by Tigger
"Look, Tess, this is all silly. You're going to get engaged to the man. You're going to marry the man. Why not just say the hell with it and jump his bones? Have you stopped to think that this is the nineteen nineties and not the eighteen nineties? It is all right for a woman to go to bed with a man before marriage, particularly when the man is the one she is going to marry?"
Theresa Donelli looked over at her slim, elegantly beautiful, blonde roommate and sighed. "The nuns simply did too good a job on me at the Home. I simply can't imagine not taking my virginity with me to my wedding bed. Besides, I think it's romantic, a special gift to the man I love."
Barb Sutton shook her beautiful blond head in confusion. "Then I don't understand this conversation, Tess. You want to stay a virgin, you stay a virgin. What am I missing here, besides the fact that the girl whose body makes every guy in our social circle at school drool, is a hopeless romantic?"
Tessa grimaced at the description of her physical attributes, the bequest of an Italian mother and father she did not remember. At five feet five inches tall, she was dark and voluptuous. The regular exercise of her physical education teaching program at college kept her trim and her body firm, but she was definitely round where girls were supposed to be round. Her breasts easily filled a 36 C cup brassiere and her fanny stopped traffic when she wore her too-tight jeans on the street.
She returned her attention to Barb. "It's just that I don't want to be inept on my wedding night. Just because I'm a virgin, that doesn't mean I have to be ignorant. Weren't harem girls trained, but still virgins at their initial presentation to the sultan? I want to be a sexy siren on my wedding night. A virginal one, but, really, I want to blow the man's socks off when we go to bed."
Barb crooked an eyebrow at her friend. "Not to disillusion you, darling, but most guys don't wear anything, including socks to bed with their women." Tessa looked at her friend and then blushed when she understood her joke. Barb threw her hands up in despair. "See, you can't even handle a semi-lewd remark without blushing like a virgin."
"I am a virgin, Barb. That's why I'm talking to you, even though I'd rather run and hide in the bathroom now. I want to get over that kind of reaction. I want to learn to be sexy, attractive. I want to learn to be a........" her voice trailed off as she seemed to gather herself, " A slut in the bedroom." She practically yelled the words to get them out. Then she seemed to wilt from the effort of the confession.
"It is rather hard to learn to be a slut when you insist on remaining 'virgo-intacto'." A thought occurred to Barb. She looked at the dark haired, olive skinned woman who was her roommate and best friend. Her lips curled at the sublimely evil little thought. It just might work. "Tess, I might know someone who could help you and preserve your technical virginity. It may be uncomfortable for you, because you are carrying an awful lot of moralistic baggage with you. You could find yourself in some downright embarrassing situations, but you wouldn't be able to quit once you start a session. In fact, you may have to do some things that you find 'dirty', but if you're serious about being trained like the Sultan's virgin concubines, I might know a man who could train you."
Tessa's heart contracted. Knots and butterflies grew in her stomach as she considered what her friend was saying. "What kind of dirty things and who is this man?"
"About the man, I'll only say that he is a trainer of women, and that I regularly submit to his training. As to what he may require of you, I can only guess. You wish to remain technically virgin. He may require you to service him in other ways. You do have more than one hole that can accept a cock, love." She grinned as her friend went scarlet again. "I'm sure he will insist on dressing you and on undressing you as he sees fit. He may punish you for failing to meet his standards by restraining you, spanking you or a combination of the two. But he is absolutely reliable. If he agrees to take you on as a trainee, he will respect your limits and you will leave him each time with your little hymen intact. The only catch is that he may not be willing to take you on with that limitation."
Tessa looked at her friend who was herself starting to look distinctly uncomfortable. "When you, what was your word for it? Oh yes, when you submit to him does he ...?" She was unable to get the words out.
Barb grinned and decided that shock tactics were in order. "Does he fuck me? Yes, Tess, he does, and quite magnificently, too. So, do you want me to put your case to him and see if he will accept your limitations and if he will grant you an interview?"
"Tess, you make this sound like some kind of private school, with tuition and everything, You know I can barely meet expenses now with my scholarship and you paying most of the household bills. I can't afford to pay such a teacher."
Now that the idea of her friend submitting to her Master had taken hold, Barb could not let it go. Born to wealthy parents and possessed of a trust fund that made her wealthy in her own right, she had not stopped to consider her orphan friend's finances when she had started this. "Not to worry, Tess. If Lord William will accept you, I will pay for your lessons as an engagement gift." Tess started to protest and Barb held up her hand for silence. "No arguments. I will pay for it. Now tell me, are you serious about being trained to be a sexy slut behind the bedroom doors or not?" Tess looked at her friend for long moments, almost in shock. Then, barely lifting her head and without looking at her friend, she nodded her acquiescence. "All right, then. I will make the arrangements with the Boyleston Academy tomorrow. You should hear one way or the other about your initial interview by the end of the week." Barb swept out of the room as Tessa sat in stunned silence, considering what she had just agreed to do.
Patrick McDonald sat in his father's throne room and wondered, not for the first time, just what the hell he was doing there. Actually, it was his father's den in the large estate house on Cape Cod, but it was still the place where his father had always reigned over his family. Now his father, Michelene McDonald, sat waiting in his high backed chair by the hearth for his son to explain why he had requested this audience and what he wanted.
Patrick swallowed hard and remembered the incident that had driven him to come to his father for help. That couldn't happen again. He couldn't go through that again. He needed help and this couldn't be any worse than that had been.
"Dad, I need your help. I may have a problem." he paused, searching for the words to describe his problems in the least damning light. There were none. His father's gaze locked on his. "Dad, I'm concerned about sex." His father's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and he gripped hard on his arm rests. "No, no, not like that. I'm concerned that I am not good enough at it, ... at sex. I had a girl, actually, she was an older woman, maybe thirty or so, the other night. God, Dad, it was a disaster." His voice broke and he looked down at his hands, shaking on the mug of Irish Coffee his father had served him. He had to get it all out. "She laughed at me, Dad. She threw me out of her apartment and laughed at me."
His father sat quietly, letting his son recover his dignity after that emotional confession. For all his apparent adulthood and strength, his tall, handsome red headed son was still gaining the experience needed for full maturity. He was still sufficiently unsure of himself to be badly hurt by such an episode. Michelene well understood the fragility of a still impressionable, twenty three year old male ego. No matter how strong he knew his son to be, Pat's own self confidence was the issue here.
He'd been a fool not to follow his instincts years ago. A caring, mature woman should have been paid to pick the boy's cherry and teach him the ways of a man with a woman, how to pleasure them both to the fullest. His wife, however, had gotten wind of the arrangements and had made his life hell for weeks until he'd finally caved in. And this --- this humiliation of his only son, was the price of that failure to follow through on what he had known to be right. "Tell me, Pat, was this your first time with a woman?" Please, God, don't make it that hard.
Patrick shook his head. "No, I was pretty popular all through high school and college. I've had more than my fair share of girls. Thought I was doing pretty well, too, But this was the first time with a really experienced woman. I thought I was doing well, but she said I didn't do anything right, and that it wasn't worth her time to teach me to treat a real woman properly. Dad, I want to be good at lovemaking, hell, I thought I was really good at lovemaking. I want the woman I'm making love with to enjoy my attentions, especially now." His voice rose with each word.
His father made his decision as he always did - quickly. His son's confidence had been badly shaken. Perhaps it was time to make up for his own failure all those years ago. But it would have to be different. The tender, gentle teaching of the erotic arts he had planned before would not work now. His son would not trust that the woman was being honest with him, that he was in fact pleasuring her. That his son would become a superb lover, Michelene had no doubt. Desire and good genes would see him through. However, his son would have to be challenged, would have to triumph over obstacles during his training so that Patrick would be sure that he had successfully achieved his goal of becoming an expert sex partner.
"Pat, how badly do you want this? How hard are you willing to work and how much are you willing to take to achieve this?" He put a challenging inflection in his voice he was certain that his athletic, competitive son would not be able to resist.
He was right. Patrick's grey eyes flashed; his shoulders and back went ramrod straight in response. "Very badly, Dad, and I'll do whatever it takes." His voice was soft, but intense.
"Excellent. I will make the arrangements today. You must understand that this will not be all fun. In fact, most of it will be strange, embarrassing and very uncomfortable for you. Some of it might even involve some pain, but you have to learn from someone you will come to trust, implicitly, not to be merely humoring you. Once you start one of these training sessions, you will not be allowed to quit until it is completed. And I will be very disappointed if you do not complete the entire course of study. Do you agree to follow the plan that I will set up for you?"
His father's words bothered him. Pain? Embarrassment? What did that mean? Well, the words about trust rang true. He had to know that he had succeeded. He made his decision. "I agree, Father."
His father smiled behind his cup. He had reacted just as expected. A chip off the old block. He'd call Lady Catherine as soon as Pat left. "Excellent. Expect to hear from the Lady Catherine at the Boyleston Academy in the next couple of days for an interview. She is very strict. She will demand that you do things you may not and will not like, but she will also bring out the best in you. Now, you need to be getting back to the city." He shook his son's hand and watched him drive down to the main road. Yes, he'd do what had to be done to repair the harm done to his son. And he'd also make sure that Catherine got the name of the bitch who had done this to Patrick. Michelene McDonald took care of his own. Then he smiled. While he was at it, he'd make an appointment for himself. It had been too long since the last time he'd had his ass warmed by the lovely Catherine.
The fireplace in their private apartment blazed as the pair came together at the end of their workday. The woman was a tall, regal ash blonde with piercing green eyes. The man was of medium height, a fraction under six feet tall with brown hair he wore in pigtail, and dark brown eyes. He poured them both brandy from a crystal decanter as they started wind down from the rigors of their day. The scene would be quite like what would be expected in most well-to-do, working couples' homes at this time of day until one noticed the manner of dress of the two,
Lord William Roberts, was resplendent in a black leather coverall affair that criss-crossed his otherwise bare, muscular chest with two four inch wide straps. His trousers were of the same black leather and were held up by the straps acting like suspenders. His outfit was completed by heavy leather biker boots and tight laced leather wrist and forearm gauntlets that covered him from wrist to elbow. From his belt hung handcuffs, a short multi-tailed whip and a rattan cane.
Lady Catherine D'Alambert (originally Cathy Davis) was equally striking in her garb. Thigh high, black leather boots increased her five feet seven inch height to well over six feet. A long line corset-like one piece covered her from an inch above the tops of her boots to just above the top of her dark aureoles. The garment combined to accentuate her trim waist and to present her very shapely breasts to anyone foolish enough to give her a thorough look, since only clients got to see her in such outfits. Full arm gloves covered her from shoulder to fingertip in skin tight leather that connected at her armpit to the leather body suit. A leather skull cap from which a two foot long pony tail of hair protruded and a belt similar to William's completed her ensemble. Handcuffs, a leather paddle and a strap hung from her belt.
The reason for the odd dress is simple; Catherine and William are professional, lifestyle dominants. Together, they owned and operated the Boyleston Academy, a facility for dominance and submission that catered to the very well-to-do in the greater Boston metropolitan area.
Located on Commonwealth Avenue, the Academy consisted of five large, stone and brick town houses in that stylishly elegant neighborhood. All in a single, uninterrupted block, the houses were indistinguishable from the other high-class townhomes on the street. In fact, the houses hid from prying eyes the finest hall of domination sex play in all of New England. All five houses were connected from the inside permitting travel from house to house without going outside.
The outer two houses formed the 'dormitories' and living quarters for the professional staff dominants and submissives who worked at the Academy. The next two inner most houses comprised the open areas of the Academy and the lower intensity training areas. The open areas were where clients changed and connected with their assigned staff member, had a drink or wound down after a session or might transact some business with other like minded individuals in absolute privacy. The low intensity training areas were where interviews with prospective clients were held, where scenes that did not involve heavy props or discipline might take place or where demonstrations and lectures could be held.
The center house was the centerpiece of the Academy; where the "dungeons" were located. Every room in that five story building was outfitted for a variety of D&S, B&D and S&M type games. Just about any scene a client might envision could be accommodated within at least one of those rooms. The only requirement was that the client had to be able to walk away after the scene was over. A client might not sit down for a few days after one of the Academy's Instructresses or Instructors finished with them, but they would walk out under their own power. Staff submissives were always protected by monitors assigned to keep the client from getting carried away. Severe penalties and fines were assessed against staff members who went too far in a session or who did not intervene in time to protect a staff submissive. Removal from staff and blackballing with other reputable establishments could be imposed for repeated failures to protect the customers or staff.
Unlike more public facilities, the Boyleston Academy did allow all varieties of sex on the premises. Sex between staff and clients was acceptable provided that the client was willing to provide medical documentation of good health on a regular basis, provided that condoms and other protective shields were used and provided that both the client and the staff member were agreeable.
Setting down his brandy, William came over behind Catherine and began to loosen the laces on his lover's corset. Although she was an honest twenty four around her waist, the corset necked her down to almost twenty inches. She sighed in near orgasmic pleasure from the release of its iron grip. She sat down and began pulling off the boots, replacing them with a pair of two and a half inch high heeled, orthopedically designed satin slippers. She sometimes wished for the comfort of flats, but she could not wear flat shoes for any length of time anymore. She'd played the fetish game too long and the outlandishly tall heels that were part of her professional persona had shrunk her Achilles tendons. No warm, snuggly bunny slippers for Cathy, she sighed to herself.
She thought fondly of the podiatrist who had diagnosed and treated her problem. She had rewarded that service by freeing his darkest, most secret fantasy. Catherine had turned into the most abject of her foot worshipping clients. She would have to call him tomorrow and get his ass in here for a session. It had been too long since his professional vocation and private avocation had treated her feet to a sublime pedicure and massage. She'd wear her rubber boots tomorrow so that she'd be truly fragrant for the poor boy.
"Who are you planning to torment now, Cat? I've seen that look before. Most recently last night." William grimaced as he sat down in his chair. His ass still stung.
Catherine's eyebrows lifted and a smirk covered her brightly painted lips. "Aw, what's the matter, poor baby, Willy's little bottom still sting from Momma Cathy's strap?" Catherine had originally been trained by William as his slave. Now that she was a full time domme, they 'switched' form time to time with one another. First with one of them as top, then, another, later session with the other taking the dominant role. Last night, she had put William through a grueling session in her favorite dungeon, culminating in a vigorous strapping and an equally vigorous fucking that had left them both drained. He'd taken her best without using the safety code word. He always did, damn him. She had broken under his cane on several occasions, although not recently and only to him. It pleased her to know that he was still feeling the burn of her strap, though.
"Yes, love, I am still feeling it. I do believe I will continue to feel it until the next time it's your turn in the barrel. I think the Eton Room will do nicely for you, then, don't you." That shut her up. She hated English style dominance almost as much as she craved it with William. He was just too damned good with that cane of his.
She cleared her throat. "How was your day? Did you meet with that girl that Barb is offering to fund with us?"
He smiled. "Yes, I did, and a unique challenge she is going to pose for us, too. I almost turned her down when I got the full story, but at the last moment, I couldn't resist." he grinned at the thought.
"Well, don't keep me in suspense, what is so special?"
"She's a virgin and she insists on remaining that way." Catherine choked on a sip of brandy and gave him an incredulous, unbelieving look. He smiled and nodded. "She wants to become sexually proficient, a slut in the bedroom as she herself put it, but she wants to remain technically a virgin. She is getting married next year and she wants to be skilled in bed, but her strict upbringing is inhibiting her from sharing her man's bed to learn how."
Catherine shook her head. "How in hell are you going to do that. I mean, we have submissives who come in and don't want sex, some who don't want penetration, some who won't do oral, but they understand and want the mind games of the scene. She can't even understand what she's asking for. Migod, to want to learn how to be a sexy little slut while staying a virgin? I'd be laughing if I didn't know you were serious."
"It will be a challenge. Tessa is a very vaginal virgin and is very shy. She probably did not even strip during gym in high school. I'm going to have her do all her initial training at least semi-nude. She has a lot of potential, though. Cute as hell and a body that won't quit. She has agreed to almost anything, other than anything that will actually break the hymen. Which is fully intact, by the way. Doc Samualson found that out during the exam. She is willing to learn what I will teach her, any way I want to teach it to her. She has also agreed to our rule that a session ends before she is allowed to leave. So I said, why not. I gave her the training kit, told her to go to the library and what to study, and signed her up for an appointment next week. We'll see how long she holds out, but I will be overseeing this one. If somebody fucks this one up, I want it to be me."
Catherine privately agreed. She had never heard of a virgin coming to a dominant to be trained for the marriage bed. Frankly it seemed ludicrous. "Strange that she should come to us. We are into D&S, not the plain vanilla stuff she seems to be interested in. Whatever was Barb thinking of? Does she have any potential in the scene at all?"
"Everyone has potential, lover, you should know that by now. In Theresa's case, she has the makings of a really fine bottom, maybe a fairly acceptable switch. I think she'll have to go a long ways in overcoming her upbringing before she's ready to do much more than an occasional switch to top. As for Barb, I don't know, but I am going to find out and then, I will deal with our very sneaky Miss Sutton. That randy blonde bitch probably did it so that I would get pissed and a little rougher with her."
"Well I had a different one myself, today. Mike McDonald's son is going to be trained as a lover. Apparently, some yuppie bitch practically traumatized the young man when he tried to make out with her. She laughed at him and he doesn't have much masculine confidence in himself anymore. I'm supposed to put him through the wringer so that he is absolutely certain that I'm not throwing him a 'mercy fuck', I believe his Dad called it. I'm going to enjoy this one. The kid is drop dead gorgeous. I'm positive he has a lot of top potential, too, but I'll need to bust his balls for him for a while, first. He's so uncertain of himself right now, that only learning as a bottom will assure him that he's learned how to please a mature woman."
"Sounds like a plan. Just make sure he does learn and that you don't go too far bottoming him out. Michelene is not someone I want for an enemy. He is too powerful in the local political machine and he knows too much about our operation. He could shut us down in a heartbeat."
Catherine grimaced. "I know. I would have turned him down for that reason if I thought I could. McDonald was too adamant. Anyway, I gave him the starter kit, too, gave him the reading assignment, and told him to be here next Monday. I wish I didn't feel threatened by his father, though. There is something about this kid that gets to me. I could really have some fun with him if I were free to let go."
William sipped at his brandy and considered his lover. He'd have to do something drastic about the nudity of her ring finger one of these days. Good thing he wasn't the jealous type. "Well, don't let go until you are sure what you are dealing with. If that experience was as bad as you've said it was, you will have all you can do just putting him back together again." She nodded her agreement. It sounded as if they both had all they could handle with their new students.
Patrick.
Pat arrived at the Commonwealth Avenue address fifteen minutes early. The assignment that the woman had given him had been very odd. The book he thought he understood, but those things in the box? Dad had not been kidding when he said it would be strange.
Patrick was ushered through a long hallway (it seemed far too long for the townhouse) to a modern, well appointed office. Odd that it did not have windows. Nothing had been explained to him so he stood in front of the desk, waiting. He noticed that there was only one chair in the room and that was behind the desk. He would not sit there.
Ten minutes late, the woman who had interviewed him swept into the room followed by someone carrying a folding chair. The chair was setup opposite the desk. The woman moved directly to the desk and sat, saying nothing. She was dressed in a stylish business suit in a olive green that suited her coloring. She seemed incredibly tall for a woman until he realized she was wearing unusually tall high heels. Manners learned the hard way in his father's house came to the fore and he waited to be invited to sit. "Sit, sit." she gestured impatiently, her face severe and scowling. "Patrick, you are here because you want to be, at least as far as I understood our last visit. This is your last chance to back out today. When I send you off to be readied for today's session, all doors out of this Academy are locked to you until I release you from instruction. Do you understand that?" Patrick nodded. They had agreed on that aspect of this the last time.
"Very well. I will now explain the rules and some of the whys for the early parts of your instruction. First, what has your father told you about me and about the Academy?
"Only that you were very strict and that the course of study would not be very pleasant, that it would involve doing things I would not necessarily like."
Green eyes locked onto and held grey. "All of that is true, Patrick. First of all, since you do not seem to know, the Academy is a house of domination. Sadomasochism is often confused with pure dominance and submission, but we can do true S&M here, too. You have been sent to me as a trainee. You want to be trained to a superb degree of proficiency in pleasuring a woman. I intend to do that, but I will do it in my own way. I am what is referred to as a dominatrix." Patrick's eyes went round. He had heard of such women and he was not all that sure he wanted anything to do with one. What the hell was his father thinking of?
"I am indeed strict. I can be very severe and when I train you, it will be as a bottom, a submissive. It will be as a slave. You will learn every nuance of female sexuality. You will learn to read her responses and react accordingly. As my submissive, you will become intensely sensitive to the needs and desires of your partner and you will become highly skilled at meeting them. Failures will be dealt with by punishment. You will not enjoy those experiences so I suggest that you keep them to a bare minimum by being exemplary in your studies and in your performance. During instruction sessions, you will do exactly as I direct until the lesson is over on penalty of punishment. We agreed on your limits last time. For the most part, they are acceptable, but some will need to be stretched later in the training. We will discuss that more at the proper time. Now, before we go any further, do you have any last questions?"
Patrick looked at the icily beautiful woman seated across from him. This talk of her kinky lifestyle and punishment, well, it scared the hell out of him. Probably what she intended. He did not know her from Adam, but his Dad did, and his Dad trusted her. That said it all. Only one niggling question remained. "This is not your normal business. I know enough about how I feel to realize that I am a mental and emotional wreck. Are you qualified to deal with that aspect of this?"
Catherine smiled at him for the first time and then caught herself. The kid was quick, she'd have to watch that. "I am a board certified clinical psychologist with a PhD in psychology. I am also trained as, but have never formally worked as, a sex therapist." William had ordered that when she had been his slave. "I am qualified to recognize problems as they occur. If I cannot deal with them, I have access to practicing professionals who can. Anything else?"
Here it was, the point of now return. Patrick swallowed, and shaking his head, "No, ma'am."
"Are you ready and willing to continue into the session I have planned for you today?"
His voice cracked and he swallowed to clear his throat, "Yes, ma'am.'
The woman's demeanor visibly changed, becoming harder, sterner. Patrick had not thought that possible. "Very well. From now on, here at the Academy and when we are alone, I am Lady Catherine and you will always respond to me as 'Milady'. If I don't want that, I will so order it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"First failing, patty, I said 'from now on'. You have just earned your first disciplinary demerit at the Boyleston Academy. Congratulations." She touched a button on her desk and the door opened to admit a petite young Asian girl, dressed in a nurse's outfit. A very strange nurse's outfit. The oddly shiny white dress suit was so short he could see her garters holding up her white hosiery, and the dress smelled funny, too. He stood at her entry. "Follow this woman's orders explicitly. She will give me a full accounting of your failings. Take your training kit, but leave the book you brought for me to review. You may go."
Catherine felt she needed to get patrick's attention quickly. Everything she had learned about him in the last week said that he was simply too sharp and too inherently dominant for this to work unless she kept him off balance. Her consultations with a client who was a psychologist had confirmed her opinion. She had to keep him down until his natural confidence and strength brought him back all way. She could not make it too easy for him, so she intended that he be very hard, indeed.
Patrick was in a state of shock when the nurse had left him in this room. She had made him strip, take a shower and then lay on an examining table. The next thing he knew, he was restrained hand and foot to the sides of the table. She had then hung something next to him that he recognized from his childhood, an enema bag.
The nurse saw his eyes go wide and had giggled. "Oh, don't worry about that today, that will be later in the course. I just need the water." A bedpan appeared beneath him and the woman had proceeded to shave his cock and balls smooth. He had been unable to resist her ministrations and in spite of himself gotten hard. She had dealt with that with firm slaps that bounced his cock off his lower belly. The shock had shrunk him. A very tight, surgical elastic band at the base of his penis prevented recurrence. She had fitted him with a cage like device that covered his whole pubic region. A mesh cylinder surrounded his dick and made it point down, and then the entire region was covered by another mesh cage that was shaped like the plastic cup he wore when he played football. The device was held in place by something that looked for all the world like a leather jock strap. She had released him and had fitted the waist and ass cheek straps, pulling them tight and then 'clicking' them in place.
She had then led him nude to a room empty of all furniture except for a single chair. The nurse told him he was to kneel in front of the chair and to await the Lady Catherine, then she had left.
Catherine arrived shortly afterwards. She was still in the skirt he'd seen, but she had shed the jacket and had undone her hair to let it fall freely. She sat in the chair and immediately crossed her legs, her left foot extended towards Patrick. She held his book and read a sheet of paper as he waited for it to begin. "Well, patty, you seem to be off to a flying start. Slow in the shower, resisting restraint, developing an erection without permission, resisting depilitation, complaining about your cockcage and laggardly behavior in route to the session. Those are all demerits." She clucked her tongue in mock disappointment.
"For your information, one of the most common mistakes the male makes is paying too much attention to his dick and not enough to his partner. Until I say otherwise, all of your training will be done locked in that cage so you won't have to worry about yourself, only me. Let us begin. You will always greet your Instructress by kneeling, bowing to the floor and then kissing the toe of her foot or shoe. You may proceed."
Patrick stifled a surge of white hot anger and obeyed. At least her shoes were clean. "Well done, patty. Now, open your training box. This part of the training is so that you will know all of the technically correct names for the various parts of the male and female sexual organs. Dick and pussy may be all well and good in their places, but you will need to know the real words for some of the more advanced studies here. The toys you have there are the finest money can buy. I'm sure you have heard of dildoes before, although this is a particularly fine one, complete with lifelike attachments. The female genital model is also of the finest quality. Both are unique in that they are intended to be worn by members of the opposite sex who like to imitate the other." He looked closer at them. In fact, each toy was integral to a flesh colored 'panty' that could be worn like shorts. "I see you understand. A little cosmetic blending and viola, instant pussy. Ever wonder what you'd look like as a girl, patty? For our purposes, for now anyway," and she gave the word 'now' a sinister inflection, "since they are anatomically correct, you can use them for study. There is the added benefit that since I am not going to allow someone as untrained as you near my body, and since your equipment is, ahhh, out of commission, we will use them now for your first exam."
Her tone changed to one of exaggerated, condescending amazement. "You did do well in your selection of a book. Most silly boys bring me 'the Joy of Sex' or some such thing. This book on human physiology is perfect. Now, let's see what you have learned. Acceptable performance is perfection, patty. You receive a demerit for each incorrect answer. Now, with your tongue, lick the labia majora."
Patrick dropped the toy in surprise and stared at the woman. "With... my ... tongue?" He stammered and then remembered to hastily add, "Milady?"
Catherine lifted her thin brows theatrically in response to his question. "Well, patty, you must point out the features in some way. I prefer that you do it with your tongue. It will be good practice for you in the coming lessons." Her voice hardened suddenly, "And that is another demerit, young man. Now, where is the labia majora?"
The session was grueling for Patrick. He had studied carefully, but the questions came fast and furious, and he was certain every question he answered incorrectly was asked again, repeatedly, to run up the total of incorrect answers. Having to lick parts of the male organ also embarrassed him terribly, particularly when Catherine made him suck the thing into his mouth to 'point' to the entire foreskin at once. She had told him that he appeared to have more potential as a cock sucker than as a pussy lapper. "Sure don't want one of the gay male Masters to take over your instruction, patty? It would only take one little phone call." She got the reaction she had wanted - instant rebellion and the awarding of yet another demerit.
When she had worked out all she could from the scene, she stood and made a show of counting. "Let's see, patty, that's 3 demerits for failures to use my title, six for your misbehavior with the nurse, 24 incorrect answers and six instances of rebellious or bad behavior. That's thirty six demerits. A new record for a first timer." She walked around behind him and landed a stinging slap across his ass. He jerked up in shock only to be shoved back to the floor by a high heeled shoe in the back. "That's only a sample of what's in store if you don't get it together, young man. You won't sit for a week if I get really upset." A clicking sound like a clock being wound came from behind him, then he heard her walk over to the door and open it. "May, he's all yours." she returned to Pat. "You're done for the day. Your assignment is to practice licking your pussy twenty minutes a day. May will give you an instructional video. You will also be reexamined for your pitiful performance today.
"I was going to bring you back sooner, but you can't come back for at least three days. That appliance you are wearing has a time lock that I have just set for two hours for every demerit. Next time, it will be four hours. You can pee, provided you sit like a girl to do it, and you can bathe, which I suggest you do to keep it clean. I expect it back undamaged when you return." With that, she left the room.
A soft voice called him back from his confusion. "She wasn't fooling, you know. The lock is set for seventy two hours and will not open until then. In an emergency, you can cut it off, but other than for that reason, don't expect to be permitted to continue here if you do damage the belt." It was the nurse. "Now, come along, and we'll get you cleaned up and out of here."
Standing on knees stiff from kneeling for too long, Patrick followed the woman in the nurse's outfit, wondering if he would continue here, wondering if it was worth this type of humiliation.
Theresa
William watched his young charge carefully. Hidden cameras monitored everything that went on in training rooms so that the safety of all participants could be assured. Now, he used that camera to watch Theresa. God, but she was one beautiful female. It had been a long time since he'd seen breasts that large and well shaped that did not sag at least a little bit. Hmmm, her nipples are erect. Hope that means she is at least a little excited and not that she's too cold. May had stripped the girl, but he had ordered that Tessa's pubic hair not be shaved, at least for now. The girl was not ready for that. Hell, he did not think she was ready for any of this, but he had to start somehow.
He looked at himself in the mirror. T-shirt, jeans and Reeboks. Not his normal dominant apparel, but if he showed up in full leathers, that gal would head for the hills. No, she'd have enough to deal with just having him in the room while she was wearing only her skin. Well, time to get this show on the road. We'll find out how well May did teaching the girl to greet an Instructor.
Tessa heard the door open and turned to see the man who entered. It was the man who had interviewed her last week and who had just sent her off with that female in the nurse costume. He sat in the chair in front of her and she then recalled the last instructions she had been given. Kneeling, with her knees as wide as possible, she settled her bare bum onto her ankles and bowed gracefully until her forehead touched the floor, her hands extended toward him, palm up. "Very good, Tessa. Your performance has saved May a spanking." She started to rise. "No, hold your position until I tell you to rise. I guess May gets her spanking, after all. Now, Tessa, from now on, my name is Lord William and you will address me as 'milord'. We will start and end each session with your obeisance to me as your Instructor. Do you understand?"
The position was sufficiently uncomfortable that Tess momentarily forgot her embarrassment at being nude. "Yes, milord."
"Excellent. You may rise to your knees. Now, today, I'm going to ensure that you know enough about the male and female sexual organs to become the slut you desire to be. We start with the correct names for the various parts of the male and female sexual organs. That way when I say dick and pussy to you, you can associate that to something that doesn't offend your virginal sensibilities." She blushed at the reference. Good, he needed something to tease her with when the training got too intense. Something that would break the tension for a few seconds. Her embarrassment over being a virgin would do the trick.
"Open your training box. The toys are completely true to life. You will become very familiar and adept at handling both these and other toys, as well as the real things. The genitalia models are of the finest quality. You are too naive to understand why we use them, but the fact that each toy has a flesh colored 'panty' that can be worn like pants should give you a hint. However, they are anatomically correct and you can use them for study and practice. Now we will see how well you have learned your lesson. Show me the clitoris, please."
Relieved to be distracted from the situation she was in, Tess reached for the female model only to be stopped by William. "No, no. You have a perfectly adequate, working version of the female equipment already. I want you to show me on your own body where each of the parts are. I want you to get used to being your pussy touched. Oh, and do make sure you keep that hair out of my way. I need to make sure that you are pointing to the correct parts. Your answer was too slow. That is a demerit. Now where is your clitoris?"
Tessa wanted to melt into the floor, but she remembered her goal. Slowly she slipped her hands between her legs and parted the rich, thick thatch of hair to point to her hardening little clitoris. A shock of something almost pleasurable coursed through her as her fingernail brushed the erected bud. William smiled as he saw her shivering response.
At the end of the session, she again made her obeisance. She was shuddering with the humiliation and emotion of the experience. She had exposed, in the most minute detail, her most private feminine secrets to a man she had only known for a few days. He had left her no shred of modesty or dignity. He had even commented on how wet her fingers were getting. At least, he'd allowed her to take the male part of the exam using that dildo thing. She did not have know what she would have done if William had made her use his own penis for her demonstration.
"Very well, Theresa. You have earned a total of 26 demerits, mostly for not getting all of that hair out of my way so that I could see if you had the correct answer. We will have to do something about that." He walked to the door and came back in holding a leather and metal contraption that he started fitting about her shoulders and chest. One of two connected metal rings was set around each of her breasts and pressed tightly against her chest. Thin leather strips connected each of those rings to a smaller ring. The strips were adjusted so that the smaller rings were snugged up tightly around her nipples. A wide strap pulled the entire contraption tight, snapping together around behind her back. It made her feel like she was all nipple. Shoulder straps pulled her breasts abnormally high up on her chest and a snaplink pulled her nipples together. A small metal ball was suspended on a chain from the top of each nipple ring so that the chains rested lightly against her already rigid nipples.
"Your assignment for next week is two fold. You will begin practicing oral sex on the dildo. May will give you an instructional video. You are to watch it every night and you are to practice twenty minutes a day. Secondly, I want you to start masturbating at least twice a day. In the unlikely event you don't know how, May has a tape on that as well. Next week, we will continue your testing, start learning how to properly suck cock and you will entertain me by playing with yourself to an orgasm." He walked to the door, opened it and called for the nurse. "That discipline bra is locked in the back. I will mail the key to you tomorrow morning. With any luck, you will have it off by Wednesday night. May will explain emergency procedures to you. Until next time, that is, if you don't chicken out." She heard him leave the room. Was she alone? Should she stand and leave?
A new voice spoke. It was May, the nurse. "I will explain about the bra. There is an emergency lock release switch on the front of the bra." She pointed to a lever on the small ring connecting the two larger rings on her breasts. "You are to use it if you are hurt, ill or in some way endangered by the presence of the bra. That lever is a one time only switch and it will be obvious that is how the device was removed. If you remove it and you do not have an adequate reason, you will not be allowed to return here. You may rise now. Please follow me and we will get you cleaned up and on your way."
Tessa stood and started to walk after the woman when she stopped in shock. The ball chains bounced gently off her nipples with each step. Every step, every movement she made caused that infernal thing to tease her. May stopped and turned to locate her charge. "I see you've found the disciplinary aspect of that device. It won't harm you, but you may find yourself getting quite excited if you walk too quickly. You might want to stick to sweaters that won't pucker on your nipples till you get the key. Now come along. We have much to do." Sighing, Tessa followed the petite figure, trying to move without too much stimulation."
"I tell you, Catherine, if I had made May shave that girl, I would have been hard pressed to find anything wrong to assign the demerits for. She must have a photographic memory to go along with that incredible body of hers. And finding a way to discipline her was a trick, too. I am just glad we had that new discipline bra. I can't use a pussy plug on her and she's not trained for anything anal yet. She was so turned on she could hardly sit still, but didn't even realize what was happening to her. This gal has real potential. Wait until you see the tape of her. I almost lost her, though, with the trick of having her use herself as a live model for the exam. I had to back off quickly. If I'd pulled out my cock for her to complete the exam, I think she would have panicked - big time. I would never been able to pull off the 'point with your tongue' trick."
Catherine was sitting in her favorite chair with her eyes closed in a stress relaxation exercise. "Well, I had to do something to knock the legs out from under him. May told me that except for the initial jolt of being bound, he was steadily recovering from the shock I laid on him in the office. I thought being told he was a slave would have kept him open and receptive to suggestion for at least a while. I don't mind telling you I feel like I'm juggling dynamite with McDonald. That kid does not have the slightest natural inclination as a bottom. When his self confidence reasserts itself, and it will, I am going to be hard pressed to control that scene. I have this vision of finding myself over his knee screaming for the protectors."
"Don't worry, Luv, I'll protect you."
She gave him a dirty look. "Who said I wanted to be protected by you? Seriously, though, Pat is a very powerful man. We need to be ready for that eventuality. This is not a regular scene. I am not playing with someone who is into the mindgame here and enjoying my power plays. This is an emotionally charged young man who is being forced into a role that is unnatural for him. Christ, he didn't even have a hardon when I left. He probably won't jerk off when the timer releases him, either. He is too sharp and too angry to accept the rules of this game for long. He is smart, too smart. I had all I could do to get enough demerits to punish him adequately. I don't think I went too far, but I just don't know."
"Want me to be in the monitor room for the next scene?"
She nodded. "I don't know how he'll react to the first pussy eating lesson. I don't think he will respond like one of our regulars. I mean, they get into the scene and get off on the humiliation aspects of it. Pat is too much his father's son with none of the calming effects of his dad's experience. The scene can go one of three ways and two of them are bad."
William grimaced. "If it's any consolation, I don't know how Tess is going to handle that either. She's going to need to see and handle a live cock sooner or later. I'm just not sure I want it to be mine. The thought of someone with a firm grip on that part of me having a major anxiety attack is enough to give me an anxiety attack. With regards to Pat, do you want to back off from the plan? We could give him a less demanding scene and probably still get the same results. I don't want you in danger and if you are right and he doesn't have any interest or inclination for bottoming, you could be hurt if he goes sour."
"My gut says he won't hurt me. He may retaliate in kind and the worst that would happen then is I won't sit down comfortably for a few days." She frowned. "I think we try to stick to the plan. It has the best chance for the quickest turnaround, but I will reserve the right to revisit that decision if the need arises. It is going to be close, though, damnably close. We are pushing very near the edge of his control." She considered the color of the brandy in her snifter. "I just wish I didn't have to be the one pushing."
Amazing, simply amazing, William mused to himself. His little virgin had taken a step that he thought she would not be ready for until much later in the program. One he expected that she would have had to been 'coerced' into permitting. Her pussy was completely clean shaven. She had decided, based on the demerits he had assessed to remove the cause of the bulk of his findings of failure. She did not look that frightened, and May had said that she had shown no signs of undue discomfort from the discipline bra, so he had to assume she did it freely. Amazing.
Tessa wished he would make some comment about the condition of her pubic mound. She had done it for him. In this wide open kneeling position he demanded of her, he could not help but notice. Had she done the correct thing? She hoped so because it was very strange to feel so bare down there. She had been the first girl in her school to get hair. She was used to having it and now, well, now she felt even more exposed than she had last week.
"Well, Theresa, today we will start with your actual training as a sexual animal. We will start with what is arguably, the single most desired and requested sex act by the male of the human species. Your studies for this week should have given you a thorough grounding in the concept. The technical name is fellatio. More commonly it is referred to as either French style or more crudely, cock sucking. What can you tell me about the general technique from your studies?"
Tessa thought about the tape she had played almost twenty times since she'd gotten it last week. The first time, she had not been able to believe that something that large would go so far into a woman's mouth. She had tried to emulate the woman's performance with the dildo she had and had only been able to get about half of the eight inch device (she had measured it after her first try) into her mouth before she started gagging. Lately, she had been able to get almost six inches of it down. "Well, milord, it seems to really be a combination of things. Initially, the idea seems to be to suck on the penis until it starts to erect, then the tongue is used in the vicinity of the glans and the underseam to tease the erection. Hand manipulation in conjunction with sucking the erect penis in and out of the mouth appears to be the final impetus to orgasm." She smiled at being able to state the process without blushing and stammering.
"All very clinical and consistent with the tape you were told to study. What do you suppose are some of the dangers, particularly to your partner?" Tessa could not see any problems. None of the men in the tape seemed to have any problems. They seemed to spill the semen into the women's faces with remarkable ease and quantity. "Tessa, think, what do you normally put in your mouth? Food, and what do you do with food? You chew it - with.... your....teeth."
"But, but, none of the women in the tape bit the men on their .." Tess felt herself blush.
"No, they did not bite the men on their cocks. Those women are highly skilled, most probably bit their first cock in the back of their boyfriend's car when they were still in training bras. And you just forgot my title." He grinned. She was difficult to assess legit demerits on; he'd take all he could get. "Today, you will get your first supervised cock sucking practice. Instructress Marielle, our staff trainer in charge of female submissives will oversee your practice." A tall woman entered wearing high heeled boots, a very short leather skirt and a leather halter. She carried what appeared to be paddle like the sororities used for pledges, only its business end was also made of leather. Tessa merely stared at her, forgetting everything except the remarkable outfit this woman wore. She heard William chuckle. "You did not make your obeisance to your instructor, Theresa. You owe another demerit. Until she returns you to me, she is now your Instructress."
Hastily, Tess made her deep, kneeling bow. The woman, in an almost gentle voice, told her to rise and follow her. Tess nearly had to jog to keep up. They went into another room down the corridor. Once inside, the Mistress told her to kneel. "You are still new here, so I will not report your laggardly behavior to Lord William, but that is the last boon I will grant you. Your task today is to demonstrate what you have learned from the video and to have your many errors pointed out and corrected. Since none of our Masters want to trust their cocks to such an inept mouth as yours, nor do any of the dominants want to risk their slaves, you will practice on special models designed for that function." She reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a bright green pill which she handed to Tess. "Chew this thoroughly. Keep chewing until I tell you that you may swallow." Tessa looked at the pill and hesitated. She looked at the Mistress with real fear in her eyes. Momentarily, the demeanor softened. "Go ahead, girl, and do as I said. It is only a non toxic dye, similar to what your dentist uses to locate and remove plaque. In case no one has told you, no drugs of any kind, and that includes alcohol are allowed in a scene at the Academy. Anyone, client or staff, found to be under the influence of some agent during a scene is immediately and permanently removed from the premises. You need have no worry on that score." The voice hardened. "You only need to worry about the demerits you keep piling up by failing to obey your assigned Instructress! Now chew on that tablet!" Tessa chewed.
After what seemed to be an eternity, she was allowed to swallow the vile tasting thing and rinse her mouth out. It helped a little. The Mistress made her crawl into an adjoining room. In the room were four male mannequins: one standing, one seated and two lying on the floor. All sported anatomically correct erections that were equal in size or larger than the toy she had been using to imitate the women in the movie.
A gently stinging smack on her bottom with the paddle brought Tessa back to reality. "These represent the most common positions the male will assume to receive your oral worship. Seated or standing, so that you will kneel in front of him to accept his cock; and laying down, either with you between his legs, or with you in a free form position that might turn into a sixty nine if you are a very good girl." Tessa wasn't sure what a sixty nine was, but she decided it must be nice. "You will practice in each of the positions today. The cocks you will suck are made of a material that is lifelike in texture so you will get the correct tactile feedback. The material also reacts strongly to contact with the dye staining your teeth. If those dicks come out with green teeth marks, you bit your man's cock. That is not allowed. We will begin with the most submissive position, the Master seated while you worship his cock with your slave slut mouth. Begin."
The session took almost two hours. Thirty minutes on each mannequin. The first one had looked like she had carefully painted it green and chewed on it. She improved with each cock she sucked, although, privately Tessa thought the improvement was probably just as much the dye wearing off as it was improvement in skill level. After each trial, Mistress would dutifully count the number of bite marks and record them on a clipboard. Finally, her jaws aching from the unusual exercise, Tessa was told to follow the Mistress back to Lord William.
Lord William received the clipboard from the Mistress with great ceremony. He took one look at it and snapped at Tessa. "Assume your position of obeisance!" Tessa practically tripped over herself getting into position. "Did you learn nothing from our instructional tapes? By Mistress' count, you would have bitten me over one hundred times, one hundred and twelve to be exact, in the last two hours. That is unacceptable. You will be disciplined. On your hands and knees, head down and crawl over to me."
Tessa did as she was told and suddenly found herself lifted from the floor to end up face down over Lord William's lap. "Each bite is a demerit, Theresa. With your other failings today, that is one hundred twenty demerits. You will be spanked like a little girl who cannot do as she is told. I will spank you for one minute for every ten demerits. Mistress, would you please restrain her hands?"
Marielle clipped two cuffs to Tessa's hands. She then straddled the girl's outstretched arms and attached the cuffs to the back of the belt that she wore. This pulled Tessa's face directly into Marielle's leather clad crotch, nose first. If Marielle had not been wearing the leather panties that matched her skirt, Tessa realized she would have gotten her first pussy eating lesson. A strange tingling started in her own crotch at the thought of doing that to another woman.
William struck with a loud splat sound on her still relaxed buttocks. William maintained a steady pace, working at arousing rather than stinging. His blows were placed so that the pouting pouch of her pussy was teased by errant fingers regularly. Gradually, those fingers came back moist with spendings from the inexperienced, but highly aroused girl.
Tessa's stomach was starting to clutch in excitement, she arched to try and meet each succeeding blow, her nose kept bouncing off the leather shielded crotch of the woman whose very body restrained her own. She started to moan in pleasure, to beg for more, what she did not quite know, but she knew she wanted more. The woman in front of her became a tormenting, teasing mystery to her. Without thought she started to babble. "Mistress, please, let me taste you, between your legs. Please, I won't bite, please, just a taste?"
Amazed, William decided to give her what she wanted and nodded to Marielle. Two snaps released the waist band of the leather g-string and lightly haired pussy now bounced off Tessa's nose in time to William's spanks. Daringly, Tessa buried her tongue into the spicy wetness in front of her, only to have the Mistress arch into her. William was teasing more than spanking now, gauging the excitement level of both women, carefully teasing Tess to the edge of orgasm, but backing off just before she came. Suddenly, Marielle's hands locked onto Tessa's head, holding her, trying to pull her deeper into the core of her cunt. Biting her lips to keep from making any encouraging sounds, Marielle started to orgasm, and William tripped the wire on Tessa causing her to follow the Mistress into climax.
It took several minutes for the two women to recover. Marielle released Tessa's head and William eased her to floor, where she made her obeisance to the two departing dominants. May came in to escort her to the dressing room where cold cream was applied to warm and tingling buttocks.
William watched the scene unfolding on the monitor grimly. Catherine had been correct in her assessment of Patrick's physical development; the kid was a rock. A legitimate six feet two inches tall and 210 pounds of sinewy muscle. Not a body builder, Patrick had the well defined musculature of an endurance athlete. William hoped nothing went wrong with the session as he knew that Pat could do serious damage before he could be brought under control. Just to be safe, he shook the arm of the senior monitor on watch and indicated the monitor he wanted watched.
Catherine was dressed in red latex today. A bright scarlet body suit that molded to her breasts and ass like a second skin. The latex was so thin and so tightly stretched that the dark circles of her nipples and the mound of her pussy hair was immediately visible. Matching heels, gloves and a silvery tiara completed her outfit. She was a fetishist's dream and Patrick did not even seem to notice. For that reason and others, Catherine was not comfortable with today's agenda. A standard lesson with a standard plot line and climax, this scenario normally went quite well and the bottom ended up actively playing and enjoying the game as well as its final 'reward'. However, Pat was not a standard bottom and he was not going to play along.
He was plainly furious at being immediately put back into the cockcage. The barely controlled anger was interfering with the scene and would interfere with her control of it. One thing was clear, Whatever else she did with him or to him, she would not send him home with that device locked on today. In fact, calm, cool, up-for-anything May had told her after dropping Pat off in the session room, that there was no way she wanted to put that on him again after he'd worn it for a post scene discipline period. She would unlock it herself at the end of the day if Catherine even thought about it. Perhaps a slight misdirection would help.
She walked to where Patrick knelt, glaring at her. She gave him a light, stinging smack with her pointer and said in a brisk voice, carefully devoid of last week's sarcasm. "Up, up. Come on, stand up and come to attention. I wish to inspect you." Her quarry stood and came to rigid attention. God, he was so stiff. Steeling herself, she walked around him slowly, looking at him from foot to head. Every once in a while, she would prod him gently with her schoolroom pointer, or she would stroke and squeeze a muscular arm or leg. She moved be hind him and prodded his ass crease to get his attention. Hard muscles clenched at the pointer, holding it in place. Just as she had hoped.
"At ease, patty." Again, his reaction was as she hoped. He assumed the classic military stance with his feet spread and his hands clasped behind his back. The pointer fell to the floor when he relaxed because she no longer held it. In the moment it took him to realize that fact, she had locked both wrists in a pair of handcuffs. Success. For all his promised cooperation, he was too angry for her to have been confident of his willing acquiescence to the bonds. And in his current mood, there was no way she'd complete this scene with him unrestrained.
For a moment, she considered simply leaving him bound and cancelling the scene. The bulging of his arm muscles as he fought the cuffs gave her real concern. He simply could not let go and let her lead him through the mindplay. She was just about to signal for William when she decided that she had to try.
In a light, teasing, breathy voice, she whispered into his ear, "You might as well stop trying. They are police issue. They won't break, but you might, patty. Now be a good boy and relax." She tried to gentle him by lightly stroking his back. She had to reach him. "The cuffs will come off when I say they do, not before. Now, this little game of mine could be fun, if you only let it, or it can be very hard if you fight me. Why don't you try it my way, this week. You will do what I want, eventually, because you can't leave until I say you can, remember? Play my game and you can leave." Still stroking him, she watched him as he visibly tried to control his emotions. God, she had never had to offer a bottom that carrot to let go, before.
His face relaxed, then went blank. "Very well, milady. I'm ready." The dull monotone of his response did not give her much hope. Grimly, she pressed on.
She a attached a leash to the front of his cockcage and pulling the leash over her shoulder looked back at him with a smirk she did not feel. "Follow me, slave." If he wasn't going to play, he'd get the full treatment. Maybe she had read him wrong, after all. Maybe, he was one of those rare bottoms who wanted to be overcome. She didn't think so, but she would see. She sauntered out the door, making sure her hips rolled seductively as she dragged him behind her by his cock.
When they reached the training room, his cock was uncomfortably hard in the cage. He was not immune to her more blatant charms. Maybe that was what was called for.
The room again had four mannequins, this time female, in various poses. One sat in a languid, legs open pose. One stood, one leg precariously uplifted, with a vicious looking high heeled shoe on the raised foot. One was lying down and the other was held off the floor, in a crouching position with the knees near the simulated breasts, the ass just above the ankles. She pulled him over to the standing model and made him kneel in front of it. She then positioned him so that the raised foot rested heel down on his shoulder. The fake pussy was in front of him, another of those anatomically correct toys like the one he was supposed to practice his oral lovemaking on each night.
Catherine tied his leash to a ring in the floor behind the mannequin. He couldn't pull away and he could not go through the dummy. He was trapped, his hands still locked behind him. "This is a very sophisticated training tool, patty. The pussy will secrete a liquid the consistency, flavor and aroma of the real thing. Depending on my mood, the secretion can be clean and light, or it can be like the woman hasn't bathed in a month. Why, I can even give you the experience of slurping out a pussy full of male cum. Simulated, but very realistic tasting, I assure you, although maybe next week I will have May milk you so you can experience the real thing, hmmmm?" Patrick simply stared at the fake vagina in front of him.
Would he ever react? All she wanted was for this to be over, at least her part of it.
"Very well, if you won't play with me, we will just go do it the hard way. Reach up and touch the clitoris with your tongue, you know how to do that at least." Her reference to the prior week's lesson made him flush. Well, that was a reaction. He had to stretch up his torso to reach the goal and the heel pressed uncomfortably into his shoulder as he took the mannequin's weight. Carefully, he touched the rubbery nub with the tip of his tongue. All hell broke loose. Sirens wailed and bells rang. Pat jumped in surprise only to pull up sharply against the leash on the cockcage. The belt and not his cock, took the shock, but it still held him fast.
"An object lesson, patty. Pussy eating should be an art form to the truly exemplary lover of women. The pussy should be explored, tasted delicately, savored by the lover's active, questing tongue. Your hands are restrained so that only your lips and tongue can make love. Oral love is not a sprint to get the woman's pussy wet. It is the most basic, unselfish form of worshiping a woman. The clitoris should be tempted, teased, cajoled out its hiding hood with gentle caresses that promise but never touch the clitoris proper unless you have been given permission to give your woman an orgasm. The exemplary lover wants the recipient of oral worship to be mad with need for orgasm. You want your lover to beg you for her release. Ergo, we have devised this test. If your tongue directly touches the clitoris, the alarm will sound and you will be assessed a demerit. You are to sensuously, lovingly ply your tongue to your lover's pussy. After fifteen minutes, I will grade your technique and move you to the next station. Do you understand your instructions?"
That same dead voice answered. "Yes, Milady."
Enough, she thought, "Begin." Surprisingly, he did. She watched him carefully. He was doing a fairly adequate job. He was not as enthusiastic as a normal client, but she supposed that this was the best she could expect. The alarm went off. He jumped and it went off again. Calmly, she marked down the demerits. She already knew how many he would get, That, too was part of the scenario, but she made a show of keeping track.
They progressed through the remaining stations without further words. Catherine would tug him to the next model, tie his leash in place and tell him to begin. The seated model, languidly accepting the oral efforts of her submissively kneeling lover. The female superior model where Pat was made to lie on his back. The model was lowered onto his mouth so that the mannequin crouched over, sitting on his face. She teased him with the possibility that the mannequin might be able to pass wind onto his face but got no reaction other than single minded absorption in completing the task.
The last station was the critical one for the normally planned climax of the scene. Restrained between the legs of the supine model, his weight was forward on his knees, his ass was raised. Unable to support his upper body with his arms, only his back and mouth held him up. Finally it was over. He started to rise, but a weight pushed him back down, nose first into the fake pussy. Catherine was sitting on his shoulders. Without his arms and without leverage, he was pinned down.
She tried to inject a degree of pleasure into her voice. "You made the alarm go off a hundred and fourteen times, patty. That's one hundred and fourteen demerits. Combined with your other failings, you've earned twelve minutes of corporal punishment." Rising up, she placed her fore leg against his neck and pushed him down. The change in position gave her the leverage and height she needed to wield her paddle on his bondage-presented ass. She metered her blows carefully so that he got one every fifteen seconds or so; modulating the force so that she could keep it up the entire time.
At the end, she checked to make sure she had been hitting him hard enough because she had gotten so little reaction. His ass was bright red from top to bottom and from hip to hip. It had been an unusually strict first corporal treatment. Normally, the planned scene ending - spanking would have been by hand, and sensual rather than strict. Had this been the right decision? Had she finally gotten to him? Was he the type who needed, wanted to be broken down? One look at his face told her he was not. She shivered at the rage she saw. She had to leave. She walked to the door and signaled for the next part of the plan.
A girl entered, dressed in a shortie silk robe. She was a very diminutive blond. Catherine put steel into her voice. "I have decided that you must need extra training, patty. This is Dina. She is my personal body slave. She also doesn't like boys. She likes girls, and she is going to drill you on the finer points, hell, the fundamentals of pussy eating." She turned to the girl. "You have him for an hour. I will send May for him when it's over." She left the room, not able to get out of there quickly enough.
"I tell you, Catherine, I regret the fact that I promised that girl would leave her still a virgin. She is a natural. With proper training, she would be a superb professional bottom. She loves it even when it embarrasses the hell out of her. Marielle still doesn't believe she has never eaten pussy before. And the way she reacted to being spanked, it was all I could do to hold her on my lap."
Catherine gave him a sour look. She was still dressed in her latex, which was strange since she preferred to get out of the hot, clingy stuff immediately after a scene. She had been sitting in their den since she had left Pat with Dina over four hours ago. Dina and May had both made their reports on Pat. "Want to trade? I will even throw in two, no four, sessions as your bottom without reciprocation. Your choice of scene and weapons." Her voice sounded defeated.
"That bad, love?"
Her response was emphatic. "That bad. We're not reaching him. If anything, he is closing up more. He is skilled, by the way, Dina was raving about him. Whoever that bitch was who did this to him, she is a vicious liar. He drove Dina nuts for the first forty five minutes then squeezed multiple orgasms out of her. But we aren't getting him to the point where his confidence can be rebuilt. I thought he might be testing me, challenging me, so I gave him a hard beating rather than the spanking I had planned. He won't sit comfortably for the next few days, but you wouldn't know it from listening to the scene. All he gave was an occasional grunt - that's it."
"He succeeded with Dina. Nothing like driving a committed lesbian up the wall to puff up a male ego. I mean, he doesn't know she's really happily bisexual. As far as he's concerned, she purely gay and he still made her cum. That ought to be progress."
"No, May said he told her it was a nice try, but he wasn't buying it for a minute. Said no woman really orgasmed like that. Hell, here Dina is literally begging me to have this kid turned over to her again, and he doesn't believe she was really coming."
William considered his next words before speaking. "You know something else? Guess how many of the clitty alarms were real, direct contact alarms and not just the proximity sensor alarms? Only ten, and eight of those were at the face sitting station. Hell, those are new records for each station and for the whole drill. Not even trainers are that good."
Catherine felt even worse. "But he keeps fighting me and if he continues to fight me like this, the follow on stuff won't work. We can't trust that attitude in whip practice. He'll decide to practice on me and I'm not ready to deal with that much anger wielding a whip."
"What next, then? Do we tell Mike that we can't help the kid? Do we assign a different Instructress?"
Catherine sat quietly and thought. It was tempting to chuck the whole thing. Truthfully, the responsibility of this was far in excess of what she wanted. Having the responsibility for the safety and fantasy fulfillment of her bottoms was more than enough for her. Still... She sighed. "No, I'll keep him. I'm the most qualified to deal with his trauma, and I can't give up on him. The thought of that beautiful male animal's full potential lost to women forever is more than I can bear." She groaned at the thought of what was next. "I'll try one more time. We'll go with lesson three and see how he reacts, but I am definitely going to have him restrained for this one."
Silently, William agreed with her caution, even though, he was no longer sure he agreed with the plan.
She had failed again to adequately guard against teething on the dildoes that Mistress Marielle put her to sucking. She had worked so hard at it, too. She'd watched that silly tape continuously, trying to understand how those women avoided biting the darn things. She'd tried wrapping her lips between the cock and her teeth. She couldn't generate enough suction. She tried sealing with her lips, but stretching her jaws open. Her mouth got tired and she bit even harder. Lord William had been so provoked, he had told Mistress Marielle to see to the rest of her training that day. He even promised to punish the Mistress if Tessa's performance did not radically improve.
That's how she got in this fix. Mistress had told her that there was no way she was going to get punished because Tessa couldn't learn how to suck a dick properly. Marielle had brought in some type of harness that held the fake dicks in its webbing. Tess had originally thought that the harness was like the penis panty she had in her training kit, for wearing around the waist, until she realized it was too small to go around the waist. Mistress had picked up the largest diameter model penis and had fixed it to the harness. Then she had put it onto Tessa's head! It was like a horse's bridle, only the dildo was the bit. Or in this case, the "don't bit" for don't bite this one. The thick instrument forced her jaws wide and made it necessary to breathe through her nose. Once the harness was tight, Mistress adjusted the depth of penetration of the penis gag until Tessa was just able to control her reflex to gag. "If you want to bite dicks, this one will ensure that you get something worth the effort."
She made Tess sit on her knees in the middle of the floor. Straps attached to rings in the floor tied her knees to the floor and spread her thighs to the limit. Tessa's still bare pussy was shiny in the harsh light of the sparsely furnished room. Marielle gently ran the tip of her pointer up the lips of Tessa's puss and nudged the nub of her clit. A shiver of pure fire ran through Tess as the rubber tip massaged her pleasure center. The now damp tip made its way to Tessa's face where Marielle rubbed the scented oils of her charge's arousal onto her upper lip, just below the nose. The girl was breathing harder, moving in time to some music only she heard. God, thought Marielle, what a sensual little beast.
Marielle rapped her pointer lightly across the girl's thighs to get her attention. "Your assignment for this week was to practice your masturbation. Your husband may decide that he wants to be entertained by you demonstrating how sexy you can be when you get yourself off." She sat down in the only chair and crossed her legs imperiously. "Entertain me, slave. You have five minutes to orgasm the first time, and then I wish you to orgasm every ten minutes for the next hour. Every minute you miss the time by will be a demerit. Your time starts .... now!"
The tapes that Tessa had been given had not excited her. The techniques were rough, and when she had tried it on herself, they had often irritated her clit and pussy lips. She had discovered that when she teased herself, fondled herself, touched softly at her breasts, her legs and tummy, she became much more excited, much more quickly. She teased her nipples with the tips of her nails, making them stand erect and proud. She squeezed gently at her breasts and when they started to feel tight, she lifted them in the palms of her hands and offered them to her audience of one. One hand still teasing her breasts and nipples, she snaked the other down to explore her naval and to tickle at her lower abdomen. Her eyes closed and she started fighting for breath. It was so hard to get the full deep breath she needed with that cock in her mouth. Higher her teasing fingers took her until, finally, she began teasing at the reddened lips of her pussy. A muffled squeal sounded around the cock in her mouth as her first spasm hit her and she came hard, fighting the restraints that held her legs in place in her gyrations.
She tried to follow her orders. She really did, but it was so hard to breathe. She fainted just as she reached orgasm the fourth time. She awoke to find herself untied and the cock gag gone. May was beside her, looking in her eyes and talking to her quietly. After giving her a drink, she had conversed with Mistress Marielle in very low tones. Shrugging her shoulders in response to some remark, she had said one final thing that the Mistress had apparently agreed with, then had left.
Marielle had helped Tessa to her feet and had walked her over to the chair, making her lay, tummy down over one of the arms, her face resting in the seat of the chair. Her bottom was prominently displayed in this position. Was she going to be spanked again? For all the stinging, it had been dreadfully exciting and the sensations when she had played with her pussy, her bottom still warm and achy from the spanking, had been wonderful.
The Mistress sat beside Tessa's head, and stroked her. Her voice took on a soothing tone. "You were doing so well, Theresa, but you stopped. You only orgasmed four times instead of the required seven. For that failure, we are going to plug you for the first time. Your rectum can be used by a man's penis as well as your vagina or mouth. Part of your training will be to teach you how to accept an erect cock in your little asshole. As your discipline, you will wear a butt plug for three hours every day until you return."
She showed Tessa the object she had in her hand. It was a small conical butt plug, only three inches long and about an inch in diameter at it's widest. It was tapered at the end to ease entry. "It will be easier for you if you relax." She stood and went behind the girl.
Tessa felt something cool and smooth being applied to her bottom. Then, a sudden surge, and something hard was in her bottom. It felt like the time the nurse at the home had given her a suppository to treat a stomach ailment, only this seemed to move in and out, slowly at first, then faster. It left her for a moment only to return with more of the cool slippery stuff. She squealed when the intrusion got thicker all of a sudden and tried to move away, but a stinging slap to her bottom brought her up short. "Stop that. It's just a second finger. Now relax."
The intruder left and was replaced by something that seemed quite cool to her skin, and much more blunt. It began moving into the lubricated depths of her ass, slowly but steadily. Wider and wider her ass stretched and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Just when she thought she could not hold it in any longer, the stretching stopped and then went away. But the object was still there. She could still feel it in her ass. She felt so, .... so full. Another smack on her bottom, this one playful. "That's it, all done. You are now on your way to being a pretty decent little ass fuck." Tessa blushed, whether over the crudeness of the words or at the excitement she was experiencing she did not know. Marielle told her to follow her. Walking with that thing in her ass was a whole new experience. Then she thought, what if it falls out? While I'm out in public? And again, she blushed. Again, she wasn't exactly sure why.
The bitch had done him in again. May had met him at the entrance, as usual. As she had the previous three times, she had bound him to the examining table, locked his legs into the stirrups and had proceeded to shave him clean. However, this time, she had not locked him into that damnable cage.
It had only been a day or so ago that he'd been able to sit comfortably after the paddling he'd received on his last visit. He had nearly decided to stop coming here. Whatever they were doing, all he was getting out of this was more and more anger. Like last time, after that blonde bitch had beat him, they had turned that silly little female loose with him. What a joke. Real women in his experience did not excite that easily, did not come that hard. It was a setup. Throw the kid a bone after beating him so that he won't tell his Dad what a fuck up he made with this place. Only his pride brought him back. He had been run off by one woman, he wouldn't be run off again, no matter how much he had to take, no matter how much it hurt.
May led him down a much longer corridor than before, nude as always in this place, and opened a thick, heavy door. The room was dark but she had told him to enter and await the arrival of Lady Catherine for today's lesson. No sooner had he entered the room, when two, powerful forms caught him from each side, then let him go and moved away before he could retaliate. The whirring sound of an electric motor had sounded in the darkness. Moments later, there was tension pulling at both of his arms, pulling at him. In mere seconds, he was dragged bodily to the dark interior of the room, his arms pulled inexorably towards a point high above him. When he was directly beneath the tow point of whatever had his arms, the pulling brought him up onto his toes. He could still carry almost all of his body weight by arching on his feet, but when his feet tired the load went onto his arms and wrists. He could avoid cramps by shifting the weight between his arms and feet, but it was still mightily uncomfortable.
Time lost meaning in the darkness. It would be a very long session if he was to be held like this for the length of time that his other sessions had taken. The door opened behind him, but was shut again before he could spin in his bonds to see who it was. With the door shut, the darkness was again absolute. Simultaneously with the click of a switch, he was bathed in a blinding circle of light from in the ceiling, directly above him. The light was a narrow, conical beam, not more then three feet wide at his feet. The light illuminated his body like a spot light so that anyone else in the room could see him, but the brightness of the light made the darkness of the rest of the room even more impenetrable. The room could be filled to capacity, and if no one entered his little circle of light, Patrick would not be able to see anyone.
God, but that was one beautiful male animal. The way his long, lean hard muscled frame gleamed in the spotlight. Catherine observed her victim carefully. She now used that word in her thoughts of this man. He wasn't a client, a submissive, a voluntary slave. He was a victim. First by the woman who had laughed at him, then by his father, and now by her, only she really wanted to help him. This was the last try. Three strikes and you're out, she told herself. If she couldn't get through to him with this scene, she would quit. She could not keep doing things like this to him when it was so obviously nonconsensual. Oh, he had agreed to these scenes, but whether that agreement was because he trusted his father or some other reason, it was definitely not because he wanted to be here. If she failed today, one thing was sure - whatever was required to help him would not be found here at Boyleston Academy.
She had to reach him. She had even modified the scene. The two monitors waiting for him, the forced and severe suspension bondage, the isolation treatment; none of that was part of the normal script for this scene. This time was shock therapy. She would either jar him out of his shell or .... Or what? She did not know. God, but she hated failure. She hadn't failed before with anyone. And she hadn't failed yet with this one.
She moved quietly to a position about four feet from his circle of light. She knew from experience that he couldn't see her with his eyes blinded by light. She stood there for a few more seconds gathering courage, and then flicked a switch on the infrared remote control device on her wrist. The circle of light widened to include her and the intensity dimmed. She stood still, allowing his eyes to clear and to adjust to the dimmer light. She saw it the moment recognition flared in his eyes. She saw it the moment his eyebrows rose on his forehead as he took in her outfit.
God, but she was a beautiful woman, Patrick thought. If he hadn't been on his toes, she would nearly have matched his own height in those impossibly high, impossibly sexy high heels. Her long legs were incased in black, silky, garterless stockings textured with blood red roses up one leg. A black leather affair made of a waist strap and a crotch strap was snug to her hips. A black waspie corset made her waist seem impossibly tiny and her bare, usually red nippled breasts seem impossibly full and round. Her hair was pulled back into a severe, tightly braided coronet around the top of her head. It made his scalp hurt just to look at it. She topped it all off with vividly applied cosmetics and a heavy, potently seductive perfume. Her high cheek bones and lips were an incredible vermillion, her eyes were a kaleidoscope of brilliant blues and greens, outlined in black. She scared the hell out of him.
After giving him time to fully appreciate her, she moved closer to him. Skittishly, he tried to move, to back away. He only got a few inches before he lost his toe hold on the floor and found himself swinging gently back to the center of the circle of light. She smiled at him, that awful, sardonic, evil, beautiful smile that said she was planning something she knew he would not like. She moved right up to him and, going up onto her toes, kissed him gently on his surprise widened lips. She started walking around him, fondling his chest, petting a leg, goosing him from behind.
"You are so beautiful, patty. I do so enjoy looking at you. I just wish you'd relax and play with me. How are you going to learn if you don't relax." Her voice was low, musical, strangely relaxing. Pleading? He had never heard her sound like this before. Her hand went to his groin and he started to harden. Then, she did it to him again. Just when he started to relax, she had put something on him, at the base of his cock.
Quickly, before he could dance away or start moving, Catherine tightened and buckled the ball and cock strap. He was hers, now. Once he was hard, he'd stay hard until she gave him relief. She'd make sure that he earned that relief, but once he'd come for her, in response to her, then, she'd have him where he needed to be. She hoped.
The strap on his cock and balls burned. She was petting him, stroking him, teasing him by brushing her erect nipples against him. He groaned as his dick hardened and his frustration grew. Laughing at him, her eyes sparkling, she leaned up against him, sliding her breasts against him as she lifted herself up to kiss him again; a deep, probing, demanding kiss that he could not stop himself from returning. He tried to follow her lips down as she again receded back down his chest.
She moved away, surveying her handiwork. Good, good, a real, major league hard on. First point to you, Cathy-girl. The cock strap would keep that piece of man meat full and hard. Well, she was going to get him so hard his eyes crossed. She slunk away making sure he got the full benefit of her round firm ass undulating in time to her steps. A click at her wrist, and the cone returned to its smaller diameter, effectively making her invisible once more. Silently she moved behind him, adding the final piece to her costume as she went.
A scuffing sound came from behind him. Something being skidded along the floor. Two hard points pressed into his back as two, teasing hands slid sensuously up his ribs to his chest, stopping to pinch and tease his nipples. Her perfume, subtly mixed with the aroma of fine leather wafted through his darkness heightened senses. Her breath tickled at his ear. "Truly superb lovers, fully arouse their partners, patty. They tease and caress until their lovers can't possibly stand it another second and then they do it some more. Do you know what the worst fate a woman suffers at the hands of the inept lover? Not coming, being left hanging out on the edge, but not quite getting over the top because the man loses his hard on or his interest. You can't come, patty, not till I take that pretty little leather ribbon off you cock. I can tease you and play with you and all that will happen is that you'll get harder. When your body tries to cum, nothing will happen because nothing can get out. Not sperm and not the blood that is filling your poor dickie to bursting."
Her hands kept teasing him, tickling at his nipples, slowly stroking and fondling his erect penis. "Now, patty, you will find out how that feels to a woman." All nerves went on red alert from the change in her voice. Something hard was poking its way into the crease of his ass.
Standing on the platform to match his height, one hand on his cock, and the other on the dildo she had inserted into the locking ring on her leather harness, Catherine started to really smile for the first time. Quickly, she tried to feed it to the hidden rosette of his asshole before he could start to resist and possibly hurt himself. The dildo itself was really an anal probe intended for such games. It was long, nearly six inches, but thin, only about a finger's width in diameter. He had surely had larger fingers up his ass during his annual physicals. It was smooth plastic with a gently ribbed intended to stimulate the nerve endings just inside the anal opening with each stroke. Once she had it fully inserted, she would turn on the vibrator and give his prostate a massage that would really get that dick of his pumped up.
From here on, she was following the normal lesson plan for the scene. She'd pull off the cock strap and force him to orgasm. She'd intentionally take the load in her face so that she could punish him for his 'audacity'. Then she'd use every ounce of skill she possessed to give him a senses-shattering taste of the crop that would get him as hard as a rock again. That, hopefully, would give him something positive for her to build on when he came back. His response to the scene so far, although still involuntary, was the most positive thing she had seen with him. She almost dared to hope.
The thing was in his ass. The bitch was fucking his ass. This is what he got for trusting her. He should have known, now all he could do was hang here and take it, dangling from these chains. The chains! That's it.
Bouncing up with the little spring he could generate with just his toes, Patrick grabbed the actual chains holding his wrist cuffs in each hand. Combining the chains into one grip, he started to hand over hand climb up the chain, his speed of ascent increasing as the amount of slack increased, permitting him to move his hands further apart to climb.
Suddenly, Patrick was taller than she was again and getting even taller still. Her dildo plopped free of his rising ass before she thought to look up and saw him climbing up to the ceiling. Sufficient slack in the chain allowing him now to hook his leg around a loop of the chain and take the load off his arms. Catherine fumbled for the remote control on her wrist, ordering the electric winch in the ceiling to lower Patrick back to where she could get her hands on him! He kept climbing until the winch stopped, all of the chain paid out. Furious, she jumped down to stand below him. "Dammit, Pat, get down here, we are not finished yet."
"You may not be, but I am. I am through with you and your screwy academy of lunatics. This session is over. I want out and I want out, now."
Catherine literally stamped her foot in frustration and anger. She had been so close. Another inch and the vibrator would have hit him where he lived. She had to try and get it back together. "Now come on, patty, you know the scene doesn't end till I say so, and you won't be allowed to leave until the instruction is over. Now come back down so that we can finish what we started. You know you were having a good time. A hardon doesn't lie."
"It does when it is prevented from going down. I'm not going to come down until you hand me the keys to these cuffs and promise me that the scene ends and I can leave."
Crossing her arms, she glared at him, more angry than she had ever been in her life. She was failing. She would fail unless she ... got.... him .... down! "Listen to me, patty, the scene ends when you get back down here and we finish your lesson. Not one minute before."
"Well, get comfortable, bitch, because I'll come down when you meet my requirements or when I pass out from hunger. Not one stinking second sooner."
He was so damnably strong. He could stay up there for hours, maybe days. She might be able to have the monitors get him down, but that would mean she'd lose any chance of maintaining a dominant role with him in the future. That..... male, that damned, infuriating, no good, beautiful male! Her mind spit the last word like a four letter curse word. Nearly mindless in her fury, Catherine grabbed the first thing she saw that she could reach him with at that height, and swung with all her might and no finesse at all.
SSSSSS Thwack! The stinger end of the dressage whip sliced fire across the back of his buttocks. His mind momentarily blanked and he almost lost his grip as pain took him. Another cut, this one making an "X" with the first across his ass. Again and again she struck. There was nowhere he could go, no escape. He tried twisting his torso and body so that his bottom was away from her, but she stalked him, kept coming, kept swinging. The whip sang again, splitting through the crack of his ass to slice into tenderly protected skin and to bite into his asshole. He was unconscious before he completed his scream.
Patrick fell, his fall broken by the tangle of chain about his wrists. He was again hanging by his wrists, his feet back on the floor, his head drooping in insensibility. Catherine's fury did not abate and she forgot her intentions to continue the scene when he came down, to whip him sensually, to make him orgasm under the teasing of a specially applied whipping. Red anger prodded her around behind him as she struck again. His head jerked up as he came out of the stupor. She struck again and was raising the whip to strike again when suddenly, the whip was ripped from her hand. It flew across the room and fell somewhere in the darkness. Something hooked at her foot and she was falling over backwards, somersaulting. Dazedly, she pressed a button on her wrist. Seconds later, the room was bright with lights as three husky monitors came rushing in.
>>Code seven in Room 3-5, Code seven in Room 3-5<< The alarm was broadcast in the living quarters of the Academy. Code seven was an emergency call for off duty monitors to proceed to the location of a scene that was turning dangerous. William went cold as he recognized the location as the room where Catherine was having one last go at young McDonald. Pulling on a pair of jeans for protection more than modesty, William raced to the center house to help his love.
The scene in the room was chaos. Patrick was bound by the hands, his arms raised slightly over his head. Catherine was standing to one side, white as a sheet. On the floor around Pat were three monitors who were either unconscious or semi conscious. Three more monitors were circling him, trying to get one of them behind him to immobilize him. One did get there and moved to lock up the kid so his partners could further restrain him. The man's hands had not even completed their grip, when a backward snap of Pat's head knocked the man into dreamland. The remaining men continued to circle, Pat spun on light feet, up on his toes, to keep them both in his peripheral vision.
Then, William saw his ass. It was already purpling from the fury of Catherine's maddened attack. Blood dripped from several of the many welts swelling on his buttocks. The backs of his thighs similarly showed the ravages of whatever Cat had used on him. My God, what had she done?!!? Another monitor moved in, only to be sent backward by a deceptively beautiful and graceful spinning kick.
"Enough! Back off, all of you. I said that is enough." The monitors moved back, but stayed between Catherine and this violent slave. Patrick drew himself erect and stared down at the shorter dominant male. William smiled. "I'm not fool enough to try and take you, lad, so just calm down. I said it was enough and it is. This scene is over." William turned to the others. "Who has the keys?" Catherine reached into the pocket of her waspie and drew out a key, which she tossed to William. Shear hate radiated from Patrick when he saw her. William saw it, too. "Catherine, go to our rooms. I will be there as soon as I've seen to Pat You, two," he said to the two standing monitors. "Make sure she goes and then make sure she stays." Catherine looked at her lover, shrugged her shoulders and allowed herself to be led away.
William moved slowly to Patrick's side. Stone grey eyes marked every step. William could almost see him calculating distances, tensing his body for the attack once William was within range of that lashing foot. William held his arms up in a sign of surrender. "The scene is over, lad. You have my word. Let me get you out of those chains."
Things happened quickly after Pat was freed. May arrived to take Pat to the room equipped as a clinic. Located in the second house, this was where she took care of those ailments that sometimes accompanied the games played at the Academy. William shook his head. Pat would not be sitting or sleeping anywhere but on his stomach for at least a week. May would have to call one of their physician clients in to deal with this. He had not seen an ass like that in years. The last one he had seen that badly bruised and cut had been the reason he had opened the Academy. So people could play rough and not really get hurt. Pat was really hurt and he had gotten that way at his place. If those cuts became infected .....
Well, he'd have to deal with Michelene later. Now, he had to deal with a senior, experienced top who had just lost control of a scene so badly that she had injured a bottom. Bad news all around. Pat getting more hurts to deal with when he came here for help dealing with other problems. Shit.
William walked up to his private apartments and gestured for the two monitors to leave. On entering, he was immediately accosted by a nearly hysterical Catherine. Her hair was a shambles, the formerly tight braids frayed and loose. Her lipstick had been nearly chewed off, her rouge was smeared and her eye makeup was running down her cheeks in technicolored rivulets, following the tracks of her tears. "How is he?" her voice hoarse with emotion and stress.
"Not good. You cut him up pretty badly. The blisters you caused with the whip burst when you cut him again in the same place. Doc Samualson gave him a mild tranquilizer to get him home and some stronger stuff for the next couple of days. He won't rest without them."
Fear clutched at her anew. "How is he getting home. Surely he isn't driving with the drugs in him."
William gave a harsh bark of laughter. "He couldn't drive anyway - couldn't tolerate sitting on his butt. Dina is taking him home. He's so loopy he didn't argue. She'll stay with him until he can take care of himself. Doc thinks he'll be semi-mobile in four or five days." William raked a hand through his hair and then turned on his lover. "My God, Cathy, just what in the hell were you doing in there? How did it go so far?"
She wilted into a chair and pulled her knees up to her chin. "I don't know. I have been replaying the scene over and over, and I just don't know. Oh, I know when it went sour. Everything was going really, really well. The cock strap was working, he was hard and getting harder. For the first time, I thought we were starting to play with the scene. The instant the anal probe touched his ass, it was over. He told me the only reason he was still hard was the cock restraint. I believe him. Next thing I know, he's climbing the chains like a damned monkey. We exchange words, I get angry - more words, more angry. Then I realized that there was absolutely no way to salvage the scene. I could not get him down without help. I had failed. First time I've ever failed to reach a bottom on some level; first time I've ever failed to make the bottom get off on something we did. Then, something's in my hand and I'm beating the living hell out of him for making me fail. He fell, I kept it up and then, the whip is out of my hands. I still don't know what happened there. I fall backwards, signal for help and you know the rest." A thought occurred to her. "The monitors, how are they?"
"Evidently, he was pretty careful with them. They only have headaches and a few sore jaws. Based on what I saw, he could have hurt them badly, killed them with little or no trouble. Justifiable homicide based on the condition he was in. Self defense, I should think."
Catherine wondered how he would discipline her. Pat's father, although her client, was a powerful man who could make trouble for them. "Have you talked to Michelene?"
William nodded. "He was grateful for our taking care of him. He said that he thought it might be rough for Pat, but he never even thought about the fact that his son earned his first black belt at age ten. He apologized for that. We probably need to add a question about martial arts training to our interview form."
They had been carefully dancing around the issue, so Catherine decided to take the issue head on. "What about me? What do you plan to do about me?" He gave her a quizzical look. She exhaled and said "Are you going to punish me for this? Demote me, take away my privileges of rank?" Her voice got small. "Make me leave?"
He had her in his arms before she could blink. "Hell, no. You know I don't punish you for the real things. You're too good at punishing yourself. Besides, if what happened in the dungeon was real, it would stop being fun. What you and I do with our whips, leathers and restraints is just another way of making love. If I punished you in our dungeon for real, it really would be a perversion. It would be rape. I can't do that to you or to us." Catherine broke down and cried. He held her for a long time, and then, when she had calmed, he took her to bed.
In the two days since he had told Dina to lose the pills, he had learned a lot about pain and a lot about Dina. He swore he could take his pulse by counting the throbbing reverberations in his ass. In the four days since the incident, the cuts had closed and were healing nicely. With the exception of one badly placed cut, the chance of an infection had dwindled to near zero. Although Dina let him get away with not taking the pain killers, she remained adamant about the antibiotics that had been prescribed.
Dina surprised him. Away from the Academy, she looked like the All American pixie. She wore jeans, loud T-shirts and grubby sneakers. She was also a college student working towards a degree in mechanical engineering at one of the local schools. She worked at the Academy to pay for the schooling and to safely satisfy her submissive sexual nature. He kept his mind off his bottom by helping her with her math courses. He still refused to believe, however, that she had not been faking her response to him during the oral sex episode at the Academy.
Michelene let himself into the bed room and had the grace to look abashed when his son gave him a hard glare. "Guess you aren't too happy to see me. Blame me for the black and blue ass?"
Pat scowled at him. "Only for part of it. I should have quit the second time. I knew it wasn't working. I only went the third time because you always said that the first two might be lucky and the third is probably the truth of the matter. I can't go back there, Dad. What they want me to do, what they want to do to me, well, it is not right for me."
"Well, if it makes any difference, the basic plan was mine. I figured if you overcame the demands of a very strong, very domineering woman, and then pleasured her in spite of all that, you'd feel successful, victorious. The effects of that bitch would have been erased. I mean, what better way can there be to learn what best pleases a woman than to be trained by one who is in absolute control of you and your body. Simply put, Catherine is the sexiest, strongest woman I know. I thought that if anyone could challenge you, bring out your essential self confidence, she could. Knowing the Academy's initial training regimen, I thought that, although you would not necessarily think it was much fun, you'd eventually get into it. Once you saw that you could pleasure a woman you'd recover. I never thought you'd be so resistant to their games."
"Now just a minute, Dad. Do you know what they asked of me, what they made me do? By the end of the second session, it was all I could do not to smash something so they'd know they had gone too far. I can't believe you thought I'd enjoy that.
His father gave him a lopsided grin. "Why not? I did, and I still do." Pat gaped at his father. "Yes, I have been though everything you have, although I went into it with my eyes open, looking for a new thrill. After your mother died, things quickly got stale. I have been a slave client to the Lady Catherine for the past three years. Typically, I see her at least once or twice every couple of months. She is the best. It is why I chose to submit to her. It's why I asked her to help you."
Silence filled the room, each man trying to think of what to say next. "What now, then, Pat?"
"I don't know, Dad. I don't know if I can go back there again without doing something violent. I'm trying to control the beast, but she hurt me. She hurt me physically and personally. I can't pretend that it did not happen and just go back. I sure as hell don't trust her enough to put myself in her hands again."
"What about, well, ... you know?"
"I don't know about that, either. I did get an erection for a while during that last session. That was one good thing. I don't want to think about it anymore. It is starting to eat me up and I'm not ready for such confrontations. How's things at home?"
>>ring ring<< >>ring ring<< >>click<< "Hello?" A tinny voice answering her call sounded in the earpiece of her car phone.
"Patrick McDonald?" She knew it was, but she needed a few extra seconds to prepare herself for the rejection to come.
"Speaking. Who is this, please?" She heard suspicion is his voice.
"Pat, this is Cathy Davis. Or at least, that is what my driver's license says. My professional name is Catherine D'Alambert."
"Lady Catherine." the voice said with awful finality.
"Yes, Patrick. Lady Catherine. I know I am probably the last person you want to see right now, but I would like to talk to you. I need to talk to you. Could I please have a few minutes of your time? I'll beg if that will make easier for you to say yes."
"Why should your begging have any more effect on me than mine had on you five days ago?"
Keep control, Catherine, don't let him hear how close that one struck to home; how badly that hurts. "Because you are in full possession of your faculties now and I was not. Because maybe you'd like to see me crawl a bit, because maybe you'd enjoy taking a few verbal potshots at me, and maybe, just maybe, because I want to help you more than anyone else in the world." She was pleased at how steady her voice was.
A long silence ensued. Catherine feared she'd lost her man or her connection. Interference crackled in his ear. "Okay, can you come over right now? It's almost time for my pain pill and I'm not good for anything after that." O god, he was still on pills? She was sure he was one of those stupid stoics who wouldn't take pain killers once they were strong enough to push the drugs away. He was still hurting that badly?
"I'll be right over." She hung up and got out of her car. She had called from the parking lot at his condominium complex so he wouldn't have time to change his mind. She did a quick check of her appearance in her car's window. Jeans, green cowl-neck, oversized sweater and platform sandals were combined with only the most subtle of cosmetics and a loose pony tail. It was as close as she could get to girl-next-door non-threatening.
Dina buzzed her in at the lobby, and then let her into his condo. Whispering, Catherine asked when his next pain pill was due.
"Pain pill? He hasn't taken one of those in three days. Damn fool male." He'd lied to her, the sneak. She should have expected it. Dina continued. "He hasn't slept the entire night since, either." Then she grinned. "My math grades have definitely taken a turn for the better, though. When he can't sleep, he calls me in and drills me on my calculus. That man has a lot of top in him, a real natural slave driver. Go on, now, get in there. I'll bring in some tea in a while to break the tension, just in case it gets bad."
Shoo-ed into the lion's den and then offered protective cover by her own private bottom. How the mighty have fallen. She paused in the doorway to look at Pat. He was on his stomach, with his head at the foot of the bed. He was covered from shoulder to hip with a comforter, and from thigh to foot with a blanket. A tent, made of pillows and another blanket kept drafts off his ass but did not tough the still tender skin. "Hello, Patrick." she said in a small voice from the door. His head snapped up in surprise. "I know, I got here quick. How are you?"
His eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "Oh, I'm just wonderful. I can barely walk, can't sit and can't sleep. I have had no privacy for five days. I can't even take a shit in privacy because I can't stand to sit on the seat and because one particularly nasty cut is right on my anus. It has to be cleaned with antiseptic after each time. For god's sake, how do you think I am? I hurt, every minute of the day. Any other bright questions? You should know how I feel, you did it to me."
She entered and drew herself up to her full height, facing him directly. "You have little reason to believe me and even less to trust me, but on my honor, I have never done anything like that before. I will never do anything like that again. Believe it or not, my clients leave my care fully mobile and undamaged. Oh, they may have a tender bottom and some sore muscles, but they leave me completely satisfied and happy with the experience. I am very good at what I do, Patrick. I take great pride in taking care of my clients darkest and most hidden needs in a caring and safe manner."
"How did I get so lucky as to be your one fall from grace?"
She frowned and then looked pointedly at the chair near the bed where Dina sat when he drilled her on her math. He tried to give an indifferent shrug in response to unspoken request. The torso movement pulled at unhealed tissue, making him grimace for control. She sat down. "I was failing with you and I knew it. Your father felt you needed to be challenged, to overcome adversity. We agreed, as did our consulting psychologist. We put you into our standard introductory sequence of scenes, we call them lessons, and from the first minute, it was disastrous."
"You never figured out that it was supposed to be play. We, no, I didn't recognize a very important fact. You weren't there for the pure pleasure of the scene. You weren't the typical client looking for a gentle introduction into submission.
"You never relaxed or even tried to get into the game. You never tried to enjoy the play. Eventually, once you were open to us, the plan was to take you down to a basic level of submission, reinforce your lovemaking techniques in the venue of the sessions and wait for your natural self confidence to reassert itself. The goal was for you to "fight" your way out of the submissive role and get back to how you were. But I just couldn't reach you."
Patrick considered this for a moment. "You mean that paddling I got two weeks ago was introductory level stuff? I can't imagine going to the next levels. Although," he glanced over his shoulder at the tent, "Maybe I already have."
Catherine's temper flared momentarily and she tamped it down. "I've already told you that was unique and a tragic mistake. As for the paddling, that wasn't per script, either. Normally, what we do is a very gentle, very sensual over the knee spanking. Somewhat embarrassing, but that is part of the excitement. All of our women clients and most of the men achieve orgasm during the spanking. Those that don't cum during the actual spanking are brought to orgasm before they leave the session.
"In your case, you were fighting so hard, that I thought you might be one of a rare group who demand that they be overpowered, physically, before they can give up control. I elected to paddle you for that reason. Being perfectly honest, that is as extreme a corporal session as you will see in the day to day operation of the Academy." She shook her head. "You frightened me, because you did not react to the paddling at all. It meant you were either an extreme sort of masochist, which we do not serve at the Academy, or that I had read the situation completely wrong. One look at the rage on your face and I knew that I had messed up, big time.
"Then I modified that last scene, too. I had to get you to relax. I put you into a pretty strict suspension, but kept the game really light. My idea was if it was inevitable, you might just lay back and enjoy it. And it was working. You were getting into it, getting really turned on, and then, you freaked. Maybe I should not have gone on with the anal penetration, but it was in the basic script. Even the most sexually repressed male gets hard as a rock once that tickler hits his prostate, so I figured that would be the case with you and I elected to proceed. Then, you turned into Tarzan on me. I couldn't get you down and I knew that I had lost you completely. I freaked. I don't remember much after that until I lost my grip on the whip and I tripped in surprise."
Patrick snorted. "I kicked your whip out of your hand and I tripped you."
She nodded. "That's what William thought. I wasn't sure. The rest you know. I've taken a leave of absence from work for two reasons. The first is that I have to deal with what I did to you. Work's not much fun right now. I keep flashing back to that scene with you. And Dina needs to go back to school full time, so someone has to take care of you."
"Oh, no, not you. I'll get my father to hire someone. I am not going to tolerate you in my life anymore. Uh Uh, no way."
"There's two problems with that idea. First, do you really want an outsider seeing you in that condition? They will assume you were a willing participant and a pervert. Secondly, your father won't accept calls from you until I tell him to. You're stuck. Dina leaves today, regardless of what you say about me. You need help and I'm your only option. Think about it." She stood up and left the room.
Dina was concerned when she heard how the interview had gone. "I don't think this is a good idea, milady. Suppose he won't accept your help? He is strong enough now to fight you off. He is still prone to infection in that one cut. We could restrain him, but that will only solve the infection problem and he'll never come back once you free him."
Catherine kissed her submissive on the tip of her nose. "I know, love. If I can't reach him by tonight, I'll surrender the field and call in May for the remainder of his convalescence. Now git, before I chase you out of here with a wooden spoon." Dina giggled at the thought, and flushed sexily. She looked up at her Mistress with such longing that Catherine laughed for the first time in days. "Oh, you little slut," the affectionate tone out of keeping with the words, "Get out of here or you won't get spanked for two weeks." That threat got Dina moving. Soon, she was alone with her thoughts and with the man suffering from her mistakes.
A crash in the bedroom, followed by a pained groan audible through the closed door brought Catherine hurrying to Pat's side a couple of hours later. He was sprawled on the floor beside the chair he had evidently used to hold himself upright.
Helping him get his feet under him again was complicated because he still had trouble bending at the hip. Once up, he hobbled back to his bed, and resettled himself in his tent. She watched him carefully and then sat back down beside him. "What were you doing?" He remained silent. "If you ignore me, I will have to assume you went to the toilet and that your butt needs to be treated. Since I know you can physically stop me, I will be forced to call in someone who can knock you out so that I can check. Hard way or easy, Pat. Your choice."
"I had to pee. I don't need to be cleaned." She lifted an eyebrow at him, and he flushed to his red hair. "I promise, okay? As you said, the last thing I want is for someone to see me like this, which will happen if my ass becomes badly infected." He shot her a black look. "I guess I have no choice. I am stuck with you."
"Certainly no choice you will find more pleasant. It's me or the hospital, I'm sad to say." She did not sound all that sad to Pat. "I'll be back in a minute." She returned with a light snack which she set between them on the bed, obviously intending to share it with him. "Ready to talk now?"
"About what?"
"About what originally brought you to your father and to the Academy. Your recovery, remember?"
"So, what about it?" He was not giving an inch. Catherine supposed that, given the condition he was in and who had done it to him, she could understand that. It just made things so much harder when he wouldn't give her an opening.
"So, it is still undone. We didn't accomplish anything but get you and several of my monitors hurt."
Patrick frowned. "I am sorry about that. I did try and pull my kicks, nothing disabling, just what was necessary to keep them off me. I hope I didn't hurt anyone badly. I was not really in full control."
"Nothing serious. A few bruises and sore jaws. Scenes can go sour sometimes. Submissives panic or the dominant misses a cue and help is needed to stabilize the situation. The guys will be more careful the next time they enter a sour scene, so that is some good. I am surprised, though, that you only tripped me when I was the cause."
"I guess you can thank my martial arts training not to use more force than necessary. Also, my father's training not to intentionally harm a woman. I protected myself without harming you." He broke off his speech and gave her a penetrating look. "You still haven't told me what you are really after today."
"I told you the truth. I'm going to get you back on your feet. Think of it as penance. I also want to talk to you about what we do next."
"We aren't going to do anything. I am going to get on with my life. Which will not include you or your damned Academy."
"That's not very clear thinking, Pat. You still need help and we will see that you get it. Okay, we did not go about it correctly before. You are significantly different from your father regardless of what he thinks. You are far more the natural dominant than he is. He works at it in his professional and public life, but in his darkest fantasies, in the place where his soul is free, he comes to me for loving domination. He needs the freedom from choices and decisions he finds in my dungeon. You can't relate to that because that's not your nature. You find no stress relief from the removal of decisions and responsibility. Simply put, you never stopped fighting me for control of the scene. Even when you tried to go along, you still couldn't let go."
"Okay, so what if you're right, where does that mean to me?"
"You should come back and try with us again. New rules. You'll still be training as a submissive, but we'll cut back on the surprises, explain carefully what is planned so that your self protection instincts don't flare up. It's not as exciting a session for a true bottom, but you aren't one. You'll still be restrained, tested, trained and disciplined, but with your full understanding and concurrence each step of the way. One word from you and the scene ends. Our introductory sequence of lessons is so mild, so simple, that the dominant instructing the new client can easily adjust the scene depending on where the client's head is. We don't need safety code words until a client is involved in more advanced scenes. However, in your case, we will give you that bolt hole from now on. You'll still try all the scenes we've planned for you, but we will always honor the stop code and we won't force the scene any further."
"And what if it still doesn't work? What if I can't handle being with you, in particular, or if I can't let go enough to benefit from your training? What if I can't accept the role of bottom for your little games?"
"Then, I will step aside and we will try another Instructress. If necessary, we will have an non-dominant work with you under the supervision of a trained therapist. We do think that our way has the fastest payback. And we want to succeed. We haven't failed before and we don't want to now."
"What's in it for me? Why should I bother with you? In a few days, I walk out of here and I go to my dad. If he won't help me, I go somewhere else. Why should I trust you again?"
"You never trusted me." She fought to keep the bitterness out of her voice. "That's part of our problem. I expected you to trust me like my regular clients do, but I forgot that you really had no reason to. When I went into my Mistress Persona right from the start, you closed up to protect yourself. You were there because your father sent you, not because you wanted to be there or because you trusted me. But to answer your first question, two things. First, successful recovery of your self confidence, your self image and your ability to function a lover again."
She watched his eyes. Nothing, no hint of reaction. Not a glimmer of what he was thinking or what he might do. Okay, time for the big gun. "As part of your instruction, we agree to train you as a dominant in our type of scene. You already have the inclination and the will, but you lack the knowledge and experience necessary to carry off a safe, exciting scene. All of our Academy staff dominants are initially trained as submissives so they understand the entire scene. Bottom line? You complete your training. You get all the way back. Then, as a graduation present, I will give you my ass."
His inhalation was audible, but she shushed him with a finger on his lips. "On the day William says you're ready, we go to that room again, and we lock the door. No monitors, no observation, just you and me." Her voice took on a whispery, dreamy tone. "Think about it, Pat. Think about me dressed or undressed as you order; bound as you direct. What you say goes; whatever you want to do to and with me, however you want to do it."
Her voice changed back to her conversational tone. "It'll be your scene and I'