Partnering Chapter 8 Warming up to Her Studies Theresa She felt like a clown. Heck, she looked like a clown. Literally. May had dressed her in a bright blue rubber catsuit that covered her from chin to feet to fingers. At least now she could identify the strange smelling material in May's minidress - it was the same rubber stuff as this thing. It amazed her that this suit had fit her. It looked so tiny when May had held it up for her inspection. Actually, the cheeks of her ass poked through a hole in the seat, although her vagina was covered. That felt really funny. She was in the training room with one of her sexual parts covered. felt almost as strange as being nude felt that first time. Even though it was covered, though, she was not allowed to forget that center of her femininity. The crotch of the suit had a ridge of tiny rubber cilia that or bristles that split her pussy lips and teased her clit. The gloves were odd, too. Her fingers from the last knuckle to her nails and her palms were bare. Finally, her nipples poked through two nickel sized holes in the suit's front. Only problem was that her nipples were at least Susan B. Anthony dollar sized, and those holes PINCHED! The things were rock hard and erect. Tess remembered the pinching and pulling May had needed to pull both nipples, including the aureoles, through those holes. She probably blushed, except that made up as she was, she couldn't tell. The mask was rubber; a Bozo the Clown face, complete with orange hair. Her real hair was hidden in the mask's skull cap. Her nose and mouth were left uncovered until May had glued a red ball onto her nose, then covered any exposed skin with white grease paint. Her mouth and nipples were painted bright red, matching her nose. Ruffled cowls were added around her neck, ankles and wrists, and exaggeratedly wide white high heels completed her preparations. May had made a great production of leading her to the full length mirror in the changing room, holding her hands in front of Tessa's eyes. "Ta tata ta TA!" May had mimicked a musical fanfare. "Ladies and Gentleman! I give you the one, the only .." the hands had slipped from her eyes, "BUNN-ZO, the Clown." Tess had gaped at the mirror's reflection. She looked absurd. Erotic, too, but mostly, she was absurd. How could she be seen in this? Of course, she didn't have a choice, unless she wanted to quit. Still, it was really hard to feel sexy and desirable when all you wanted to do was laugh at your own reflection. May had smacked her white butt with her palm. "C'mon, Bunn-zo, time for you to do your tricks." Now she was here, in the training room, feeling more conspicuous and self conscious than she had in weeks. Just when she was starting to get comfortable with her developing persona, they slipped this in on her. In her time at the Boyleston Academy, she'd begun to accept her sexual submissiveness. She enjoyed having strong men and women tell her what to do, how to behave and even having them punish her for her shortcomings. Sexually, anyway. She was the same as ever at school and with her friends. She wasn't inclined to submit in her regular life, but now, in her fantasies, she reveled in submission. When she was like this, on display and waiting for her Master, waiting for a session's start, she felt so alive, so aware. Every nerve tingled to the slightest change in her surroundings. Gosh, this suit was hot. She'd bet money she was sweating tracks in the grease paint. The door opened to admit William and another man. William wore simple leather trousers, a biker jacket and boots. Clothes like that usually meant she wasn't going to get to play with his cock. How disappointing. The other games were fun, particularly Marielle's games (she'd learned that she liked making another woman climax with her tongue), but they weren't as much fun as playing with William's dick. Besides, the care and feeding of a man was what she really had come here to learn. William settled into his chair. Tessa made her obeisance. Stronger now, she could hold the awkward position for longer periods. She felt quite smug about this facet of her training. She hadn't been disciplined for an obeisance related failing in weeks. The unknown man was behind her. Something long and hard prodded a breast, lifting a hard nipple. Something poked her ass, teasing her anus. Grimly, she fought to hold position until released by Lord William. A line of fire ignited across both cheeks of her ass, jerking her out of her bow with an undignified squawk of surprise. "She broke, Milord" a quiet, strange sounding voice behind her said. "Yes, she did. Most disappointing. Make your bow again, slave, correctly this time." Tess quickly returned her nose to the floor, her hands extended in supplication. "You've shamed me in the eyes of my colleague, Master Donald. We will deal with that later. Now, rise, and we'll see if you can placate his indignation over my patently inadequate training." The quiet, commanding voice behind her answered William. "I think, Milord, that we must assume the student is at fault and not the teacher." The man moved to stand beside William. He was taller than Lord William, but he did not have the same heavy musculature. He was lean and trim, with the long, sinewy muscles of a runner. He wore a leather hauberk and loincloth, leather sandals and arm shields. A black hood hid his face and muffled his voice. In his hand, he carried the black crop responsible for the stinging fire across her bottom. He reminded Tessa of a Roman gladiator. "So what shall we do with her, my friend? I find her attire entirely appropriate to her comical performance, but we didn't come here for comedic entertainment." The gladiator moved back behind her. "Well, that ridiculous outfit covers everything of interest but her ass. It would appear to be too much trouble to get her out of it." "Her mouth is available." William was politely apologetic. "Not entirely trained, but available. I'm sorry, but her cunt must be left alone. Other than that, whatever you can reach, you can have." A muffled snort. "I don't know if I could get an erection in a face like that. What about her ass?" Another resigned sigh. "Virgin, I'm afraid. Oh, she's had some dildo discipline to train her and to prepare the way for fucking, but until now, I haven't felt her ass suitably trained to endanger my cock. Are you certain you won't at least try her mouth? If she should exceed herself and get you hard, then perhaps her ass cherry might be amusing as restitution for her poor behavior." Tess shivered as they discussed her supposed inadequacies as if she weren't present. Alarm bells rang in her head, their vibrations felt from her mouth to her pussy. Was it going to happen, now? Her first real cock to suck? And then, what? To get that stranger's cock put up her ass? She wished she could see the gladiator's cock but it was hidden by the knee length loin cloth. O god, what if he was bigger than Lord William? The thought of William's cock in her ass was scary. The gladiator's cock was unknown and therefore, even more scary. She shuddered partly in some deeply feminine fear, partly in anticipation. Had she even agreed to this? She tried to remember. William had promised to keep her technically a virgin. No problem there, her puss was rubber shielded. He'd also promised that nothing would endanger her health. Anyone she saw would be clean and healthy, and that she would suffer no real injury. She trusted William, but she DID NOT KNOW this man. She'd thought she would do these intimate things with William. Now, he was giving her gifts away, to another man. William must trust the man. She trusted William, didn't she? He promised not to hurt her. She could still use her word, make it stop, couldn't she? "I guess I'll let her attempt to fellate me. If she gets me hard, I'll do her the favor of opening her ass. If she doesn't, ...., but with your superb training, I'm sure we don't need to worry about that." William's face became very hard. "No, we won't need to worry about that." He reached out to lift Tessa's chin so that their eyes locked. "Please my friend, little one. The alternative to getting your little white ass fucked is not something you want to consider." "Face me, little clown." The muffled voice was soft now, and intense. She spun on her knees to face the man her Master had given her to. She gaped in surprise at what she saw. The loin cloth was on the floor. Not as thick as Lord William's, his cock was still larger than the thickest butt plug she'd taken. "Impress me, little clown. Show me the worth of your teacher." The implied slur against William, galvanized Tess into action. She trusted William, so she would play this out. She scurried over to the gladiator on her knees and almost fell in surprise. Rubber sensation grabbed at her puss and breasts. The movement in the suit made the rubber squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Those little rubber bristles slid back and forth across her inflamed clit, sending erotic little sparks into her belly. Steeling herself to control her reaction, she came head to head with his penis. Fascinating, utterly fascinating. Tessa extended her tongue for her first taste of live penis. Carefully, she traced the outline of the slit with just the lightest touch. It was so soft and warm, maybe just a little salty. She ran her tongue from the tip to the root on the underseam. She felt her man shiver and saw his cock start to harden. She drew back and took the head into her mouth. She simply held it there, letting her tongue explore the nooks and crannies. Remembering that her hands were free, she teased his scrotum and tickled his balls with her nails and fingers. Firmly gripping his root in her right hand she began to work him in earnest, hand and mouth. The salty flavor got stronger. The cock's softness disappeared. When she pulled off to lick at the head, she saw pre-cum forming at the slit, and the cock becoming rigidly hard in her hands. Impress him, indeed. She was impressed, too. This cock was about an inch longer than Lord William's; a little smaller in girth, but not by much. Maybe she ought to get him to come in her mouth and protect her ass for a while longer. She went back to work, using every trick she'd learned from the tapes and from the games with toys and William. Her gladiator groaned. Strong hands gripped her head, pulling her off his dick. The muffled voice sounded raspier. "Make obeisance to your Lord, little clown." That confused Tess. Was the scene over? The gladiator hadn't come yet, but having been reprimanded already for failing to perform that ritual properly, she spun back to William and complied. From behind her, strong hands gripped hers and pulled them behind her back. A loud >>snick<< told her that the wrist ruffles doubled as cuffs. Her ankles were similarly restrained and a short chain run from her ankles between her legs and breasts to her collar ruffle. She was locked in her obeisance, her round clown nose pushed into the floor. She was lifted and carried to a padded bench and put back onto her knees. A "U" shaped pillow was put under her head, covering her eyes, effectively blindfolding her. Hands massaged her bottom; grease paint acting like a lubricant. One hand slipped between her legs, fondling the rubber cilia onto her clit. Her pinched nipples were mashed into the soft cushions of the bench. A knot was forming in the pit of her belly as she teased and titillated both by unseen hands and by that infernal suit. Something cool anointed her anus. Something hard, maybe a finger, started tapping at her hole; not hard, just persistently. She tried to relax, but she reflexively clenched to each tap. The tapping stopped, to start again once more of the cool, slippery stuff had been applied. A tickle started inside her ass and she shifted as far back as she could to try and get the tapping to relieve the itch. She was trying to meet the taps halfway now. The hand on her pussy was making her more excited with each passing second. On one particularly hard back thrust, the finger popped into her ass. It began to fuck her slowly, evenly. She was growling in her throat. Her ass relaxed and another finger joined the first to be joined soon by a third. She was so close, if only the hand on her pussy and the fingers in her ass would push .. just .. a .. little bit .. more, just .. The hands left her tilting on the precipice. "NOOOOOOoooo" she yelled. She wiggled her bottom as much as her bondage would permit, searching for the lost sensation. Those powerful hands gripped her ass and held her still. Thumbs separated her cheeks and pulled them apart. A thick, blunt object butted against her defenseless asshole. THIS WAS IT! She knew what was coming, knew she was ready for, knew she wanted it, still she clenched. A stinging slap fired her bottom. "Relax. I'll go slowly, but I am going to fuck your ass." She inhaled, trying the relaxation exercises that helped her take the dildos. She thought she heard the >>pop<< when the head finally slipped into her. He did not drive into her like the men in the videos did. He kept his cock very still after the initial penetration and let her get used to the strange feeling of something hard and alive up her hienie. A hand came back to massage the clit-tingling rubber tips again. Another had reached under her to tease and pinch her inflamed nipples. Her breath came in short gasps as she strove to increase the sensation, to get over that precipice. Her back arched, trying to seat him deeper. He started to move. Very slow and shallow strokes slid his cock in and out of her ass. The intense feelings seemed to short circuit her brain. Only the orgasm building in her guts mattered. Strange that the women in the videos were always yelling at the men to fuck them, harder, whatever. Tess couldn't have said a word to save her life. He finally fully seated himself in her and stopped again. She was so full. He couldn't stop now. She was so close. With all the strength she could muster, she clamped down on his cock and shimmied her ass. That did it. He started moving again, faster and deeper now. And then, it hit her. If she hadn't been so tightly bound, she would have unseated him. Every muscle in her body contracted and then sprang like an overwound watch. She couldn't keep air in her lungs. She screamed and pulled against the chains holding her. Everything went black. Theresa and Catherine Tessa awoke unbound and unmasked. May was leaning over her with the white grease paint applicator in her hand. "Hold still, silly, I'm almost done and Lady Catherine is waiting for you." May whitened the skin that had been covered by the damned clown mask and then used some black paint on Tessa's brows and eyelids. The bright red on Tessa's mouth, nipples and nails were freshened. With May's help, Tessa sit up on the bench. The neck, ankle and wrist ruffles were gone. So were the overly wide white shoes. May gave her a pair of bright red high heels that were nearer her normal height. A red belt and a red satin cape completed her ensemble. "Let me fix your hair and then you'll be ready for the next scene." May smirked at her. "Maybe you'll enjoy this one as much as getting your pretty little buns fucked, eh, Bunn-zo?" Tess blushed under the heavy makeup. Her hair was a mare's nest from the skull cap and took a while for May to comb out and ruffle into a lion-like mane. Just as she finished, Catherine walked into the room, dressed in a black leather catsuit, similar to Tessa's, except that Catherine's left her puss bare, not her ass. She carried the strap that Tess now associated with her. (Tess had not enjoyed THAT scene. That strap hurt!) In her other hand, Catherine carried the paddle Tess had been learning to use. "Stand up, Girl, let me look at you." Tess rose and stood at attention for Catherine's inspection. "Come to the mirror and look at yourself." Tess did and was surprised again. The catsuit had made her feel foolish just an hour before. Now she looked powerful, dangerous. The white skin and stark makeup made her into a 1930's movie villainess from a Fu Manchu serial. "Come with me, Theresa. I will explain as we go." Tessa hurried to keep up with Lady Catherine. She wished she could walk as confidently in such extreme high heels. May's thoughtful provision of a pair with only four inch heels, saved Tess from falling on her face while keeping up with the Catherine. "All right, Tessa, in this lesson, you will be a top, a Mistress, a dominatrix. The young woman we will instruct wants to be forced to perform orally while under strict bondage and while being corrected corporally. You will get to try out your paddle on a real target and our young slave slut will get the full benefit of that ass full of male spunk you're carrying." She watched Tessa's reaction carefully and saw nothing more than a shiver of anticipation. She stopped to look her apprentice in the eyes. "Tell me the truth, Tessa. You've just been through a pretty tough session, that included losing your anal virginity. Are you okay? Can you handle this?" Her eyes sparkling, Tessa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, milady. Besides," Her grin was mischievous, "My ass can use a nice soft, soothing tongue licking." Catherine shook her head. William was right. This girl was hot. Good thing she was a natural bottom and Patrick was such a strong, emerging top. They were naturally compatible, but both Catherine and William believed that occasional switching was a necessary part of D/S committed relationships. Catherine's own first training as a top had begun because William wanted her to be able to dominate him on those rare occasions he wanted to bottom out. She had shown such a flair for it, that she had ultimately become the Academy's top domme. So she and William had each other for that type of give and take. Her heart knew she was now and would always be William's, but she also knew he felt the same way about her. She wanted that for Patrick with this woman of his choice. That meant that Tess had to learn how to carry off the occassional scene as the top. This scene was an opportunity too good to miss. Two birds and all that. Catherine led her charge into the room and smiled at the restrained, helmeted figure before them. It was a masterpiece of the bondage art. The woman was face up on a low cot, a wide leather strap above her breasts passed and under her arms holding her tightly to the bench. Her knees were hung on a padded bar pulled above her head so that her lower body was lifted off the bench, her ass beautifully presented for strap and paddle. Straps on the knee bar held her knees wide apart while ankle chains pulled her lower legs at right angles with her thighs. A metal plate was held by strong springs to her ankle straps. Attached to the plate was a pole that ended in a dildo sheathed in the woman's vagina. The dildo had a vertical hilt that pressed sharp little rubber spikes into her clitoris. Her arms were extended to near their limit by wrist cuffs attached to the dildo's support pole. She had to arch her feet or stretch her arms to push against the springs to keep the spikes off her clitoris. This gave her a hard choice. Be like a ballerina, continually 'en pointe' to keep those spikes off her clit. Only this girl was not a dancer and her leg and ankle muscles were not trained for this type of stress. Or push with undevloped arm and pectoral muscles against the strong springs. Eventually, her muscles would cramp, or just give out, and the sharp little teasers would slip into tender pussy flesh. Tessa stood by, ready to follow her lead. This bondage was far more rigorous than any she had been trained to withstand. The woman wore a skull mask covering her from the top of her head to the her nose. No hair fell below the mask, nor did the eyebrows show in the mask's eye holes. Sparse, pale yellow white hairs surrounded the girth of the thick prick spreading the girl's cunt. How could she breathe in that position? Catherine went to the girl's feet to lean languidly against the dildo plate on the girl's feet. "Hello, slave slut." A sharp intake of breath answered the increased pressure on the dildo's rubber spikes. The girl closed her eyes in strain; calf muscles bunched in the effort to lift Catherine's weight in addition to the springs. "G.. Good After...noon, Milady." she rasped out. "Oh dear. Am I leaning too hard, slave slut? Oh do forgive me." Her tone dripped with feigned sympathy but Tess noticed she held her weight on the bar for several long seconds before bouncing herself off with the springs. She sauntered up to stand on the across the girl's head from Tess. "I brought a guest to help deal with that impudent ass of yours, little bitch. I'd like to introduce Mistress Theresa. She is very talented with the paddle and she loves being orally worshiped. Unfortunately, she prefers to keep undertrained sluts like you away from her pussy. Lucky for you she likes her ass eaten." The girl's had kept attention used on her Instructress up to that point. Her gaze shifted to Tessa who was working very hard at looking stern. Catherine thought that the exotic makeup helped more than Tess knew, but she was trying so hard Catherine nearly chuckled. Recognition hit the woman on the bench. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened to say something. Catherine moved to stop the outburst that would ruin everything. She blithely stepped over the girl's head and settled her pussy onto the open mouth. "I, on the other hand," she sighed dramatically, "have the duty to get that inept tongue of yours to some semblance of skill." Catherine's tone changed one of pure evil and malice. "Eat me, bitch, and do it well, or Mistress Theresa will, uhhhmm, encourage you." Noisy slurpings issued from under Lady Catherine as the slave complied. Tessa strolled back to where she could get a good swing at the girl's bottom. She glanced at the spring rig on the girl's ankles and was surprised to see mechanical stops that prevented the spikes from driving too far into the girl's puss. Did the girl know about that safety factor? How many of the toys that had been used on her had similar safety features? "Mistress, the bitch is not trying hard enough. Six of your best, please, full across her ass." Tess remembered her training. She never struck hard enough the first time. She closed her eyes and gave the padded paddle everything she had. >>Splllattt<< A muffled shriek bubbled up from Catherine's crotch. Tess saw the Lady's eyes shut and her lips quiver in response to the vibrations. Tess swung again and again, until she completed the ordered half dozen. The ass in front of her was becoming a shiny pink. She ran an inquisitive finger over the brightest colored area and felt the girl shudder. Catherine stood and steeled herself. She was not as unaffected as she let on. "Hopeless. Mistress, please sit on the bitch's face for me. I'm going to express my displeasure in a manner she will understand. I should have come at least three times, slut, in the time I gave you. I'm going to touch you up with my strap for that failure. Six strokes per lost orgasm, and six more if you can't eat Mistress Theresa to orgasm while I'm at it. Mistress, your seat." She held out her hand like a MaŚtre D' offering a chair to a patron. Her mind awhirl, Tess settled her ass onto the girl's face. Too gently, evidently, because Catherine immediately mimed that she was to SIT. Tess SAT. It felt really funny, her ass cheeks separating about what she knew was the face of a stranger. "Any tongue action yet, Mistress?" "Not yet, Lady Catherine. The slut seems to be disinterested in my gift." SSSSThhhwack! The girl jerked and screamed into Tessa's ass. What a unique feeling. "That one doesn't count, slut. Get that tongue busy. I want to hear some serious slurping and some serious Mistress pleasure sounds. Mistress went and got a load of male spunk for you to eat and you had better clean her out. NOW!" The strap struck again. The tongue was THERE, in her ASS! Catherine watched both the slave and her apprentice with a smile. Tessa had obviously picked up on her clues. She was doing all she could to hide any response to the oral assault on her ass. She finished the last of the first eighteen and Tess had managed to keep her silence. "Pitiful, you useless slut, just pitiful. That's a well earned additional half dozen." The slut's ass was bright red now, so Catherine let up on the force a bit. The girl would have a hard enough time sitting for a while. Tessa was biting her lip to keep from moaning her pleasure, but she did hold out and gave away nothing of what she was feeling to the slave. Excellent. "Enough. I am disgusted. Let's get out of here, Mistress. This slut is not worth our effort." Catherine made a couple of quick adjustments to the toe plate and dildo bar. When she finished, Tess saw that the girl could no longer reach the plate, but the dildo was just as deep in her as before. Catherine pulled the plate back and let it go. The dildo started sliding in and out of the girl; oscillating under the spring force, driving those rubber spikes into her clit over and over again. "That will keep you busy until I can be bothered to have someone get rid of you. Mistress?" Catherine headed for the door. Once outside with the door shut, May joined them. "Did you cum in there, Tess?" Tess shook her head shyly. "No, Milady. I was working too hard not to show how turned on I was that I couldn't let go." An understanding smile lit features that Tess normally thought of as stern. "That's okay. Hardest part of the business and happens to all dommes in training. NOW." Her tone changed back to her 'Mistress in command' voice. "Before you take her off, May, we need to take care of something. Restrain her hands please." Catherine said. May gripped Tessa's hands in surprisingly strong grips and then spun, putting her back to Tess and levering her shoulder into Tessa's armpits. Bending hard at the waist, May succeeded in 'horsing' the taller Tess off her feet, and making her bend at the waist, too. "You failed to make a proper obeisance to Lord William earlier, Tessa. He has imposed a five stroke penalty with the strap as your discipline. Now be a good girl and take it like a woman. You wouldn't want that slut in the room to know you are being punished." Taking the strap without yelling was horrible. Tess was certain she'd never sit again. She refused to sit for May to remove the makeup so May gave her the cold cream and let her do it herself. The black paint had run. She looked like a demented raccoon.