Partnering    Chapter 1.  Language 101

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."

William and Catherine

"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."