Kink U: Chapter One

Had you met Aubrey before her time at KU, she would have been completely unrecognizable now. Once having been a rowdy party girl, she'd never been a straight-A student. Even for the classes Aubrey tried her best in, she'd rarely achieve anything she felt was worthy of bragging about.

She tended to attribute her latest series of successes to Professor Harris. She was an inspiration if nothing else. She was an experienced educator who'd graduated from the Kink U herself.

Aubrey had no issues taking notes from Professor Harris. She wanted to take any class that Harris would teach. Aubrey hung on every word. She hardly needed to take notes anymore! It definitely helped that Professor Harris was a very attractive woman.

Professor Harris was tall with long brown hair she did up in a bun for her classes. The wisps that fell from it would frame her face in an almost effortlessly appealing way. Though she wore glasses to read, Aubrey had noticed her habit of looking over them when she looked over paperwork.

Aubrey found herself paying such attention to her professor even during study periods. Of course, these sorts of feelings were generally acceptable at KU. The university itself functioned as a complicated dominant and submissive sort of arrangement, after all. Those who wanted to attend were fully aware of this. In fact, being well versed in consent was a requirement to attend in the first place.

Aubrey shook her head clear as she made her way down the hall leading to the library. Once again, she found herself lost in her thoughts. Specifically those of Professor Harris. Aubrey didn't have any classes to attend today, but that meant it was the perfect opportunity to study. She'd brought her textbooks and notes to cram for an upcoming test.

As Aubrey made her way into the library, she made a point to check the bulletin board near the entrance. If ever there were opportunities to get involved in fun stuff around campus, she knew from experience that they would be here.

There was one specific poster that stood out to Aubrey today. It looked like it had just been printed, not a wrinkle or tear in sight. On the flier itself, a smiling nude woman was depicted in shibari under the title 'Volunteers Wanted!' It was actually rather tasteful. Below the image was a date and additional details.

Aubrey decided to take a closer look. She couldn't help but feel her curiosity rising.

The flier advertised a volunteer position in exchange for extra credit. It requested a student to participate in a demonstration of shibari for a class hosted by none other than Professor Harris herself. Aubrey felt her heart skip a beat immediately. Her mind ran a mile a minute as she swiftly tore off a strip of paper from the bottom of the ad. She folded it and slipped it into her wallet before continuing into the library.

Aubrey sat down near the back of the library before reaching for her phone. There was no way she'd be able to concentrate on studying now! Missing this opportunity was not an option in her mind. With her luck, she'd be the first and most convenient option for participation in the professor's demonstration.

A well-written and professional email was in order. Aubrey opened the app and entered the address she now remembered by heart. After all, it wouldn't befit a straight-A student to avoid asking important questions related to projects and opportunities. Aubrey felt a swell of pride. If anything, her openness should lend itself to Professor Harris allowing her to fill the offered position.

"Hello professor," Aubrey began her email as though she was formatting a letter. "I was made aware of an opportunity for extra credit through participation in a demonstration of yours."

Aubrey could feel her palms sweating as she was once again flooded with fantasies. She took a breath before fixing her stare and continuing.

"I was hoping to participate in this shibari demonstration you're offering next week."

Was it necessary to include that she was in it for the extra credit? Aubrey decided against it. She’d feel guilty for lying to her professor.

Less is more, Aubrey figured. She and Professor Harris would likely be able to work out the details in their reply chain.

She put her phone away and tried her very best to focus on her note taking. Despite her efforts, Aubrey found herself tapping her pen against her notebook instead of actually writing. That is, until her phone pinged.

"Hello, Aubrey," the professor's email began. "Thank you for your interest. Just so we're clear, you are volunteering to allow me to demonstrate shibari techniques on you for my class. The details are all on the fliers I've put up around campus. Have you briefed yourself on them?"

Aubrey swallowed before answering in the affirmative.

It was this affirmation that sealed her fate for the better.

Aubrey wasn't opposed to any aspect of their discussed plan. She arrived early before the demonstration, as Professor Harris had instructed. She walked into the empty classroom. Harris was inside at her desk grading papers.

Inside the classroom there was a short stage surrounded by chairs and desks for the students to take notes. The lights were low save for one on the desk where the professor sat.

"Come on inside," she beckoned as she turned over the page she was looking at. "You're early enough that we have time to run through all this again, just to make sure you're comfortable."

"I'm comfortable!" Aubrey said as she walked in. She immediately winced at herself. "I mean, you're right."

Professor Harris looked up from under her glasses. In the modest lighting, Aubrey decided she could see her smirk.

"Of course. So, to recap from our previous discussions, you're familiar with figure drawing classes. Namely, the position you'll be in is that of the subject. For convenience's sake, this requires you to be nude. While you're here, I will demonstrate shibari techniques for the class."

Aubrey rocked on her feet and nodded. "I understand."

"Good. Now, if at any point you feel as though you can't or don't wish to continue for any reason, what is the signal?"

"Red," Aubrey answered obediently.

"And if you're consenting to continue?"

"Green."

"Last one; What if you're approaching your limit for whatever reason but don't want to stop?"

"Yellow."

"Good girl," the professor said as she pushed up her glasses and stood. "My students should be arriving soon. You can take a seat at the front of the room while we wait. You don't need to undress yet if you don't want to."

"Thank you, professor," Aubrey fidgeted. She sat at the front of the classroom and tried her best to act natural. She found it difficult due to her pounding pulse. Once people began to filter into the room, her nerves only became more rattled.

Despite it all, Aubrey was incredibly excited already.

By the turn of the hour, Aubrey was sitting on the stage behind Professor Harris as the lecture began. For the next while, Professor Harris would go over basic introductions with her class. She gave brief descriptions of the various kinds of knots she would be utilizing on Aubrey, who found herself blushing madly just at the thought. Every minute felt like hours as she waited for her fantasies to be actualized.

"Now, my student Aubrey has kindly offered herself as a volunteer to allow me to demonstrate to you the very basics of shibari," Harris said.

This caught Aubrey's attention immediately. She sat up straight and proud, far too excited to care about the many pairs of eyes on her, at that moment nude, body.

"Shibari isn’t just about tying up your partner. It's a sensory experience that can be done well or poorly. It's important to keep the comfort of your partner in mind by accounting for the quality and texture of your ropes."

Harris stepped onto the stage beside the kneeling Aubrey and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Most neutral fibers are soft and do nicely as opposed to synthetic rope," Harris continued. "Feel this, Aubrey," she said as she handed the rope to her.

Aubrey turned the length of rope around in her hands. Professor Harris was right; it was softer than she expected. She wrapped it around her hand and pulled experimentally before releasing her grip and returning the rope to Harris.

"Feels nice," Aubrey said.

"Good," Harris smiled gently. Aubrey felt her heart skip a beat. "We'll begin with basic knots. Hands behind your back, dear"

Aubrey did as she was told quickly. She could feel her pulse pounding as Harris demonstrated basic knots to her class. Her voice was informative but alluring in its experienced tone. She felt a familiar warm fuzziness in her head. Aubrey could listen to the professor's voice for hours.

"Is that too tight?" Harris asked as she tugged gently at the ropes binding Aubrey.

With a nervous giggle, Aubrey shook her head. "No, that's really nice," she said.

"Colour?" Harris asked with a comforting smile.

Aubrey looked up at her professor happily. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away at that moment. "Green."

The professor traced her hands up Aubrey's arms. "Remember," she once again referred to her class. "Touch is as important as the rope itself. This is meant to be an intimate experience based on sensation. It's important to give your partner contrasting attention while they're bound. Gentle touch can also be employed during aftercare."

Aubrey felt as though if it were possible, she'd be purring by now.

"Now, it's important to always be gentle when binding your partner to avoid rope burn,” Harris said as she walked to stand in front of Aubrey. "To prevent loss of circulation or nerve damage, it's important to keep communication open with your partner as well. Isn't that right, Aubrey? Colour?"

"Green!" Aubrey replied quickly as she met her professor's eyes. If she didn't know how to restrain herself, she could throw herself at Harris at any second.

The professor chuckled before kneeling in front of Aubrey. "You're doing very well," she said.

Aubrey shivered and rubbed her thighs together. She twitched as she noticed the professor glance downward.

"Let's continue," Harris said as she reached for more rope. "We'll start to work around the chest area next, starting with a basic harness."

Aubrey leaned forward for the professor as she reached around her. She once again felt her head grow fuzzy as Harris worked, tying the ropes around her in a way that framed and accentuated her breasts.

"There you are, good girl," Harris muttered. "Beautiful."

Aubrey bucked her hips instinctively.

"Oh-" the professor noted under her breath. She smiled down at Aubrey knowingly before backing away, making Aubrey whine quietly. "Would you look at the time," Harris said. "It's almost time for you all to head to your next class. I will show you the best way to undo the ties I've performed and send you off with this week's reading material."

Aubrey let out heavy breaths as Harris untied her. Just the brief touches of her hands on Aubrey was enough to set her ablaze. The professor massaged Aubrey's body where the ropes had been, soothing her tender skin with warm palms. The ropes came undone with practiced ease.

"This will conclude our demonstration," Harris said. "You are all dismissed." Aubrey stretched her arms before finally standing again. As distracted as she’d been, it was amazing to be able to move her legs again.

"Except for you, Aubrey," Harris said. Interrupting the girl as she was reaching for her clothes. "I have another extra credit task for you."