Partnering  Chapter 6    Reexamination

Patrick

Catherine entered the changing room with a flourish, surprising Pat.  This
was the first time that she had personally come to fetch him.  Usually, May
delivered him to Catherine.  That was not the only surprise.  Catherine was
dressed in the same outfit she'd worn during that fateful session.  She
came for him in the same impossibly tall and sexy high heels, the same
black silk stockings with red roses up one leg, and the same black leather
waist and crotch strap.  This time, however, he did not have to guess at
its purpose.  Today, that long, thin anal dildo already bobbed gently over
her groin.  His eyes fixed on the toy, remembering how she had tried to use
it before.  

She saw his furtive downward glance and grinned saucily at his obvious
dismay.  Her gloved hand reached up to teasingly caress his cheek before
taking the leash from his mouth.  She moved closer to him, the nipples of
her full breasts digging into his skin.  She leaned into him and kissed him
deeply.  He responded to her erotic power and tried to follow her mouth
when she retreated from him when a light tug on his balls brought him up
short.  She walked behind his back and leaned into him again, letting him
feel the dildo probe at the crease of his ass.  He went up on tiptoe to try
and escape her.  Laughing, she followed him, keeping the tip of the dildo
lodged just between his ass cheeks. Only her leash on his balls held him
rooted in place, unable to flee the intruder at his backside.  Teasing
fingers slid slowly up his ribs to tease at his breasts and to pinch at his
nipples.

Hot breath tickled at the back of his neck and her signature perfume,
tinged with fine leather, assailed his senses.   Her voice became a husky
whisper at his ear.  "You saw my little dickie, did you, patty.  Feel it
back here, ready to open you?  Ready to FUCK you?"  A quick jab of her hips
punctuated her last question.  She chuckled softly in his ear.  "Oh, you'll
feel it, all right, soon, my lad, very soon.  Maybe not today, maybe not
our next time, but I will fuck your tight, pretty boy-ass, patty.  All part
of the Academy experience, and you know what?  You may not want to like it,
but you will cum your brains out when I do.  You will love me fucking your
ass."  Her teeth pulled gently on his ear.  "That's the ultimate in
domination for a man, don't you think?  Being made to want, being made to
love something you want, really want to hate at the hands of a woman who
takes away any choice in the matter."

She clucked her tongue in mock sympathy.  "Poor patty.  Well, let's go. 
Everything is ready for you to prove to me that tongue of yours is ready
for my personal instruction and use."  She moved toward the door with
Patrick trying to keep some slack in the leash, but off balance without his
arms.  She stopped suddenly and he nearly ran into her.  She turned and
kissed him again, her hand gripping and teasing at his now fully erect
cock.  She smiled at him, nose to nose.  "And don't think for one second
that I missed your failure to make your proper obeisance to your
Instructress, little man.  We will deal with THAT after you impress me with
that quick tongue of yours."  One more light squeeze on his dick, and she
was off again, leading him down the hall at a trot to keep the tension off
his balls.  But what was she leading him to?

Catherine felt like crowing.  He saw the dildo, felt the dildo; he took the
verbal teasing and he did not quit, did not use the code word.  That was a
risk, but one she had needed to take.

The room she led Pat into seemed to be dark until he realized that the
illumination in the room came from red lights.  It played funny tricks with
colors.  The pink anal probe seemed to glow blood red, and the red roses on
Catherine's stockings shimmered hypnotically.  She looked like some red
skinned, shadow shrouded demon out of Dante's Inferno.  Abandon hope all ye
who enter here.  Everything was eerily wrong colored and it took a few
moments for his eyes to adjust to the strange illumination.

As his eyes cleared, he became aware of something in the center of the
room.  It was a woman.  Catherine led him toward her.  She was laying, face
up, on some type of bench.  The bench itself was fairly low since she only
came up to a little above the tops of Pat's knees.  Her arms were tied
behind her to the head side legs of the bench; her legs were similarly tied
at the foot of the cot, but to the inside of the bench legs.  The restraint
forced her legs to wrap around the bench, spreading her legs wide apart at
the knees.  Like Patrick, she was confined to a full face bondage helmet. 
Long hair of undefinable color flowed from a small hole at the top of the
helmet, shimmering crimson in the red light.  A ball gag with a breather
hole filled her mouth and dark, black lensed glasses hid the rest of her
features.  Pat wondered if she could see or if the glasses doubled as a
blindfold.  Then he noticed that the part of the bench that supported her
head was not as wide as the rest of the bench.  In fact, it was narrower
than the breadth of her head.

A tug on his leash brought him back to Catherine.  She pulled him up to the
girl's head. He was positioned so that his knees rested in cushioned
hollows built into the widened part of the bench.  Her head was between his
legs.  If she could see, she was getting an up close and personal look as
his ass and balls.  Pat squatted over the girl to relieve an unexpected
downward stress on his balls.  He heard two loud clicks.  Catherine
strolled to the girl's feet and turned to face him.  She held the
unattached leash in her hands.  Pat tried to rise, only to be stopped by
sudden, crushing pain in his balls and a grunt of dismay from the woman. 
He looked between his legs to see what had happened.  

The ring separating his stretched balls was connected to a similar ring
braided into the woman's hair.  When he tried to straighten, he pulled on
his testicles and her scalp.  His head snapped up accusingly to confront
Catherine.  She twirled her leash and gave him a smirk at his predicament. 
"Just a little reminder not to move too far away, patty.  Don't want you
running off before the test is over."  She walked back behind him and gave
a firm push btween his shoulderblades.  His knees buckled onto the bench
cushions and took his weight.  He could feel her holding him, providing him
a balance point so that he did not fall and hurt himself or the girl. 
Strangely, that subtle concern for his safety and that of his unknown
partner relaxed him, comforted him.  He could handle it now.  A hand took
hold of his dick and laid it out between the eyes and down the nose of the
woman.  She squirmed in response sending tremors of almost pain through his
scrotum.

Catherine's hand rested on his shoulder and stroked him as she whispered to
him.  "Okay, patty, this is it.  Sixty minutes of pussy eating.  All you
have to do is get this slave off five times.  No hands, no stimulation of
any other erogenous zones, just tongue, lips and pussy.  Of course, if you
succeed, she fails her test.  She's supposed to be learning to control
herself.  Whichever one of you fails will be punished.  Her instructor and
I have a little side bet on the test."  She nipped sharply at his earlobe
again.  "Don't fail, patty.  I hate to lose and I won't be the only one to
pay forfeit on my little wager."

Pat looked at the woman he was to force to her pleasure.  She was
beautiful, even in the strange light.  Her body was gorgeous, with curves
her bondage accentuated.  Then he looked at her pussy.  It was bare,
completely shaved as his groin had been.  Then he saw something else - a
thin string curling out of the full lips of her cunt.  She was
menstruating!  Pat shot upright, pulling at his groin and her hair.  The
woman squealed in pain and Pat nearly fainted from the crushing grip on his
testicles.  

Surprisingly strong, feminine hands gripped his falling torso, holding him
upright while he regained control and fought back the pain and nausea of
his un-considered movement.  "No, not this, I won't do this! 
RECOVmmmmphhh."  Leather-gloved fingers pinched his lips closed before he
could say the word.  He shook his head, trying to free his lips, trying to
get out the word that would free him from this.  Catherine held on.

"Easy, Pat.  Now listen to me."  Her voice was soft, cajoling.  "We don't
accomplish anything here today if you bail out on me before we even start. 
Now, hear me out and consider what I say carefully.  If you want to use
your word after that, I will honor it as promised.  I will be terribly
disappointed in you, but I will honor our agreement.  All right?"  He
nodded as best he could with her fingers holding his lips shut.  She knew
he'd already made up his mind, but, dammit, she had to try.  She took a
deep breath.  "Okay, first of all, there is absolutely no health risk here. 
She is perfectly healthy and clean, so there is nothing about this that can
hurt you in any way."

She moved to the side of the bench, directly in front of Patrick.  "Look at
her, patty.  Really look at her."  Her hand went down to brush the girl's
breast and to tweak a full nipple.  Patrick felt the girl's moan in his
still painful balls.  "Look at her breasts, look how hard her nipples are,
how tight and erect.  Look at her pussy.  It is engorged, ready; the lips
are full and hot.  Her clitoris is erect, demanding, hard.  Her body is in
hormonal overload.  Every aspect of her being is reaffirming her most
essential femininity and sexuality.  With the possible exception of
pregnancy and birth, this is her body's most basic statement of her
womanhood." 

Catherine moved closer to him, her mouth against the shell of his ear.  Her
voice dropped to her husky whisper.  "Can you match that?  Are you
masculine enough, male enough, MAN ENOUGH to challenge this much woman,
this much female?"  Catherine moved from his ear until she was practically
nose to nose with Patrick.  "Yes, she will smell and taste strong.  Yes, it
is messy, but it is the essence of her sex, the essence of her.  Can you
handle it or are you going to wimp out on me?"  She stood back from him,
expectently, head cocked in challenge, and crossed her arms beneath her
breasts.  This was the critical point.  She would have to honor his code
word.  If he used it now, he wasn't the only one who would be hurt.  For
the first time, she became fully aware of the affect on the girl if he
rejected her.  No, not again, not another fuckup like the last one.

Pat stood there looking at the woman and then at Catherine.  Something
basic and primitively male was snarling in him, responding to her taunts. 
His masculine pride was at war with the prejudices of his adolescence. 
Like many young males, he had no real, first hand experience with this
aspect of a woman's body.  None of his girlfriends would make love during
their period; many would not even see him during their monthly.  He had
never considered fucking a woman who was flowing.   Make oral love to one? 
He looked at the girl again.  She was breathing deeply.  Everything about
her seemed to scream "WOMAN" and "SEX" at the core of his manhood.  Even
the strong scent emanating form her sex was arousing him.  

He shifted his gaze to Catherine.  The urge to fling his code word at her
was strong.  She met his eyes steadily.  Her challenge stung him; he had to
beat her.  And besides, now his curiosity was aroused.

Slowly, he bent his body over hers until he was nose to clit with her venus
mound.  Not inhaling to hold off the strength of her scent, he ran the tip
of his hardened tongue down one swollen lip and up the other.  The woman
shivered under his ministrations, her movement translated to his painfully
sensitive balls.  The flavor was strong, a little metallic, sort of
coppery, but not offensive.  He tentatively took another taste, using his
tongue to lift and separate the lips of her pussy.  The taste became
stronger and her reaction more frantic.  He decided he would go for it all,
that he would not quit until he had faced the whole of this experience.  If
it was too much, too gross, well, he would use the safety word and he'd
live with that.

Patrick curled the string hanging from her in his tongue and drew it into
his mouth.  Biting down firmly on the fiber, he pulled back his head,
slowly drawing out the tampon from the center of his partner's feminine
core.  It emerged from her; it's color growing darker with each fraction of
an inch uncovered.  The bound girl shivered spasmodically as the cloth plug
popped free of her pussy's suctiony grip.  Patrick's eyes crossed as he
tried to look at the limp, dripping tube hanging from his mouth.  All he
could tell was that the end that had been the furthest inside her looked
black in the harsh red light of the room.  With a flip of his head, he
pitched the tampon at Catherine.  He missed and it fell soundlessly to the
floor between her legs.  He did not see her smirk at his failed effort, nor
her smile of victory that followed the smirk.

With a deep breath, he dipped his face to the slight opening in her pussy
lips where the tampon had emerged and dug his tongue into it, literally
fucking her pussy with his tongue.  The coppery taste was deeper, richer
now, and flavored with that essential sweetness of aroused woman.  She was
shivering almost continually now.  Her hips tried to buck, to move with
him, but she was too tightly bound.  He thought he heard gag muted moans
and grunts from behind him as he tried to get deeper with his tongue. 
Moisture pooled and was covering his face and lips.  Whether it was her
menstrual discharge or her natural juices or both, he did not care.  His
chin bumped her pubic bone as he overbalanced.  The stimulation must have
gone directly to her clit as she went rigid, howled and then started
jerking spasmodically.  Her pussy seemed to suck his tongue deeper into her
as he felt her contracting in orgasm.

He was lost.  It was the most intimate, erotic experience of his life.  He
had never in his life aroused a woman so fully before and he felt
incredibly powerful.  He lost track of where he was, what time it was.  All
that mattered was the continuing discovery and conquest of this aroused
woman in heat.  He was literally suctioning the coppery tasting stuff out
of her, consuming her feminine essence.  He lost track of how often he had
brought her to climax.  His own arousal increased.  In the back of his
mind, he became aware of his hardon bouncing off the girl's nose and off
the ballgag's ball.  He felt the pull of the straps on his balls from his
and her movements, but he was so aroused, that the pain only drove him
further.

She had just started to come again, when he felt hands grasping at his
hips.  The poke of something hard hit him between the cheeks of his ass. 
Before he could recognize what that feeling was, Catherine drove the anal
probe home.  She seated the dildo fully up his ass in one, smooth thrust. 
She must have lubricated it while he was occupied with the girl. He tried
to pull himself upright, but she prevented that by grabbing his bound
wrists and levering them gently upward.  She had leverage on her side and
was able push his face back to the girl's pussy.   Pressing her advantage,
she turned on the vibrator.  Instantly, both Catherine and Pat felt the
pulsing vibrations; Pat on his prostate, Catherine on her clit.  Catherine
started a gentle fucking motion with her hips; sliding the ridges of the
probe past his anal ring, titillating the nerves just inside the asshole. 
She stroked his body, tickled his male breasts, fondled his hardening
nipples.  Patrick's restrained cock got even harder, still unable to cum
through the restriction of the cockring.

Patrick could not believe the sensations.  It was like someone had plugged
his entire groin into a light socket.  He felt like he was vibrating,
instead of that thing in his rectum.  It was so intense.  He wasn't sure,
but he thought it felt good.  It seemed to feel so good that he could not
tell exactly what he felt.  The strap around his cock felt like it was
choking him, like it was becoming even tighter.  Pressure in his balls
built up, aching for release.  He buried his face deeper into the crotch of
his partner.  The flavor was changing, getting milder.  Or was he simply
getting used to it?

Catherine was almost giddy with relief.  Pat's sudden and whole hearted
acceptance of the scene allowed her to let go and enjoy the scene, too. 
The vibrations were getting to her, as well.  She was really getting into
this.  Her passion drugged mind remembered her promise to Pat that he'd get
spanked in this session.  She did not have her strap or paddle so she made
do with her hands.  She  alternated hand strikes against his ass in time to
her thrusts, whacking him on her outstroke.  He was pushing back in time to
her thrusts, now, trying to meet her.  She doubted he even felt her spanks,
but she did not care.  Pat was enjoying this and he was successfully
exciting and satisfying the girl.  She was winning.

All three players in the session were straining toward climax.  Just before
her own orgasm, Catherine reached beneath her and released the catch on
Pat's cock ring.  With one final thrust, Catherine climax took her. 
Frantic hip rolls and the vibrations of the probe drove Patrick over the
edge.  He came, spewing semen all over the nose and lips of the woman
beneath him.  His shout of pleasure was muffled in the folds of her cunt
and sent her spiraling into a final, squealing orgasm.

A few minutes later, Catherine gently extracted her dildo from Pat's ass
and released the snapring connecting Pat and the slave girl together. 
After reattaching the leash to the scrotum ring, she shook Pat awake and
helped him to stand.  She walked to the door and opened it, Pat following
her.  May walked in, grinned at Catherine and then moved to the still
restrained girl.  Once May was in the room to ensure the girl's safety,
Catherine towed Pat out of the room, and headed back to the changing room.

After more than an hour in the strangely red-lit room, the white florescent
lighting in the changing room nearly blinded Pat.  Catherine had released
his hands.  She shook him again to get his attention.  "Remove the other
restraints, then shower, dress and wait for May to escort you out.  She
should be here in about twenty minutes.  It was a good session, Pat.  I
think we made some progress today.  Think about it and we'll talk later in
the week, okay?"  He nodded, and she gave him a caressing pat on his cheek
before she left the room.

Pat did a double take when he saw himself in the mirror.  He looked like
the guest of honor at an axe murder.  From beneath his eyes to his
pectorals, he was red or red streaked.  He could not believe he'd done
that.  He couldn't believe he'd enjoyed that.  Would SHE let him do that? 
Would SHE enjoy that?  He hoped so.

After showering and dressing, he was met by May.  As they walked out of the
changing room, a blindfolded woman was being led back towards the training
room by a leather garbed male.  Pat saw her out of the corner of his eye
and then almost gave himself whiplash spinning to convince himself of what
he had seen.  May saw him spin to look at the couple, then watched in
horror as he reeled dizzily, all the color washed from his face.  She
hastily moved in to help him to a nearby chair.  "It couldn't be, could
it?"  he muttered, "It just couldn't be." 

Theresa

The Lady Catherine and her male slave had left.  After switching the room
lights from red to white, May released the girl and rubbed the stiffness
out of her limbs.  The bondage had not been stringent, but it had been
extended.  She unbuckled the collar, undid the lacing and removed the
bondage helmet and ball gag from Theresa.  Sperm dripped down her face from
where the man had cum while the woman fucked his ass and he had eaten her
out.  She was glad Lord William had assured her that the male was
completely healthy and clean before the scene.  Still, she would not taste
his sperm.  She wiped the sticky, cooling stuff from her face with her
hands.  Well, maybe just a little taste, just to see if it is as tasty as
Lord William's.

Idly sucking her fingers while May massaged her, Tess reviewed the
incredible events of the last hour or so.  Theresa still could not believe
this had happened.  The man had been so turned on.  She would never have
thought of herself as sexy during her time of the month.  She had always
considered her monthlies as messy and kind of gross.  Cramps often put her
in her bed for hours.  Well, she sure did not have any cramps now.  

She looked down between her legs.  The insides of her thighs were red with
her discharge.  She needed a shower.  She grinned and hoped no one would
see her and think she had been mistreated.  She couldn't remember feeling
this good during one of her heavy flow days.  She sighed and stretched in
pleasant exhaustion.  She felt so good, she did not care about her
punishment for cumming so often.  She grinned again.  Maybe she'd get
punished and cum some more.

Did men really find women sexy during their periods?  Once he'd gotten past
the initial surprise, her unknown friend had practically driven her crazy
in his enthusiasm.  

Would HE want to do this with her?  Would HE enjoy this?  She hoped so.  

May led her to her changing room.  Lord William would deal with her failure
next time.

William and Catherine

Catherine's body felt heavy with the after glow of being well loved.  She
snuggled her sweat slick body closer to William.  Why was it always so much
more with William?  She got lots of good sex in her scenes.  Excellent sex
from superb, enthusiastic lovers, but none of her clients, male or female,
young or old, made her feel as good as simple, old fashioned, missionary
position loving with William did.  She sighed contently against his chest.

"How's Pat?  William asked, pulling her closer.

She frowned.  This was not what she wanted to talk about.  She wasn't sure
she knew what she wanted to discuss across their pillow, but this was not
it.  "Still in semishock, I think.  May has him in one of the dorm rooms
and is looking in on him regularly.  She thinks he'll be okay in the
morning.  The shock of seeing that bitch immediately after learning such a
disconcerting lesson about his own sexuality would be enough to overload
anybody.  If he doesn't improve by tomorrow, we'll call in a doc.  Dammit,
William, he did not need this.  He should be thinking about the session,
feeling arrogant about driving that girl into sexual nirvana.  Instead, his
lasting memory of today is going to be of seeing that bitch, again."

"The upside is that now we know who did it to him."  May had not recognized
the woman in the hallway, but she had recognized the Instructor who had
told William who the client was.   "Vera Sutton-Daniels - Barb's older
sister.  A grade B movie detective would twirl his mustache and say 'Ah
HA.'.  As it is, we can reasonably guess that Vera is also part of Barb's
plan to get into her virginal roomie's pants and to keep Pat out of them." 
William grinned.  "At least now we have a final treatment for our young
patient."

Angry at the thought of the woman, Catherine felt her fine mood
evaporating.  "Well, whatever we do to that bitch and her sister can't be
bad enough because WE don't play that rough.  Maybe they'd like a referral
to someone else."  Catherine's mind whirled as she tried to think of
someone strict enough, severe enough and mean enough to give those two what
they deserved.

William hugged her again.  "No, we don't.  But hey, Pat is not a member of
our staff, and if he gets a little carried away."  William's voice trailed
off as he let that thought sink in.

Catherine shook her head.  "Won't work.  Pat is going to be a hell of a
top, but he likes women and is basically a very gentle young man.  He
couldn't hurt a woman the way those two deserve.  I don't think any woman
will ever leave his keeping with anything more severe than a very tender
bottom.  No, he will control his bottoms with the force of his personality
and they will feel more 'owned' than if he gave them a thorough going over
with a whip."

William wasn't ready to give up.  "We'll think of something.  We have
plenty of time.  Pat starts whip training next week.  He won't be ready to
use one for a while yet.  We will find a way to deal with our Ms Sutton's. 
Trust me, love."

She chuckled in response.  "I don't know why, but I always have, Milord,
and I probably always will."