesty:

“Loose the suit! Don’t show up wearing it again, I told you yesterday how I want you when you exercise, besides I need to check you for shaving stubble.”

“Please Coach”, she stammered. ”I can’t swim today, I started my period.”

Coach sat glaring at Karen for several long seconds before he leaped to his feet and shouted at her, “Get out of that suit or get out and don’t come back!”

Karen almost did turn and run for the locker room but the little ‘naughty’ voice in her head held her there. Her experience with the Drama Professor and then yesterday with the swim coach were the first real sexual experiences she had ever had. As lame as they might be to most young women her age…she wanted more! Karen slipped out of the swim suit and yet again tried to hide behind her arms and hands.

Coach sat for many long seconds casually admiring the naked beauty of his new subject, She really was a stunning creature. Incredible that she could hide that full ripe body for so long to be unnoticed and un-plucked. Well, that would not be the case much longer, he would certainly see to that. With one sweep of his arm he cleared away the few items on his desk, creating a hasty examination table for timid Karen. She of course was still trying to cover herself with her hands and intently examining the floor. From the desk drawer, Coach pulled a large elastic band. It was used as a swimming aide to bind a swimmers legs together for practicing the ‘Dolphin Kick’.

“Alright Karen, I want you to lay ‘face up’ here on my desk for your ‘stubble check’; but first I want you to extend your arms straight out in front of you at shoulder height and clasp your fingers together.”

Karen reluctantly did as directed and now ‘Coach’ could see that she actually did have a Tampon string peeking out of her bare little pubis…interesting. He got up from his chair, came around the desk and deftly wrapped the elastic band several time around Karen’s out stretched wrists. “ This will make it easier for you to relax control to me. After I check you for ’stubble’ we’ll get in the pool and I’ll help you through some drills to improve your glide form and kick . Here, let me help you onto the desk.”

Coach kept a firm grip on the elastic binding Karen’s wrists and pulled her onto the table. Quickly he had her stretched out on her back the length of his desk, her hands pulled over her head and still firmly restrained in his right hand. He lightly began to run his left hand gently over every centimeter of her skin starting at her feet. Slowly worked his way delicately up her legs and thighs thoroughly enjoying the way her body tensed and resisted each new touch and then relaxed into soft un resisting surrender to the pleasure of his petting like examination…She would have jumped off the table had the coach not still firmly held her wrists as he quickly grabbed the Tampon string and pulled it from her body. He dangled it over her eyes at his eye level for them both to examine: “Open your eyes and look at this tampon of yours!” You’re not menstruating at all, you’re just being silly and shy again. You’re going to get rid of that false modesty and learn to fully accept my helping you. Naughty girls deserve naughty little punishments to remind them to behave. Take this Tampon in your mouth and hold it there for this whole session!: Her face crimson red with embarrassment, Karen took the Tampon into her mouth and tasted herself for the very first time.

The ‘Stubble Check’ seemed to be taking a very long time but Karen wished it took even longer. It was glorious pleasure being petted like someone’s cat. Now she knew why they liked it so much. Karen knew she would be sleeping nude again tonight and remembering her fantasies in detail. The Coach was a very Handsome man and surely he must have a strong athletic body but Karen had never seen it as he was always wearing a set of ’Sweats’ with a whistle dangling around his neck As. Karen lay quiet on the desk and coyly watched , he stepped back and pulled off his sweats. Stripping down to stand before her in his ’Speedo’. She was ’Oh Soo Right’! He had a gorgeous tight, smooth muscled swimmers’ body. Karen almost gasped to see his rigid erection fully exposed under the skimpy material of his tiny ’Speedo’. Karen had never seen a man’s erection before and even more exciting than that: she had caused it!

Karen would have liked to lay on the table a lot longer and just look at her beautiful coach and the wonderful erection she had caused but he grabbed her bound wrists, pulled her to her feet and led her to the pool. She did enjoy getting a view of his strong shapely ass as her pulled her along by her wrists. She was very aware of the juices seeping out of her ‘pussy’ and soaking her thighs as she walked and wished the Tampon was still where it belonged instead of in her mouth.

The swimming session was a short one that day. Karen was rather glad as she was very sore from all that swimming the first day. They spent the whole time in the shallow end of the pool with him supporting her with his strong arms while she stretched out her body long and straight. Often he supported her in the small of her back with one hand while his other hand roamed over her body gently correcting her swimming posture to obtain the perfect glide position. Karen felt she needed a lot more help with that, especially the hands on her body part. It was over all too soon when the coach led her from the pool with her wrists still bound and pulled her into the ’Sauna’.

The heat of the Sauna was intoxicating to her cool exposed skin and the wood of the bench caused an interesting sensation as the coach stretched her out, face up on the bench. He stepped back and pulled off his ’Speedo’. For the first time in her life she was gazing at a man’s fully exposed erection. It was huge, circumcised and beautiful. Most important of all: she was the reason for its erection. To her knowledge she had never caused that in a man before. She felt a feminine power surge within her that she had never before experienced…she liked it!

“Open your legs and bend your knees Karen.” The Coach pulled the soggy Tampon from her mouth used the fingers of his other hand to gently open the folds of her vagina and slid the Tampon lusciously over her clitoris and into her cavity. Karen could have allowed herself an orgasm right then but she was too embarrassed to let him see how very aroused she really was. After-all that would be very naughty of her and so un-lady-like. That was all about to change forever…

The coach wrapped his right hand around his cock and stood just inches from Karen’s face as she watched intently what he was doing. “There is an elephant in this room!” “You caused it, now I expect you to do something about it!” “I want you to take me in your mouth…carefully and gently, softly caress my cock with your lips and tongue; careful not to bite me with your teeth, keep it there till I’m finished with you.”

Karen knew about ’Blow Jobs’, she often herd the other girls talk about it, but it was something she had never imagined herself having the nerve to do. Now here she was, naked in a Sauna with this strong handsome man wanting her to suck his cock…could it get any more exciting than this? She eagerly slipped the pulsing cock into her mouth as her pressed it her lips. Removing his hand he covered her crotch with it and gently began to massage her clit with his middle finger. Karen could no longer control her passions as her lower body ’Bucked’ and ‘Convulsed‘ in orgasm as she greedily ’Sucked Cock‘ for the first time in her life. Karen imagined that he was about to come too as he was rapidly ramming into her mouth with his cock. She was trying to pull away when he released her wrists and grabbed the back of her head. Holding it firmly, he exploded his semen into her captured throat. Karen had no choice but to gulp it down. She was shocked to discover it didn’t make her gag. In fact, she liked it. It was another feminine power she had discovered: robbing a male of his vital fluids, his power so to speak.

Later that night in bed, slipping of her pajama’s, she had a lot to think about.