Partnering Chapter 5 Cooperative Learning Theresa Tessa awaited her weekly lesson with Lord William bubbling with excitement and more than a little trepidation. Surely, something was going to happen today. As ordered, she had arrived with the butt plug inserted in her ass hole. Her walk from the Mass. Ave. T-Stop to the houses on Commonwealth Avenue had been very carefully done, indeed, her ass clenched tightly around the smooth intruder every step of the way. Also per May's early morning phone orders, she'd worn only her shortest skirt and tallest high heeled shoes. Nothing else below the waist. Visions of that little bullet shaped object shooting out from under her skirt onto the crowded sidewalk, or a rogue gust of wind lifting her skirt had haunted her the entire five block trek to the Academy. May'd met her at the door. In the dressing room, May had removed the butt plug only to replace it with a larger one. The ease of the new toy's insertion surprised Tess. The unusual exercise of holding the smaller one in her ass while walking must have made the difference. May had completed her charge's preparations by handcuffing her wrists behind her back with fur lined straps, then hobbling Tessa with the same fur lined cuffs at her ankles, connected by a short chain. Her high heels were slipped back on her feet, and off she was led back into the hall. The short, twelve inch hobble chain limited her to very short, mincing steps in her uncomfortably high heeled shoes. Her breasts bounced merrily and the round cheeks of Tessa's fully packed ass rolled around the ass plug with each stride. Sexy, electric chills were slithering up her spine as she entered the training room. May had helped her get safely down onto her knees. In a teasing whisper, May had promised that Tess would get plenty of practice maneuvering by herself while bound, but for now, they did not want to hazard her getting hurting herself by falling and missing out on the scene. Alone with her thoughts, Tess welcomed the short respite and tried to regain her composure. The sensation of that plug in her ass as she walked had been making her feel crazy. Could she really orgasm from something in her ass alone? Lord William walked in, interrupting her musings. She was so surprised by his outfit, she forgot her standard obeisance until his pointed and stern look brought her back to her position and purpose. But it wasn't fair, she had never seen a grown man that way before, only boys and pictures. William was wearing a leather vest, leather chaps, and his boots. Those chaps were intended to be worn over jeans that William was NOT wearing. In fact, there was nothing covering either William's very muscular ass or his crotch. His cock was free for Tessa to see. If he'd only release her from this damnable nose-to-floor genuflection. Maybe today he would let her do something with a real cock, his cock. She was getting so tired of the drills with the fake ones. "You may rise up to your knees, Tessa." She did, but not without uncomfortable stress on her stomach and back muscles. This was her first attempt at the obeisance without her arms free. Getting back up was much more difficult without her arms to balance her. Once she was upright on her knees, her eyes went unerringly to William's groin, locking onto the semi erect penis of her Instructor, hanging only inches from her nose. William grinned at her crossed eyes trying to focus on his dick. She was so damned curious. She wanted to touch him, to explore him so badly, and he denied her that satisfaction. For now, anyway. She was held by the bondage he had specified for her, by the discipline he had developed and nurtured in her over the past weeks, and by the remaining, still-strong inhibitions developed in her early years at the children's home. "What are you looking at so hard, little Tessa? What is it you see?" He kept his voice gentle. She did not need any additional stress today. The lesson itself would be tough enough for her without any verbal domination games. He reached his hand down and placed the tip of his index finger under her chin. Lifting gently, he forced her gaze to his own eyes. "You want to play with that, don't you, Tessa?" She blushed bright red, but shyly nodded. "Well, if you convince me that you want it badly enough, then I will free you and let you bring me pleasure with your delicate little hands. If you weren't such a naive, inexperienced little slave, I would not have to deny myself other pleasures you could provide. Unfortunately, you never jerked a boyfriend off like other girls, so we must teach you even that small skill. Personally, I would rather enjoy the pleasures of your lovely mouth, so you will have to make my efforts to fill in this glaring hole in your development worth my sacrifice. Without opening your lips, while keeping your knees on the floor, with your hands still restrained behind your back, you may do anything you can think of to worship my cock. Convince me that you want to have your hands free to play with my dick and bring me to climax." William stood before her unmoving. How could she do anything without her hands or mouth? Well, she'd probably still get punished, but at least she'd get a close look. Tess inched forward on her knees until the cock was so close she could lift it with her nose. She inhaled, catching the fragrance of his musky scent. Her soft exhalation blew twin jets of warm air across his glans and tickled him. His cock jumped slightly in response. He saw her eyes go wide in recognition. She caught on. Now, her own quick mind and imagination would show her the path to subtlety in sexplay ignored by the porn flicks they'd been feeding her. Unless he missed his guess, she would show him a thing or two in the next few minutes. He steeled himself not to embarrass himself by losing control. He had responded, involuntarily, to the slight flow of air across his penis from her nose. He was definitely more erect. Maybe she could do other things that would excite him, sexy things, like rubbing against him like a pet seeking her master's hand. Yes, that was it. Cats don't have hands, do they? She made a rumbling sound in her throat that sounded like a cat, then she began softly, teasingly running her nose and cheeks against his cock from glans to root. She buried her nose into his thick pubic pelt, and used his own hair to tickle the root of his cock. She let her long, dark hair fall on one side of his cock as she rubbed her cheek up and down the other, then she pulled her head away slowly so the long, silken mass slid torturously over the top of his dick. The curling ends fell off him and back against her face. He thought he was going to go mad. It was working, he was getting harder every second. He was BIG. As big as anyone she'd seen in those videos, if she was any judge. She 'hmmm'ed to herself as she tried to think of what to do next. Wait a minute, he said keep her lips shut, not that she couldn't use them. He did not know if he liked the suddenly triumphant look in her eyes as she shuffled even closer to him. She dropped her head and then lifted his almost hard dick up so that the underseam rested lengthwise on the crease of her lips. The contortion she went through to do this was quite a feat all by itself. What the hell was she up to? Gotcha, she thought triumphantly. Her neck hurt a bit in this position, but unless she missed her guess, she would not be like this long. What was that sound? Humming, it sounded like humming. MY GOD, what is she doing?!?! The humming made her lips vibrate lightly against the very sensitive underside of Milord's cock. She slid her lips up and down the length of the now rampantly hard cock. For good measure, she shook her head each time she neared the root so that the tickling mass of her hair would attack his ball sack while she hummed away at her fleshy kazoo. He had to stop her. He was about to shoot and that was not in the scenario. He grabbed her by that incredible hair and pulled her away from him. Once he was free of her tormenting adulation, he took a couple of deep breaths to recover himself and his control. "Quite adequate, Tessa." God, his voice, it sounded like he'd been running. Had to regain his control. He walked behind her, and unsnapped the safety snap rings on each wrist cuff, freeing her hands. She continued to hold them back behind her. Nodding at this proper adherence to the protocol of the training room, William walked to his chair and sat. "Your hands are now free. You may use them and only them in the remainder of this exercise. Starting now, you have four minutes to bring me to orgasm. If you don't meet the time limit, you will receive your first taste of the crop." Tessa scurried over as fast as her knees would carry her. Her first opportunity to hold a man in her hands. She would enjoy this, regardless of the outcome. By now, she expected that the promised punishment would come regardless of how well she did. She had been excited by those experiences, too. She explored him with her hands, squeezing the root gently, cupping and trying to feel each of his round testicles, running her grip up and down the hot, hard length of him. She recalled how sensitive the underside had proved to be and ran a single nail lightly along that seam. She thought she could feel him pulsing in her hands. William was trying to figure out how he had lost control of this scene. Once this girl was fully trained, she was going to put that fiance of hers into an early grave. It took every ounce of will power he possessed not to orgasm under her soft examination and manipulation of his cock. Good thing there wasn't a clock in this room. His dick literally flexed in her hands, then thick, hot, white liquid erupted from its slit One, two, three full spurts followed by a couple of smaller ones covered her hands with the thick, viscous stuff. Some of it dripped off her and onto the floor as she watched, fascinated at her first, up-close, male orgasm. Suddenly, she was sent sprawling by a push from his foot. "Bad girl! You let your Lord's sperm fall onto the floor. That is terrible. Clean it up right now." Tessa scrambled back to her knees, looking frantically about the room for something to clean with. She turned back to William for direction, finding him was watching her with amusement. "With your tongue, little Tessa. And while you're at it, clean your hands, too. By the way, you missed your time by over a minute. I think you will be glad you don't have any panties with you today when you go back home. Your little fanny is going to be very tender when we are done today. I suspect that you will find a reason to stand on the subway ride home." William and Catherine. William stalked jubilantly back into his apartments and skidded to a stop when he saw Catherine waiting for him. The two lovers moved together, trying to get closer. "You're home." he crowed lifting her into the air and spinning her about, before dropping her back into a clinch. He came back up for air. "Is Pat okay or are you going back?" His voice was hopeful. "Free at last, lover. Doc said he was safe on his own, now. Pat still prefers to stand, but at least he can sit now. The bruises are healing slowly, but the cuts are no longer dangerous. He can drive his car far enough to go get his own food. He's well enough and strong enough to toss me out on my ear now, and frankly, I have suffered enough humiliation over this. I do not need that final indignity on top of everything else." William understood without asking what she meant. She was a pro, and she had screwed up. Now, she had to use that failure to make herself better. He hoped that Patrick would give her that chance. "Is he coming back? Did you discuss our offer?" William did not like failing either. "We discussed that issue my first day there, or rather, I discussed it. He sort of listened. He's thinking about it. It's all he'll say. He won't be fit for any real scening for another couple more weeks anyway; still can't bend very well at the waist. Hopefully, that extra time will help him to distance himself from the worst of his experience with me and to give us another chance." Her eyes were clouded and far away. William could almost see her trying to will that hoped for decision to occur. She shook herself back. "Enough of that. How was your day?" Time to lighten things up a bit, he thought. He gave her a very conspiratorial smile. "Great. Tessa got her first real hands-on experience today." William went on to give his lover a detailed picture of the session with the Virgin Slave, as Tessa was now known to the rest of the staff. "You should have seen her, Cat. She licked and savored that cum like a gourmet restaurant critic testing the quality of the sauce at a new restaurant. Then, she orgasms while I am dusting her with the crop. I know that the cropping was only a 'tickler' and that I was playing with her pussy and the ass plug the whole time. I also know that we have slaves who regularly cum under the crop, but even those subs don't do it their first time under the crop. Even the kinkiest of our clients are usually too damned scared to do anything other then clench their butts and take it the first time. Damn, but I'm going to have a hard time not taking what she's offering. That is one very hot young lady." He shook himself to bring himself back to the present and continued. "On the other hand, I had a scene with Barb Sutton today and I finally found out the reason for her so-generous gift of my time to Tessa. I've always thought that this idea was screwy and that there had to be more to it than just a concerned friend helping out her pal. Turns out that the oh-so- compassionate Miss Sutton has the hots for Theresa. Big Time! Threw a few passes at the girl when she first brought Tess in as her roommate. Theresa was so naive, she did not even recognize the lines Barb was using. Really messed with Barb's horny mind. She wanted Tess so bad she couldn't even think straight, but was afraid she'd split permanently if Barb went too far. Then, Tess started talking about getting engaged and Barb is suddenly watching her little chicken getting ready to go play with a rooster. "The real reason Barb sent her to us because she knows we have that 'Bi- try" lesson in the optional sequence. Barb was going to selflessly offer to do the girl-girl scene with her friend. Just so Tess wouldn't be embarrassed being so intimate with a stranger, don't you know?" He grinned. "I didn't let our little blond, rich bitch cum until she promised to continue to support Tessa's program." His smile became diabolical at the memory of her begging and pleading. "Although right now, I'm having so much fun with Tess, I'd probably work her for free." "By the way, I also learned something else from little Barbara. Guess who the prospective fiance is?" Catherine shrugged, not knowing and not really caring. "So tell me. Must be someone we know. One of our clients?" William gave her his best 'you-ain't-gonna-believe-this' smile. "Your favorite martial arts master and mine. Pat." "You're making that up. That can't be true." Catherine's voice cracked into a choking squeak in her surprise. "Nope. I checked the old society columns and found some gossip columns making innuendo. Michelene's son is something of a celebrity in this town." "My God." Catherine breathed. "He's got to come back, now." "Yes, I would say so, too. And I think I know how I'm going to keep Tess virginal for her future husband, now." Patrick It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when May dropped Patrick off in the very same office where he'd first met Lady Catherine. This time there was an additional chair and May told him to make himself comfortable. He'd called yesterday and asked if Catherine would see him today. Now, he was here, again. He'd come full circle. Only now, maybe he was ready to get on with the program. The door opened and Catherine strode in. Patrick stood in greeting. She was in business dress again. This time a grey slacks with a light pink blouse and matching grey heels. She held out her hand in greeting. Surprised, Patrick took the proffered hand, squeezed it, the made a courtly bow over her hand and kissed it. "Milady Catherine, thank you for seeing me on such short notice." he murmured as he rose back up and released her hand. Damn, would this kid never stop flustering and surprising her? No, not a kid. He was young, but he was not a kid. Part of the problem was she had kept compartmenting him in her mind as a kid. Then, his reactions to herself and her games always caught her off guard. "Until we finish our chat, Pat, why don't you call me Catherine, or Cathy, if you prefer. We can deal with the issues at hand more directly if we aren't tripping over the rituals. Rituals, I might add, that are subject to your decision to return or not. Please, sit down." She gestured back to the chair he'd been sitting in. "So, Pat, why are you here? Are you going to come back and try again, or is there something else you want to talk about?" "Did Dina tell you about my father's visit?" Catherine shook her head, and made a mental note to have a talk with that girl. Keeping track of his mental outlook had been as important as taking care of him. She NEEDED that kind of information ahead of time, dammit. "I'm still quite surprised that he submits to you on a regular basis. Both of you told me that but it does not fit my concept of him." "Your father is a very sensual man, Pat. I enjoy him and I think he enjoys me. Have you come to any conclusions about his admission?" "After a lot of thinking, I've decided that his needs for your games are not in me. Either I don't need that type of outlet for tension and emotion at this point in my life or I am significantly different in temperament. I believe it's the latter. I don't believe that submitting will ever be the pleasant release from cares that it is for my Dad." Catherine schooled her features to give no hint of her inner turmoil. Was he going to give her a chance to redeem herself or not? "Very well, Patrick. I understand what you are saying and I even agree with much of it. Where does that leave us? What do you intend to do? Did you come down here today so that you could see my face when you told me to go to hell?" "No, Catherine, I'm not that vindictive. You were right. I still need to recover. Your offer to help, regardless of who does the helping, made the difference to me. I could tell that you meant it, that my recovery was important to you. I need that kind of support and after careful consideration, I've decided that I can trust you to give it to me. And my Dad obviously trusted you to send me to you in the first place. He still does, by the way. Those reasons alone would have finally brought me back here for another try." Sweet relief poured over Catherine like a cool shower on a hot day. Another chance, she was going to get a second chance. Pat continued. "The fact that you offered to fulfill one of my all time fantasies did not hurt, either. I have always dreamed of Mastering a beautiful woman, of being able to, well, the phrase I use is 'to own' her." She watched him as his eyes betrayed the thoughts. So, that's the way of it. And I bet I know just who it is you want to own, too. "I want to learn what you can teach me." Catherine decided to push just a little. "And do you also agree to keeping me on as your Instructress, at least initially?" Please, God, please. She fought to keep from holding her breath, waiting for his reply. "My Dad said that you are the best. He doesn't use such words lightly. That's what I need, the best, for both my goals." She released the breath she'd been trying unsuccessfully not to hold. One goal achieved. Now she had to accomplish one more thing. Today was an opportunity not to be missed, but she was uncertain how far or how hard to push it. "When do we start? Now?" God, what if he said no? He shrugged. "I can, if you want to try something." "I have something prepared, Pat, on the chance that you would agree to continue. In keeping with my promises to you, I will tell you that this scene will involve some bondage, some forced oral servitude, and some corporal punishment. I think all those aspects are necessary because of the negative repercussions from our last scene. You need to face down those issues in a scene and you need to face me doing them to you. You have to learn that you can trust me during a session, even when I am making you very uncomfortable." He started to interrupt, but she held up a hand for silence. "I know, you seem to trust me now, at least a little bit, but it will be different outside of this room. You and I both have to face the demon I created with you last time and we have to face it together. Can you give me the remainder of the afternoon for this?" He thought about what she said and then nodded. "I agree. We do need to face this; the sooner the better." "Very well, Patrick. Two more things. When we meet outside of the Academy, or inside this office, we will be on neutral ground. We will leave Lady Catherine and slave patty outside of these walls and inside the Academy proper. That way, we can have discussions like these without having to deal with those rituals I mentioned earlier." Pat nodded his agreement and waited for her to continue. "Secondly, I promised you a safety word." she paused momentarily, "Pat, I want you to have only one word, one that ends the session completely. You aren't in this for the scene itself, for what a bottom might see as fun. A word that tells the top 'it is getting too intense, back off a bit, but don't stop completely', doesn't make sense. Therefore, if you say the word 'recovery' at any time during a scene, that session ends right there. I stop whatever is going on and leave unless there is a safety issue involved. May will be in to release you and see to your needs or hurts, and then we will meet in this room immediately to figure out what happened. If you are gagged, I will give you a ball to hold. Drop the ball, and the same thing happens. Do you understand and do you agree?" Patrick nodded his agreement. "Yes to all of the above." Catherine smiled her approval and pressed the button on her desk. May arrived moments later. "Prepare him." The brisk tone of command was back. "Have him ready for me in fifteen minutes." Pat stood looking at himself in the full length mirror on the clinic door. He was nude and bound. At least they hadn't shaved him again. His hands were restrained behind his back with leather wrist cuffs. A new appliance was strapped tightly to his groin. It combined a strap around the root of his cock, like the one Catherine had used on him before, and other attached straps that encircled and separated each of his balls. A heavy metal ring between the two testicle straps was connected to a leash. May had put the leash hand loop into his mouth, telling him to hold it there for Lady Catherine's arrival. Already, he was getting a hardon from the tight cock ring. A full head helmet completed his preparations. The tightly laced, fitted leather helmet covered his entire head and neck except for his eyes, nose and mouth. It was locked to him by means of a wide leather collar that forced him to hold his head up high. May had left after lacing up the helmet. He guessed he was ready. He hoped he was ready, but what was he ready for?