(Sorry for the long delay, I will hopefully post a lot more now that I'm free from my college submissions. This is Part 2 of the story. For those who haven't checked out the Part 1, please go read that first to enjoy this to the fullest)
After Rahim's manipulation with my mind the previous day, I was constantly thinking of his last request (or was it a command?) about me ditching the bra today. I mean, it's not a new experience for me as I've gone braless quite a few times but never on the job, that too before a class full of students whose pants get tight over any remotely sexual exhibition.
But then I thought about it. Just like Rahim said, I did get a lot of attention while teaching in the class. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided to go braless. I wore a sleeveless black top tucked into my maroon skirt just short of knee length with just black panties under.
As I entered the class, I could almost feel everyone's attention on my cleavage, which even though not outrageous, it was totally new and bold for the students who had never seen me like this. After I taught the class about independent choices and why women's roles in society must be detached from gendered norms, I was walking out of the class just when Rahim tapped on my shoulder from the back.
"Yes?" I asked, turning around, almost a bit too quickly.
"That was a great lecture, Manisha! Could we talk about it more, as I wanted to discuss more about it," Rahim replied, almost as if, nothing happened yesterday. Obviously, I did notice that he used my first name without reference to my authority, to address me, but I didn't object as I didn't want him, or any student for that matter to feel I am inaccessible for educational purposes.
"Sure, Rahim... But I have to rush home, so I can't really stay back and discuss."
"Oh, but these questions were bothering me quite a bit, and I thought who better than you, to address these, when you literally took a class on it... Any specific reason to rush home, Manisha?" At this point, I almost felt obligated to help him out, being a dutiful teacher.
"My friends are coming over this evening, and I needed to cook a nice dinner for them. Can we discuss this later?"
He looked straight into my eyes assertively and lowered his hand to my waist as he pushed my back to nudge me to walk, "It won't take more than half an hour to be honest... I can help you with dinner too, and ease your burden," he grinned and then winked, "Men can cook too, you know?"
"That... That would be nice.." was all I could muster as I couldn't find a legitimate excuse to get him out of my hair. "My apartment is just two blocks down this side."
As we continued walking through the street, we made casual conversation about the kind of food I wanted to cook, the guests who are to come and other related stuff.
When I opened the door to my apartment, he just strolled inside and made himself comfortable on the couch.
"I like your house. You live alone here? No boyfriend?"
"Its not very big, but it's adequate. I don't date. I support myself, and don't need anyone," I replied, a bit flustered that a typical male like Rahim obviously had to lurk around the concept of a male having to provide for me.
"That must be super lonely... Hey, where is the washroom? Just needed to freshen and I'll join your in the kitchen later."
"Right near the bedroom," I pointed him in the direction and kicked off my heels and then proceeded to the kitchen.
5 minutes later, Rahim came over and I told him what and how to cook the meal. I had totally forgotten about yesterday's conversation with him and was somehow comfortable even though he was in my apartment now. But as we proceeded to cook the rice, I had to pull out the basket of uncooked rice from a bottom shelf. As I bent over and tried to pull the heavy basket, I realised I'm not strong enough. I called out to him, "Rahim, can you just help me out here? Pulling this out is quite hard."
He looked at my ample behind and replied after a few seconds, "Hmm... Yeah, pulling out is definitely going to be hard," and them out of nowhere, he grabbed my hips and pulled me out of there, along with the basket. In the process, his pull was so strong that I felt a strong bulge poking me from behind, as I realised I was in a bent over position (again!) with his crotch planted in my ass.
"Ohh... Umm. Sorry about that," I immediately said, to douse the tension and quickly got up from the position, and turned around, which made my tits jiggle... "Thank you..Rahim." I realised I apologised for no reason. Why am I such a little girl around him?
"No thank you, Manisha... You obeyed." He looked at my cleavage as he said that.
"Huh? What?"
"Those girls. They are finally free. I told you to ditch the bra and you did. Good girl!"
"Oh! Um... Listen, Rahim... You're right, I do feel much freer this way. But don't take it the wrong way! I just did it for the lecture!"
"Sure sure.." He continued, in sarcasm, as he strolled out to the living room and sat on the couch, "Come here and look into my eyes and tell me with a straight face, that you didn't do it for any other reason." His voice was different now. He became too authoritative.
I followed him to where he sat and tried to muster up as much assertiveness I could, "You can't talk to me that way, Rahim. I am your Professor. But yes, I did feel free because bras are too restrictive."
"What about your panties? Did you lose them too?" He casually asked, as he reached out to the hem of my skirt in an attempt to lift it, but I tried to fend his hand off, which resulted in me losing my balance and falling over. As I got up on my knees to get up, he spoke again.
"Look, Manisha. I know women's choices matter a lot, detached from patriarchal conditioning. But why don't you admit that the only way to reject such conditioning is to rebel against them. Panties are restrictive too. What's the point of wearing skirts, if the access to wind is stopped by your underwear?"
