Partnering  Chapter 2    Oral Examinations

Theresa

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.

Patrick

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.

William and Catherine.

"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.