Last month was a bit of a disappointment. I certainly hope that you monkey’s can pull it together for something entertaining for this month. Seemed like a lot of you focused on scene week a lot more than your presentations, a choice I certainly hope you won’t make again. but what do I care if you all end up slaves? I’d love to rent a few of you to mow my lawn with your teeth like my own little mowing goats.
Please read the OOC notes, rules have been added
6am: Sebastian and Tony
6:30: Charley and Robin
7:00 Mateo and Gabriel
7:30 Wyatt and Silas
8:00 Spencer and Auggie
8:30 AJ and Kate
9:00 Sofia and Hayden
9:30 Stella and Ryder
10:00 Kurt and Davina
10:30 Atticus and Eli
11:00 Abel and Josie
12:00 Nate and Dana
12:30 Jeff and Sawyer
1:00 Caelan and Eretria
1:30 Bethan and Zachary
2:00 Juno and Mackenzie
2:30 Hailey and Xian
3:00 Taylor and Eva
3:30 Henrietta and Nick
4:00 Cat and Blaine
4:30 Blake and Orion
5:00 Marco and Monica
5:30 Brittany and Marley
6:00 Sutton and Kelly
6:30 Harmony and Nova
Partners will present in front of the headmasters in the performing arts center at their allotted times. Please do not go longer than 25 minutes. New students, please make sure you know your limits and have plans for aftercare. Partners are non-negotiable. Presentations are mandatory. Name listed first is Dominant, second is submissive.
OOC Information:
Please post your chatzy/para with the tag presentation3.
Basically, you’re doing a scene in front of Sue and Will, who will be grading you and awarding up to 100 points. Please keep them short and focus more on what can be seen and heard rather than on inner thoughts. If you have a gif or picture that sums up the set up, feel free to use that instead of writing out all the set up. Grades/points are based on creativity, communication, degree of difficulty (also depends on individuals experience level), demonstration of D/s skills and safety.
Please remember!!!! Sue and Will grade the interaction between the two students, not the scene’s concept. So, while giving use the head cannon of what the scene entails is important, it’s much more important to tell us how the student did, what they said and how they were acting.
NEW RULE: For all headcannons, please include at least four lines of dialog during the “meat” of the scene. We need to see how they are communicating and interacting. This is especially important when there is an NPC involved. Rememeber the slaves have all been trained and are rented that week, so they can practice with them in the dungeons if they’d like.
Options:
1. For up to 100 points, you and your partner can chatzy/para out the scene.
2. If, for whatever reason you two cannot get together to write the whole thing out in detail, one person can write the framework of the scene and the other can fill in their characters reactions etc. DO NOT godmod you partner. Communicate.
3. If one writer cannot or doesn’t want to write things out, the other writer may write a scene with an NPC. The NPC would be a slave rented by the school for doing exams. Both writers can take this option, but your max score will be lower. Please keep in mind, we’d like to use this option sparingly, so please do the best you can at communicating with your paired partner first.
4. If the character does show up for presentations, please message the main and let us know. There will be repercussions IC.
5. If you want your character to get points, it needs to be either written out in some way. There is the option that the writer does not have to write something out and nothing will happen IC to your character, however, they also will not receive points.
If you have any questions about presentations or your options for turning them in, please message the main.
Marco and Marley enter together at the allotted time. Marco introduces them to the judges and tells them about their plans. “I’m going give Marley a yoga pose and I expect her to hold it despite distractions. If she loses focus, her last pose will be her least favorite,” he told them. “Does that sound agreeable, Marley?”
Marley nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“As we’ve already discussed Limits, I want you to confirm your safe word and then strip to your panties and bra,” Marco orders, setting down his bag and rolling out the yoga mat. His stomach was in knots, but he tried not to let it show. He was the one in charge here and had to project calm.
“Rain is my safe word, Sir,” Marley said, slipping off her dress and letting it rest on the floor with her shoes. Knowing what the presentation was going to be about, she’s worn comfortable boy shorts and a matching bralet. She was a little nervous, given that this was her first presentation without her sister, but she smiled bravely.
“Marley warmed up before coming in here, so we’re ready to start,” he told the judges and then placed a hand on Marley’s back, leading her to the mat. “First position, Downward Dog. Hold it till I tell you to move.”
Once she had assumed the position, Marco ran his fingertips lightly down her thighs, tickling the skin behind her knees. She giggled a bit, bit held the pose. When he switched to using a feather, her legs shook slightly. “Hard to focus?”
“Yes, Sir,” Marley replied, strain evident in her voice.
“You’re doing well,” he told her, then said, “Anatas Pose.”
They continued through several poses and Marco making noises and touching her to try to distract her. Marley did well, following his orders till they got to Hands Bound Ear Pressure Fierce Pose. When he tapped her on the ass, she lost her balance and almost fell over. “Sorry, Sir,” she gasped, righting herself and returning to the pose.
Marco nodded. “You did very well, Marley, but that was a loss of focus. You understand that means your last pose is going to be the One Leg Behind the Head Tiptoe Pose.”
Frowning, Marley nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’ll try to focus harder in the future and tune out distractions.” How was she supposed to ignore a slap on the butt though?
After folding herself into the One Leg Behind the Head Tiptoe Pose, she held it till Marco said it was okay to end it and he turned to the judges. “That’s our presentation and we’ll be doing aftercare at my place.”
Presentation Partners: Orion Chang and an NPC Domme.
Coming to the presentation room with the Domme slave, his nerves absolutely shredded before they even got there, he knelt beside her in the room after greeting the headmasters. He listened to her tell them her proposal, his face white but he stayed silent.
Orion was to lie on a slim, long table, with his legs spread and his wrists bound, while the domme would straddle over his head, her own attention on his testicles, which she would be putting clothes pins, one by one, onto every bit of stretchy skin possible over his testicles. Orion had to bite back a whimper as he nodded along. He had to give her oral sex while she did this, something to concentrate on. If he stopped or got distracted, she would be knocking off three clothespins and that would be three more times he’d have to go through it, until there was no more skin left to pin.
“Lie down now, on the table.” Orion stretched out and watched as the domme straddled him. “Just concentrate, you’ll be fine.” She told him and he nodded slightly. Closing his eyes, Orion started to run his tongue between her folds, back and forth. A whine escaped at the first feeling of the clothespin, having not realized it would feel quite so sensitive, but he didn’t let it hinder him. He had to remember to breathe, tried to keep it up. The domme praised him for getting through the first five with barely more than a squeak, but not long after, he hesitated to whimper.
Because he noticeably paused, the domme said, “You’re not to halt, submissive!” and as he apologized heartily, she smacked three clips off of him. He yelled in pain and shook slightly, gasping out another apology before he went back to pushing his tongue into her entrance. The pain was more intense where the clips had been removed, so clipping other places felt like a good pain distraction. He turned off his brain and kept tongue fucking her and licking between her folds.
It wasn’t until clips were being put back on the same space that had had them knocked off that he whimpered in pain, but thankfully this time he didn’t stop lapping at her clit. “Good boy... almost done.” His mind felt numb and he absently nodded. Once she had all the clothespins on his balls, she rocked her hips against his mouth, having an orgasm and riding it out until she finally took the clothespins off his balls, in a much more hurried, but still careful, movement than putting them on.
Once they were all off, she crawled off of him and thanked the heads, while he gingerly got up, biting down on his lip hard before thanking them and his own Domme, waddling out of the room since he didn’t even want his balls having to hit his thighs.
Tagging: @wildexxaj & @katelynhummel
Location: Performing Arts Center
Date: Saturday, July 1
Summary: Pet play presentation
AJ walked into the room with Katelyn, making sure she was at his side, one hand loosely holding her wrist, the other held the black bag. He'd arranged to have a single comfortable chair in their area, intending it's use for his first try of petplay. He greeted the administrators and then focused his attention on the submissive. Once they were in place, he stopped and ordered her to kneel at his feet, setting the bag beside her. "Now, to turn you into a little Duchess," he smiled, dropping to sit on his knees beside her.
Kate walked confidently alongside AJ into the room where the headmasters were sitting, not letting her nerves show. They'd been over this, and she knew she could handle it. She gave Sue and Will a respectful nod of acknowledgment but otherwise focused her attention on AJ, knowing that was the only way she'd be able to get through this. "Yes, Sir," she said as she sunk to her knees, the hem of her skirt just brushing the floor around her.
AJ brought his hands to her arms and then to her face, guiding her closer so he could place a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Let's turn you into a pretty kitten," he said with a smile. His hands moved to her top first, carefully removing it, revealing the lingerie pattern beneath it. They had already spoken of this, so he helped her stand wordlessly, using his actions, though he continued to watch her, in case she grew too uncomfortable for the situation. After she was stripped to just the underwear piece and on her knees, he reached into the bag, pulling out the ear, collar, and tie on tail, all of which he put on her. "Now, let's start with you telling me your name, your safeword, your limits...," he gave a playful grin and tapped his finger against the tip of her nose, "And then your favorite color."
Kate let AJ undress her, helping slightly when it was needed but mostly letting him take control. It was easy to imagine herself in a swim suit instead of the lingerie, and she kept her gaze on AJ the whole time, even after she was on her knees again and he was adding the kitten gear to her body. "My name is Duchess, Sir," she said, her voice steady and loud enough to be heard across the room. "My safe word is red, and my limits are sex, permanent injury or marks, and bathroom play. My favorite color is pink."
AJ brushed his hands down her arms as she answered, nodding approvingly at her answers. "That's a good kitten. Now tell me, what's your name today?" he asked, encouraging her to become the kitten, "And tell me something that kittens like to play with."
Kate found a strange comfort in AJ's touch. "My name is Duchess, Sir," she repeated, trying not to let her annoyance show too much at having to answer the same question again. "Kittens like to play with yarn, Sir."
AJ kept running his hands, moving back up her arms and gently rubbed her shoulders as they talked. "Now, what does Duchess like to play with?" he asked, trying to get more out of her when he sensed she wasn't as comfortable as he felt with this, "Is there anything special?"
Kate took a deep breath and tried to focus on AJ's calming touch so she could allow herself to do the best she could for this scene. "Duchess likes to play with yarn too, Sir," she said softly. "And toy mice."
AJ smiled, visibly relaxing and he rested his hands around her neck, playing with the collar he'd place. The ribbon had a bell attached that made a soft ring as he toyed with it. "Toy mice, you say?" he asked and leaned over, reaching to his bag. It was more a stuffie, than a toy, but it was a mouse, holding a piece of cheese. "I'll need you to hold onto that for me, Duchess," he gestured towards the chair, "And then I want to see you on your knees at my feet." He stood up and walked over to the chair, sitting and waiting for her to crawl over.
Kate was surprised to find that she didn't mind him making the bell on her collar ring, and she was happy to take the stuffed mouse from him. "Yes, Sir," she said, watching him as he got up and moved to the chair. It was difficult to stay on her hands and knees as she crawled across the room toward him, bringing the mouse with her, and she was happy when she was able to stop and kneel next to him.
AJ brushed his hand over her cheek, giving her an encouraging smile to keep going, "Now. When Duchess wants something, how does she ask?" He continued, hoping to get through all the basics in the allotted time.
Kate took a deep breath, relaxing some again with AJ'a encouragement. She held the toy mouse against her body with both hands as she looked up at him and answered. "She asks politely with a meow, Sir."
AJ gave a nod of understanding, "And what if she earns a reward, what should her reward be?" he asked. He leaned down and carefully grabbed her by the hips, lifting her easily into his lap. "I think this is a reward for me, because I do like having pretty kittens in my lap. What if a kitten has to get punished? What would she get?"
Kate gave a surprised little squeak when she was picked up and pulled into the Dom's lap. "A good reward would be petting her hair, Sir," she replied. "And a punishment would be spanking."
AJ considered his next question for a few moments, hand brushing along her arm, showing the affection that made him relax throughout the scene. "Now, what if I was bad or did something wrong? What would be a punishment for me?"
Kate gave AJ a confused look and hesitated in her response. "You're the Dominant, Sir," she told him. "It is not Duchess's place to suggest you be punished for anything."
The scene continued onward in this fashion, AJ asking questions and Kate responding to them, gradually falling more and more into the headspace he was trying to build for her. As they neared the end of the presentation, Kate was visibly relaxed and took the opportunity to nuzzle her head against AJ, getting rewarded with some of the petting she’d mentioned earlier. Finally, AJ helped to bring Kate back into her own as he removed the kitten gear from her, and he allowed her to redress before they left to return to his room for aftercare.
Summary: Wyatt and Silas go in for some extreme wax play.
Wyatt cricked his neck after he looked up his set up. The wax had been a big of a pain in the ass, so he had had two guards help him with it because there was no way he felt comfortable carrying a glass box full of completely melted wax by himself. Looking over at Silas, who he'd already tied a rope harness on, not wanting to waste too much presentation time on that. He would take the time to let them see him wrap up Silas's cock and balls to keep them in locked in a certain position, and tie his hands, but otherwise he wanted it to be focused on the wax play. When the Headmasters came in, he slightly bowed and greeted them politely. Once he'd introduced his premise and partner, he turned his head to look over at Silas. "And what is your safe word, Karofsky?"
Silas: Silas wasn't feeling overly confident, but he sure as hell wasn't going to mess this up. He followed the Dom in, knelt and waited silently until he was undressed. The large glass box confused him, and had his eyes drawn to it, until he heard Wyatt's voice directed at him. He furrowed his brow, not used to being called by his last name. "Oh! Uh, just Red for stop, yellow for a break Sir," he answered quickly, pulling his eyes back to Wyatt, determined to appear more focused from now on.
Wyatt kept his face free from expression as Silas snapped back to focus, tilting his heat at him. "Very well. Stand right here, " He pointed to the floor nearer him. "Spread your legs, so that I can wrap up your cock and balls. If you can get hard for me, now's the time, whatever is... necessary." His eyebrows raised.
Silas: Silas moved to the spot and adjusted his stance. Get hard? Wyatt wasn't going to help? How humiliating to just stand there and jerk off. He fidgeted, his brain working out how to minimize the embarrassment. He thought about asking to blow Wyatt, but that seemed too bold. Resigned he brought his hand down and started to massage his soft cock. He heard the head mistress shift in her seat and his face turned red. As his cheeks blushed, he cock started to swell. He forced his eyes out to the head masters, basking briefly in the humiliation, thinking back to blowing Nate in the thrift store, or pissing outside on a leash for kit. With in a minute he was rock hard and feeling much subbier. He forced his hand away and behind his back.
Wyatt watched, thinking he'd offer to help if it took too long, but Silas seemed to go to a place where he could get hard, and once he moved his hand away, Wyatt nodded. "Well done... now." He moved over and started to tie ropes around Silas's testicles and his cock, to keep him hard and from those extremities better in place. He decided to move Silas's hands and tie them to his chest so he wouldn't feel off balance by having his hands behind his back, but they were tied up high enough on his chest harness so he couldn't try and protect or touch his cock. "All right... and now... now, we're going to make our own, homemade candle. Using your cock and ball as the base object." He carefully lifted the lid off of the hot wax. "You are going to squat over the hot wax and when I tell you, sink both your cock and balls into it, leave it for five seconds - I'll count- and take it back out. For a moment, anyway. If you need help up or down, just ask and I'll assist you. All clear?"
Silas: Silas, now hard and eager to get this all going and preferably over with, knit his fingers behind his back. He watched as Wyatt tied his cock and balls up. He'd never had anyone do that before, but it wasn't bad. The rough rope had a delightfully painful edge, and the tightness reminded him of Sebastian's cock ring. Silas let Wyatt move his hands to his chest, a little confused at first what the Dom was doing but it soon became clear. "Thank you for tying my hands and cock, Sir," he said, trying to sound subby and not be a silent robot. Silas looked up to Wyatt as the Dom began to explain. Candle? His face grew confused and then shocked and concerned, but his cock gave him away, throbbing and twitching as the plan was revealed. "I...I..you.." he stammered for a second before regrouping, "I'm to lower my cock...and balls into the hot wax...wait and pull out, Sir," he said, half as a question of disbelief and half as a reassurance that he'd understood. "All...clear, Sir," he said, swallowing hard. He had to do it. There wasn't any choice in the matter. He took a few deep breaths as the hot wax was placed before him. It didn't look so bad, he told himself, though he was sure the heat would be nearly unbearable. He inched forward on his knees until his cock was hoovering over the wax, knees on either side and took another breath. He started to lower himself by spreading his knees wider, but his sense of self preservation kicked in when he started to feel the heat radiating from the wax below. He paused, taking another breath. "Please Sir...will you tell me to do it once more," he said, eyes closed and face set emotionless but quivering. He just needed to hear the order, to have the instinct to follow set in
Wyatt watched Silas take in the news, just hoping that the Headmasters wouldn't be upset with him for springing it on the sub here, now. But not every scene or thing that a Dom asked you to do would be planned out with you, that was his rationale. Watching as Silas steeled himself and moved over the hot wax, he was curious about his reaction, keeping his face blank even if he was experiencing both amusement and sympathy pains at the same time. He stepped over closer and set his hand lightly on Silas's shoulder. "Lower your cock and your balls completely into the wax, and only lift yourself back out when I've counted down and told you you may, pet."
Silas: Silas took one more deep breath as Wyatt spoke and gave a solemn nod as he lowered himself down fully. He went quick in one motion, sure if he went slow he'd falter. The hot wax enveloped his hard cock and made him cry out. Thank god for Wyatt's hand on his shoulder, or Silas surely would have at least tried to pull out of the heat. His face contorted and his breaths came short and fast. His toes curled as he fought back against the pain and his instincts to remove his cock from the heat.
Wyatt watched Silas go in without easing himself, eyebrows raising. He stroked Silas's shoulder soothingly as the sub stayed as still as he was able. "Good boy... 5...4...3..2..1. All right, you can lift yourself back out again." Wyatt licked his lips as he fought back a smile. "I think we'll do that again once more before we stick a wick against the wax, just make sure it has a good amount to hold onto. I imagine the heat is quite locked in between your cock and the shell, so hopefully, that will make the further dipping not hurt quite so much... ready to go again?"
Silas: Silas's thighs trembled with the effort to hold himself in the awkward position and the effort to fight his urges to pull out. Wyatt seemed to be counting in slow motion as Silas waited for the command to sit up. When it finally came he pulled his cock out and felt the wax immediately start to stiffen and encase his cock. He looked down. It looked foreign, like it wasn't even his dick attached to him. Panting he waited for more instructions, still slightly confused as to the end goal, but content to take it one order at a time. The pain lessened but not as much as Silas had hoped. The heat was in fact trapped against his skin, though it was much more bearable now. Silas nodded, sure that this time it wouldn't' be as bad, but having a hard time convincing his body of that. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before lowering himself again. It felt very very strange. The heat was much less intense, but it still was uncomfortable. He waited for Wyatt to count before sitting up again. He let out a breath and watched as the wax formed a new thicker layer around his cock , which despite the pain, had managed to stay pretty hard. "Feels very weird, Sir," he breathed, trying to calm his breathing.
Wyatt counted and let his hand up as he reached in to get a wick from a plastic bag in his pocket. Crouching down on one knee, after Silas lifted up again, he carefully stuck the wick into the soft, hot wax along the underside of the sub's cock. It burned his finger tips a little but he didn't let that show on his face as he pushed it into the wax enough to stay while Silas dipped again. Satisfied, he leaned back and stood up, licking his lips again. "Good boy, you're doing well... but we need to do this a bit more. Lower back in, I'll tell you when you can pull out."
Silas: Silas watched as Wyatt carefully placed the wick, praying that it was just for looks and not for actual use. "Thank you Sir, yes sir," he replied, nodding. It certainly couldn't be as bad as the first dip, seeing he had two full layers of wax on now. Silas took a beat and then lowered himself into the hot wax again. IT wasn't so bad. It was hot, but his dick was insulated against the worst of it. As he waited for the order to remove his cock though, he felt the heat start to intensify, nothing he couldn't handle howerver.
Wyatt didn't count this time, nor did he immediately tell Silas to pull out, instead just watching from above to see how the wax was progressing but it was difficult. "All right, up." He bent down to look at his cock, and to let it cool, solidify a bit so more wax would cling onto it. "Good, good. Again." He ordered, doing the same thing as the time above, letting Silas be in suspense for when he could pull it out. "Up."
Silas: Silas licked his lips, his fingers were fidgeting as he waited and waited for the signal to pull up. It had been much more than a five count this time and he was starting to feel like all the wax was just going to melt back off. Finally Wyatt allowed him to rise and he could tell that the wax had thickened. There was little reprieve as Wyatt ordered him back down again. This time it didn't hurt much at all, the wax insulating from the worst of the heat. The awkward position however, was starting to make his thighs tremble and his mind started to wander to what was going to happen next. When Wyatt ordered him up again, he could see the wax was a few layers thick around the wick now as well, and it seemed like it would stay in place, though he was sure if he picked at the wax it would flake away.
Wyatt once Silas got up the second time, Wyatt waited half a minute or a little less before reaching off to pinch the wax off of the wick at the end, tossing that wax back into the rest of it as he admired the work so far. "Once more, and then I think we could call it good, and move on to the fun parts."
Silas: Silas barely noticed the wait time, too intrigued by the look and feel of his cock. It was less constricting that a cage and he wondered if there was some kind of cock cage that was basically like this. He wondered if any hand gotten into his hole. Or if the wick would stay where it was as more wax was added. Fun parts. That sounded like it would be fun for Wyatt and not fun for himself. He dipped his cock again with little pain over and over this went until the wax was built up thickly around his whole member. The urge to touch it and feel what it felt like was overwhelming but he had no way to touch it with his hands bound. When finally Wyatt decided there were enough layers, Silas sat back on his heels waiting to see what new torture awaited him
Wyatt nodded in approval when he decided the wax was thick enough he could do his work without worry of hurting Silas. "Well done. Now, I'll help you onto your back and you're just going to lie there for me. Lucky you, you don't have to do anything except stay perfectly still. All understood?" He helped Silas lay down and got up, going to get a small knife for carving, walking back over and kneeling next to him. He gingerly touched the wax to see that it was firm but not dry before he reached in and slowly made a cut into the wax, using its bendy texture to fold it down a little like a leaf on a pineapple.
Silas: Silas furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding what was in store, but he was willing to let Wyatt move him about. If nothing else, he was sure Wyatt wouldn't cut his dick, not with the heads watching at least. He lay back, but kept his head up, watching as Wyatt knelt beside him and pulled out a knife. His mouth and eyes both went wide. "Sir..." he said, worry in his voice as Wyatt's brought the knife toward his cock. The sub's feet moved, tensed and ready to kick his body out of the way if he had to. He watched the knife cut into the wax and was relieved to see it only peel back half the layers. He sighed and relaxed, watching tense but more calmly than before as Wyatt continued to make leaves.
Wyatt shook his head at the sound of the worry. "Keep calm, Silas, and trust me. No moving." He was a little confused why Silas would think that he would ever cut his dick without a punishment request to do so, because he certainly wouldn't do it as an improvisation. He made a few more leaves on different height levels and different sides of his cock, to make him into a decorative candle. Once he finished, he pinched more wax off the wick and pulled out a box of matches. Striking one into a flame, he leaned over and lit the wick carefully, blowing the match out once he had caught the wick on fire, and sat back on his legs. "Voila. A pretty, homemade candle with it a sturdy base to it." He smirked.
Silas: Silas swallowed and relaxed. Sure, Wyatt hated him most days, but he was pretty sure the Dom wouldn't cut him without having talked about it first. He relaxed when Wy put the knife away, sure they were done but then out came matches. He tensed. Flame that close to his dick, regardless of what it was covered in, scared him. He couldn't have safeworded if he'd wanted to, too shocked and in awe of what was happening. He watched silently as the flame from the match jumped to the wick. And then there it was. His cock was a candle. On fire... He stared at it, oblivious to anything or anyone around him, just watching the wick slowly burning down, his brain trying to figure out if it would hurt when it reached the wax, or if he'd have time before it hit skin. Would Wyatt let it hit skin? He really wouldn't be surprised if he did. He stared, mentally disconnected from his own cock, actually able to admire the work they'd done, for a brief moment, before the fear set back in. He tensed and whimpered, eyes still locked on the wick as it burned quickly toward his cock. "Sir...." he said, hesitantly, not wanting to mess things up, but having a hard time not knowing what to expect.
Wyatt watched the flame on the wick of their own made candle, quite fascinated to watch it, to see it burn down, begin to re-melt the wax around the head of Silas's cock. When he heard the hesitation in the sub's voice, he looked over at him. "Trust me. Trust me and don't look if that makes you trust me less. I'm your dominant and you have to believe that I know what I'm doing. Can you do that for me, pet?" His eyes flicked back to the wick, not wanting to keep his eyes off of it too long
Silas.: Silas was starting to pant, his eyes darting now between the flame and the Dom as he tried to focus on his words. "Y-yes,Sir," he stammered, then again more confidently "yes sir." It took great self control but he did trust Wyatt wouldn't hurt him like this. He lay his head back and let his breathing slow as the seconds ticked by.
Wyatt carefully kept his eyes on the flame, as the wick burned closer and closer and the wax was melting from Silas's cock, dripping down, pooling in the different fanned out wax leaves. He knew Silas would start to feel the heat radiating, so in the nick of time, he reached in with his fingertips and snuffed out the fire. "There, now... wasn't so bad, was it?" He murmured, not knowing that for sure but still deciding to say it anyway.
For the 3rd presentation, about the Leisure Machine, we made two different routes, one about the University of Alicante and other about Villajoyosa. In each one, there were some buildings, recorded to see them with the cartonglasses in VR, also with some audio talking about that buildings. The idea was walking in order to see the buildings in the route, like if you were walking in that place discovering the buildings as you move.
