Partnering   Chapter 9   Discovery Learning

Theresa.

Tess stepped gingerly into the apartment to find Barb laying on her stomach
on the floor, watching TV.  "Hi Barb.  Furniture broken?"

Her blond roommate gave her a dirty look.  "No, stupid, I had a rough scene
at the Academy."  As if you didn't know.  You helped do it to me.

"Gee, I know how that goes.  I got strapped today myself.  Is there room
for me on that floor?"

Barb's head spun in surprise.  She didn't know.  She really didn't know. 
She'd paddled Barb's ass, and stuck her cum filled ass in Barb's face and
she did not know.  Well, if she played that rough, maybe Barb wasn't as
interested in playing in Tessa's bed as she thought.  Dammit.  She hadn't
sent Tess there to become a Bitch Mistress.   And William had made her
promise to keep paying for her training on pain of being expelled from the
Academy herself.  Shit, shit and double shit.

Catherine and William

"Well, I liked that!"  Catherine fought hard to put the correct note of
acerbic disgust in her voice.  Somehow though, bent over the back of an
easy chair, her black satin, Victorian Governess skirts thrown over the top
of her head, William's spent cock shrinking out her pussy after he'd just
fucked her into sublime insensibility, her attempt at a bitchy tone lost
something.  William had caught her by surprise as she'd returned from
dealing with a naughty boy client in the Nursery, and had ravished her. 
Quite well, too, thank you very much, but she couldn't let him off that
easily.

A very satisfied, thoroughly male chuckle answered her.  "Yeah, me, too." 
Soft, wet kisses tickled at the salty nape of her neck beneath her severe
hair bun.  Catherine started to squirm in spite of herself.  Damn the man. 
Why couldn't she ever resist him?  Another chuckle as she felt his erection
start to reassert itself.  "In fact, my love, I think I'm going to like it
again."

Catherine gave up the battle.  "More than you might think, my love."  Her
voice was throaty in arousal.  Muscles trained by long effort contracted
and gripped her lover's cock in a velvet vise.  His answering groan of
dismay brought a grin of shear devilment to her face.  Two could play at
ravishment.

Later, in their bed chamber, William unlaced Catherine's corset, kissing
each newly uncovered inch of skin.  Catherine leaned languidly against
their bedpost, basking in the affectionate attentions of her mate.  "Not
that I mind, William, but to what do I owe this enthusiastic greeting?  I
mean, I wear my 'Nanny Kate' get-up pretty regularly and I don't remember
getting attacked before.  Trust me, I WOULD remember."

William finished undoing the corset and lifted it over her head.  "The
sweet glow of triumph and a healthy dose of voyeur induced hornies."

"You had several scenes today.  You could have kept the so-lovely Miss
Sutton and gotten your rocks off.  Why lie in wait for me?"

William took his lover in his arms and looked her in the eyes.  "One,
because the triumph was with Patrick.  He broke Tess in beautifully and
made her climax her very first time, while fucking her ass, no less. 
That's our triumph, luv.  Patrick is back all the way, now, and I wanted to
share that with you.  Two, I only wanted you, so all my clients left their
lessons, quite satisfied, mind you, but satisfied by their own hands."

Unwilling to pursue this subject where it was going, Catherine changed the
direction of the conversation.  "They both did so well, today.  Tess even
took her strapping well."

I'll let you off, this time, lover, William thought to himself, but not
much longer.  "Well, that little teaser was necessary to divert Barb from
confronting Tess at home."

Catherine smirked.  "Oh, I think the condition of Miss Sutton's ass when
Tess got done with it will give her pause, too.  Mistress Theresa has more
than a little potential with that paddle, although I think she will always
prefer to be the bottom."

"Just as well.  You were right on about Patrick.  He has all the instincts
and moves to be a hell of a Master.  I think you better get busy with your
ass toughening exercises, lover.  You are going to be in Room 3-5 with that
young man before very long.  I think he's about ready for his final exam."

Mixed emotions assailed Catherine.  On one hand, pleasure at her ultimate
success and joy for Patrick, whom she had come to care for, on his
recovery.  On the other side of the ledger, was the memory of the caning
she'd taken at Patrick's hand coupled with sadness over the impending end
of their sessions together.  Patrick remained a challenge to top and
Catherine thrived on challenges.  "How soon?"

"I think we bring him in and set it before him.  She has no limits in her
contract other than the ones the Academy imposes.  She can only stop a
scene, she can't veto a scene or an Instructor.  It looks like a go."

Catherine grimaced, her hand moving instinctively to rub her bottom.  Then
had another thought.  "Well, that session will take a while to set up.  In
the meantime, I wanted to remind you that we are coming up on our regular
biweekly in the dungeon and it's my turn to wield the whip.  And I know
just what I want to do, O fearless Master."  An evil grin lit her features
as she played the scene out in her mind.

He should have been scared witless.  The scene was going to be a
sonuvabitch.  But he wasn't.  She loved him too much to hurt him and she
was what he had trained her to be:  the perfect mate for Lord William of
the Boyleston Academy.  This was part of it.  If she didn't love getting
him when it was her turn, they wouldn't be as good together as they were. 
"Care to give Willie a hint, there, lover?"

Catherine patted him on the cheek.  "Of course not, lover.  That would
spoil half my fun.  Now get into bed.  My pussy needs some attention."

Patrick

Patrick awaited Catherine's arrival in the dressing room outfitted in his
dominant leathers.  That was strange because this was supposed to be his
normal session under Catherine's Instruction.  Scenes in which Patrick was
a top usually involved Instruction with William and were normally separate
from his times with the Lady Catherine.   He'd worry about that later,
though.  Just now, Patrick simply felt too good to worry about such things.

His date last night had gone very well.  He was sure now that she would say
yes when he popped the question.  And he would pop the question just as
soon as he completed his course of study with William and Catherine.  He
wanted every last doubt about his lovemaking skills dispensed with before
he asked his little love for her final commitment.  A grin lit his face as
he remembered her ardent response to their necking in his car last night.  

He'd been concerned about that, too.  A girl brought up by nuns might have
a hard time dealing with the more physical aspects of a loving marriage. 
No problems there.  It had been all he could do not to take her in the
front seat, however difficult bucket seats might have made that.  He could
have sworn she had orgasmed, just from their kiss, pet and nibble play. 
Too bad about the D/S stuff he was learning here.  That was probably more
than she could handle, at least for now.  He'd be patient with his little
love, take it slow.  Maybe Catherine would have some suggestions on how to
proceed.  Yeah, he'd ask Cathy.

That happy thought was disrupted by Lady Catherine's entry into the room.  
She was beautiful as always.  The black leather suit looked like it had
been applied with a paint brush.  Thigh boots and opera gloves covered her
limbs in black seduction.   A silver tiara glinted in her mane of ashen
hair.  She carried her strap and a black rattan cane.  At her hips, she
wore the cock harness again.  Patrick had been treated to several more ass
fuckings by Catherine since that first successful scene, and with
progressively more challenging dildos, but it still was not his favorite
scene.  And he had never taken anything the size of the cock that bounced
at the apex of her thighs today.  The toy was only five or six inches long,
but it was fully as big around as his own dick.  His dismay must have shown
on his face.  Catherine laughed wickedly and reached down to grip and
fondle her dick for his perusal.

"Like my dickie, patty?" her soft, teasing voice taunted.  "You can handle
it, boy, just remember the little clown.  She was an ass virgin and she
took you up the back door, and she loved it."   She moved behind Pat to let
him feel the dildo at his ass while she continued to tease him with her
husky whisper.  "You know I'd make you love it, too, little patty.  No
matter how much you think you shouldn't like it, I'm just too good and you
would love it."

She strode back in front of him and her voice changed back to the no-
nonsense Instructress who had orchestrated his recovery.  "It's just sex,
Pat, and if it feels good, you should simply enjoy it as the ultimate gift
of the higher powers.  Just for the record, this isn't for you, although
everything I said was true.  After we get done, you may wish that my plans
had been to fuck your ass with this toy."

"Patrick, you will be a top in this scene, but I want you to follow my lead
and do as I ask.  Remember what I said.  It's sex and if it feels good,
then it's okay.  If you find you can't continue at any point, I want you to
simply leave the room and I will accept that as your safety code.  I will
be disappointed because no one else will be pressed beyond mutually agreed
upon physical limits in this scene."  What in god's name did that mean?  "I
will understand if you quit, but I will be disappointed."  She handed him
the cane.  "The scene involves a couple and I want the man to receive
twelve of your best with that cane.  Pick your time, I think you'll see
when it is appropriate.  Other than that, follow my lead and try to have
some fun. Okay?"

More confused than ever, Pat nodded, then remembered he wanted to talk to
Catherine afterwards.  "Milady, could I speak to Cathy for a few minutes
after we finish?  I have a personal issue and I need some feminine advice." 
At a loss to determine what that might be, Catherine gave a suitably
imperious nod and opened the door to leave.

Pat followed Catherine down the long hallway to the middle house.  Once
there, she led him down the stairs into the basement.  Like most of the
older, New England houses, the basement was rock/cement walls and braced
with wooden beams.  It was dark from too little lighting and somewhat damp
and musty from too little ventilation.  Unlike other local house basements,
this one was filled with working models of equipment from a Medieval
torture chamber.  

A closer look at those devices would reveal that, like all the equipment at
the Academy, safety features had been added.  However most clients were too
excited and too anxious to notice that the iron maiden had air holes and
that the spikes were too short to really cut into their body.  Or that the
spikes retracted on the slightest resistance.  A client who was really into
a scene wouldn't see the strain gauges on the rack, or the first aid kits
hidden among the cabinets.  They, hopefully, would never see the safety
monitor video cameras or the 'panic buttons' installed at each station. 
Patrick's newly trained eyes were starting to notice such things and was
pleased that they were there.

Catherine moved briskly to a cell just off the main torture chamber.  What
Patrick saw in that room brought him up short.  In the center of the room
was what looked to be a cooking spit with the two clients for the scene
tied to it.  The spit stood about two and a half feet off the floor so that
it could turn freely without either of the bound submissives hitting the
floor.  Actually, the spit was made of two parallel bars separated by about
two feet.  The man and woman were tied in a classic 69  with their arms
handcuffed behind each other's hips.  Their ankles were tied to their
thighs and their knees were tied to the outside of the bars.  

But the piece de resistance was the very strict combination blindfold and
discipline helmet each submissive wore tightly about their heads and necks. 
Very unique discipline helmets.  What was so special about these items was
that attached to the mouth hole of each helmet was what looked to be a
leather jockstrap.  These jocks were buckled tightly around the waist and
outside the ass cheeks of the other bottom, forcing the mouth of the helmet
wearer into the groin of the jock wearer.  The girl had to have the man's
cock in her mouth.  She couldn't get that tight to him otherwise. 
Similarly, the man's nose had to be mashed on her pubic bone,

Wide belts were wound about the pair to snug their bodies up as close to
each other as possible and for their mutual safety on the spit.  

Catherine sauntered over to the bound pair, announcing her presence by a
light touch to each of them.  She sat on the spit near the man's head.  His
body was on top of the girl's.  She gave Pat a smug grin.  "Impressive, eh,
Master Donald?  I'm quite proud of this lesson as it's my own design. 
Allow me a little pride and permit me to tell you a few of the more subtle
aspects of this little human sculpture."  Her hand gripped the waist strap
of the girl's jockstrap and pulled sharply.   The woman's response was
incredible.  She bucked against her bonds, bouncing the head buckled to her
groin which got a humming, dismayed sound from the man.

"Interesting reaction, eh?  Well, before these two got buckled up, I used a
feeding tube to force feed a couple of quarts of water, flavored with a
very mild herbal diuretic into their tummies.  They've been like this for
about an hour now so the water and the herbs are making their little pee-
pees very uncomfortable.  These jockstraps not only hold their noses to the
grindstone, but they put steady pressure on their overloaded bladders.  So,
when I pull, like this,"  She jerked up on the man's jockstrap.  His hips
rolled, trying to relieve the pressure, bouncing the girl's head. "I
increase that pressure on their overloaded bladders."

She stood and walked over to Pat.  "Now, I'm not completely unreasonable. 
I promised them that the scene would end in two hours or when both of them
had orgasmed, whichever came first.  If they can hold off peeing in each
other's face long enough to meet either of those criteria, I set them free
and point them to the nearest bathroom.  Isn't that fair, Master?"

"Oh, eminently, Lady Catherine.  I do think that the test is a little easy,
though.  Not to be critical, you understand, but don't you think we should
make it just.."  Patrick made a whizzing sound with his cane, "a bit more
challenging for them?"

That earned a grin of approval from Catherine.  There was nothing
resembling a smile in her voice.  "I said 'fair', Master Donald, I said
nothing about being 'nice' or 'easy'.  We will definitely make it more
challenging for these two."  She brought her strap down on the exposed male
ass before her.  One of her lighter ones for what Pat could tell, but he
certainly jumped.  If his bladder was that full, the slightest movement
must be pure hell.  "In fact, I will consider the whole thing a failure if
they both don't get to drink some piss today."  Her voice became low and
evil.  "Do you know how hard it is for you to come when you have to piss?" 
Pat indicated that he did.  "Trust me, it isn't any different for a cunt
than for a dick.  So coming means that both our charges will have relieved
themselves first.  The only way they win is to go the next hour without
pissing."

Pat swished his crop again, this time so the girl could hear and identify
the sound.  "In that case, Milady, I suggest that we endeavor to make them
forget themselves for the next hour.  I can think of many ways to provide
them with, ahhhmm, other sources of stimulation?"

"Excellent, then, lets begin."  She reached up and took a hanging switch
and pressed the red button.  Instantly, the spit started turning, taking
about five seconds to make each full rotation.  "That will help mix up
their insides a bit.  Lets help them a little more, shall we?"

She handed Pat a long, leather paddle and picked one up for herself.  She
stationed herself at the male ass and offered Pat the female's.  When the
man's butt reached apogee, she struck.  Pat saw that the blow was really
more for sound than for effect, and followed suit on his target.  For the
next couple of minutes, the two tops gleefully paddled the two bottoms as
they swung around on their spit.  The spanking was really gentle, as such
things go, but the two asses were turning a nice shiny pink when Catherine
stopped the spit.  "Need to check the internal temperature to see if our
pullets are getting done, Master."

She dipped her index finger into a tub of lubricant that Pat hadn't noticed
before, but was right near the 'spanking stations' and then shoved her
finger up the man's ass.  He went rigid as the unexpected finger sank to
the hilt, squirming as much as he could in his predicament, and making the
most god awful sounds into his partner's pussy.  Catherine worked her
finger around thoroughly, making sure to tickle the prostate before
withdrawing and hitting the on switch until the female's ass was on top. 
"Mine isn't nearly done, Master Donald, how about yours?"

Pat mimicked Catherine's trick, but added his own variation by pressing
lightly on her perineum with his thumb.  The woman's response was equally
satisfying.  Catherine restarted the motor and they repeated the activity
several times.  It occurred to Pat that the purpose was not to spank, but
to lubricate their asses.  He made sure his submissive got a full load of
lubricant.

During a short break with the girl resting on top, Pat noticed the bare
feet twitching helplessly against the girl's thighs.  "Milady, have you
ever been tickled until you wet your pants?"  He ran a lazy, lubricant
slick, finger down the ridged sole of the girl's foot.  The leather groaned
as she jerked in response.  The man gave a yell of shock.  The little bitch
must have bitten him.  "Better be careful with those teeth little slave," 
he said in her ear,  I think that he might find it hard to hold off filling
your mouth with pee if you bite him."

Catherine's look of shock, then mirth pleased Patrick greatly.  "I have
never lost control of myself, Master Donald.  But it might be entertaining
to evaluate their control.  And I have just the thing to test them with."  
She left and returned with a pair of ostrich feathers.  Handing one to Pat,
she positioned herself on the girl's right foot, leaving the left to
Patrick.

They attacked her feet with the silky feathers.  The girl had to be one of
the most ticklish people in the world.  The garbled noise that passed for
laughter grew in pitch and intensity.  She was gasping for air, making
sounds that were probably intended to be 'no', but mostly she was giggling
and laughing and shaking.  Pat slipped a finger up her exposed ass and
started fucking her with it.  She was going higher, but the pressure of her
bladder held her off the peak.  She was becoming almost hysterical in her
need to pee and climax, when Catherine pulled up sharply on the girl's
jockstrap.

That was all she could take.  With a heartfelt groan, the floodgates
opened.  Strong, yellow urine was coming out the nose and ear holes of the
man's discipline helmet.  Pat hoped he wouldn't drown.  Once started, the
girl could not stem the flow and she peed for a good thirty seconds before
the tide stopped.  Angry snarls issued from her pussy, but Catherine looked
pleased.

"Well done, Master Donald, one down, one to go.  Unfortunately, I know this
slave and he is not in the least ticklish.  I'm afraid it is the more
direct approach with him."  She rolled the man to the top of the spit. 
Patrick decided that this was the time for him to use the cane.

"Well, Milady, I just might have the solution there, too."  Without
warning, Patrick struck.  He remembered the time with the woman in the
training room and used the same technique and pattern.  The man was
straining to free himself, making no end of noise.  The vibrations from
those noise were having a very definite effect on his partner who was not
blocked by her bladder anymore.  She was humming her way toward a major
orgasm under the man's unwilling oral ministrations.  

He held his water for the first eleven strokes.  The final cross stroke did
him in.  When he lost it, the girl came.  It was a fairly noisy few
minutes.  Catherine rolled them onto their sides so they could finish
draining then rolled the man back up on top.

"It seems to me, that our little one has cum, but our male friend here
hasn't.  I'm concerned that he might not.  He's a little large and she
might not be able to give him a decent sucking the way they are locked so
tightly together.  So, we'll just have to help him."  She stepped directly
behind the tied down male and carefully aligned her dildo to his ass.  The
lubrication was there from the paddling, just as she'd planned.  An
experienced ass, the male resisted only momentarily, then relaxed and
accepted the inevitable.  The dildo popped past the initial barrier, then
slid in under Catherine's cautious hip thrust.  Once she had fully inserted
the toy, she began a careful fucking motion, gradually increasing her speed
and stroke length until she was sliding the entire dildo in and out on each
stroke,

This started getting to the man who tried to meet the strokes.  The small,
jerky hip movements he could manage were probably helping the girl tease
his cock, too.  Catherine fucked him slowly for about five minutes when her
eyes went closed and her body shuddered in climax.  The base had gotten her
clit on each stroke, too.  Patrick was as hard as a board, himself.  Seeing
this gorgeous woman dildo fuck that unknown man up his ass was the most
exciting thing he'd seen in a long time.

She withdrew her toy and took a deep breath.  "I don't seem to be getting
his attention, Master Donald.  Would you mind continuing?  It appears that
a larger tool is needed."

Patrick gaped at her in amazement.  THAT'S what that little talk in the
dressing room had been all about.  She wanted him to fuck another man. 
Patrick was stunned.  This was outside the boundaries they had set at the
beginning.  It was a violation of the agreed upon limits.  He started to
leave.  A sniff at his back stopped him.  He turned to see Catherine
staring at him.  Dammit, it was a promise, a trust and this was outside its
bounds.

And she was going to be disappointed in him.  Pat didn't even know if he
could keep a hardon long enough to get it up the guy's butt.  Catherine was
going to be disappointed in him.  It felt like failing to live up to his
big sister's expectations.  

Okay, so he'd at least try.  If he couldn't get it up, he couldn't get it
up.  Maybe, if he had some help.  Yeah, like the only free mouth in the
room.

Catherine watched Patrick's inner battle.  Had she gone too far?  She had
exceeded the limits of their original agreement and she hadn't explained
the scene to him as their second agreement dictated.  If he left, she had
only herself to blame.  She saw his demeanor change and he walked over to
her with determination in his eyes.  Uh oh.

Patrick grabbed Catherine's mane of hair and pulled her to her knees in
front of him.  "Prepare me, Lady Catherine."  She opened her mouth to
protest and got a mouthful of cock.  "If you wish me to deal with your
slave, I must be prepared.  NOW DO IT!"

Catherine did it.  The bastard had turned the tables on her and taken
charge of her scene.  She sucked his cock with every bit of skill that
fifteen years as a professional hedonist developed.  Well, she had told
William he'd take over on her one day, but why did it have to be today? 
William would never let her live it down.

Patrick arrogantly pulled himself free of her mouth once he was hard again. 
He strode to the man and after centering his cock on the target, closed his
eyes and pushed carefully.  The ass was still loose from Catherine's
treatment and he slid in to the hilt without trouble.  He started to fuck
the "ass".  Pat very carefully did not think of it as "the male's ass",
just the "ass".  With his eyes closed, it felt the same as the clown's ass,
just not as tight.  He increased the pace, trying to get it over with.  The
"ass" was squeezing his dick harder now, Pat heard more noise, felt more
movement from the tied pair in front of him.  Suddenly, the "ass" gripped
him convulsively, spasming and contracting about his cock.  The girl
squealed around a cock that was once again pumping liquid into her mouth.

It was over.  Patrick withdrew from the "ass", still erect.  He looked down
at his cock that was starting to relax now that the constriction of the
anal ring was gone.  Maybe he still had much to learn.  That had not gone
well, for him at least.  He would have to talk to Catherine about it.  For
now, he had to help her finish the scene.  

Catherine rolled the twosome onto their sides.  She hit the call button for
May to come and release these two.  She had to get Pat out of here and deal
with what had just happened.  She had pushed.  He had responded and tried,
but he was not bisexual.  He had not found it erotic to fuck his own sex.

When the spit stopped turning, Pat looked at Catherine standing at the
woman's head for a signal of what to do next.  She was fiddling with some
other button so he dropped his eyes to look at the girl and his blood
froze.  There, attached to the ear extending from the ear hole in the
helmet, was a gold ear ring.  It was an heirloom, a one of a kind design. 
Pat knew that because last night, he had given that ear ring, and the one
he was certain was on the other ear, to his almost fiancee, Theresa
Donelli.  With a howl of anger, he turned and ran from the room.  Catherine
saw him leave, hit the nearest panic button, and took off after Pat as fast
as she could in those thrice damned heels.