WHO: Axel Clarington and Jace Sylvester @jacesylvester
WHERE: Auditorium
WHEN: April 2nd
WHAT: Denial presentation, but Axel freaks out and safe words.
NOTES: It’s a headcanon.
[HEADCANON FROM AXEL’S POV]
Axel was nervous about this presentation, he hadn’t known the other all that long and hadn’t done anything with him prior to be assigned partner for this presentation. Axel knew he needed to get comfortable, he knew the plan they had in motion and knew that they needed to do this…but it made his nervous to think about. He hadn’t slept the night before, even though he’d been with Hunter. When Axel showed up at the auditorium for the presentation he was trying not to be fidgety with the Dom, tried not to let him see how nervous he actually was. When they were called out he followed the Dom onto the stage and tried not to look at the heads. he hoped if he didn’t make eye contact he could forget they were there. Axel stripped, fumbling and tripping over his jeans as he took them off. When the presentation started…denial, Axel was already unsure about all of this. His heart was beating so loud he was sure the other could hear. The sub had his hands and feet restrained and he was exposed to the heads and to Jace. When the Dom started to touch him it was an unnerving feeling, he could feel his skin crawling and he already felt that run instinct in him. He pushed it away though. The scene progressed, Jace using his hand or toys on the sub to try and get Axel to a point of the denial but the longer the scene went on the more internal panic rose in Axel. Axel was used to this panic so he almost always did so well at hiding it, at least it was until it was too late. He felt the Dom’s hand travel along his body and it w\became too much Axel freaked and jerked trying to get away, his safe word falling from his lips. He couldn’t do this anymore. he needed to cover up, he needed to get out of here. When he was free Axel apologized as he sloppily dressed in the middle of a full blown panic attack as he left. He couldn’t do it.
[HEADCANNON FROM JACE’S POV]
Jace wasn’t feeling good about this presentation to begin with. There was very much a sinking feeling in his stomach as they stepped up to perform. They hadn’t done much in the way of preparing because he had been sick and that meant there was hardly any trust between the two of them. They had to at least try and do what they could not to fail. He just wished they had had more time to get comfortable with each other. Having Axel go over his safeword and strip out of his clothes so they could proceed with their scene. The longer it progressed, the worse Jace felt about. He was honestly regretting not skipping the whole thing to begin with. And when Axel safe worded, he realized just how bad this entire thing was. Yep. They were going to fail.
[DIALOG]: Axel had felt a stir in his gut, it wasn’t the typical stir of excitement but he let a moan fall from his lips as the other stroked him “Sir..” he said in a breathless moan. As the stroking got faster and more Axel felt that fear rising, but he had his hips rocking and his eyes glued shut. He was picturing anyone else, his brothers, Xavier, Sebastian and right now even Daniel. He needed it to be someone trusted in his head doing this to him.
Jace could see the strain on his face and it only made the feeling in his stomach feel that much worse. “Relax.”
The stroking stopped just as it had started to speed up, Axel felt his body finally calm for a moment, he opened his eyes to look up and tried to be okay seeing it was a face of someone he didn’t know.
Jace pulled his hand away only to replace it with a new, taking a deep breath and continuing on. “Are you alright?”
The toy wrapped around the sub’s cock, a fleshlight and it was an odd feeling that Axel wasn’t sure how he felt about it. As Jace asked if he was okay Axel nodded “yeeah, just a new feeling, Sir.” he breathed out a bit heavily and that,s when he started to pump the toy. It was then, the toy wrapped around him that the Dom’s free hand wandered over his body and just hit areas that reacted to Axel. The Sub jerked and whimpered away “RED!” He cried before he couldn’t think “Red…I-I can’t..I need to stop..please.” His fear had bubbled over and Axel needed to escape.
That one word caused Jace to pull his hand away immediately and everything stopped. Everything stopped expect the voice in the back of his head that was telling him just how much of a failure he was and how everyone was going to know it now.
Tagging: @bowie-a-pierce & @submissivelynick
Location: Performing Arts Center
Date: Monday, April 2, 2018
Summary: Bowie and Nick work through a presentation together despite being on a pause. The presentation involves bondage, balance, and watersports (desperation only).
Bowie was suffering with his emotions, he knew he couldn't let whatever was going on with him and Nick effect the scene they were about to do. He looked over at Nick and without thinking gave the sub a soft kiss "just stay focused, we'll get through this. Be the good boy I know you are." He said cupping the others cheek. When they were called in he kissed the others cheek "lets rock this, okay?" He said trying to reassure the other
Nick took a deep breath as he looked back at Bowie. He could do this. They could do this. Just because they were on a pause or whatever it was, it didn't mean they couldn't rock this presentation. There was a reason they had been a couple; they worked well together. "Yes, Sir," he said. "I trust you. We can do this. I promise I'll do whatever you say, Sir."
Bowie gave a smile to the boy he loved so deeply. He had to be confident. Taking a breath he opened the door and lead Nick inside to the stage "hello, heads, thank you for being here today." He said trying not to show he was nervous "today I thought we'd enjoy some art work. I'll be using bondage to help get Nick into different positions where he must stay still. If he doesn't then he'll receive fice spankings and be put in a new position. In order to make this a bit more challenging I had Nick come with a full bladder today, so he'll have to stay still while ignore his bladder as well as me doing things that night distract him." He explained with a smile before turning to Nick "please strip and stand over there." He said pouting to where rope was already hanging from the ceiling.
Nick knew he had to be perfect today. Partly to avoid the spankings, which he still wasn't good with taking, but mostly to be good for Bowie. He listened politely, with his head bowed forward, while Bowie explained the scene to the heads. Finally, it was time to start the scene, and Nick nodded. "Yes, Sir." He quickly undressed, his clothes going into a neat pile on the floor, and he stepped over to where Bowie had indicated. His cock was soft, and he hoped he would be able to make it through this without embarrassing either one of them.
Bowie was hoping they could be perfect, he a breath and watched as Nick stripped. He had to remeber this wasn't a sexual scene, no matter how much he'd missed seeing the other naked. He stepped over to him "thank you." He said softly as grabbed one of the ropes. He secured the ropes to the others write and ankles, as well as above his knees and elbows. He ran his fingers over the door "how do they feel? Not too tight?"
Nick stayed still while Bowie tied the ropes to his body in multiple locations, his attention going to his breathing. In and out. In and out. This presentation, though, he wasn't breathing to get through physical pain; he was breathing to get through the emotional pain of being here like this and submitting for Bowie in front of other people. He wished that things were different between them right now, but they weren't. It took him a moment to realize Bowie had spoken to him, and he took another moment to shift, testing out the bindings. "Not too tight, Sir," he said, shaking his head. "They're comfortable."
Bowie knew this wasn't going to be easy, but had to calm Nick the best he could. He cupped the others cheek and smiled "breath, and try to clear your mind. Your going to want to focus on staying still." He reminded Nick gently hoping it would get him to focus. He nodded and stepped back "not every position will require the ropes, but some might." He explained
Bowie "first we are gunna start easy, I want you to get on all fours, hand and knees. You are to keep you back straight and your hands and knees shoulder and hip with apart. I am going to set a glass of water on your back, do not let it fall, understand?" He asked keeping his voice even and firm
Nick brought his focus right back to Bowie as soon as he felt the Switch's hand on his face. He could do this. He could get through this and make them both look good. "Yes, Sir," he said as he sank down onto his knees. "I understand." He dropped down further, settling in with his hands on the floor beneath him, and he did his best to flatten his back out completely.
Bowie wanted to touch the other, run his fingers over the others body but for now he watched him. With Nick on his hands and knees Bowie out a tiny tray on the boys back. He stood infront of Nick and slowly poured water from a bottle to a glass wondering if the flow of water would bother the subs bladder. He set the cup on the tray "comfortable?" He asked crouching infront of the boy and ran a finger under his jaw.
Nick shifted just a little when the tray was placed on his back, trying to get it to feel even flatter to him. He whimpered at the sound of moving water and had to clench the muscles of his abdomen tightly to keep himself in place. Once the glass was set down on the tray, he took a few moments to relax before he started breathing again. "Yes, Sir," he said, looking up at Bowie, but careful not to move more than his head. "I'm... I'm good, Sir."
Bowie hummed happily at the sub he cared so much about was already doing so well for him. He watched the cup closely as he ran his thumb over the others lip. He made eye contact and gave him a reassuring smile before standing up and trailing his fingers over the others shoulders and along the side of his back "good, so with classes over tell me something you've learned from your favorite class this semester." Bowie wanted to distract him, and do it without touching him. So for now he went to a mental distraction "careful with your back." He said in a warning tone giving the sub a reminder to stay straight.
Nick felt a shiver start to run through his body at Bowie's touch, but he stiffened his muscles and did his best not to move at all. He missed this so much, and his body craved Bowie's touch, even a light one, nowhere near his cock. He listened carefully to the instruction and breathed slowly, trying to keep himself as steady as possible. "We learned about subdrop, Sir, and ways to recognize it in ourselves and strategies for fixing it, whether we're with a Dominant or on our own for some reason, Sir."
Bowie had to breath, there was so much more to Nick, he wanted to kiss him and just go back to normal. For now he shook his head slightly and stood in front of Nick as he ran his hand through the boys hair. It felt so right and it hurt to "and what is the signs in yourself, Nick?" He asked gently keeping the boy talking.
Nick bit his lips as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Talking about his own personal reactions to things like this during a presentation was weird, but it was nothing compared to the things he'd admitted during his public presentation a few months back. He started to take in a deep breath, then stopped when he remembered the water on his back. He let it out again slowly and steadily. "I, um... start to feel really tired, Sir, no matter how much I sleep--and I wanna sleep a lot. And I start to feel lonely, and, um, even more insecure than normal."
Bowie as Nick spoke Bowie instantly regretted asking. Part of him didn't want to know that right now, but he just kept with it. Not letting his emotions break through "and what are your strategies for fixing it?" He asked a bit more curious this time as he ran a hand through the others hair again. He didnt want Nick to be upset with these questions he kept a gentle hand through his hair keeping the boys focus.
Nick automatically leaned up into Bowie's touch, which shifted the tray on his back. He could feel it starting to slip and he quickly dropped back down into the position he'd been in before. He didn't know if any water had spilled, but he hoped it didn't. "Pretty much, um, talking to the Dominant I had scened with, Sir," he said, "and reminding myself that they wanna know and wanna take care of me. And I make myself some coffee, too."
Bowie watched Nick closely, the water in the glass sloshed around and came dangerously close to spilling but Nick had prevented it from doing such that. He hummed happily glad he didnt have to punish the other. His fingers trailed down his face "you're a very good boy, Nick. Plus...coffee is a miracle cure all." He said with a chuckle before standing up and taking the tray off "we are gunna do a new position, this is seeming to easy, stand please."
Nick smiled at the praise. "Thank you, Sir." He stiffened for a few seconds once he felt the tray get pulled away from his skin before his body fully understood that he didn't need to worry about that anymore. "Yes, Sir," he murmured as he got to his feet, and he rocked up onto the balls of his feet for a few seconds as he stretched out from his time on the floor.
Bowie watched as Nick stood and stepped in close to carefully run his fingers along the boys waist "good, now I am gunna pull your hands above your head and your body up, I was you to stay up on your tip toes, do you understand?" He asked and when Nick answered Bowie did just that. He pulled the ropes so the subs arms were above his head and he was raised a bit. If Nick wanted to he could put most of his feet still on the floor but Bowie wanted him up on his toes for this. When Nick was in position he smiled and ran a hand up along his thigh in a possessive way "how are feeling?" He cooed softly
Nick nodded. "Yes, Sir." He let his arms get pulled up above him--not that he had much choice--and he lifted himself up onto his toes as his hands neared their highest point. He shivered slightly at Bowie's touch, but he nodded. "I'm good, Sir," he responded. "The ropes all feel okay, I can feel my fingers just fine. I also feel, um... pretty exposed like this."
Bowie placed his hand on the others hip, just resting it there "you do look so pretty this way, but is it too much?" He asked with slight concern in his voice. Bowie was still getting a grounds for these kind scenes and didnt want to overload Nick.
Nick felt his heart start to beat a bit faster with the way Bowie held onto him. "No, Sir," he said, shaking his head. "It's not too much, I promise. I have my safe words if I need them. You can... do whatever you'd like with me."
Bowie couldn't help but give a proud smile to Nick "that's my good boy." He gave his hip a squeeze before circling around him, his fingers trailing along the others back, nails lightly gazing his skin "hows that bladder feeling?"
Nick had managed to break his focus away from his aching bladder for a couple of minutes, but now that Bowie mentioned it, it was pretty much all he could think about. "It's, um... pretty full, Sir," he said before biting his lip while he worked to keep himself under control.
Bowie gave a bit of a devilish smile as he moved his fingers from the others back and ran them up his sides slightly tickling him before stepping back and looking at his watch "ten more minutes, this you can handle staying this way for only a meager ten minutes?" He asked grabbing the glass of water he'd taken off Nick's back and took a long drink from it.
Nick whimpered at the sight and sound of Bowie drinking water in front of him, but he nodded. "Y-yes, Sir," he said, shifting a little on his toes as the muscles in his thighs tightened, working hard not to let himself leak in the middle of this presentation. "I can do this, Sir, I can."
Bowie hummed as he brought the glass down, holding it as he spoke "good, and you aren't gunna make a mess because that's rude and my good boy isnt rude, is he?" He asked as he circled the other "don't let your feet fall." He warned.
Nick shook his head back and forth. "N-no, Sir, your good boy isn't rude at all," he said, the words tumbling out quickly. "I can, um, stay like this as long as you want me to, Sir, I promise. I'll be good for you."
Bowie just smiled proudly at Nick "that's my good boy." He hummed as his fingers came back to rest teasingly on his hips "so tell me, what was your favorite kink you learned about this semester."
Nick pulled in a deep breath through his nose and did his best to focus on the movement of his lungs rather than on the hot press of fingers to his hips or the consistent ache of his bladder. "I liked, um, the bondage class, Sir. Especially the unit on, um, handcuffs."
Bowie was wondering if this was smart touching Nick like this, in such possessive ways...but it felt so right. He gave the others hips a light squeeze "you like handcuffs? Like the feeling of that metal pressing against your wrist? Would you rather be handcuffed to a bed or bent over a table and handcuffed around a leg?" He purred as he massaged the others hips lightly not to throw off his weight.
Nick automatically shifted over to one side, his body seeking out more of Bowie's touch. Whoever had chosen this month's pairings had really had it in for them. Not that Bowie was doing much to help matters, either. "Um, the-- the bed, Sir," he said after a moment, his eyes closing tightly against a pang from his bladder. He breathed out slowly and opened his eyes again once he was in control again.
Bowie stepped away again as he felt Nick leaning in for more contact "don't move." He said in a teasing voice before moving to a chair he had sitting on the stage that he had avoided. He made a point to sit where Nick could see him, he put his feet up and got comfy "a bed is always a good place to cuff someone. Now, what classes are you signed up for in this new semester?"
Nick frowned but stayed exactly where he was, standing on his toes, his whole body stretched upward by the ropes attached to his wrists. "Yes, Sir," he said, groaning a little as his bladder yelled at him. "I'm going to take, um..." He tried to remember, but it was hard to concentrate. "Sub 103, and the second bondage class, Sir, and the TPE class." This last one had been hard to decide on, and he blushed before he said it, not wanting Bowie to get the wrong idea. The only reason he was taking it was to figure out what he actually wanted, and he might take it and realize he just wanted Bowie and no one else. "And the double claim class, Sir."
Bowie watched Nick, he could see his mind wandering "five minutes left, then you can get down and go to the bathroom, just try not to think about that feeling? That release." He teased playfully and listened as Nick spoke. The double claim made him hesitate a moment, did that mean Nick had made up his mind?" He tried not to think about that "all good classes, you do love your TPE." He said with a smile
Nick whimpered shamelessly at the way Bowie talked about him being able to get release. Five minutes wasn't all that long in reality, but right now, it felt like years. He chewed his lower lip a little while Bowie talked, struggling hard to keep his bladder and mind in check. "Yes, Sir," he said. "It's one of my favorite ki-inks." He dragged the word out as he lost his balance, swaying to the right and having to work at it to get back up into the position Bowie had put him in.
Bowie wasnt super big into watersports, but this form of it he could handle. He watched Nick struggle and hummed softly "it's good one." He said watched Nick sway. He tisked and got up "Nick, I do believe that accounts as moving, would you agree?" He asked with a raised brow and a cross of his arms.
Nick winced and nodded, knowing exactly what was coming. There was no use arguing. "Yes, Sir," he said, his voice soft and the worry evident in it. He trusted Bowie implicitly, though, and he knew he'd get him through this. "I'm sorry, Sir."
Bowie wasnt too excited over this, but it was the punishment at hand. He let Nick down and kept ahold of him as he shifted the chair to fully face the heads "lay across my lap, I'll do five and you'll count with me. When it's done the presentation is over." He said before sitting and waiting for Nick.
Nick was grateful for Bowie's grip when he was finally able to stand flat-footed again. He wasn't sure he could keep himself upright very long on his own. "Yes, Sir," he said quietly, a blush coloring his cheeks as he lay across the Dom's lap. The position pressed unexpectedly on his bladder, and he groaned loudly at the renewed discomfort while he waited for the first hit.
Bowie swallowed a bit thickly as Nick's so perfect ass was on display for him, he massaged it for a moment "I want you to count each one, nice and loud for the heads to hear." He said and brought his hand down once. It was a light slap, nothing too hard to start with.
Nick nodded at Bowie's instructions. "Y-yes, Sir," he said again, silently wishing for this to be over quickly. The embarrassment of having stumbled in the presentation was bad enough, but his bladder was about to burst, he was sure of it. He gasped at the first spank, mostly caught off guard rather than in any pain. "One, Sir," he said, as loud as he was able to manage.
Bowie watched at the faint red mark forming on the perfectly colored ass. He smiled "that's my good boy, keep counting." Slap two qasnt any harder but three and four were progressively harder "you ready for five. One more and your done." He said rubbing the others ass gently.
Nick groaned out again at the second spank. "Two, Sir." The third one was even worse, and he pressed his toes hard into the floor as he struggled to keep control of his bladder throughout all of this. "Three, Sir." He kicked his feet up at the fourth one, but he still counted. "Four, Sir." He took a couple of deep, calming breaths before nodding. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready. Thank you."
Bowie smiled at how well the other was doing "my good boy, you are doing so well." He said softly as he kept rubbing his ass. The last spank was the hardest and the moment he connected his hand to the perfect ass he started to rub to help the best he could.
Nick cried out with the pain of the last spank against his already sore bottom, his feet kicking up behind him again. "Five, Sir," he said quickly, the words running together but the loudest of any of his counts so far. He whimpered as he struggled to keep his composure after everything. "Thank you, Sir."
Bowie did feel a bit guilty as he rubbed the subs ass and back "okay good boy, kneel on the ground and then thank the heads for me. When I'm done thanking them go get dressed and and I'm gunna carry you out of here to the bathroom
Nick slid off of Bowie's lap quickly, ready to get going and get to that bathroom. "Yes, Sir," he murmured. He settled nicely onto his knees, clenching his muscles tightly as he did so. "Thank you, Sir," he said, keeping his head bowed, "and thank you, Miss." He waited for Bowie to give his appreciation as well, then crawled over to his clothes and got dressed again as quickly as possible without leaving the floor or losing control of his bladder.
Bowie smiled at Nick and looked at the heads "thank you for your time." He said and stepped behind Nick. He wrapped his arms around the boy and picked him up gently "you were amazing. Now let's get you to a bathroom." He smiled and carried Nick to the bathroom.
Nick wrapped his arms around Bowie's neck to hold onto him as he was lifted and carried through the building. "Thank you, Sir," he murmured, grateful for his help and for how he'd brought him through the challenges of the presentation.
Tagging: @jamie-beiste & @molly-abrams
Location: Performing Arts Center
Date: April 2, 2018
Summary: Presentation, focused on communication and trust.
Jamie still felt confident that this was a meaningful and important presentation. He was not someone to believe in taking offense at apparent slights to his disability. But when the administration put Molly and him together again he had to at least consider that they did so purposely. He didn’t think there were any bad intentions behind it. It might have even been done unconsciously. However they needed to take a stand and show the Headmasters that they were both more than capable of being successful at everything the school required of them. All of that was still true and all still important, but as he stood at the edge of the stage waiting for them to begin the nerves began. He’d never given up this much control. He breathed in and out preparing his mind and body for the presentation, leaning in toward Molly’s body heat.
Molly wrapped one arm around James’s waist when she sensed him leaning in towards her. She was more nervous about this presentation than she’d been last month with her sister, and that was because she felt like there was a lot more riding on this. Submitting had been hard for Tilly, yes, but she knew she had it in her. She knew James had it in him, too, but she wanted them to prove to everyone that they were just as capable as everyone else, no matter what preconceived notions they had. “I believe in you,” she said firmly. She noticed the heads waving them in, and she slid her arm away from his waist and found his hand instead. “There’s a straight path to the center of the room. When we get that, take off your shoes and socks and kneel like we practiced, okay?” She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, then began to walk forward.
Nodding his head, James took one more deep, quick, cleansing breath before heading out onto the presentation stage. There was a part of him that wanted to just prove he could get out there and didn’t need any help. But that was not what this was about. It wasn’t about his abilities or about Molly’s abilities despite their physical disabilities. It was about how they could function within the system regardless of their disability. He needed to show that he could submit just as well as anyone; that he could surrender control to a Dominant. So he didn’t just walk out the center of the stage. He let Molly guide him and when she signaled that they had arrived removed his shoes and socks before he sank down to his knees, ready to receive his next order.
“Good boy,” Molly said with a pleased smile when James knelt down on the floor next to her. She let her hand make its way into his hair, her fingers running through it almost absently while she turned her attention to the heads. “This room is set up in a way that James is familiar with, and he would be perfectly capable of doing basic tasks without any assistance. In a few moments, I will rearrange some of the objects you see, and I will guide him through the basic tasks that have suddenly become much more challenging. This presentation is designed to showcase his obedience, our communication, and his trust in me.” She let her hand fall out of his hair and took a slight step back. “James, please demonstrate your safe gesture for us. After that, raise your right hand if you have any questions, and I will come in front of you. Otherwise, we’ll get started.”
Jamie smiled as Molly came to the ground with him and caressed his scalp with her strong fingers as she spoke to the Heads. It was good to have that contact. It kept him grounded. When asked he displayed his safety sign. It was crossed fingers of the left hand waved over his head. Obvious enough for her to see, easy enough for him to do even in distressed, but not simple enough that he might make it accidentally. He smiled and nodded his head, indicating that he was ready.
Molly watched him demonstrate his safe gesture. She was familiar with it already, but she wanted the heads to see it as well. “Thank you,” she said, once she was certain he didn’t have any questions for her. “Stay there while I make the adjustments, and I will let you know when I’m ready for you.” She ran her fingers lightly along his hairline as she turned around and moved over into the room. She made a few small adjustments that would make this difficult for him. “Okay,” she said once she was done, and she stepped to the edge of the room. “I want you to stand up and walk over here, following the sound of my voice. There are no obstacles in your way. I’m holding my hand out for you and will take your hand when you’re close enough. Do not stop walking until you feel me grab you.”
“Yes, Miss.” James continued to kneel. From the sounds in the room and the direction Molly had directed her explanation, he knew that he was for the most part facing the headmasters at the moment. It was a vulnerable feeling to know that he was facing them, while listening to Molly adjust the room. Then is was time to begin. He stood up and turned toward her voice. “Yes, Miss. I trust you.” And he did. He trusted Molly completely. He had known of course that he trusted her, but knowing something and experiencing it were completely different. When they’d practiced, every time he had to walk in the adjusted environment without his cane he’d fallen into a shuffling sort of gate that clearly expressed that he was afraid he might knock into something at any moment. But this time something had shifted. Molly’s voice calling to him from the edge of the stage wasn’t just a voice. It was a dominant… his dominant. He couldn’t get through his tasks without her. He was dependent on her and that was okay. It was more than okay, it was good. He made his way over hand out in front seeking out the touch of her hand. When he made contact he stopped.
Molly smiled to herself as she watched James walk towards her, continuing to speak while he moved so that he could follow the sound of her voice. She reached out for his hand and took it when he was close enough. “Very well done,” she said, her pleasure obvious in her voice. She squeezed his hand in hers for a few seconds. “I’ve got you, and I know you can do this. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” She let go of his hand but kept connected to him, her hands going up to his shoulders, and she spun them around so that they were both facing the set-up room, him standing in front of her. “I’m going to stay right here the whole time, and if you need to speak to me, you need to turn to face me first. Now, I want you to walk directly forward until I tell you to stop. When I do, reach out to your right and grab the feather duster that is on the counter. You will then turn to your left and dust the bookshelf. There is one knickknack on it, and it’s now on the left of the top shelf.”
The praise was more fulfilling than he would have expected. The pleasure in her voice was a reward he’d never sought in all of this and yet it was deeply satisfying and he could see wanting to get more of it. “I understand Miss. I know you won’t let anything happen to me.” He listened closely to the instructions. They had practiced with her adjusting the setting differently each time. There was no point doing this if it was just some play that they put on for the Heads. It had to be real, for them and for the headmasters so that everyone would know they were as capable as any other student at the school. He walked forward, completely trusting. When she told him to stop, he was able to reach out completely sure that he would find the duster. He set about his task careful around the top left of the shelf, knowing that there was something there to be cautious of. He continued to work, waiting for her approval and agreement that he was finished. At one point he almost stopped, feeling certain that he was finished, but in that moment realized that it wasn’t his job to worry about being finished or not. Normally that would be upsetting, but in that moment was aware of the weight that came off of his shoulders, not having to worry about it. He only had to follow orders.
Molly watched carefully while James followed her orders to the T. She was paying close attention, ready to stop or correct him if necessary, but he did everything perfectly. “That’s very good,” she said, once he had dusted all of the shelves off. “Lift your hands to the top of the bookshelf and move them about three inches to the right of the top shelf. I’ve added a command hook there where you can hang the duster. Once you’ve done that, I want you to turn in place, so that you’re facing the opposite direction.”
He smiled and nodded. One task down. This was feeling good. Jamie lay his hand on the top shelf and then moved it to find the hook. He hung the duster on it and carefully turned around 180 degrees. Turning was a tricky proposition. It was so easy to turn just a bit too much or a bit too little and everything else would be off. He came to a stand still feeling that tug of needing to take control in a moment of uncertainty. He realized how difficult true submission was. Sexual play was one thing, but when you took sex out of it you realized what the core of submission was. It wasn’t about just letting a person penetrate your body. It was about giving your absolute trust to another person without reservation. He took a breath and let that tug of control seeking slip away and waited for Molly. If he had not turned the right direction she would let him know and would adjust him.
Molly had known that the instruction to turn would prove difficult, and it was why she had paused after it. “You overrotated just a little bit,” she said. “Slowly twist back around to your left and I’ll tell you when to stop.” She watched him move, and it was easy to get him to stop in the right position. “Good boy. Now, I want you to walk forward slowly and stop as soon as I tell you to.” The legos scattered on the floor in front of him would be very painful to step on if he kept going one step too many.
Nodding, James started to rotate very slowly to the left waiting for her instruction to stop. When she did he felt completely assured that he was the right direction. He started to walk and the firmness of her voice told him that he needed to take her instructions seriously. So settled one bare foot in front of the other. There were worries trying to enter his mind, but he breathed in and out and kept himself centered on the one and only person that he needed to depend on, his Mistress. He lifted his chin and kept walking.
“Stop right there,” Molly said the instant she wanted him to stop so that he didn’t end up hurting himself on the children’s toys. “There are twelve legos scattered on the floor in front of you. I want you to get down onto your hands and knees and find them all. Once you’ve collected them all, you can crawl directly forward from where you are now and add them to the toy bin against the wall. After they’re in the bin, I want you to stand up again.”
Oh, well that made sense. There was nothing quite as painful as stepping on a Lego in bare feet. He’d done it plenty of times as a kid. Elijah had been brilliant as a kid, dealing with having a sibling who was blind, but he had been forever leaving his Legos around. No one in the family was spared from stepping on them. He stopped and went down to his knees. It wasn’t too hard to collect them. By sweeping his hand back and forth slowly he was able to find them. The problem was that he had lost count and then when he started to recount realized he couldn’t remember how many Lego’s she’d said there were. He thought for a moment about guessing hoping to save himself embarrassment, but that was not what this was about. He didn’t have to be embarrassed to need help. From her voice she was just a bit to the side of him. He turned his whole body and lifted his head so that she would be able to see his mouth from the ground. “Miss. I’ve forgotten how many pieces I’m looking for. I’m sorry.” Once he got the answer he breathed a sigh of relief knowing he now would be able to complete the task thanks to trusting in his Mistress. He crawled to the toy box and put them in and then stood up.
Molly continued to watch James carefully while he worked, wanting to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt himself somehow, despite how simple the task was. She could sense that there was something going on in his head that she wasn’t privy to, and she smiled when she saw him turn to her and ask his question. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” she told him. “I gave you instructions for how to ask questions when we started, and I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t expect you to do it. I’m very proud of you for asking, sweetheart. There are twelve legos.”
James had already collected all twelve pieces, and it was easy enough for him to count them all and bring them directly forward to the toy bin. Once he stood up, Molly directed him to turn to his left, take two steps, and find the lid for the toy bin leaning against the wall on the right. She got him to replace it on top of the bin, and then she instructed him to move toward the final corner of the room to get his shoes. She had him sit in an armchair to put them back on, and then walk directly back over to kneel at her feet when he was done.
“I’m so proud of you,” she told him, and she reached down to pet his hair again as she turned around to face the heads. “Thank you both for your time, Miss, Sir.” She turned her attention back to James. “Thank them as well, and then you can stand up and we’ll be on our way back to my room.”
After passing the hurdle of becoming confused and relying on Molly as his Dominant to guide him out of that, the rest of the presentation was a piece of cake. He felt free and nearly floaty as they finished up. Using Molly’s voice to determine the direction of the audience, James turned and nodded. “Thank Miss, Sir.” He was all smiles as they exited and instead of his usual itch to be alone after an exam of any sort, he looked forward to giving and receiving aftercare. He looked forward to just being with his friend. Regardless of their grade he felt they had achieved all they set out to do.
Who: Nate Lynn and Brooklyn Pierce plus a slave @brook-pierce
What: Presentation 10
Notes: orgasm denial, slut shamming, sexy obstacle course
Nate got everything set up in the presentation room when Brooklyn appeared and the slave was already there. Nate went to the door to get Brooklyn, giving her a smile and a wink before walking in with her to the center of the room. The slave, Kara, was already naked and kneeling with her hair in a ponytail, waiting. “Brook, I want you to strip, put your hair up out of your face and kneel next to Kara,” he told the girl before turning to explain the presentation. “Today we will be demonstratin’ orgasm denial and restraint in a bit of a competition. In front of each of them is a series of dildos and plugs. Each submissive will start with the same one, riding and using it with their hands tied behind their backs until they reach the edge of an orgasm. Once there, they will stand straight, count to 30, and move to the next one. During certain points along the course, I will add new instruments or sensations to add to the degree of difficulty or ease. The first submissive to get to the edge of the last toy will win an orgasm from my cock. The other will have numbing gel placed on their clit and pussy, tied to a chair and made to watch the other girl get her prize while a fuckin’ machine is used on ‘em.” Once he was done explaining, he turned to both kneeling girls. “Any questions, sluts?” he asked.
Brooklyn was looking forward to this presentation. She had heard good things about Nate as a dominant and once they had talked things out, she was interested in the competition he came up with. So when she entered the room and saw two lines of dildos and plugs, she felt herself immediately get wet. At the order, she nodded once before quickly stripping down and tying her hair back before kneeling next to the other submissive. She listened very carefully to the instructions and licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted to win and wanted the chance to cum but she had no idea how well the other submissive was going to perform so she knew she’d have to make sure she was on her A game. “No questions, Sir” she stated clearly.
When Kara had no questions either, Nate nodded and walked to stand between both rows of toys. “Alright then, sluts. To the first one,” he said and once in position he handcuffed both girl’s’ hands behind their backs. “Alright, ready, set, go!” He called out and watched both girls start to squat over the first toy. He figured the first couple might move fairly quickly, but without having their hands available they were going to have to rely on the strength in their legs. While both girls worked, nate grabbed weighted nipple clamps in preparation for getting to the second toy.
Brooklyn moved herself to the first dildo. Once she straddled the board and her hands were restrained, she began to get nervous. She knew she’d be able to fuck herself to the edge but she wasn’t sure how fast she’d be able to do it or how fast the other girl could. But she was going to do her best and at the word “go” she carefully lowered herself down on the first dildo, a moan coming out of her as she bottomed out. Holding for a second she quickly began fucking herself on the purple dildo, frustrated with the fact that she couldn’t touch herself in the process to speed things along. ‘Of course’ she thought to herself. ‘That would be too easy’ but her thought process disappeared as she came down hard, forcing the toy to hit her G-spot. A few more thrusts and she pulled herself off the toy and began counting to 30 at a slower pace then she wanted, hoping to not go too fast. It wasn’t until she began to move to the second dildo that she realized that Kara was already working on her second edge and that she needed to pick up the pace if she wanted to win. Finally straddling the second dildo, she forced herself down on it and began moving quickly on it, feeling the burning in her thighs begin.
As Nate watched both girls bounce and moan on the toys, he made a mental note to do this to Silas and Hailey at some point, feeling it would be a very fun afternoon. Kara made it to the second toy first and it was very cleared the auction house kept her good and denied. He clipped the nipple clamps with a medium weight to her nipples as she waited to start the second dildo before turning towards Brook. After a moment, she was also waiting to go to the next one and he clamped a different set to her nipples as well. “You’re gonna have to want it more than that if ya wanna win, slut,” he told the wild haired girl. As the two worked on the next one, he grabbed some clothes pins and waited. “C’mon my little whores,” he teased, “who wants this cock bad enough to win hmm?”
Brooklyn held back a growl as the clamps were placed on her nipples. Not because of the sting they caused but because of the words out of the Dominants mouth. She was an extremely competitive person and she wanted to win so badly. As she ground down on the second dildo, trying to figure out the curve so she could get it to hit her G-spot, she looked to her left, biting her lip as she watched the other sub working her way to her second edge with ease. She was going up against someone who wanted this more than anything and she was going to have to push herself. Feeling the weights moving with her nipples a moan came out of her, the pain mixing with the pleasure and the fact that she had already edged herself once made the tightness in her core build faster then the first one. But a growl of frustration came out of her as she watched the other submissive stand up and begin counting. She was moving so quickly and Brook was going to have to push herself if she wanted a chance.
Nate continued to walk up and down between the girls, watching them both as they continued. Kara was certainly in the lead, but the Dom couldn’t help but wonder just how strong her legs were. When Kara was counting again, Nate told her to stick out her tongue, clipping the clothes pin to her tongue. As Kara started on the third, Nate turned back towards Brooklyn. “C’mon little slut, I know ya wanna get there. It’d feel so good wouldn’t it? Gettin’ right to that edge? And a few more quickly and ya could taste that sweet release. So focus, slut. Show me how bad ya want it.”
Brooklyn was thankful that she enjoyed pain as much as she did because the clamps on her nipples brought her edge on a lot quicker then the first time and before she knew it, she was standing up and counting quickly before moving on to the next dildo. Once the clothes pin was added to her tongue, she began fucking the third dildo, not necessarily faster but more efficiently. She noticed that the other girl was beginning to slow her pace and she knew she would have to be smart if she wanted to win. They were both on the same dildo for the same amount of time, both standing up and counting to 30 at the same time and she knew that if she was smart for the final two, she could pull out the win. The other girl was getting tired and she knew it.
“Good girls,” he moaned, walking by both of them as the hovered above the next dildo, tugging on both of their nipple clamp chains, “Gettin’ needy my little sluts?” he asked as he picked up a cane in each hand. He walked back as they were working on the next dildo, sporadically slapping each girl’s ass with the cane as the continue riding the dildo.
Brooklyn let out a moan as the clamps from her nipples were pulled, the pain shooting straight to her core. She was dripping wet at this point and both loved and hated how close she was to her orgasm. A few minutes later, the cane came down on her ass, hitting just right, the pain radiating through her ass to her pussy forcing Brooklyn to stop fucking the dildo and bite her lip to force the orgasm away. Standing up immediately, she counted slowly to 30 before moving forward, her pussy throbbing with each step towards the next dildo, a long fat one, that she knew she wouldn’t be on very long. As she hovered over it, she noticed that, for the first time, she was in the lead.
Clearly, the caning had done something to Brooklyn who was suddenly much quicker in working her way up the chain of dildos. “Look at that, someone wants it more,” Nate jeered, giving the slave another slap of the cane against her clamped breasts. Watching the slave’s reaction he decided he’d give it a try on Brooklyn too, slapping the cane against her clamped nipples as well. “So close to bein’ done, slut. But the other one is catchin’ up. Ya’ll are almost neck and neck,” he teased, seeing if it helped Brooklyn rise to the occasion or make her nervous.
The slap to her breasts caused another moan to escape from her throat. The sting from the cane and bounce of her breasts causing the clamps to pull tighter on her nipples sent waves of pleasure through her. Hearing that the slave was catching up angered her but as she pushed herself down on the dildo again, she stopped and focused on her breathing. The dildo hit her g-spot exactly and she had to bite down onto her tongue to keep her from falling over the edge. The previous edgings were making each edging more difficult and her legs felt like jelly and her pussy was pulsating, waiting to allow herself release. But she had to hold back. She still had one more dildo to go. When she knew she wasn’t going to cum as she moved off the dildo, she focused on slowly standing up and counting to 30, eyes focused on the last toy in front of her.
Kara was seemingly slowing down as she was working on the second to last one, finally standing up after Brooklyn had started on the last one. For the last one, Nate just stood in front of them, listening to the moans, watching their bodies shake. “C’mon sluts, who’s gonna get the prize?” He smirked, pulling his penis from his shorts, stroking it in front of them both.
Seeing Nate pull out his dick, Brooklyn moaned, her desire to finally find release while the Dom pounded into her driving her to finish. She glanced to the side, seeing the slave pick up speed as well and knew she would have to focus. The burning in her legs was becoming overwhelming but she wanted to win the prize and her competitive side was kicking in. Feeling her core burning as well as her thighs, she pushed herself down on the dildo and stopped, closing her eyes as she focused on making sure she didn’t fall over the edge before forcing herself to stand up off the toy and count to 30 seconds. Looking over to Kara seeing her still bouncing on the toy and smiling to herself, knowing she finished first. She won. Looking back towards Nate, she waited for her next direction.
Nate pumped harder, knowing he would have to be stiff enough to fuck the winner, as well as teasing both girls with his cock as well. “Good girl,” he moaned as Brooklyn stood up after her final edge. He watched Kara who was still bouncing before pulling her up and off the toy, guiding her to a chair. He tied her hands to the arms and her feet to the legs, spread apart. He put numbing cream on her pussy and put a hitachi against her and turned it on low. “Don’t ya dare cum, slut. Ya didnt win. Now ya get to watch Brooklyn get her prize,” he said before moving towards Brooklyn and bent her over a bench right in front of the slave. “Ya still need permission to cum, slut,” he said to Brooklyn as he thread himself between her dripping wet walls, “so don’t ruin all this now.”
Brooklyn watched as Nate set Kara up before she was bent over the bench and his cock was suddenly inserted into her and a loud moan came out of her. She nodded her head as she was ordered to not ruin anything but the fact that she had just edged herself 5 times was making it difficult. Closing her eyes, she focused on the clamps still on her nipples rubbing against the bench as her back arched and her pussy clenched around the Dom’s dick.
Nate wasted no time, toying with the bound slave who moaned quietly watching what he was doing to Brooklyn. His hands were firm on the sub’s hips, pulling her back towards him with every thrust forward. He moaned loudly as her walls enveloped him, each thrust bringing both of them closer. “Such a good slut for me,” he grunted, “ya likin’ your prize, whore?”
“Yesh Thir” she moaned out, the cloof her pin still on her tongue making it difficult to talk but not caring at all because of how good Nate felt inside of her. “Thir...Mmm thsooo cloth” she moaned out. “Pleath may ah cum” she begged, needing a release soon.
The moans, the mess and the feelings were all making Nate crazy so when Brooklyn asked to come - as best she could - Nate was happy to give it to her. “Yea little slut. Cum.”
Brooklyn was so thankful when she heard him give her permission. Wasting no time, Brook let herself fall over the edge, squirting all over Nate’s cock as her 5 edges finally were able to find release.
“Good girl,” he moaned, continuing to push into her as she rode out her orgasm. Clenching against his cock brought his own climax quickly and as he looked up at Kara, teasing her over and over, he pulled out of Brooklyn and brought her off the bench and on her knees in front of him, pumping his release against her face. Once she thanked him, Nate took the pins and clamps off her and gave her a towel to clean up while he went over to work on getting Kara set up. Once they were cleaned up, they bid there goodbyes and Nate took them back to his room for aftercare before having to return Kara and send Brooklyn on her way.
Elizabeth had been nervous for this, of course she had; it was her first presentation with barely any training except for the workshops she’d been to in Philadelphia. She knew how to tie knots and do a few bondage things but otherwise she was a fish out of water when it came to domming. The brunette had put on her best face, her most sturdy and intimidating heels, a blouse and a pencil skirt. She’d wanted to feel official, to make a good impression. She remembered her discussion with Silas… and her discussion there after with Jace, she wanted to make both of them proud of her and that was a very odd feeling for the Switch. Blaine had been a pleasure to work with in their practice time and she’d come up with the concept rather easily…. after an entire night brooding that is. She entered the room with her head held high, Blaine in tow behind her. She smiled politely to the heads. “Hello Head Master, Head Mistress. I’m Elizabeth Karofsky, Switch, the Domme for this presentation, and this is my submissive for today’s presentation, Blaine Anderson.” Thankfully, she’d never been one to fear opening her mouth and speaking. She cleared her throat gently. “Alright, Blaine- please give me your safeword system and list your limits for me- hard and soft.”
Blaine nodded to the Heads with a slight smile, then dropped to his knees just behind Elizabeth, even though he knew he’d be rising shortly. It was just good protocol; it looked good. And more than anything, Blaine wanted to make his partner look good. He had nothing but the utmost respect for Elizabeth, who had been very thoughtful throughout their practices. “I use the traffic light system, Miss,” he said, holding his back straight and his head level. He continued, rattling off the list of his limits, which he was sure the Headmaster and Headmistress must practically have memorized, by this point. However, there was one slight change he’d decided on. “My final limit is no sexual contact of any kind outside of my claim, Miss.”
Beth listened carefully and nodded. “Thank you, Blaine.” She offered the submissive a smile as heels licked across the floor to bring her to the kneeling boy. She tipped his chin up with a finger and met his eyes, “Stand and strip. Down to your underwear. I want your clothing folded neatly and set out of the way and then I want you to stand with your legs spread shoulder width apart and your arms out.” Releasing his chin she went to survey the room. Everything she’d needed was set up before hand. A sheet of plexiglass leaned up against a chair and on the chair was harness rope and a bookbag full of things she would need. Heels clicked across the floor and she took the rope into her hand.
Standing and murmuring a soft, “yes, Miss,” Blaine stripped down to the boxer briefs that he’d kept solely for presentations - on a day to day basis, Mateo preferred him in something much skimpier, but he preferred to keep a tiny bit of modesty where possible - then stood with his feet apart and his arms slightly out to the side. He knew exactly what Elizabeth was planning to do next, and he wanted to make it easy on her.
Once Blaine was in his underwear Beth approached the submissive and circled around him, taking in the sight of a well kept body. She gave a nod and uncoiled a section of the rope to begin tying him into a harness. “Right now I’m tying you into a harness. The rope probably feels a bit different because it is made out of a material that is meant to be non-slip. That’s incredibly important seeing as you’ll be balancing a rather large piece of plexiglass on your back.” She worked efficiently, tying the knots with ease. “When I’m done with this you’re going to be getting down onto all fours in front of the chair. Once you are in that position you’re going to have two purposes. The first- being a desk. The main objective of a desk is to serve as a sturdy place of study. Desks do not move. If you move you will be punished. I have a ruler that I will be using to hit the back of your thighs should the need for punishment arise.” She took a moment and tightened the harness a bit. “Your second purpose- to act like an artificial intelligence system… much like ‘Alexa’ or ‘Siri’... When I say ‘Hey, Blaine?’ The correct response is ‘Yes, Miss, how may I help you?’ Otherwise you are not to speak unless you have specifically been asked a question. Between each fact I expect you to take 15 seconds so that I have time for note taking. When I say ‘Blaine, power down’ you may drop the A.I. act.” She took a breath, tied the last knot on the harness and looked to him, a serious expression on her face. “Do you understand? And what is your color?”
Elizabeth’s ropework was quick and capable, and he held his position. Even when her fingers grazed over his ribs, making him shudder as he held in a laugh. As she went over their presentation concept, Blaine lowered his head in a nod, deferential yet confident. “Yes, Miss, I understand.” Not only had they managed to get in two practice sessions, but Elizabeth’s presentation concept really played to some of his strengths. “I’m still very green, Miss, and ready to serve you.”
Satisfied with his response, she gave another quick nod. “Good. I want you on all fours in front of the chair- become a desk for me, Blaine.” Once she saw him on all fours she stalked over to the chair and lifted the plexiglass piece carefully. Setting it down on the submissive’s back she smiled at the site. Silently taking a seat in the chair, she opened up the bag and started pulling things out of it. First she took out a battery operated desk lamp, setting it onto the desktop, she flicked it on. The Switch then took out a textbook, rule book and notebook, all of them were set down and opened up on her desk. A cup of writing utensils and a ruler joined the other items until it truly looked like she was ready to get some work done. Realizing that it might be a little bit heavy she checked in with her submissive. “Your color?”
“Green, Miss.” Blaine had settled into a straightforward position on his hands and knees, with his back as level as he could make it. Tempting as it was to try to hold a plank for the entire time, or to rest his weight on his knuckles, a presentation wasn’t the time to be playfully testing his own limits. The weight on the plexiglass was distributed fairly evenly, and he felt confident that he could handle everything being asked of him.
“Good boy.” She praised. After another quiet moment where she picked out a pencil, she tapped the eraser idly on the desktop. “Hey, Blaine?”
“Yes, Miss, how may I help you?” Blaine’s smile was evident in his voice.
“I’m new at this Institute. Recite for me the school rules so I can get better acquainted with what’s expected of me?” She poised her pencil, ready to write.
He’d known that command was coming, and since he knew he could memorize just about anything, especially when it was set to music, he had spent the last week incessantly singing the school rules. Two repetitions of the song “Love Shack,” had turned out to be just the right length. He’d had to keep his voice down most of the time - his Dom had dealt with more than enough musical repetition for one lifetime, and even if he hadn’t, Blaine knew what he’d accidentally created was possibly the most annoying song of all time, and he wasn’t an absolute monster. But the end result was that his recitation was flawless - or, nearly so. He did wind up reciting the rules roughly to the rhythm of the song… but without the tune, it wasn’t recognizable. “If a student is sick enough to not go to class, they must go to the infirmary,” he intoned, solemnly, just barely managing not to drag out that last word, like in the end of the song, as he came to the end of the rules section of the handbook. He let out a slow breath from his diaphragm, careful not to let anything balanced on his back move even slightly.
Elizabeth smirked a little throughout because she knew exactly how he’d memorized the rules. She’d thought it was awesome that he was able to do that. As he recited them she wrote them down, filling her book with rule after rule. When he came to the last one she smiled once more and wrote it down. “I’m going to take a moment to check these with the handbook, for every one you’ve gotten wrong you’ll get a smack with the ruler.” She made quick work of checking him memorization skills and grinned. “What a good boy. No mistakes. I guess they are making flawless A.I. these days.” Setting the handbook aside, she settled back in her chair and ran a hand through his hair in a soothing caress. “What’s your color, dear?”
Blaine’s eyes fell shut as her hand carded gently through his curls, basking in the praise. It was a little harder to remember himself in that moment, not to drift into a dreamy, sub-space-y high, but he kept himself together. “Thank you, Miss. Still green.”
She pulled her hand from his hair and her lips quirked at the reponse. His reply was exactly what she’d hoped to hear. “Hey, Blaine?” She used that phrase to hopefully bring him back to attention.
X The trigger phrase snapped him right back to attention. “Yes, Miss, how may I help you?” His arms trembled, just a little, but he ignored it.
“List the classes you’ve taken here at the institute.” She was faced with the very difficult choice of selecting classes and she wanted more information before making her final decisions.
This part of the presentation hadn’t been rehearsed, but he’d known she might test him a little, and he was more than all right with that. Still, his mind blanked for just a couple of seconds. Then he perked up a little as he realized that he’d just been looking at the course list while picking out his new classes. He could do this. “In my first semester, I took ‘Submission 101,’ ‘So You're a Slob Who Would Starve if There Wasn't a Cafeteria?,’ an introductory home ec class for subs and switches, ‘Ouch! That Stings!,’ a basic impact play class suitable for all marks, and ‘Knots and Other Things You've Been Doing Wrong,’ a basic bondage class suitable for all marks. In my second semester, I took ‘Submission 102,’ ‘What Does Love Got to do with It?,’ a class about romantic claims suitable for all marks, ‘Hey! How Did I Get Upside Down?,’ an intermediate bondage course suitable for all marks, ‘Hear No, Speak No, See No,’ a sensory play class suitable for all marks.”
Elizabeth took down notes as Blaine spoke, smiling a little bit because of how thorough he was being in his explanations. She was far more than pleased with his knowledge and everything he seemed to be able to retain. They all sounded intriguing to her if she was being perfectly honest. “Tell me a little bit more about the bondage classes, Blaine. What were three of your favorite exercises in them?”
Blaine felt himself flush a deep red, a sheepish smile flickering across his face. He’d taken those classes with Mateo, and they’d most often partnered together for the more… hands-on exercises. “I would have to say the accessible hogtie was an early favorite, Miss. That’s the hogtie method where the submissive’s genitals and backside remain the most easily accessible. I also very much enjoyed the more advanced class in which I had my cock tied, as well as the lessons covering suspension.” He bit his lip to distract himself from slightly-too-pleasant memories.
“What personally was your favorite class and why?” Everyone had different preferences but she specifically wanted to know his. It was nice to get input from someone she didn’t necessarily know because she felt it was probably more genuine… less geared toward who they knew her to be.
There was a brief pause while Blaine carefully considered his reply. It didn’t feel quite right to say the bondage classes just because he’d had them with his Dom… no, he decided, he should try to be more objective. “I think I would have to say the sensory play class, Miss. The material covered includes sensory deprivation of various kinds, temperature play, tickling, texture play… it’s a lot of interesting stuff, and there are lectures, demonstrations, and participatory exercises, so I was always excited to come into class.”
“Are there any classes you wouldn’t take again? If so, why not?” She leaned forward, her elbow of her non dominant arm settling on the plexiglass and applying a bit of pressure as she continued to write down things in her notebook. He was a desk, afterall.
Blaine went rigid, the best way he could figure to cope with the unexpected new weight. He worked out in the weight room fairly regularly; he was going to feel awfully silly if he couldn’t handle fifteen minutes or so of being a desk. Not to mention, the longer the presentation went on, the more he wanted to please Elizabeth, to prove he could handle anything she might throw at him. “No, Miss. I think I learned something valuable from each one of them.” He realized as he was saying it that he might sound disingenuous, like he was trying to suck up to the Headmaster and Headmistress, but it was the truth. Besides, the memory of the sheer horror on Nick’s face every time he’d absolutely ruined a dish in home ec. was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.
“Blaine, what is the most important thing you’ve learned here at the institute?” Beth tilted her head a bit as she awaited a response. She was really managing to fill the pages of this book with useful information.
That was a more difficult question, one that felt like it had possible wrong answers. Once again, there was a pause as he gathered his thoughts, carefully ignoring the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He needed to answer truthfully; he also needed to answer in a way that that the Heads would approve of. “I think… the most important thing I’ve learned is that I can survive more than I ever thought I could, Miss. Not just physically, because I came in knowing that I could bounce back from a lot, but mentally, I’m… a lot stronger than I ever realized.” His eyes closed, modestly. “Although I think that’s probably true for most people, Miss.”
After the final answer she smiled once more. She took the last of her notes before closing the notebook and putting it away with the other books. Once those were in the bag, her hand went to his hair once more. “Good boy. You’ve done so well for me.” She let herself pet him a bit longer than she had before. “Blaine, power down.” That was the phrase to let him know that he could turn off his mind and would no longer be asked questions. The Switch flipped off the light and put away the rest of her supplies. Standing up, she took the plexiglass off his back. “You’re not a desk anymore, dear.” Setting it aside, she gave him a moment to collect himself. After a minute, she helped him up onto his feet and went about untying the harness to remove it from his body.
The praise and stroking sent a warm glow all through him yet again, but he remained still. His job wasn’t over quite yet. As soon as Elizabeth gave the word, though, Blaine let himself relax for a moment, his front half slumping to the floor, not caring how he looked with his ass in the air. He hadn’t even realized how sore his muscles were until she helped him to his feet. Keeping perfectly still was harder than it seemed. “Thank you for the opportunity, Miss,” he said, ducking his head shyly as she finished unfastening his harness.
Beth handed Blaine a robe with a soft smile and kind eyes. “You’re very welcome, sweetheart.” She collected what she needed to, thanked the Heads and said goodbye before leading the submissive out of the presentation area to get him some aftercare. She took a deep breath and held it a moment before releasing it…. She’d gotten through her first presentation.
Wilder stood outside the door, smiling of sorts. He wasn't overly confident but he was confident enough to know that they could do this. He had done an exam before with him and scenes. Emrys was a good boy and that only made this easier. Looking to him, he nudged the boy. "You got this and we'll make sure we discuss and talked through it all, alright? i can't promise best but I will do my best." Smiling to him.
Emrys was honestly glad he had Wilder, he was one that Emrys had experience with before and that made this presentation a lot easier. He knelt at the others feet and looked up as he was nudged and smiled "I have faith we'll do good, Sir. As long as we both give it our best we'll both be awesome. I trust you, Sir." He said reassuringly
Wilder nodded back to him. "We got this." With that, Wilder led him in. Turning to the heads, he nodded to them both. They were already dressed for the scene, Wilder in a sort of police uniform and Emrys with ski mask. Wilder carried a rope, gag, and a vibrator on his belt. Wilder greeted the heads, turning back to Emrys and having him stand. Suddenly, he switched gears and held the boy's arm. "So you thought you could get away with it huh?" In character fully.
Emrys was silent as he crawled behind the dom into the presentation. He stayed silent as the other got everything ready. He stood up when he was sure the scene was about to start so he could get into character. He hummed and gave a yank of his arm "and I almost did." Emrys growled at the dom letting himself get into character
Wilder grabbed his arm back. "Oh you're not getting away from me. They were all gentle with you before but I won't be." With that, he pushed Emrys' chest down onto the table. Using the rope, he tied the boy's arms behind his back. They were tied from his wrist up to his elbows now. "You going to make do this the hard way aren't you? Or are you going to tell me who was really behind this?"
Emrys was finding it easier to get into character with the more roleplay he did. When he landed chest down on the desk he continued to struggle, trying to make it look realistic " you say that like I'm gunna be scared of you! I've gotten good cop bad cop before. Go ahead and yell at me and threaten me but I ain't no snitch!" He growled
Wilder chuckled in a evil way. "You sure about that? I think you'll be scared soon enough." With that, he unfasten the boy's pants and let them drop to his knees with his boxers. "Strip search time." His hands starting low and moving higher, taking his time over his thighs and rubbing at his entrance.
Emrys squirmed as the other worked on his pants "yo! Hey! I'm not into this! Dude stop!" Emrys was already liking the idea of a bit of forceful sex. At the fingers he jerked away "whoa! Stop!"
Wilder knew this was about the scene and not him safewording. "Oh no, see like I said, no one will be coming to help you. They give you boys to me because I always get my man." his finger pressing against his hole more. "So heres whats going to happen, you're going to tell me who is your boss or you're going to be gagged and stuffed until you fall apart and cant do anything but tell me."
Emrys knew that Wilder was aware his safeword was Apple, so any words other than that were scene words. He squirmed his hips "this is wrong! You're bluffing! You won't do this it's gotta be wrong, or illegal...or something!" Emrys snapped "you're bluffing and I womt snitch on anyone."
Wilder shook his head. "oh I never bluff, princess. I do what I want around here and there are no cameras in here for a reason. So its your word against mine and who would believe you?" He lubed up the vibrator he had and showed the rather large thing to Emrys. "One last chance, you gonna take it or are you going to rat?"
Emrys felt his own cock twitch to life at the sight of the vibrator. He had to glare though "do you're worst, I ain't telling you nothing!" He snarled as he squirmed away.
Wilder grabbed him back, shaking his head. "oh I will. Now since you won't get to speak unless you want to tell me who it was, you can stomp three times when it becomes too much and are ready." Letting him know how to safeword as the gag was put in. Wilder's fingers were lubed as well, pressing two in and working him open.
Emrys put up a bit of a fight as the gag was placed, the noises coming out was muffled. He waa loving this scene and his already hard cock showed that. He stayed in character pulling his hips away as the fingers worked in them.
Wilder gripped his hip hard. "No moving." his hand coming up but only to spank him on the ass cheek. With him open enough, he pulled his fingers out and pushed the dildo into him. He turned it up to high for a moment then off. "How does it feel?"
Emrys snarled, or the best he could with the gag in his mouth. When the dildo slipped in Emrys couldn't stop the moan thay fell from his mouth
Wilder was enjoying the scene but he made sure to always be checking on Emrys and talking to him. "You ready to tell or should I make the show more fun?" With that, he turned it on high again for 30 seconds.
Emrys was moaning around the gag, drool trickling down his chin as they toy turned higher. Though, at no point did stomp his foot
Wilder turned the toy off again, humming to himself. Then he smacked the boys ass once more. "So you're still holding on huh?" Wilder tested him, turning it back on for 45 seconds now. Each time the boy didn't break, he spanked him then added seconds on.
Emrys was getting harder and harder with each round of toy to slaps. Finally the sub was leaking and he was a whimpering mess and finally he stomped. He needed release as his hips rocked against the table.
Wilder chuckled, removing the gag from his lips and turning the boy over. Now his angry cock was facing the dom and so was his face. "Are you ready to tell us who is really in charge?"
Emrys was so needy at this point, he'd do anything just to get to cum. Turning to face the other he gave a smirk "do you really wanna know? Really wan a find out someone close to you set all this in motion?" He asked with a smile.
Wilder knew the boy was trying to get under his skin. He was trying to push him to get a reaction but he did nothing of the sort. His hand just came down to play with the head of the boy's cock. "No matter what you think will get to me, you won't. So give me your best." The toy turned on as his cock was played with. "And lets hope you don't cum, you won't like what happens if you do before you tell me."
Emrys jerked his hips into the others hand a whimper rippling through him. When the toy turned on he almost lost it as he moaned around and felt precum dribbling out of his tip "fine...fine! Ryder, Ryder's behind it." He cried out as he felt himself starting to shake with need. His own dom was the only name on his mind.
Wilder turned the toy off and fully stroked the boy now. "Good boy, good job. Will be fun to nail him next, now cum for me like the rat and slut you are." He ordered of the other boy.
Emrys thruster his hips up into the others hand "thank you, thank you, Sir!" He whimpered as he came hard coating his own chest as he came.
Wilder stroked him down and through it all. As the boy was starting to weaken, he removed the toy from him and untied him. Wilder held him in his arms, redressing him as well. "Good boy." he whispered to him. Thanking the heads for watching, Wilder still held onto Emrys, leaving the room and bringing him back to his own for aftercare.
Emrys road through his orgasm until he was done, breathing heavily as Wilder thanked the heads. Emrys have a small nod, thanked the heads as well before leaving with Wilder.
Bel: To say Bel was nervous was an understatement. Still she showed up with as much confidence as she could, a bag full of weights and ropes in hand as she and Caelan walked into their presentations together. At least they had a plan. She made eye contact with the proctors of the exam, then offered a wave and a smile. As per her father's instructions, she addressed Caelan as submissive and ordered him into the middle of the room where he was to completely strip and stand with his feet a shoulders length apart and his arms outstretched from each of his sides.
Caelan could see her nerves on her face, and he tried his best to reassure her with looks and smiles. They would do their best and that was all that he could ask her for. Stepping into the room,Caelan kneeled and greeted the heads then looked to her. With her orders, Caelan stripped and stood. He was as ready as he could be for what was to come.
Bel appreciated how positive and reassuring Caelan was and that was the very reason she wanted to do her absolute best. As soon as he did what was asked of him, Bel dropped the bag next to him and bent down to unzip it and retrieve the weights that she already tied ropes to the night before, making sure the weights wouldn't fall off of them during the exam. She held two weights in her hand, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. "Can you remind me of your safeword?" She asked, remembering how important her mom said it was to ask for it.
Caelan stood still, looking to her. He could see the shake in how she moved but he didn't draw attention to it. "The light system,miss." Responding to her as he was told to do. Caelan was more than ready to start and see if he could hold out on all this for the time that was asked of him.
Bel: The task was simple. Once the safeword was noted, she moved to hang a weight from each of his arms, right along his triceps. "Okay, so your task is to not let your arms or any part of your body drop. I have a paddle with me and every time your body drops, it will be one hit from the paddle. Got it?"
Caelan nodded to her. "yes miss, I understand." he knew he could do this, well he knew he could do the first part. His body ready and weight down, Caelan focused on something else. He focused on his thoughts drifting from this place and held his body still. His father deep ingraining in them to stand still while he spoke at conferences.
Bel wanted to be precise about the time her and Caelan agreed on, so she set her watch for five minutes and started it as soon as she placed the second weight on Caelan's arms. Her eyes were intent on his arms, making sure they didn't dip in the slightest. She kept checking back and forth to the time left on her watch. "One more minute then you get your first break."
Caelan sighed but he didn't respond to her. He had to keep his focus, he wasn't going to fail when they had just started. When she spoke he could take a break, Caelan let the weights drop to his hands. He used them to pull down the muscles that had stiffen with time. Caelan letting everything relax again until it was time to start once more.
Bel: At the sound of the alarm and as Caelan dropped his arms, Bel grabbed the weights from them then set them down by his feet. "Awesome job, submissive." She massaged his arms for just a few seconds before letting go and picking the weights back up with the addition of two more weights, both also weighing five pounds. "Alright, keep that focus, it's going to be a little heavier this time." She placed two weights on each arm, then started the time once more.
Caelan nodded to her. "yes miss, thank you miss." His arms up again, Caelan zoned out once more. The weight was more and he could feel it but there wasn't any wave in his arms. He just let his mind wander again forgetting the weight. It seemed so long before the buzzer went off again, his arms dropping faster this time as he worked to catch his breath from holding everything back to keep his arms still.
Bel started to relax a bit as the exam went on. It seemed to be going smoothly so far and there was hope that they were going to get through this just fine. Like before her eyes flickered back between Caelan and the watch on her hand. He was strong, not once did she see his arms waiver. She tried to catch the weights as they fell, but at the rate his arms fell, she decided to just let them fall. She massaged his arms once more as she added a 'good boy,' trying the praise on her mouth. "Last round, submissive. I know you can do it!" She added the three weights on each arm, standing right in front of him as the final countdown began.
Caelan readied his arms for the last time. He knew he wasn't going to make it the full time but that didn't stop him from trying. His arms up, he zoned out. His mind focusing on things he would do when he left. His eyes opening though, his arms dropped a bit. Caelan groaned but got them back in place and held them there. He was counting the time now for himself. Five minutes, thats all it was and with the last second counted in his head, his arms dropped. The weights hitting the floor as he panted once more from the pure effort it took to hold them.
Bel was insanely focused during the last five minutes of the presentation. This was the home stretch and she knew it was going to be the hardest for him with the three weights. She noted the one time his arms wavered a bit and hoped it was the only time cause she really didn't want to paddle him. Her timer went off at the same time his arms dropped the weights and she quickly moved to massage the muscles that were sure to be aching at this point. "You did so good! Good boy." The last two words didn't feel right coming out of her mouth, but she ignored the feeling, knowing he was deserving of praise and focused on the final part of the exam. She pulled the paddle out of her bag. "Your arm did dip once though, so I just need to give you one hit from the paddle. Come bend over in front of me."
Caelan let out a sigh and dropped to his knees, bending over for her. "Yes miss, I understand." He had to just get it over with then they were done and he could be free to be out of this headspace that wasn't one he liked or really ever did outside of times with Gabe. With the smack of the paddle, he lurched forward some but took it as a good boy should. Sitting back up, Caelan waited for further instructions.
Bel was just as uncomfortable to dish out the punishment as Caelan was to receive it. Still she delivered the one hit from the paddle which signified the end of their presentation. "You're done now, submissive. Thank you."
Caelan looked to her and nodded. Redressing himself, Caelan thanked the heads for their time after Bel did, following her out of the room and back to hers for aftercare.
