After several minutes of discussing the finer points of nerve function, he offered to show me what he meant. Naturally, I agreed. He then asked me to take off my blouse. I was shocked. What? He asked me again, telling me that because I was failing, I really had nothing to lose by letting him demonstrate and that there really was no better way to learn than by hands on experience. I was oddly excited by his request and feeling the effects of the wine, nodded. I unbuttoned my blouse and laid it aside. He asked me to remain standing. I was wearing only my black lace bra and pencil skirt and a pair of shiny black pumps. Standing before him, clad as I was, made me exceedingly nervous. I could feel my skin warming slightly and an electrical energy began to humm through my body. When he got up and approached me, I shivered. What did he mean to do with me?
He came around behind me and began stroking my arms, talking all the while about the differences in sensations as perceived by the body's nerve endings. His hands felt very nice and cool on my skin and immediately my nipples hardened, standing out noticeably against the lace fabric of my bra. His blue eyes noticed this immediately and a wicked smile played upon his lips. He continued stroking my skin, gently brushing my upper arms, my sides, lightly across my chest, his hands barely skimming my body. I stood stock still, afraid if I moved he'd stop his sensual caresses. He took my hand and led me to a chair and asked me to sit down. I did. He then took out a silk scarf from his pocket and tied it across my eyes and then fastened two others to my wrists, securing them to the arms of the chair. My breathing became short and fast and I asked him why he needed to restrain me to the chair? He replied that the senses are heightened when the body is deprived of sight and the ability to control one's environment.
Then I heard him open a drawer in his desk and shut it again. He was next to me in an instant and I felt hard, cold steel slide under my bra straps and between my breasts. Deftly, he cut off my bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing my large and very firm breasts to his gaze. The combination of excitement, nervousness and uncertainty about what was to come made my nipples harden more rigidly than ever and immediately he began to stroke my breasts with his cool hands. His fingers glided over my ripe curves avoiding the tips, causing goose bumps to stand out against my fevered skin. After many breathless moments, I felt his fingers begin grazing my rock hard nipples, so lightly at first, I wondered if I'd imagined it. My body confirmed what I had been wondering when he began lightly pinching and pulling my nipples. The sensation was heady. My head began to spin - the feeling was so gentle, so arousing. Soon he went from gently tugging and pulling my nipples to twisting them and pulling them - roughly. He tugged and pulled, harder and harder, flicking them with his fingers while I was powerless to stop him. I gasped - no one had ever touched my delicate nipples with such wicked cruelty before! I was not prepared to feel his warm, wet mouth on them. Ahhh, he sucked and nibbled my nipples until my pussy began to drip steadily with moisture. I gasped as soon as I felt his teeth - not a gentle nibble, but hard, firm bites on my nipples. His teeth bit into my sensitive tips and he grazed them from base to tip with his beautiful teeth, pulling and stretching my delicate flesh. I moaned and he commanded me to be quiet, telling me that I hadn't experienced anything yet.
