To say that she was nervous going into the exam was a gross understatement. Tina had fabricated the loose plan that she and Colton were to go in with and even then with such a simple exam, her nerves threaten to overtake her but she takes a deep breath and makes her way toward the Main Hall.
In a flurry of movement she is escorted to a room and as she looks around, Colton is no longer with her. In the corner sits Miss Roselle and as the terms of the new exam are explained to her, Tina can feel her panic rise once again. Colton had expressed fear of going into the exam without a plan and now that fear was going to become a nightmarish reality. Tina swallows and takes note of the items available to her.
“Sir?” Tina calls out into the space, testing the new intercom system.
She waits for his response to affirm that he is there and when he answers, a small part of her is relieved. Tina turns to Miss Roselle and bows her head. “Good afternoon, Mistress. On behalf of my Dominant I want to thank you for the opportunity to perform for you.”
Tina turns back to the empty space to speak to Colton.
“Sir, in the room with me is a wooden bench, a pair of gloves, some fabric, a bucket of ice, needles, duct tape, a vibrator, and…” Tina squints at the last objects. “What appears to be nipple attachments.”
Tina’s mind races and the longer the silence from the other side of the intercom is the lower she feels her stomach drop. This was the worst case scenario and Tina wonders if Colton is still at the other end or if he has fled like he mentioned might happen should he be overwhelmed.
Tina swallows. “Sir? With your permission, I would like to make a gift for Miss Roselle.”
She tries not to exhale in a rush when asked to explain.
“I am proficient with using duct tape in relativity to arts and crafts, Sir. I would like to create a rose to present as a gift.” Tina paused for a second to gather her thoughts.
“With your permission I would like to earn the opportunity to make my gift petal by petal. I would sit on the floor and face one end of the bench and use a piece of fabric to tie the tape in place on top of the bench. I would then take another piece of fabric and tie it into a string of knots. With the needles, I will poke them through the knots so that they stick out the other end to create a kind of barbed wire, Sir.” Tina licks her lips, pausing to give herself a moment to regain control over her nerves.
“I would attach the newly made barbed wire on and around the end of the bench using some of the duct tape, Sir. I will then take the ice and spread it out on the ground behind where I sit.” Tina swallows and blinks, trying not to rush the rest of her explanation. “I will have to do a sit up to reach the tape on top of the bench, Sir. I understand that in order to receive the tape to create the rose I must also accept the thorns, represented by the needles. I also understand that to lay down with my back against the floor is a privilege given by you, Sir, so I will hold myself at a forty-five degree angle until you allow me to either lay down or sit up. Should I fail to please you I shall admit my fault and ask to earn your forgiveness through your discipline.”
Tina takes a deep breath. “I respectfully ask to do all of this with your permission, Sir. I cannot and will not do it without your approval.”
The air stills in Tina’s lungs and again the silence is maddening. She guesses that Colton is taking in everything that she has said but without his face to focus on, she simply needs to wait.
Finally permission is granted with the addition of the nipple suckers requested by Colton and Tina’s body stiffens to keep it from moving without permission. “May I prepare the items, Sir?”
Once Colton gives his assent, Tina moves quickly to set up the parameters she had just explained. She undresses without a second thought and once she has everything in place, Tina sits and reclines herself until she can feel her abdominal muscles protesting and tightening. “I am ready, Sir. My safe word is "rabbit". I understand that if the scene becomes too much for me I will use my safeword to indicate my state so that you can take the appropriate action. Please may I begin?”
Tina moves on Colton’s commands. She lifts herself up to take a small piece of tape for a single petal, scratching and poking her chest and arms on the needles. She does her best to move without hesitation or fear, concentrating on the rose as it takes shape in her hands. Each time Colton directs her to lay upon the ice and the sharp cool sensation travels up her spine she makes an effort to thank him so he can hear her.
Once she is upon the last petal, she lets Colton know that she is about to finish and holds herself in her starting position until he allows her to relax.
Tina asks for permission to clean up and does so on Colton’s consent. She cleans and redresses and then unravels the makeshift barbed wire and wraps it around the stem of her silver rose.
“Sir, may I please present the rose?”
Tina kneels when she is given permission and puts the rose at Miss Roselle’s feet. She waits there until Colton indicates that she can leave and thanks the Headmistress.
Tina follows suit, thanking the Headmistress and exiting the room to end their exam and retreat back to her room.
She moves her lips and presses them together. There is no fizzing which she thinks is a good thing but the tablet in her mouth dissolves anyway and she lets it coat her tongue.
He is dark haired and beautiful and Tina muses that most of the student body is similar in that sense. She had lost her partner at last minute and so had he. The natural inclination was that they be paired together.
Lack of time meant a quick introduction, minimal interaction, and then a not-so-gentle thrust into the Main Hall where they both greeted the statuesque woman in the back.
Tina opens her mouth to prove that the entire tablet has disappeared.
He is satisfied and she closes her mouth. Her tongue runs along her teeth and then the roof of her mouth. The red tablet is sweet like a candy but the medicinal appearance is reminiscent of Advil.
It isn’t the distant echo of her common sense that tells her not to take unidentified medicines from persons she doesn’t know that bothers her. It is the table saw that she can clearly see which niggles at the corners of her consciousness. Her time in Art club and the medium she has chosen means she is well acquainted with the hardware and its hazards.
He asks for her safe word and if she is allergic to anything; nothing more. She realizes that they have not spoken of limits.
“You see it as some where to start, but it could be a potential limitation.”
Tina nods to herself. Limitation. It is something to transcend. Something that stems and stops the creative process and generates a false sense of trust and the knowledge that if something were to go awry it is okay to blame the other.
Tina sets her expression. Her eyes squint and her lips draw together. She does not want false trust. She does not want to blame. If they fail it is because she is at fault and she must trust. He has given her no reason not to.
He laughs at her expression and touches her face to draw her from her thoughts. She smiles and laughs quietly with him and lets go of her tension.
He helps her onto the table as per his request and she waits patiently on all fours and he circles her neck with a thick leather collar. Its weight doubles when he adds a chain. So far it isn’t anything she is new to and she revels in the weight of it. Her position and the collar push her into a playful kitten mode and she nips at his fingers and arm when he adjusts her collar.
He tugs at her collar firmly and tells her not to bite. She immediately makes herself as apologetic as possible and licks his fingers gently in apology. His grip loosens and he accepts her apology. He asks if she enjoys pet play and she nods enthusiastically. He scratches her head and she turns into it happily. He asks if she enjoys treats and again she nods, curiosity piqued.
He produces a lunch box and a chair. Inside she can see mini Tupperware containers and he takes a few of them out and opens them in his lap. He tells her that when he was younger that his family had a golden retriever named Molly. Everyone loved Molly but he loved her best when he would eat his vegetables for him.
Tina listens and makes a face. When he opens a Tupperware of sliced pickles, she has a feeling she knows where this is going. It’s confirmed when he holds one of the pickles out to her and tells her to eat her treat.
Tina dislikes most vegetables. It’s something she and her brother share while her sister inhales them. Tina stretches and takes the pickle gently between her teeth and prepares herself for the vinegar bite. She shakes her head in confusion when the only thing that meets her tongue is sweetness. The first thing she thinks is that they aren’t really pickles but she can smell them and the brine is unmistakable. He holds up another one and she takes it a little faster this time.
He explains that the tablet he gave her earlier is called a Miracle Fruit tablet. It’s a berry with seeds that alter tastebuds. He asks her to explain what she tastes. She tells him that it tastes like candy.
He nods and tells her to lower her hips. He reaches forward to the power box and the whirring of the table saw makes Tina acutely aware again of where she is. Her surroundings are suddenly sharply focused and she doesn’t notice that he is holding out a piece of celery until he tugs on her chain and tells her to concentrate.
Tina apologizes and takes the small piece of celery. Again he asks her to describe what she tastes. She talks over the sound of the saw and tells him about the sweetness and this time he tells her to describe it. She compared it to maple syrup but not as sweet. It doesn’t taste artificial but sweet in the same way that a strawberry or a melon might be.
He tells her to lower her hips again.
Her fingers curl over the edge of the table and she is suddenly very glad for the chain in his hand. It reminds her not to look back to see just how close the blade is to her body.
This time it’s a strawberry. Its natural sweetness is amplified and she tells him so. It is almost as if the strawberry has been rolled in sugar.
An olive. A sip of vinegar. A lemon.
She falls into the pattern, describing for him what she tastes and each time pushing her hips down and closer to the blade. It’s with the last movement that her legs shake and she isn’t sure if it is imagined but she can feel a slight breeze against her inner thighs as the blade spins menacingly close to her body.
He puts his lunch box away and rises. Her legs are shaking as her muscles adjust to holding her in the awkward position. A hand on her lower back pushes her down further and she quietly breathes out, “Yellow.”
His hand does not move from her back but he does stop pushing.
He asks her why she asked for a break. She tells him that she is afraid. The blade is still moving and he makes no move to turn it off. He replies that he knows she is afraid. He wants her to be afraid. Her forearms and back protest as they ache and she takes a few breaths and tells him that she understands.
He wants her to make up for the pause and work harder to please him. She apologizes and asks what she can do to please him and her eyes drop to the front of his pants. He smirks and tells her to beg for it. She wastes no time in asking for him, leaning forward and brushing her nose against the button of his uniform slacks. She murmurs her pleas continuously and the hand on her lower back pushes her down again and she does her best to keep her string of pleas from breaking but the lower he pushes her the more urgent her begging becomes. She presses her lips to the fabric in between words until he tugs her collar and she backs off and he finally gives himself to her.
Tina wastes no time and wraps her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks as she moves further and further to take as much of him as she can until she needs to breathe. His hand doesn’t push her any lower for now. She notices with a little giggle as she breathes that even he tastes slightly sweet. Her mouth doesn’t stop if she doesn’t have to and he encourages her with quiet words. She can feel him growing harder and it motivates her to swipe her tongue from base to tip each time she sheathes him. His hand pushes again and she can feel the displacement of air against her sensitive bud. He stops her just before she touches and Tina is proud that she has not stopped. She wants to taste him and happily accepts his warmth against her tongue. Pulling back, Tina laps at every single drop with a coy little grin. Before she is asked, she licks her lips and tells him he tastes like lemonade and thanks him for her treat.
He tells her to be still and buttons his pants. Walking around the table, Tina hears the familiar shutter sound that accompanies most phone cameras and blushes lightly. He helps her off of the saw and places her on the ground next to his feet. He shows her his picture and just how close her most sensitive parts are to the spinning blade beneath her.
Tina feels a little drunk as she stares at the picture but her head snaps up when she hears a loud bang and he cries out.
He is quick to smile down at her. “Just kidding.”
Tina’s heart goes from zero to sixty to a mild forty-five when she realizes he’s joking and she butts her head against his calf. She shakes her head and smiles and he apologies jovially as he takes his phone from her.
The saw is turned off and he unplugs it and leaves it to the side and out of the way.
With one last acknowledgement to the Headmistress, Tina and her partner exit the room as Tina happily munches on the rest of the celery she is given as a reward and follows him out of the Main Hall.
Tagged: Jackson Evans and Maribell Lopez - bell-lopez
When: October 4, 2014
Where: Main Hall
Notes/Warnings: Jackson tries to contain his boner during his exam with Bell. Fire cupping, Temperature play.
Even though Jackson had one exam under his belt, which should make him slightly less nervous for this one, he still had a major case of butterflies as he led Bell into the exam room. However, unlike his exam with Eoin, his nerves were mainly due to the fact that his current partner was extremely attractive which was a little intimidating.
After acknowledging Miss Roselle and having Bell say her safe word, Jackson made her remove all her clothing and then lay face down on the table that was in the center of the room. He had to avert his eyes the entire time she was undressing and approaching him so that he didn’t gawk too much and actually breathed a small sigh of relief when she was finally lying down, though he didn’t feel that much relief since the view of her from behind was just as good as the one in front.
Bell could feel the nervous energy coming off of Jackson and while it to her was only another exam, even in the submissive position she wasn’t always fond of, his nerves were beginning to put her at an unease. Although once they got started the switch focused little on anything else but what was expected of her.
Jackson tried to clear his head of any inappropriate thoughts and took the time to gather himself as he explained what they were going to do for the exam. “I’m going to be placing fire cups all along your back, making sure the the cups are also heated along with the air inside of them so that it’s a little more intense. After the skin is red and irritated, I will be not-so-gently pulling the cups off and immediately placing a block of ice over on the heated skin. During the exam, you’ll be reciting the submissive, switch, and Dominant handbooks. If you falter or mess up at any time, I’ll use a switch against your backside. You can begin reciting the minute I place the first cup on your back.”
Once the explanation was over, he placed the wooden switch within easy reach so he could quickly grab it if necessary, lit a candle that was on the table, put on some gloves to protect his hands, and grabbed the first cup that was already super heated. After using a cotton ball to rub alcohol inside the cup, he placed it over the candle, lighting the inside on fire, and then quickly placed the cup on Bell’s back. He continued the process until her whole back was covered with cups. When he was done, he reached down, grabbed a small block of ice in one hand from out of a bucket that was on the floor, and pulled the first cup off with the other, immediately placing the ice on her skin where the cup just was. Again, he continued the process until all the cups were removed and her back was almost completely covered in rapidly melting ice, all along making sure he listened closely to Bell to see if she made any mistakes when reciting the handbooks.
Bell found the rules to be easy to recite, even through the application of the heated cups to her back but it was once Jackson changed gears and began removing them, the warm sensation swapped for the biting cold of direct ice, that she faltered. The switch fought with to overcome the shock it caused to her body but only managed a few times not to falter her words or pause to pull in a sharp breath and regain herself rather than continuing with her words. By the last cups Bell’s hands were gripped tightly to the table and she focused her attention only on the sound of her own voice and the driving need to please her Dominant within the scene. Over all the switch received a few corrections to her backside but managed to recite the rules through the removal of the last few cups with a determined ease.
Just like the last exam, Jackson felt a huge wave of relief when the exam was finally over, and he was very glad that he only had to use the switch a few times. He gathered any remaining blocks of ice from off her back and dropped them back into the bucket. When her back was cleared off of anything solid, Jackson reached down a grabbed a towel so that he could dry off her back. "Great job, Bell. You can hop off the table, go get dressed, and then thank Miss Roselle." Jackson again had to avert his eyes and decided to go over and quickly thank Miss Roselle himself while Bell put back on her clothing. He then watched her as she thanked the headmistress as well before leading them out of the exam room.
WHO → Sayer Ryan & Charlie Schuester [ mrpurplecharlie ]
WHAT → Roselle Exam No. 16
WHEN → October 14th
WHERE → Exam Hall
WHAT → Fire play, sensory deprivation
With a few days of practice, one where Sayer had shown Charlie exactly what he was planning by letting the flames lick at his own skin, another where the distraction of being in such close quarters with his naked boyfriend turned exam partner caused them to fall a little behind in the practice, and finally a day of huge success, the pair made their way into the exam hall and faced Headmistress. Thanking her for her time, Sayer had Charlie do the same as well as recite his limits and their decided safeword, asking him to strip before they made their way to a table.
Lying on his stomach on the surface, Charlie glanced over at Sayer and the blonde smiled, whispering quiet words in hopes of relaxing both of their nerves as they began, the Dominant quick to strap Charlie's wrists with leather bonds and getting him to tug on them to make sure they were tight enough. Sayer made quick work of carefully lying a blindfold over the other's blue orbs, offering a confident smile and a nod before his vision would be impaired and he tied it in a tight bow at the back of his head. At that point, Sayer reached behind him and began lining up what he would be needed -- a number of wet hand towel, a fire blanket in case of needed smothering, matches, a jar of fuel, a canister of cooling cream, and a short pile of FlashPaper.
This particular exam was concentrating fully on trust of the Dominant, Sayer lucky he had been paired up with someone who he had been building trust with since day one, and honestly? It relaxed him a ton, Sayer confident in what he was doing as he dipped one of his paintbrushes in the fuel, drawing a quick, simple design as a test to see where Charlie was at today, if he was more sensitive or not and happy to see that he remained unmoving when he lit the match and set it near the wet area of flesh. With towel in hand, as soon as it went up it was a quick count to three and Sayer instantly smothered it; he grabbed the jar of the cream and applied it to the reddened, slightly raised area, knowing that in a few seconds it would activate as the beginning of his design took shape.
Using his free hand, he dropped it to Charlie's hip and smoothed small circles on the skin there, silently telling the Switch that he was right there with him as the paintbrush went once more into the fuel, the fine hair soaking it up and creating smooth, precise lines just as the painter knew it would when it streaked down his spine. With swirls, extended lines, and faded designs the first part was finished, and with another strike of a match it was lit. Sayer put it out almost as fast as it lit, and he was frowning when the man underneath jumped at the larger eruption, the punishment understood and the cream remaining where it was as the towel lifted which would leave the area agitated and itchy. He paused in continuing with the painting, walking towards the end of the table to bind Charlie's ankles and restricting his movement more, praying that he wouldn't have to resort to the ball gag or the hood he had behind him if he lost the disconnect of trust again.
Asking if he was okay to continue and receiving a nod from Charlie, Sayer picked up the brush and continued his work, expanding the piece of Charlie's back further and repeating the lighting process, complimenting Charlie on how well he was doing when he remained still once more, applying the cream before reaching for the finale of their exam. The FlashPaper was placed strategically, knowing full well that too close together they would severely burn and so Sayer laid a piece over each shoulder, one settling in the curve of Charlie's lower back before he was continuing on and painting fuel branching from the center of his back, trailing over the side of his ribs, filling in spaces in his back, and making sure there was a line connecting to each of the papers. Satisfied with the work he had created on the skin. Sayer was reaching for the last match he would need and lit it, carefully dipping it in the gathering of fuel right in the middle of his back and watching as it erupted in a twist of orange and red, blue streaking it thanks to the fuel; there was a pop when the fire reached the paper, lighting it and causing the smallest of eruptions of sparks, the paper disintegrating fast. With the larger area aflame, Sayer grabbed the body towel and laid it, smothering out the flame and taking in a deep breath at the fact that it had gone smoothly.
"Well done," he had told him, smoothing a hand in a large circle at the lowest part of Charlie's back before reaching for the cream and scooping a generous amount onto his fingertips, smearing it all over his back and massaging it into the skin carefully, eyes taking in the masterpiece he had created with raised and reddened skin. Next, with cleaned hands, he was undoing the restraints and blindfold and telling Charlie to sit up with his back to Headmistress, showing her what he had done before requesting that Charlie thanks her once more and get dressed, the pair making their way out of the hall with another exam under their belt.
Tagged: Harrison Clarington and Johnny Martinez -sumisomartinez
When: October 4, 2014
Where: Main Hall
Notes: Harrison gives Johnny his first exam and tests his ability to tune out distractions.
Harrison was a little worried about the exam with Johnny because it was the first one that he had to do with a submissive with practically no experience of submitting. The few times that they meet, Harrison could easily pick up on the other boy’s uneasiness, but he hoped that they had done enough preparation, by discussing what they were going to do and by building up the trust between them by performing some scenes, that Johnny would be able to complete the exam with flying colors.
Instead of meeting his partner right before the exam like he normally would, Harrison order the submissive to come to his room a few hours beforehand to work on Johnny’s comfort level even more. They did a few simple exercises in the limited amount of time that they had before heading down to the main hall.
Once inside the exam room, Harrison led the way over to Miss Roselle and gave her a small bow. He stepped aside and waited for Johnny to do the same before asking him to state his safe word. Once the other boy had complied, Harrison order him to go to the side of the room, remove all this clothing, fold them neatly in a pile, and then meet him at the center of the room. As he waited for the submissive to strip down, the Dominant walk around and began to set up everything that he would need for the exam.
When Johnny finally joined him, Harrison order him to spread his legs and lift his arms above his head. Once the boy was in place, he started to attached Johnny’s arms to a set of chains that were hanging from the ceiling, making sure to pull the chains taut when he was finished. Harrison then grabbed two boards that had nails at one end, placed them on the floor next to Johnny’s feet, and ordered the boy to step on them so that the submissive had to stand on his toes or the nails would pierce his heels. Harrison grabbed a rope and a small vibrator, held the device up against Johnny’s cock and balls while he wrapped the rope tightly around everything, and attached the other end to a ring that was on the floor, making sure that the submissive would already be able to feel an uncomfortable tug to his genitals.
When Harrison was satisfied with his work, he grabbed a small, cylindrical fire pit, and placed it between Johnny’s spread legs before finally explaining what was to be expected from him for the exam. “I will soon be lighting a fire in between your legs that will grow in intensity throughout the exam. If you’d like to try and escape from the heat by raising up even more on your toes, you must do so at the expense of your cock and balls. If you’d like to relief some of the pressure that’s on your genitals, you’ll have to deal with the nails digging into your heels. You will have a choice at which comfort you’re willing to sacrifice. I will also be asking you ten questions about submission. For any question that you get incorrect, I will tighten the rope that is attached to the floor, and if you do not get at least seven of them correct, you will be flogged ten times at the end of the exam. I will also be placing nipple clamps on you, along with turning on the vibrator that resting against your balls, to even further test your ability to concentrate on the task at hand. Understood?”
Harrison didn’t bother to wait for the other boy to confirm that he did actually understand and instead, reached down to turn the vibrator on to it’s highest setting. He picked up a set of clamps and attached him to each one of Johnny’s nipples before stepping back and giving the other boy a few seconds to get used to the new sensations. The Dominant then lit a fire in the pit and stood back up to face Johnny to begin to ask him the questions.
It didn’t take him long to realize that Johnny was not very skilled at blocking out distractions and focusing on something else as the submissive answered the first two questions incorrectly. Since the pain and pressure on his cock and balls would only increase with each incorrect answer, Harrison knew that missing the first few answers was not a good sign of how the rest of the exam would go. Johnny did surprise him a bit though as he got the next three correct, but then turned around and missed the next three. Even though the other boy had already missed his quota for correct answers, Harrison didn’t want it to phase the submissive too much, so he paused the questions and led the boy through a quick breathing exercise to help refocus him. It seemed to help some as Johnny finished strong and answered the final two questions correctly.
After all ten questions were finished, Harrison reached down and picked up the flogger and walked around the submissive. After he stuck the other boy ten times, he removed the boards underneath Johnny’s feet and walked back around to the front to untie the rope to finally grant the boy’s genitals some relief. As he moved around to remove the rope, clamps, and chains from the other boy, Harrison wanted to make sure that the submissive knew that he was proud of him. “I know that you didn’t answer seven out of ten correctly, but just know that I’m very proud of you. You did well for your first one, and it takes some time to be able to learn how to block out certain distractions. I suggest you purposely subject yourself to pain or other stimuli to help develop the skill because it is a very useful one for submissives to have. Now, I want you to go and get dressed, graciously thank Miss Roselle for her time, and then we’ll head back to my suite.” While Johnny was getting dressed, Harrison approached Miss Roselle once again and thanked her. He waited for the other boy to do the same, then led them out of the exam room, and back to Harrison’s room for aftercare.
Notes: Jackson and Eoin have their exam involving a vac bed and stimulation.
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Jackson was terrified as he waited with Eoin by the doors of the exam room, but he hoped that he was able to hide it a bit. He didn't want to give the other boy even more reason to not trust him, but Jackson was sure that he would be able to easily pick up on his nervousness. He could only hope that the switch remembered what his first exam was like and not judge him too harshly for it. When it was there time to enter, he finally looked over at Eoin to try and gauge just how he was handling things, and again, Jackson once again felt a little relief that he was paired up with someone who had done this multiple times. "You ready to do this?"
Eoin smiled confidently over at Jackson. Before this he really hadn't known the boy and didn't know what to expect, but Jackson seemed nice, if a bit nervous. Eoin hoped that part of his role as Jackson's submissive in this exam could be to increase Jackson's confidence, no matter the grade. "It'll be okay sir," he said softly. "I've been here for over a year and it's alright even if we don't do great. Let's just try our best."
Jackson relaxed some at Eoin's words and nodded along. "You're right. I'm going to try my best, so as long as you do the same thing, there's really nothing else we can do." He took another deep breath before opening the door and walking into the room. He took a page out of Owen's book and tried to pretend like he was putting on a show, so he walked in with all the confidence he could muster. Luckily, Owen had given him a rundown of all the different things he needed to do before the actual exam, and he approached Miss Roselle to give her a slight bow and waited for Eoin to follow his lead. "Please state your safeword then remove all your clothing. After that, meet me at the table that's in the middle of the room." He waited for the switch to say his safeword and then turned around to head towards the table while Eoin was stripping down. With his back turned to Miss Roselle, he took the opportunity to let his facade slip just a bit before putting it right back on as he reached the table, turned around, and waited for the other boy to join him.
Eoin greeted Miss Roselle respectfully, bowing his head and thanking her for her time, before turning back to Jackson. "My safeword is avocado, sir." He quickly and efficiently removed his clothing, not feeling ashamed because he reminded himself that he was doing this for Dylan and for himself, to make himself and his sir proud. He walked over, naked, to the table after neatly folding his clothing and leaving them in a pile, not wanting to look disorderly. He stood, head bowed, waiting for further orders.
Jackson wasn't used to taking exams sober, almost always high on something before going to the reformatory school, but he was glad to have a clear head during this as he mentally went over everything that he had planned while Eoin was approaching him. When the switch finally made it all the way to the table, he gave him a brief nod before explaining the exam. "So today I'm going to test how well you handle yourself while being confined. You're going to be laying on this vacuum bed, and I'm going to cover you up with latex. I'll give you a tube to be able to breath through in your mouth and then suck out all the air. After that, I'm going to cut one hand free and give you a hand-held translator. I will be asking you a series of questions, and you must type them out correctly on the translator. To add to the feeling of being confined, there will be a board placed on top of you, which will put ten pounds of pressure on your chest to begin with. Each time you get an answer incorrect, and that includes misspelling a word, the pressure will increase, and then it will decrease with every correct answer. If you don't get at least ten questions correct, you will be flogged five times at the end of the exam." Jackson reached out to the table and picked up a vibrator, handing it to Eoin. "To make it a little bit harder to concentrate, you will insert the vibrator and set it on high before you get onto the bed. I will also be provide some external stimulus, but you're not allowed to come at all during the exam. If you do, you will be flogged five times for that as well. If you've got all that, then go ahead and insert the vibrator, turn it on, and then hop up on the table so we can begin. Oh, and also, since you won't be able to say your safeword and it may be hard to type it out, if you feel the need to use it, just type the same letter, it doesn't matter what letter it is, five times in a row. Got it?"
Eoin 's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as Jackson explained the exam, but other than that his face didn't change. Both his nerves and his excitement had ratcheted up a lot over the course of the other boy's explaining--he had figured since Jackson was pretty inexperienced that they would be doing something simple, a few questions while he jerked off or something. He was happy to be proven wrong and thought that this could be a great exam that would challenge both of them, if only he could hold it together. He had never some anything like it, and wasn't particularly claustrophobic, but felt a slight sickness to his stomach thinking about not being able to move at all and having to breathe out of a tube. "Yes sir," he said simply, his voice mostly not betraying all the thoughts running through his head. He took the vibrator, chewing on his lip in concentration as he got it lined up and slid it in, then turned it on medium, looking up at Jackson. "Excuse me sir, what setting should I turn it on?" He asked by way of clarification. "I began with medium, sir, since I wasn't sure."
Jackson thought about Eoin's question for a few minutes before making a decision. Yes, exams were supposed to push limits, but Jackson was a little worried about that damage that could be caused by having that much stimulation without the possibility of moving around. "Medium will be fine and thanks for asking." After explaining the exam and seeing that Eoin didn't roll his eyes or show any other signs of boredom or disinterest in his idea made Jackson definitely feel better. Even though his nerves were high enough that he could feel his hands trembling, his confidence regarding the possible outcome of the exam grew by leaps and bounds. He stood up a little straighter as he addressed Eoin again. "If you don't have any more questions, go ahead and hop up on the bed."
Eoin nodded. "Yes, sir," he said simply, head bowed, and he jumped up onto the bed, eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath to prepare himself. His grades were very important to him and he wanted to put on as good a performance as he could, plus he wanted to give Jackson a good first exam. He bit his lip as the vibrator stimulated him--he wasn't worried about controlling his orgasm since he was usually good at that, but the pleasure would definitely be distracting.
Jackson handed Eoin a plastic tube after he laid down on the bed. "Put that in your mouth, and I'll cut a hole for it soon." He then took a thin but durable sheet of latex and covered it loosely over Eoin, making sure that it covered him completely. Jackson found the end of Eoin's breathing tube, cut a small hole at the top so that he could slide the tube through the latex, and then proceeded to tucked the sheet into the sides of the table. "Okay, I'm going to suck all the air out now." After giving the other boy a warning, Jackson reached down and flicked on a switch that sucked all the air out from under the latex, making it conform tightly to Eoin's body. He grabbed the pair of scissors once more and carefully cut a hole for the switch's hand to fit through. Once it was freed, Jackson placed the translator in Eoin's hand. "It's set up just like a mini-keyboard would be like on your phone, so there's three rows of keys and then the space bar is on the very bottom row. All the answers will just be one word though, so you won't need that. There's a small raised line on the 'f' key and the 'j' key, so you should be able to easily find those keys. If you need to backspace, it's on the very first row of keys, right next to the 'm' and there's a small bump on it. Then, when you're ready to submit your answer, you'll hit the enter key, which is right next to the space bar and has two small bumps on it." As Jackson explained the set up of the keyboard and where certain keys were, he took one of Eoin's fingers and ran it over the key to make sure he knew where they were supposed to be. "To make sure you understand all that, please type out 'ok' on the keyboard and then hit enter."
Eoin listened carefully to Jackson, nodding. He still couldn't believe they were doing this, but he was excited to do something different, really be challenged in an exam. He put the tube in his mouth, laying there as Jackson worked, eyes widening as all the air left him. This was something he had never done, and he was on the verge of panicking but he forced himself to calm, to listen to the boy's words. He took as deep breaths as he could, feeling the keys of the keyboard which was to be his only way of communicating during this exam. "Ok, sir," he typed out.
Jackson was pleased to see that Eoin was able to type out that simple answer, so he was hopeful that he wouldn't have much trouble during the rest of his exam. "Good." He reached over and grabbed a massager, turned it on high, and placed it so that it made contact with Eoin's cock and balls. He knew that being confined in latex was supposed to enhanced other sensations, so Jackson hoped that it would give the switch a little more of a challenge to his self-control. Finally, he lowered down a board on top of Eoin's chest and set it to apply ten pounds of pressure to essentially press the other boy into the bed. "Okay, I'm going to begin with the questions. I'm going to ask you a total of fifteen questions and again, for each one you get wrong, the pressure on your chest increases. If you get one correct, it decreases. If you don't answer at least ten of them correctly by the time the exam ends, you'll be punished." After he went over the rules one more time, he began to ask the other boy basic questions that from all the different classes that a switch would take.
Eoin had felt like he was struggling just with being confined, but the feeling of the massager on his most sensitive areas just made everything a thousand times worse. He consistently had problems getting aroused now by people other than Dylan , like his body saw it as some sort of betrayal, but he couldn't deny the way it reacted to these sensations. He kept breathing through the tube, focusing on taking deep even breaths, even as his heart was racing. He almost had himself under control when the board was pressed on his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like everything had been taken from him but his mind. When he was little Eoin had had a recurring nightmare about waking up in the middle of a surgery, being conscious but unable to speak or move, and this felt a bit like this. He started hyperventilating a bit, frantically typing two nonsense letters on the keyboard, but then he got a hold of himself, forced himself to breathe. "I'm okay, sir," he typed once he had regained a bit of control. He focused on the questions Jackson was asking him, trying and mostly succeeding to block out everything else, and managed to get twelve out of fifteen right.
Jackson started to panic at bit when he saw Eoin's fingers start to hit random letters, but let out a small sigh of relief when the other boy seemed to regain his composure. Even though he relaxed a bit more with each question that the switch got correct, his hands continued to shake as he adjusted the pressure that was on the board over his chest. It wasn't until Eoin reached his ten question goal that they finally seemed to stop. The remaining questions were just a bonus and soon enough, there were no more questions to ask. "Great job, Eoin. I'm going to remove the board off your chest and then we'll get you out of there." Jackson was not looking forward to having to punish the switch at all, so he was still nervous to find out if they other boy was able to completely control himself or not. From what he saw, Jackson was pretty sure that he didn't, but he wouldn't know for sure until Eoin was finally freed from the latex. Jackson lifted the board off of his chest, then reached down to turn off the massager, and placed it to the side. With all the other obstacles now out of the way, he finally turned off the section to the bed and watched as the sheet of latex instantly went lax over Eoin's body. Jackson started at the head of the bed and slowly started to peel the sheet back, anxious to finally find out just how good the other boy's control was.
Eoin shivered as much as he could inside the latex, his body aching to move. He was still nervous, still uncomfortably stimulated, but he was starting to believe that he could do this. He breathed a big sigh of relief as soon as the board left his chest, and he sighed deeply, groaning as the massager was turned off and finally laying back, relaxing as the sheet was pulled back, hoping Jackson would be proud of him and knowing there was no reason for him not to be.
Jackson was finally able to fully relax when he worked the latex down past the other boy's crotch and realized that Eoin didn't come at all during the exam. Luckily, he was able to resist the strong urge to pump his fist in the air and shout out 'yes!' when he knew that he wouldn't have to punish the switch at all, and he kept his cool as he finished pulling the sheet all the way off of Eoin's body. "Great job. You can go ahead and stand up, remove the vibrator, and put your clothes back on." While Eoin was finishing up getting dressed, Jackson took the opportunity to approach Miss Roselle once more. Owen had reminded him several times, that it's best to make sure you acknowledge her so he definitely didn't want to forget. His nerves made a brief reappearance as he got closer to her, but he was able to get out a small, quick thank you before he moved off to the side of the room as he waited for the switch to join him.
Eoin was in a very odd mentality, his whole body feeling loose after the long minutes of right confinement. He was distantly proud of himself and of Jackson, but he couldn't focus on that, he had to just do as sir was telling him. Without really thinking he stood up, took out the vibrator, whimpering softly at the sudden emptiness, and dressed himself, his head lowered. "Thank you for your time, Miss Roselle," he said politely, going over to stand with Jackson.
Jackson just nodded at Eoin when he joined him after thanking Miss Roselle and headed to the door. He held it opened for the switch and then followed through it behind him. When he was safe that he was finally out of the headmistress' range of hearing, he let out a very loud sigh of relief. "Thank fucking god that is over!" He reached over and patted the other boy on the shoulder, so glad that he was paired up him for his first exam. "You were fucking awesome, so thanks for that dude." He may have not been at Roselle for that long, but he at least knew that he was responsible for any aftercare that his partner needed. However, Jackson wasn't really sure what the other boy would need from him. "So, after all that, I'm thinking that since you're in a relationship, there's not much I can do about what I think is you're most immediate problem... So I'm thinking that I can escort you back to your place so that he can take care of you or we can just go hang outside because I'm sure you'll want plenty of open spaces right now?"
Eoin smiled widely as the dom praised him, shrugging faintly. "I hope it was alright...I did my best anyway." As important as his grades were to him, pleasing the dom he was paired with was even more important. He was starting to feel a little more like himself and chuckled. "I'm okay...maybe let's go outside for a few minutes then I'll go see if Dylan is free?"
Notes/Warnings: Harrison and Augustus have their exam. Involves knife play, needle play, slut shaming, and humiliation/degradation.
augustus-sub-wright
Augustus was doing his best to calm himself down before the exam. He was aware that being anxious would only make things worse when it came to carrying the scene out in front of Miss Roselle. The four piercings around his lips still felt foreign to him; surely, he had his own piercings, yet he had them done in a place that didn't bother him. His lips still felt a little numb, but he had grown used to the feeling by now. Spending Sunday with Harrison had helped him when it came to somewhat trusting the dominant. Even though he was still scared to trust someone who was merely an acquaintance, he felt like he could trust him a little bit more now. Before entering the exam hall, he took a deep breath and looked at the Dominant. "It's time, Sir," he said quietly as he forced himself to feel confident.
Harrison had checked Augustus' lips before they left to go down to the main hall to make sure that the swelling wasn't bad enough to interfere with their exam. Even though there was a bit, he was pleased to see that they could go through with everything as planned. He knew that this would not be easy on the submissive, but was proud of him for even trying. When Augustus spoke to him, he could pick up on the false bravado behind his words but appreciated the sentiment. "It appears that way. I want you to take one more deep breath before we go in. I'm not going to tell you to relax because even in a fairly easy exam, I know that impossible. Just try to remember that this is only going to last for fifteen minutes, so just push yourself for that long, and you'll be just fine." With that said, Harrison opened the door and walked into room, confident that Augustus would follow. He approached Miss Roselle and bowed to her before turning back to the other boy. "I want you to bow to Mistress Roselle, state your safeword, then walk over to the side of the room and remove all your clothing. Once you've undressed and folded all your clothes neatly, join me in the center of the room." After Augustus had walked away to strip down, Harrison went over and examined the set up of their exam to make sure everything was in order before walking over to a table that had various items on it and waited for the other boy.
Augustus had been taking in deep breaths for the last couple of minutes, but he did as Harrison told him and took one more for good measure. Relaxing was never a thing when it came to exams, yet the prep talk was helping him feel at least slightly better. Hearing Harrison repeating the words that he was constantly saying to himself gave him some sort of confidence, and he nodded with a small smile. "I know, Sir. It will be okay, it's just fifteen minutes." The submissive followed Harrison into the room, stopping when the dominant stopped to bow to Miss Roselle. After bowing to the Mistress herself, Augustus spoke up. "My safeword is sugar, Sir," he stated before walking to the side of the room and doing as told. As soon as he was naked, he forced himself to focus on everything else other than his body - he still couldn't get used to the scars criss-crossing all over his body, and he knew that if he focused on them, he would likely falter in his actions. Repeating what Harrison had told him earlier in his head, Augustus folded his clothes neatly and set them aside before joining the Dominant in the center of the room, next to the table.
Harrison turned to the table and picked up a needle that had thick string already attached to it and then turned back towards Augustus to explain why Harrison choose the content of the exam and exactly what he would be required to do. "For a submissive, speaking, much like being allowed off-campus, is a privileged that needs to be earned. As you know, last night I pieced both sides of your upper and lower lips with a small, hallow tube. For the exam, I'll be threading this needle and thread through those tubes to sew your mouth shut. You will then have to complete four tasks. After successfully completely each one, I will cut a thread. At the end of the exam, if all the strings have not been cut, you will be paddled ten times for each failed task. To encourage you to be speedy and to reiterate the point that sometimes we're punished for other people's actions, you will have a small bar of soap sew into your mouth, just like my brother had to walk around all day with one in his because of something your sister did. Understood?" Before he gave the other boy time to answer, he reached to grab something else off the table. "You'll also have a vibrator inserted into you for the whole period, which I'll be randomly adjusting the speed of it throughout the exam."
Augustus eyed the needle that Harrison had picked up and wondered for a moment what it had to do with everything until the dominant spoke up and explained the reason behind the four piercings on his lips, two on both sides of his upper and lower lips. The thought of having his mouth sewn shut made him panic, but he replayed his mantra in his head again: it was only going to last for fifteen minutes. He had been through much worse, and the torture lasted for hours. Anything that was going to happen couldn't possibly be that bad. Yet what bugged him was the fact that Harrison kept on bringing up his past failures, even those of his sister. It had been months, he had received his punishment for it. People were supposed to move on, not hold grudges. Yet he couldn't argue against that now. Right now, his only task was to just do as told and get this over and done with as fast as possible. He was about to reply before the dominant informed him about the vibrator and his heart skipped a beat. Trying hard not to tremble in anticipation, he forced himself to put on his brave facade to assure both Harrison and the Headmistress that he was fine with everything. "Yes, Sir," he said simply with a small nod.
Harrison knew that needles were a soft limit of Augustus and wasn't surprised to see the slight panic in the submissive's eyes when Harrison explained what he was going to have to do. He actually planned to hit upon all his soft limits in this exam, so Harrison was encouraged that Augustus didn't back out when facing the first one. "Good. Now turn around and bend over slightly." As he waited for the other boy to comply, Harrison reached over and grabbed a small bottle of lube, putting just enough on the vibrator to help put it in but not enough for it to slide out easily. After Augustus was in position, he slowly eased it inside of him and made sure to angle it so that it had the best chance of resting right on his prostrate. "Now stand up and turn around." He reached into his pocket, pulled out the remote to the vibrator, and without any warning, turned it on at the medium speed. Harrison put the remote back in his pocket and picked up the small bar of soap that was on the table. "Open up." He placed the bar right on the top of Augustus' tongue and while the submissive still has his mouth opened, Harrison grabbed his lower lip and pulled it out a bit to give him room to work. The thread already had a large knot in the end of it, so starting from the inside of Augustus' lower lip, he threaded the needle through the hole. He then brought the thread over the top of the other boy's lips and into the front of the hole on his upper lip, tying a knot in the thread once it was through the upper lip so that each stitch would have to be cut individually. Harrison then crossed the thread down over to the bottom hole on the other side of Augustus' mouth, up to the upper lip on the same side, and then finally crossed it back down again to the bottom hole that he started at so that Augustus' mouth was completely shut. "Since you can't use your mouth to say your safeword, if you feel the need to use it, I want you to hold up three fingers on either hand and flash them three times. Understood?" He waited for the submissive to acknowledge him before going on to explain his first task. "To get the first string cut, you must walk across this five foot path of hot coals. When you get across it, you must turn around and come back to me. You may start whenever you're ready."
Augustus turned around as told and bent down just enough to make himself presentable to Harrison and get the plug in easily. Closing his eyes, he waited for the vibrator to be pushed inside of him. When he felt the pressure against his entrance, he hissed and bit down on his bottom lip as he convinced himself that it was just a vibrator and not someone who only had the intention of using him and hurting him. "Yes, Sir," he replied before standing up, taking in a sharp breath as he felt the vibrator brushing against his prostate just seconds before it was turned on. With the vibrations distracting him, and knowing that he didn't have much of a choice, Augustus opened his mouth for the dominant to place the soap in it. Trying not to gag, Augustus barely realized that his lip was pulled out before he spotted the needle in Harrison's hand. The submissive decided that closing his eyes and focusing on the vibrations whilst trying not to gag was probably better than watching as his mouth got sewn shut, even though the anticipation of having a needle continuously passing through his lips was making him feel on edge. He could feel his mouth getting closed slowly until it was completely shut. He opened up his eyes again and nodded as a sort of acknowledgement for the change in safeword. Turning around to face the hot coals, Augustus walked closer to the path and inhaled deeply before stepping onto the coals, trying to walk as fast as possible on his tip toes so as to avoid hurting his feet. Five feet seemed to be as long as a mile for him, yet when he reached the end of the path he felt relief wash over him. He turned around and made his way back to Harrison as ordered, feeling glad that he had only managed to hurt a small part of his feet.
Harrison pulled out his pocket watch to check how much time has passed as Augustus turned around to make his way back over the coals and was pleased to see that less then four minutes had gone by since they entered the room, which left plenty of time to do everything else that he had planned. He put the watch back in the pocket of his jacket and reached into his pants pocket and turned the vibrator to its highest setting while the submissive was about halfway through with his return trip. When the other boy finally finished up, Harrison picked up a knife from all the table and cut one of the threads. "Good job. I know you're not the biggest fan of knives, so for your next task all that you have to do is stay perfectly still for as long as I desire. If you so much as flinch, you fail. Understood?" He gave Augustus a few seconds to let everything soak in before Harrison started to slowly walking around the boy. "Does it bother you? That no matter how hard you try to be the perfect little sub, most people will just see you as a fuck up? As one of the reason's why we're all stuck on campus? As the reason that people lost their jobs?" As he was circling the submissive, he lightly dragged the blade of the knife over Augustus' flesh, making sure that it would cause marks on his skin but not break through just yet. After dragging it up and down one arm, he crisscrossed the blade all along his back while he reached into his pocket with his other hand to lower the setting on the vibrator down to low before moving on to Augustus' other arm. "If rumor serves me right, don't you have a Dominant boyfriend? I can't believe anyone would actually put up with a fuck up like you..." When Harrison completed his circle and was once again standing right in front of the other boy, he brought the knife to his chest and began using the knife to write a words 'fuck up' into his flesh. He pressed a little harder on the blade so that it would actually break the skin but not hard enough to scar. "I think you need a reminder about just who you are..." While he was carving the words into the submissive's skin, he kept one eye on Augustus' reactions to make sure he followed his orders and remained perfectly still through the whole ordeal.
Augustus had been halfway through his way back when he felt the vibrations get more intense, making him gasp and falter in his step for a split second until he was able to return his focus on making his way across the path. Having finished the first task successfully, he felt a little bit more confident now although something within him told him that it was about to get worse. The submissive flinched slightly at the sight of the knife, but he stood still as one of the threads was cut. His eyes widened at Harrison's words - How was he supposed to not flinch when there was going to be knives involved? The only time he had ever tried anything with knives left him with a terrible word carved into his skin, which he was lucky enough to have covered with whip lash marks. Yet he knew that he couldn't exactly argue, so he simply nodded and braced himself. Nothing could prepare him for the words that were coming out of the dominant's mouth, being spat at him, berating him. He wanted to scream, to do something to block those words out. Anger was boiling up within him and he was so distracted that he was barely paying attention to the blade on his skin. All he could think about were those words that Harrison was telling him. He had no right to say those words about him when he didn't even know him. But none of that mattered, did it? He was simply repeating the same words that Augustus had been telling himself for months, yet hearing them being spoken out by someone else was simply a confirmation that he couldn't bear to hear at that point. When Jamie was brought up, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and he simply allowed a small tear to roll down his cheeks. Feeling the blade cutting through his skin, he dug his teeth into the bar of soap to force himself not to flinch.
Harrison definitely didn't like saying the words that were coming out of his mouth, but he had to. He wanted to push Augustus to his very limit and figured that constantly bring up the submissive's one obviously mistake was just the way to do it. He was still impressed with the other boy. Harrison's pride was always his weak point, so he wasn't so sure that he could listen to someone say all that about him and just take it. Just as he thought, he knew that he was getting to Augustus when he saw the single tear fall down his face, but it brought up contradictory feelings within Harrison. He was pleased with himself for accomplishing his goal in the exam by getting the reaction, but then it made him feel bad for the submissive because he knew that he wasn't able to let up and apologize for his words. He knew that he would have to continue to push Augustus for the remainder of the exam, so he push the sympathy that he felt for the other boy far into the back of his mind. When he finished up the last word, he brought the knife up to his mouth again and cut another thread before setting the knife back on the table. "Good job. You're pretty much half way there, but we're not done yet. I still think you need a reminder of just what you are, so again, you are to stay perfectly still." Harrison then proceeded to pick up needles from off the table and began to pierce them into his chest, placing them at accent points through the words that were already marked into his skin.
Augustus fought hard with his own mind to ignore the words that Harrison was hurling his way, but hearing everything being said out loud made it impossible to do so. How could he make himself believe that he was not a fuck up when he was sure that he was one? Maybe being a fuck up was the reason behind the fact that people were always so distant with him. After all, no one would want to get close to someone like him. The submissive was so lost in his thoughts that he barely registered anything that Harrison had said after the second thread was cut. All he heard was the order that he was to stay perfectly still, and so he chose to focus on that in order to try and ignore the words previously uttered. The needles hurt, but once again he dug his teeth into the soap bar and braced himself for the pain every single time. The taste in his mouth was terrible at this point, and the constant gagging feeling was making everything worse, but he kept on telling himself that he was halfway there to try and make everything more bearable.
Harrison continued to be impressed by the sheer willpower of Augustus to face all this soft limits and not react negatively, let alone safeword. It just proved to him how much the submissive wanted this, and as Harrison continued to berate him while he put in the needles, he knew that because of that one mistake he made several months ago, Augustus probably thought he had a lot to prove to others. Going into the exam, Harrison would have readily admitted that he held some resentment towards the other boy due to the fact that he was partially to blame for Sam losing a job that he loved and needed, but he knew after today, all that blame he placed on the submissive would disappear as all the ill will feelings he felt towards the other boy was slowly being replace with respect. Once he finished piercing the last needle through the bottom of the 'p' on Augustus' chest, Harrison reached back for the knife and cut the third string. After sitting the knife back down, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his watch, and checked the time before addressing the submissive once more. "You're doing good. One more task to go, and this one is all on you. There is a little over five minutes left of the exam. You must get yourself off like the good little slut that you are before time runs out or you'll be paddled ten times."
Augustus was struggling with the whole not flinching ordeal, yet the words that Harrison was saying to him over and over again hurt more than the needles being pressed into his chest. The submissive felt so belittled and helpless as he had no other choice but to listen and keep quiet, no matter how much the words that the dominant were saying hurt. The final needle was placed in his chest and he could feel himself relax as the third thread was cut. With just one task to go, Augustus was anxious to get out of the exam and stop having to listen to those words which hurt like stones. There it was again, being called a slut. Nothing got to him more than that word, and after everything that had happened during his time as a slave, he saw himself as sluttier than before. He had to get himself off, even if he was feeling sore and in pain. The vibrator was pressed onto his prostate, but he had been too distracted to be stimulated by it. Shifting his focus onto the vibrations, he tried to gain some pleasure out of the toy inside of him. He wanted to be a good boy, he wanted to prove to Miss Roselle and to Harrison that he wasn’t just a fuck up, that he was improving as a submissive. It was a simple order, and he couldn’t fail now. His hands moved to wrap around his cock, and he looked up at Harrison to check if he was allowed to touch himself, given that he couldn’t ask with the soap in his mouth.
Harrison saw Augustus' hesitation and was confused about it at first, but he quickly caught on when the submissive's hand stopped right before wrapping around his own cock. Again, he was just further impressed by the submissive for even seeking further clarification instead of rushing things and acting on his own instincts. He gave a brief nod in his direction to let him know it was okay for him to proceed before giving him a few more rules to follow for the last task. "As long as you don't touch anyone else in this room, cut the last stitch on your own, or plug your ears, you may do anything that you need to do get yourself off." This was the part of the exam that he didn't really look towards at all. Sure, it was easy for him to point out the faults in others. In fact, he usually enjoyed doing it, but just not quite to the extreme as he did in this exam. However, he knew full well how slut shamming effected other people he cared about, so he wasn't keen to have to do it now. He push those thoughts out of his mind and soon began to pace around the other boy again when he finally began to touch himself. "Look at you... so eager to please. At least know I now how your boyfriend puts up with you... I'm sure you just whore yourself out to him so that he forgets all about you being a fuck up."
Augustus acknowledged Harrison's nod with a nod of his own before he wrapped his hand around his cock, now that he was given permission. As he listened to the rules for the final task, the submissive nodded once again to show Harrison that he understood. All he wanted was to indeed plug his ears and not hear whatever hurtful words were going to be thrown his way while he was going to attempt getting himself off. His right hand started to gently stroke his own cock. With his other hand, the submissive started to rub the sensitive area on the underside near the head of his cock in a circular motion. After a short while, he moved his left hand to gently caress his balls. The vibrations which were constantly occurring on his prostate had already done their job at making him hard, even though emotionally he did not feel turned on at all. It was like a recurring nightmare, having your body betraying your own feelings. The slut shaming was not supposed to turn him on, but the vibrations and his own stroking actions were making his body feel good. The words started to hit him once again as soon as Jamie was brought up once more. He felt the need to scream, but whether it was from anger, frustration or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. He wanted to tell Harrison to shut up, but somewhere deep within him, he felt like Jamie really was just with him for the sex. He distanced himself from Augustus whenever his condition was affecting the submissive’s sex drive. He always tried to avoid serious discussions about their relationship. The more Augustus thought about it, the more he started to convince himself that Harrison was right: Jamie was only with him because he whored himself out to him. And just like the whore he was, he started to stroke himself faster, increasing the pressure of his hand on his cock until he could feel his orgasm building up and his muscles clenching. With wide eyes that were now filled with tears, he looked up at the Dominant as if to ask for permission. One stroke later, an intense surge of pleasure overrode him and he came all over his own hand.
Harrison continued to pace around Augustus as he shamed and berated him, hoping that the other boy could somehow put all the words that he heard coming out of Harrison's mouth out of his mind long enough to finish the last task. Again, he knew he couldn't just let up quite yet on the boy and needed to continue to push him for just a few more minutes. "That's right..." He could tell that Augustus' mind and body were in conflict with each other, and Harrison tried to use his internal battle to his advantage. "Even if yor mind refuses to see the truth, your body knows that you're nothing but a little slut..." He went on and on, exploiting any visual signs of pleasure that appeared in Augustus by calling him a slut or a whore. However, when he saw the submissive's body seize up and they finally made eye contact, Harrison quickly became quiet. He wanted to grant the other boy at least one reprieve so that he didn't have to associate his release with any harsh and abusive words. After Augustus was finished, Harrison reached into his jacket pocket one more time to pull out his watch to check the time reaching into his pant's pocket and turning off the vibrator. "Good job, Augustus. You still had almost a full minute to spare." He walked over to the table again, picking up the knife and a small trash bin, before he headed over to the the other boy. After cutting the very last thread, he held up the trash bin to the other boy's mouth. "You can spit out the bar of soap now." Knowing that Augustus was probably completely drained, Harrison sat the bin onto the floor and circled around to the back of the other boy instead of making him turn around to remove the vibrator. After he eased it out of him, he threw it on the table as he made his way back to Augustus' front side so that he could start to take out all the needles that were still embedded within his skin on his chest. "I'm very proud of you. I honestly wasn't sure if you could handle all that, but you did great." Harrison wanted to apologize for all the harsh words that he said during the exam, but knew that it would have to wait until they were out of Miss Roselle's presence.
Augustus hated the fact that Harrison could read him like an open book during his moments of vulnerability. The words seemed to be a never-ending attack, constantly launched towards him while he was defenseless and unable to attack back. All he wanted was to block everything out; the psychological pain, the physical pleasure. After he had crashed down from his height, he took a few deep breaths before realizing that Harrison had actually stayed quiet for the few seconds in which he had reached his climax. Even though he couldn’t smile with the soap still stuck in his mouth, he was really grateful for that simple action. The submissive nodded slowly in an attempt to thank the dominant for praising him. After the final thread was cut and the bin was placed in front of him, Augustus could feel all the energy that he somehow had left in his body leave him. He spit the soap bar out and closed his eyes as the soapy taste in his mouth made him feel queasy. The submissive didn’t even realize that Harrison was pulling out the vibrator until he felt an odd empty feeling inside of him. He stood there limply as the dominant took out the needles, not having enough energy to move or even open his eyes. When he heard those words being uttered, he forced his eyes to open and smiled softly at the dominant. “Thank you, Sir. I just wanted to be a good boy for you,” he replied quietly, his exhaustion evident in his voice.
Harrison knew that this exam could probably get a little messy, which was clearly evident with the blood trickling down down Augustus' chest and the come covering his hand. "You were a very good boy. I honestly couldn't have asked you to do a better job." He grabbed a towel that was sitting on the table and handed it over to the submissive. "Go ahead and clean off your hands." There was also a robe folded up on the table, along with a pair of slippers, that Harrison picked up. He waited for the other boy to finish cleaning off his hands, wrapped the robe around Augustus' shoulders, and then placed the slippers down by his feet. "After you tie up the rob, go ahead and put on the slippers. After that, you'll just have a few more orders than you're all done. I want you to walk over and grab your clothes, thank Mistress Roselle for her time, and then we can leave." As he waited for Augustus to gather his clothes, he took the opportunity to approach Miss Roselle himself, bowed, and then thanked her, before he stood off to the side and awaited for the submissive to do the same.
Augustus couldn't help but smile a little wider at the praise that Harrison was pouring out for him. "I'm glad you think so, Sir," he replied just before taking the towel from the dominant's hand. At the permission to clean off his hands, he immediately started to wiped away the come that was covering them until his hands were clean. Feeling the robe being wrapped around his shoulders, the submissive snuggled inside it, grateful for the soft fabric that was almost comforting in itself. The rest of the orders were given and Augustus nodded, tying up the robe and putting on the slippers provided. Once he was done, he gently picked up his uniform which was folded up at the side of the room and turned around, walking closer to the Headmistress' table. "Thank you for your time, Headmistress," he said, bowing down politely before turning around to look at Harrison, waiting for the dominant to lead them out of the room.
Harrison smiled proudly as he watched Augustus gather up his clothing and thank Miss Roselle. Harrison was absolutely telling the truth when he said that he couldn't have asked for a better performance out of the submissive. Out of the five soft limits that the other boy gave Harrison, he heavily focused on four of them and touched upon his fire play limit with the hot coals. Throughout the entire exam, Augustus did everything that he was asked of him with almost no hesitation. When he saw Augustus looking over at him, he gave him a quick nod and smile in approval and motioned him to start heading towards the door as he started to head towards it himself. Once they reached it, Harrison held the door open for the worn out submissive to walk through before he followed him out of the room and towards a nice hot bath that Harrison had already planned as just the first part of Augustus' aftercare.
Notes: No triggers, Daniel otps for a more simple, intimate display of D/s
Daniel usually arranged ahead of time for any necessary props, and this exam was no different. A black, leather wing-back chair with brass buttons sat in the middle of the room next to a small wooden table with a stack of white hand towels on it. Behind closed doors, Daniel squeezed Sam's shoulder and gave an exaggerated wink before his face settled into something serious and more 'professional.' He opened the double doors simultaneously and waited for Sam to walk through with the large bowl of warm water before closing them again. He met the blond at the center of the room where he addressed Miss Roselle. "Because Sam and I have had an intimate relationship in the past, I'd like to demonstrate something with a little more depth. Today, Sam will be playing my Mary Magdalene and washing my feet. For the remainder of our time together, I'll be asking questions that require only yes or no, sir for an answer. I don't expect him to make any mistakes."
Sam flashed a smile, though it was more for Daniel's benefit, since he himself was nervous, nervous that all of this would be too simple and Miss Roselle wouldn't like it, but he wanted to follow Daniel's instructions, so that's what he was going to do. He moved into the room and greeted their Headmistress politely before looking toward Daniel and down at the floor while he explained, still cradling the big bowl, trying not to give into his instinct to move over to get ready while Daniel was speaking. There was plenty of time for that, after he'd been given commands.
Daniel wasn't worried about Sam's ability to submit, so he was more than relaxed as he took his seat and gestured with a twitch of his fingers for Sam to come over. "I'd like you to kneel and remove my boots." They were tall combat boots that nearly went up to his knee and Daniel was looking forward to Sam having to take his time in taking them off. (link- http://www.cmstatic1.com/30912/30912.238011.jpg) He leaned back into the chair to watch as he asked his first question. "Do you think this is a degrading task?"
Sam moved over slowly, careful not to slosh the water in the bowl, and lowered himself down to his knees before he set the bowl to one side. He straightened up his back and knelt properly looking at the shoes. They were going to be a pain in the ass. He untied one and started to unloosen the laces, going down between the loops, not wanting to try prematurely and fail so he made sure to go down past the middle before he went to the next one, going to get them the same before he'd take either off. "No, sir..." He pulled off the boots one by one and set them neatly to one side.
Daniel leaned forward to brush a few strands of hair out of Sam's eyes as he worked. "That's a good answer. It's not. I like degrading, but this is something I've always wanted to experience." He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb, considering Sam as he removed his shoes. "Do you remember when I carved my name into your back? How I used to choke you and bite you and fill you up with my cock? Roll up my pant legs neatly so that you won't get them wet."
Sam pressed his lips into a firm line when Daniel had to go and mention the sex. He'd definitely not forget that dance and what followed after. He swallowed and set his hands to rolling up Daniels pant legs in even, smooth folds, to keep them up and hopefully not wrinkle too much. "Yes, sir." I do. He glanced briefly up at Daniel's face before working on the next pant leg, setting his hands in his lap once he'd finished, awaiting further instruction.
Daniel felt smug by that response and leaned back again. His eyes went to the bowl of water and he nodded at it. "Go ahead, but I'd like you to take care. I don't want to think you aren't enjoying this. Do you know that you can use your safeword with me?" That question had Daniel twitch as it reminded him of the last time he'd tried to be especially dominant with Sam. "Do you know that I care about whether you're happy, safe, healthy? That I want you to be?"
Sam looked at the bowl and then reached for a towel off the table, submerging it in the water and bringing it back out to wring out. He then cradled Daniel by the heel, lifting his foot up. He had a look of determination on his face as he put the towel to the Dominant's skin. Don't look like he was enjoying it? He wasn't about to start smiling or whistling a tune. "Yes, sir," He responded about the safe word, though it left a sting, and the next question had him hesitating, since sometimes in Sam's more negative frames of mind he often wondered. But he didn't want the Dom to look bad in front of Miss Roselle, so he murmured, "Yes, sir," though it felt a little false.
Daniel felt slightly wounded by Sam's lack of enthusiasm (especially in his last answer), so he lifted up his foot to shove the blond's shoulder with it- not hard enough to kick him over, but not gently. "I just said that I want you to look like you're enjoying this. I don't want to think this is torture for you." A voice in his head mocked him for being immature and overreacting, but it was easier to blame the actions on being strict and enforcing his commands. "This is your warning."
Sam jerked from the shove, pulled out of his more negative thoughts when Daniel pressed his foot into his shoulder. Right. Shit. Not torture. Enjoying it. Privileged. "I'm sorry, sir," His eyes widened to make himself look more forgivable. "It's a pleasure and a privilege to get to wash your feet." He swallowed and held his hand out, an offering to have Daniel's foot back. "I will do better for you, sir." He looked at him a moment longer before lowering his eyes out of respect, and to see if the dom would let him have his foot back now.
Daniel
His feathers were significantly less-ruffled as he lowered his leg and put his heel into Sam's hand, and there was surprised amusement in his voice. "I don't know how I could have forgotten just how good you are at apologizing. It never seems false. But don't forget again that you're supposed to stick to Yes and No, Sir." Unlike anyone else, Daniel always did feel better after punishing Sam. The fear and desire to succeed in his eyes were delicious, not depressing or uncomfortably desperate.
As Sam got back to the task at hand, Daniel let his eyes drift shut for seconds at a time as he simply enjoyed the treatment. "Do you think you're a good submissive?"
Sam felt guilty for using so many words when he was supposed to stick to two at all times, but it had happened, and Daniel seemed pleased enough with them he wasn't going to punish him. "Yes, sir." Once Daniel gave him back his foot and closed his eyes, Sam returned to sponging it with the towel, rewetting it and ringing it out again before he gently scrubbed at the bottom of his foot, looking calm and focused. The question seemed like a trick and he felt like either answer would be bad, so he just went for what he felt was more accurate. "Yes, sir."
Daniel peeked down at Sam out of one eye, considering him. He looked intent, but not as tense as before. Closing his eyes again, Daniel nodded before saying, "Good. You should. You put in more effort than most people to understand why you're being criticized, instead of lashing out." When it came to these exams, Daniel did lean more toward punishment examples and he felt that he was doing well at practicing the rewarding side this time. The questions started to go that way as well as Daniel asked, "Do you still enjoy obeying?" There was a slight pause before he added curiously, "Do you think you're a good sub for Harrison, or just good enough?"
Sam was glad he didn't have a thing about feet, so that he could actually enjoy this. Daniel had nice feet, he decided while he washed them, long and kind of slender like the rest of the Dom. He rubbed the top and sides. "Yes, sir," He answered the first, before the second made him tip his head up, with a slightly questioning gaze, as if asking Daniel how he expected him to answer that with the two words. Either or questions didn't do so well with a singular answer, and he didn't want to misstep, as he thought himself more than capable of doing in this case. It was too easy to get him confused like that. "Yes, sir?"
Daniel met Sam's questioning gaze with a patient one and one corner of his mouth turned up into a half-smile as the submissive answered correctly. "A helpful part of sticking to yes or no answers is that you don't have to make any choices, really. Leave it up to me. Do you try hard to serve him, to anticipate his needs and take care of yourself? You can start drying now."
Sam exhaled quietly when he somehow managed not to screw it up. He took a dry towel down and started to gently rub and pat Daniel's foot dry, trying to pamper him. The question made him feel sad, he hated that he wasn't a better submissive to Harrison, that he was mostly his boyfriend and sometimes they did scenes. But Daniel didn't need to know that, and neither did Miss Roselle. "Yes, sir," he tried to sound confident, not show his hand.
Daniel watched steadily as Sam treated each foot with care, but he couldn't get a read on how true the answer was. He didn't know what Sam and Harrison were like behind closed doors, he only could use his own relationship with Sam for reference. With that in mind, he decided to take Sam at his word. "If that's true, then he's lucky to have you. You may use this with him, if you like. Or with any other Dom that you wish to submit to non-sexually." He nodded to his shoes and socks, "Go ahead and put them back on," before asking, "Do you think you did your best today here, with me?"
Sam exhaled and dried off Daniel's feet, feeling sad that it was coming to a close because he had missed this, being submissive in small ways. Perhaps it was time to do these things without requests ahead of time. He nodded to Daniel's permission, wanting to thank him but not thinking he'd yet left the yes or no zone. He fitted the socks on Daniel's feet easily enough by bunching them down first before pulling them up, something he remembered about putting socks and shoes on Stevie or Stacey, then went to lace the boots back up. "No, sir."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees to watch Sam's deft fingers work on the laces. In his eyes, the sub was handling everything remarkably well. He wasn't expecting that answer. "Is it because of the two errors? You can say more if your answer to that is no."
Sam inhaled and looked briefly up from the laces, "Yes, sir." It was the two errors, though he hoped Daniel didn't think there was another reason for him to be sorry that he hadn't noticed, not when he had been trying to be so keen about his actions and words after those mistakes, he'd hate it if he'd let something else slip and Daniel had just been waiting for him to pick it up himself instead of correct him on it.
Daniel took Sam's chin in his hand, holding it up as he met the blond's eyes. He didn't want what he was going to say to go ignored. "Unless you made those mistakes on purpose, you did well for me here today. You've never made a mistake twice, and I think that's as close to perfection as I need or want to get. Unless you did do it on purpose... Did you?"
Sam felt his breath still in his throat and he looked at Daniel, taking in what he was saying, wanting to make sure he didn't get tripped up by words again. "No, sir," He wanted to shake his head but also not remove any of Daniel's hold on his chin, so he kept still, looking up at him simply, wanting him to see he wasn't afraid to look in his eyes.
Daniel broke the gaze first with a nod, releasing Sam's chin as he lost the game of emotional chicken. The blond was more brave than he was, and Daniel could admit that to himself. It was hard to look at those big green eyes and face nostalgia, regret, shame. Still, he kept his poker face on, shifting his weight on the chair before answering calmly, "If you tried your best, then you've done your best. Do you understand me?"
Sam let himself swallow and breathe normally once the gaze was broken and his chin released, easing back into more comfortable kneeling as he looked back down to finish tying the laces of the Dominant's boots. He still questioned with two mistakes if he tried his best, but the Dom's reasoning was sound, so he nodded and rested back with the laces tied. "Yes, sir."
