Mike had made sure to drink a lot of water before going into this exam. He still wasn't at one hundred percent but he was getting there and he had mainly gone to the infirmary simply because he thought it would be unfair to Jordan if he didn't try and get himself better before the exam. "Ready?" He asked her with a small smile just before they walked into the exam. He was a little nervous if he was honest. He had done a limited amount of shibari before but nothing to the scale that he was planning with Jordan. It was a little bit of a push to his own limits but he had a plan and he was going to stick to it. It helped that Jordan was interested in the art form as well and all in all he was looking forward to a good exam.
Jordan ‘s tongue ran over her lips, wetting them. She was nervous. Her first exam and she was submitting. But, from what she had gotten to know of Mike was he was a good Dominant. She just had to trust him. They had practiced and they could do this. Jordan wore her uniform, her hair up in a neat bun. She gave a nod and said, “Yes, sir,” a small smile appearing on her lips. The switch followed him into the room when it was time for their exam to start.
Mike nodded to her and lead her into the room. "Kneel here," he pointed to the spot on the floor next to his feet. "Good evening, Headmistress." Mike greeted the woman who didn't look like she had sat in that room for over eight hours. It also looked like she hadn't moved and Mike wasn't sure if he was scared of impressed. It was probably a good mixture of both. "Submissive," Mike addressed Jordan in a very calm and even tone. He usually found that it helped him keep his head level and it helped calm whoever he worked with. "Greet the Headmistress and then turn to me. I want to speak with you before we begin proper."
Jordan dropped to her knees next to him when he had ordered her to do so, and listened. She knew by now the Headmistress had, had a long day, and Jordan could only hope that others had not tried her patience. “Yes, sir,” she said and gave a small nod, before looking at Roselle a small smile on her face despite the nerves she felt. “Good evening, Headmistress,” Jordan said keeping her tone pleasant and calm. She then turned to face Mike, and looked up at him.
Mike smiled down at her. "From now until tomorrow morning you are my submissive. I expect you to be well spoken, well mannered, and to use your common sense." He took a small pause to make sure that he still had her attention. "Your exam today will consist of an elaborate Shibari scene which I know is something that you are interested in so this will be a learning experience for you." Mike paused again. "I must inform you that I haven't been feeling very well these last few days. I came down with a light flu and I went to the infirmary and received some medication. The reason that I believe it is imperative that you know this is because during your exam, you will end up completely helpless. Should my medication make me weak, I will need your help. Should my body get tired or if I pass out from dehydration, you will not be in a position to help yourself. I have asked a nurse to be in attendance as a precaution but you must take this time to assess your level of trust. As I've told you, I am taking antibiotics and I have been drinking water so I've tried to prepare for every contingency. We can proceed with the exam as planned, pet, or we can proceed with a modified version of it which will not be as elaborate."
Jordan kept her gaze locked on him, listening intently to what her Dominant was telling her. Her expression was serious as she took in everything that he told her. Jordan knew in this she would end up helpless; that she would have to put her trust in him. Did he being sick change things? Did it change her trust in him. Maybe if they had been alone it would have. But, as she knelt by his feet listening to all he had done to prepare, to plan, she concluded it didn’t change anything. She would help him as much as she could, and they had both the nurse and Headmistress there should assistance be required. Hopefully not, but he was prepared, nonetheless. Jordan continued to look up at him as she said, “I trust you, sir. I’m comfortable doing the more elaborate one.” Her tone was calm, sincere, as she spoke.
Mike 's face lit up slowly and his smile spread across his lips. He was pleased with her and nodded. "I want you to repeat your safeword for me and when you are to use it."
Jordan gave him a smile of her own as she continued to look up at him. “My safeword is red, sir. I should use my safe word if a scene becomes too intense and/or I no longer feel safe with what is going on in the scene.”
Mike nodded. "Good girl, thank you. I want you to use yellow if you need to slow down or take a break, is that understood?" Mike walked to the middle of the room and unzipped the bag. He took out the ropes and laid them out. He felt a little woozy and held his head for a second. "Pet. I need my water bottle. Bring it to me." He waited for her to follow his direction and took a generous sip, feeling better almost immediately. "Thank you, pet. For the first part of this exam, I will need your help." Originally Mike had planned to do this part alone but to err on the safer side, he would change it. "You are a Switch and thus your rose is below mine but," he qualified, "I must respect the half of you that shares my rose. Therefore, I must learn to work with you as partly my equal." Mike enjoyed symbolic exams and discussing D/s theory. It was one of his favorite things to do yet he had a hard time finding people to discuss with anything deeper than basic Dom 101 things.
Jordan gave a nod, “Yes, sir,” she replied easily. She watched as he moved and then got up when her asked for his water bottle, fetching it quickly and bringing it to him. When he said he would need her help, she nodded, listening to what he had to say. Jordan was prepared to help however was required of her, however he told her too. “I will help you however I can, sir,” she said confidently, her gaze on him as she waited for instruction.
Mike: Mike nodded and smiled at her as he instructed her on where and how to place the ropes. He firmly believed that because she was a switch and because she had an interest that she expressed to him that he was able to share with her that he should, in fact, take the opportunity to teach her. As he directed her, Mike taught her to tie various types of knots and how to use the ropes to counter balance the eventual weight that would be added to them. He kept his voice calm and smooth and Jordan, he found, worked well with him and was eager to learn. When they finished their preparation, Mike stepped back to look at what resembled a tangled web of ropes. He knew it didn’t look like much but it was only missing one component: a submissive. He turned to her when they finished and held up the last bundle of rope. “Being a Switch, you also hold half of a blue rose. You’ve worked with me as my equal but now, you must work with me in a different context. It should be as simple to transition as this: Kneel for me, pet.”
Jordan smiled as she followed his instruction, enjoying that she could assist him and learn about something she was interested in at the same time. It took her attention that she forgot all about the headmistress that was in the room with them. She enjoyed learning the knots, the rope placement, trying to commit it all to memory. The two of them seemed to work really well together, or so she thought, at least. She stepped back with him, her head tilted up as she admired their work. When he began speaking she looked at him. Knowing she needed to flip now, or as her rose called it. Switch. Jordan gave a nod and got on her knees, letting her mind go into a more submissive mindset that she had been working on.
Mike smiled. "Beautiful, pet." He praised her lightly when she followed his instruction without any visible negative reaction. He and Jordan worked well and he hadn't had that in a long time during an exam. She was eager to learn and he was appreciative of the attitude and it made his Dominant mindset come readily and easily. "When you are on your knees for me, you are submissive. You no longer hold your half of your red rose when you are like this for me. Mike untangled the rope he wanted to use and made his starting knot. "However, that means nothing unless you truly want to please me." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want to hear it from your lips, pet. Tell me why you are on your knees for me."
Jordan gave him a small smile. The nickname would take some getting used to, but she had to admit she preferred it to being called good girl. Something she had been called only a handful of times, and while she didn’t hate it as she had when she’d first arrived, it wasn’t something that she would say she exactly enjoyed. She listened as sir spoke, keeping her eyes on him. It surprised her, that he reached to tuck a loose strand of her hair back, but she enjoyed it, found it sweet and in a way reassuring. They were in this together. For a second she was silent as she gathered her thoughts, and then said, “I am on my knees for you, sir, because I am your submissive and it is my job to please you and do as you say. I want to make you happy and proud of me.”
Mike watched her carefully as he waited for her response. Mike had to admit that she did look very appealing on her knees despite what her initial appearance seemed to indicate. During their previous dinner and practice, Mike could sense that she wasn't entirely comfortable in her submission but the level of effort she gave him, made him happy and in turn she made him want to try harder to be better. It was a satisfying feeling. "Perfect, pet," he nodded. "I want you to remove all of your clothes and fold them neatly on the side. Then I want you to sit on your butt and hold your arms away from your sides to start with, do you understand?" Mike waited for her answer. "Repeat your safeword for me, pet."
Jordan listened as he spoke, gave him her full attention wanting to get it right. She didn’t want this to reflect poorly on either of them. Giving a slight nod she said, “Yes, sir,” and then when prompted again replied, “My safeword is red, sir.” With that she moved to comply with his orders. Jordan removed her blazer, folded it neatly and set it off to the side. Next she removed her shirt and bra, stacking it neatly on top of the blazer. It felt cool on her bare skin, but she figured it wouldn’t last long and she would warm up. Jordan removed her shoes and slid her skirt down her thighs, stepping out of it and folding it with the others. Naked now, she sat down on the floor and extended her arms out to the sides, then waited.
Mike waited for her to follow his direction and watched her carefully until she was sitting in just the way she was supposed to. He moved quickly and slipped the starter knot over her wrists. Over and over he wrapped the ropes until he made patterns between her breasts and across her sternum. It required his full concentration and he pulled and tightened accordingly until he had made a vest with her hands tied together and pulled neatly against her chest. "Stand and follow me," Mike ordered, taking her to the base of the intricate webbing they had created. "I want you to sit here," he pointed to a spot on the floor and once she was there, he continued his work. He used the ropes from the webbing to secure her in place before moving on to her legs and her torso. He repeated the binding, making a series of knots down her legs simply for the pattern of it and tested the bonds. He moved her legs into place and secured them to the webbing as well. "For this next part, I will need you to move your legs up and do not fight or thrash. If you do, you may fall. If you fall, I will punish you. Do you understand?"
For the rest of the exam, once Jordan shows that she understands, Mike would then use a pulley system in order to suspend Jordan a short distance off the ground. Mike would then use the existing knots and bindings he had made across her body to secure her in the position he wants her to remain in before stepping back and viewing the whole picture. He would tell her that she's to hang there for the remainder of the exam and he would take a few pictures from different angles.
Once he lets her down, he unties her methodically in order to avoid a painful recirculation of blood and tells her to dress again. He asks her to remain on her knees for him and to follow him out on all fours. Because she has been exceptionally good and because he appreciates and notices the effort that she had put forth, he is going to frame one of the pictures he took of her and give it to her as a gift as she continues to learn about Shibari.
He instructs her to thank the Headmistress and waits for her to comply before he gives his gratitude as well and they both exit the Main Hall with Mike leading Jordan as she follows him on her knees.
Mason and Celia enter the main hall and greet Miss Roselle. Celia is asked to kneel which she does and is asked what her safe word is. She repeats that she would like to use the stoplight system because it’s easier for her to remember when she is under stress. She is asked when she would need to use her safe word and she says that she would use it if she wasn’t able to handle what was happening to her or if her leg with the knee brace was in too much pain. She re-iterates that she understands and the exam is explained.
Celia will kneel and hold a paddle outstretched in her hands. She will sit and watch the clock and every five minutes she will ask appropriately for a spanking. “Sir, may I please have my bottom spanked with your paddle?” She will then lean forward onto her elbows and count each strike. There would be five paddles each time and once they were finished, she would say “Thank you, Sir,” and return to her original kneeling position. If her arms lowered while holding the paddle or if she moved too much while receiving her paddling or if she forgot to count, Celia would be made to lean forward and place her upper half on a block of ice each time she received her paddling. Once the fifteen minutes are over, Celia, would be made to sit on the block of ice and thank the Headmistress for her exam time.
Once the exam starts, Celia watches the clock carefully and asks for her paddling on time and with the right wording. She does this successfully three times, avoiding the punishment for moving. Her knee gives her a bit of trouble and she expresses this and they take a small break until Celia stretches it out and they can continue. She sits on the block of ice and thanks Miss Roselle appropriately before the exam comes to a conclusion and she and Mason can leave the Main Hall.
Laina walked into the exam room right on time for the alleged event. She was prompt, although she hadn't spoken to Helena before, she hoped she would show up. But as a minute passed, Laina figured she could at least sit down to wait, as her hope quickly disappeared. She sat down and played with her nails for a bit, and then fixed her hair, and before she knew it, the time was up. Fantastic.
Eduardo didn't generally care that much about his grades, but he had traditionally done fairly well and now his brother was here he wanted to show Johnny that he had been learning some. He and Patrick had decided to work on two of Patrick's soft limits since the boy didn't have that much previous experience. Eduardo and Patrick entered the exam room together and greeted Miss Roselle, then Eduardo told Patrick to strip. After the boy did so, Eduardo made him squat above two lit candles, blindfolding the other boy and gradually taking his senses away while he brought the candles closer. First he blindfolded Patrick, then he gave him heavy duty earplugs, mittens, and a gag. After Eduardo had taken everything off once the fifteen minutes was up, they thanked Miss Roselle and left.
Tina smiled at Cooper. "Nervous?" She asked quietly. The box she had made was nestled in her arms and she wanted to do something to try and make him more comfortable. He was Erica's boyfriend or something after all. She stood up when their names were called. Tina smiled at him. "You're in charge. Like the lead actor. My performance is only as strong as yours so I'll follow your lead." Tina nodded and positioned herself just behind him and to the side and waited for him to walk into the main hall.
Cooper shrugged lightly, not really sure what he was feeling. He just wanted to do well, if there was something he hated it was failing. He had listened to classes and to people's advice, but he wasn't sure how perfect he could do this role. He hummed and nodded at her words. ''Of course I'm the lead actor.'' He mumbled. He walked into the exam room and stopped somewhere in the middle, so his performance could be seen. ''Headmistress.'' He said towards the woman with the nod, acknowledging her, like people had told him to do. He then turned to look at Tina. ''I'll take the box and I want you to kneel.'' He said, just waiting for her to do so.
Tina acknowledged the Headmistress and handed the box as Cooper requested it. She sank to her knees and smoothed out her skirt before her attention returned to the man above her. Oddly enough, Tina didn't feel super worried like she thought she would feel. She didn't really have the time or the attention to wonder why at the moment. Her attention was on Cooper and she found that she wanted him to do well and that she was eager to make it so that he did. She waited patiently for her next instructions, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Cooper had to take a few seconds to think of what he had to do now, but he figured it would be a good thing to explain what they were doing. ''I'm going to pick three things out of this box that you'll have to do or I'll do to you. You have to remain in your headspace for all of it.'' He said. He then took a piece of paper out of the box. ''Five hits with a paddle.'' He read off of it. ''Strip and then bend over so I can easily hit your ass.'' He said. He had practiced things of what to say and he hoped things were going okay. He took the paddle in his hands and he did feel more uncomfortable now things were really happening, he hadn't done this before and he didn't want to hurt the girl, but apparently it was what you did.
Tina pressed her lips together. She knew exactly what he was forgetting and she quickly ran through a few scenarios in her mind as to how she could help him. In the end, Tina figured that the most straightforward approach might be best way. She was sure that lying or pretending would be obvious. Tina removed her clothes as quickly and neatly as she could and folded them next to her. "Sir, may I speak please?" She asked in a quiet voice, waiting for his answer.
Cooper could see some kind of panic on the girl's face and he wondered what was wrong. She did strip out of her clothes though, so that couldn't be wrong. He hummed at her words and nodded. ''Go ahead.'' He said, wondering what it was.
Tina kept her head bowed so that she wouldn't seem confrontational. She spoke with the same quiet tone. "If it would please you, Sir, may I tell you my safe words?" She could feel a bit of nervousness creeping up onto her and she found it wasn't because she didn't trust him but because she didn't want to upset him or make him feel like less of a Dominant. Tina understood that she was the more experienced of the two and it was a new position for her, to help him by being on her knees. She realized in that moment that she had usually been paired with people who had been at the school and had gone through a significant amount of exams. Not only was this Cooper's first exam, but it was one of his first forays into anything to do with his rose. Tina was determined to make it a positive experience.
Cooper hummed at her words and he had to think for a little bit before he understood it. Yeah, that was a pretty big thing whenever doing a scene, he remembered now. He had heard of it in classes before and it was always pushed as an important thing. ''Yes please, thank you for reminding me.'' He said. He brushed his hand through his hair and sighed softly. He thought it was going well but he had forgotten something important. He hoped he it didn't ruin the whole exam though, he was just happy that Tina had told him what was wrong.
Tina watched him carefully. She wanted to reach out and comfort him in some way but she didn't simply because it wasn't her place to do so in that moment. "Thank you, Sir," she smiled softly. "I would like to use 'yellow' if I have to take a break and I would like to use 'red' as my safeword, please, Sir." Tina then turned around and leaned forward, folding her arms on the floor as she lifted her hips and presented her behind to him. Normally she would have pillowed her head on her arms but it was an exam and she felt like it deserved a certain amount of propriety.
Cooper nodded when she told him her safewords, making sure to remember them. Luckily, they weren't that hard to remember and truthfully he didn't think she'd need them, unless he'd do something totally wrong. He waited until she presented herself to him before he took a better grip on the paddle again. He didn't want to seem like he was afraid to hit her, so he would do reasonable hits, but of course not too hard. ''Here we go.'' He said as a warning. He hit her, like he had thought before not too hard, but not like he'd be too soft either. He counted the hits in his hits in his head as he continued. The second hit was less in the center and more on her left cheek, which made him hit her right cheek for his third hit. The fourth and fifth were centered again. ''That was it, good job. Now kneel again so we can pick the next thing from the box.''
Tina waited patiently and she bit her lip after the first strike. "One," she counted out loud. It gave her something to do and she figured it would be useful to him as well and focusing for her as well. Her fingers curled into fists as she felt the jolt each time. Five spanks passed without incident though and she sat up and turned around to face him again. "Thank you, Sir," she nodded. Her butt was warm and she could feel her skin pulsing a little. She ignored it in favor of focusing on what came next.
Cooper definitely didn't like hurting someone for no reason at all, but it was easier because Tina acted like she didn't mind it and just wanted what he wanted. He grabbed another piece of paper out of the box and hummed, nodding. ''Bondage. Please stand up and turn around with your hands behind your back.'' He said. They had practiced this, so he should be able to do this. He grabbed some rope and waited for Tina to do what he had asked.
Cooper definitely didn't like hurting someone for no reason at all, but it was easier because Tina acted like she didn't mind it and just wanted what he wanted. He grabbed another piece of paper out of the box and hummed, nodding. ''Bondage. Please stand up and turn around with your hands behind your back.'' He said. They had practiced this, so he should be able to do this. He grabbed some rope and waited for Tina to do what he had asked.
Tina nodded. "Yes, Sir," she stood up and did as he asked. Tina wasn't so much concerned about her grade. She had been at first when Cooper told her that he hadn't done much as far as Domination and submission but she had written out lists of pros and cons and in the end, she decided that it was her job as a submissive to make him comfortable as he encountered his first exam. It was this mindset that allowed her to do as he asked and it was also her challenge to face to do something that she wasn't used to doing.
Cooper really hoped that he would be able to do what they had practiced. This really was something he wasn't comfortable with and having a naked girl in front of him who he was going to tie up was unusual. He had seen a lot of weird things in his life though and he tried to do it like he was acting. He looped the rope around the submissive's hand and tied them together with a tight knot. He then brought the rope around her waist and up to her shoulder to make a simple chest piece. ''Now sit, please.'' He asked. He made sure to keep close to her if she managed to fall. He then moved to her feet and bound them together, then up to her knees and doing the same. He stepped back and looked at her. Maybe the knots weren't as tight as they should be on some places, but to him it looked good. ''Now try how well you can move.''
Tina was a little nervous for him but he remembered everything they had practiced and she felt the tension leave her shoulders the more he began to restrict her movement. Bondage made her feel a little more secure in a certain way and she managed to get back on to her knees first before sitting as he wanted her to. "Yes, Sir," she nodded and tried to pull her legs and arms apart. She had no luck on her upper body but her legs were able to pull apart about an inch and she looked back up at him, waiting for his next instruction.
Cooper figured that the most he could do was try his best and see if he could do what they had practiced, if it turned out not to be enough for a decent grade, it shall be so. He noticed how Tina's legs could move and hummed, thinking of a solution. He grabbed some of the rope and looped it around the rope that was around her feet already, between her two feet. That way instead of an inch of air, there was now rope. ''Very well. Now as you lay there for a little, I'm going to grab the last thing from the box.'' He explained. He grabbed it and nodded as he read 'Begging', that was something he could combine with the bondage. ''Alright. You're going to beg me to cut your ropes. So give me good reasons as to why I should free you.'' He said with a nod, as if approving what he had just said.
Tina wiggled her legs again and found that she was now secured. She nodded as he did and listened as he instructed her for the last portion of the exam. A blush crawled up her cheeks and she cleared her throat to allow the embarrassment to fade for a moment. Her cheeks were a bright red. Begging had never been Tina's strongest suit it seemed paradoxical to her. If she weren't meant to be tied up then her Dominant wouldn't have done it but he also wanted her to beg and give reasons and she honestly couldn't think of any reasons that didn't seem unbecoming for a submissive. "Sir, I'm having trouble thinking of a reason to be freed. If you want me to remain tied then I will accept it but you want me to beg and give reasons and the only reason I can think of to be freed is if you want it to be so." Tina spoke quietly and looked up at him for guidance. "Please untie me, Sir." She wiggled in place. If he would like her to beg for that, then that she could do.
Cooper wasn't really sure what to do now. Tina seemed lost and he didn't really know what to do himself either. Her responses were so proper, something he was not used to. He could see in the girl's look that she needed help, but he didn't know how to give her that. ''A reason could be that you did well for me so far and you'd like to be freed so you can have your own control back.'' He said, not sounding too sure of himself. He hummed at the small voice that followed, which was the closest that had come to begging so far. ''That was good..'' He said, trailing off a little. He had to try this in a different way. ''I do want you to be freed, so that would please me. It can be the silliest reason, one that could make me laugh.''
Tina could see that she had thrown him off a little and she felt bad for it so she listened to what he had told her and tried to find a way to make it work. She scrunched her nose in thought for a few moments and remembered something that Erica had told her. Tina could feel her playfulness rising and she liked that it was coming to light during their exam instead of focusing on negative things. "Please, Sir, can you free me so that I can go and watch this commercial I've been hearing about?" She smiled. "I heard you were an actor, Sir, and I haven't seen it yet but I've wanted to look at it. Please sir?" She wiggled a little in place. "Please?"
Cooper waited for an answer of the girl, he really hoped things would go well now so they'd finally be done with the exam. He really had no other plan in mind. A smile came on his face at the answers and he clapped his hands together. ''That's probably the best reason you could have ever said, so yes, I'll untie you.'' He said enthusiastically. ''Though you should have watched it way before now, but you're forgiven.'' He mumbled. He lowered himself again and started untying all the ropes again. Soon enough the girl was freed from all the ropes. ''That was it. You have continued to please me this whole exam, good girl.'' He told her. It sounded weird to say that, but they had talked about this and apparently that was what he was supposed to say. ''Now you can dress up again and we'll be done.'' He said.
Tina couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her and she sat still as the circulation in her arms and legs returned to normal. "Thank you, Sir," she grinned. It was sort of nice to see him smile and she wiggled a little in happiness and the genuine reaction she had seemed to garner from him. She went to retrieve her clothes and dressed quickly before kneeling in front of him again, waiting for him to conclude the exam. The smile stayed on her lips and threatened to break into a grin at any point and she enjoyed that she was leaving the exam with this feeling. "All done, Sir," she nodded.
Cooper didn't really feel as stressed anymore now it was all done and they were able to end it with a smile. He wasn't too confident about how he had done, but he figured it couldn't be too bad. He nodded when Tina was done and turned towards the Headmistress, this was another thing Tina had told him to do. ''Thank you for your time, Headmistress. It was a pleasure to perform for you.'' He said to her with a smile. He waited until Tina had said her goodbyes and then turned towards the door to leave the exam room.
Cameron still had a hard time actually submitting to Owen. This wasn't just a normal occurrence-- he was supposed to let this guy who hurt him take care of him. He had to let himself be vulnerable with him. And yes, he had been sexual with him to try to help Owen's confidence. Deep inside, Cameron knew that Owen wouldn't hurt him more than necessary again, it was obvious from all of the discussions and apologies that had been exchanged. But still, this was one level higher than a single scene. Now, he was doing this in front of Roselle, a woman that Cameron strive to impress. Cameron was nervous, and a slight tremor existed, whether it was visible or not. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he internally was trying to Dominate himself to get in a state to where he could do this better, but Owen's voice pulled him out of his trance and his head whipped up to look up at Owen. "Slightly. But, that's-- it's normal. If you aren't nervous or you don't feel adrenaline, then there's a problem." Cameron reasoned softly before looking back down at the floor, going back to his calming process.
Owen worried his plump lips together as he listened to Cameron. He nodded. Owen had sensed Cameron's nerves before he had even asked. It wasn't so much that he had visibly noticed them, but it was more-so that he had expected them. This sort of situation was one that both of them had probably prayed against being stuck in together, yet here they were. The unthinkable was happening, and they had to make the best of it and deliver with everything that they had. Owen felt prepared enough to Dominate the boy for fifteen minutes. He knew what his plan was, and their practice session had given him enough confidence to feel at ease with carrying it out. Owen reached down and pet his fingers through Cameron's soft brown hair, glancing over at him and giving him a soft smile. "It's all going to be okay. We've got this." Owen wasn't sure how much good that did, but it really didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered but this moment. The clock struck for their time to enter the exam room. The blonde Switch took a final breath and corrected his posture to a more Dominant stance. "Crawl in after me and kneel at my feet until I tell you otherwise." With that, Owen opened the doors to the room and made his way inside, with Cameron in tow. Owen stood with proper posture in his uniform, smiling kindly at Miss Roselle. "Good afternoon, Headmistress. Thank you for taking the time to evaluate our skills in our respective roles. I do hope to impress you with what we've prepared. Again. Thank you." Owen turned to Cameron. "Greet our Headmistress and then remove all of your clothing. Fold them neatly off to the side and return to me for further instructions." Owen gave Cameron a reassuring smile and a nod for him to begin with his orders. As Cameron began, Owen walked off to the side of the room, pulling a table with leather binds for all four limbs attached to it, to the center of the room. When Cameron returned to him, Owen nodded towards the table. "Climb on and I'll strap you in, good boy."
Cameron wasn't sure how much he believe Owen, but he had to put on the image that he did trust him and believe him. Cameron knew so many things could go wrong, and it was more likely that something would go wrong than something would go right. He could feel the blood rushing around in his body, and it was like his heart was hitting his sternum. But, after a small amount of time, they were permitted to enter the room, and Cameron crawled after Owen as he said. As soon as they were more centered in the exam hall and Owen had stopped moving, Cameron had knelt beside Owen, looking between him and Roselle as he waited for more orders. If his heart was pumping fast earlier, it certainly was now. "Yes, Sir," was given softly at Owen's first order, and Cameron crawled up slightly closer to Roselle, telling her, "Hi, Mistress Roselle. And thank you for you time, headmistress." He tried to give her a movement that resembled his signature curtsy, but it was hard on all fours. He then moved to the side, quickly removing and folding his clothes before returning to Owen. Another soft, and slightly unsure, "Yes, Sir," fell from his lips, but he continued on and climbed onto the table, getting in the position needed for Owen to tie him down.
Owen noted the uncertainty in Cameron's voice, and made it a mental mission to remove that from the submissive's mind-frame by the end of the exam. Owen smiled warmly at Cameron as the boy followed through with his orders. Owen strapped him in, tightening the binds so that the slender boy was firmly secured to the plat form. Owen then bent down to retrieve a blind-fold. He held it in his hand as he began to run his fingers from his free hand across Cameron's torso. "Before we begin I'd like to clarify that your safe-word is Dragonfly, and it is your right to utilize it whenever you feel the need." When Owen had Cameron's clarification of understanding. He tied the blindfold over the boy's eyes gently. Owen let out a sigh as he bent down again, reaching for the first of the three paddles that he had below the table. The first was the least painful, and it went up from there. "This is a trust exam. You will earn your sense of sight back, as well as sexual compensation at the end, so long as you follow my orders and display the trust that I am looking for. Your orders are to not move and to answer all of my questions with pure, sincere honesty. I will know if you're lying, and you won't like the results of that realization, Cameron." Owen cleared his throat and began to run his crop over the boy's body. "Should you move past natural reaction, or speak out of turn five times, I will stop the exam and administer punishment. Punishment will consist of twenty spankings, and you will be blindfolded for twenty-four hours, therefore promoting trust in the sense that you will need me to get around. Is all of this clear? If you have any questions, you may ask them now."
Cameron kept his breathing steady as Owen slowly strapped him in, his heart pounding in his chest as each limb was fastened in. This was okay. He was good. He did this before, so surely he could do it now. Right? He breathed again as his skin tingled underneath Owen's touch, and he nodded his head slightly. "Y-Yes, Sir." Cameron closed his eyes as the blindfold went over his eyes and a slight tremor was visible in his body. Cameron still couldn't understand why he was more nervous now, and honestly, if they hadn't had practiced once, Cameron would be in a lot worse state. "Yes, Sir. I have no questions," he told him quietly, biting his lip and waiting for Owen to proceed.
Owen could sense Cameron's nerves and truthfully, it made him nervous as well. He didn't want to hurt Cameron again. All he wanted was for Cameron to be happy, comfortable and stress-free. After all he had put the submissive through in the past year, Owen felt so wrong and out of place for causing him even more pain, even if it was through a trust exercise. Owen's mind began to go to the place that it always had to go to when he was dominating. Owen was a performer, a theatre geek, a singer and a dancer, and most importantly, an actor and a submissive Switch. Those factored together translated this entire scene into a performance to Owen. Dominating was not, nor will it ever be his natural state. But, Owen was able to tap into his acting skills to get through it and play the role of a strong Dominant. All he could do was hope that it'd be enough. Owen nodded curtly and lifted the crop. "In that case, we'll begin now." Almost immediately, Owen snapped the crop back against Cameron's skin, the sound of the smack echoing through the exam hall. "In your words, how important is trust in a Dominant-submissive relationship, and why?" Owen trailed the crop along Cameron's body, up to his chest where he snapped it against his pale skin once again, waiting for a satisfactory answer.
Cameron knew that his newfound nerves wouldn't help the situation, but he was having trouble controlling them. But he had to swallow it down and put it aside so they could have a good exam. But being blindfold was not the best thing in the world. He could put it aside though. He promised Mason. The first hit took him by surprise, and he pulled against the binds as the pain rushed through his body. Cameron let out a noise, before stilling. It took him a fest seconds to adjust, but then the crop came down again, and Cameron pulled against the binds again, still not being able to anticipate the hits. "I--um-- trust is important because you're giving yourself and control up to another p-person. And if you don't trust them, you can't give them everything in the capacity that you need to, so the relationship will be unsuccessful. The sub needs to trust the dom to not push them too far and to take care of them, and the dom needs to trust the sub to be truthful and honest and safeword and communicate their state to them. It's e-essential," he spilled out the words, hoping to avoid another hit.
Owen took the movements that Cameron did display to him as natural reaction. It was clearly involuntary, and it was also clear that Cameron was trying his best to remain still, but the natural human circuitry was keeping from doing that exactly, however, there always needed to be room for natural reaction, and Owen gave that to the boy below him. The sounds of discomfort, however could certainly be controlled better. Owen worried his lips together, hating every moment of this. But, he had to remind himself that he was ina performance, and no matter what emotion he was feeling at that moment, the show simply must go on. Owen hummed as the next question rose from his throat and out his lips. It was one of familiarity, and one that would bring them back to their practice session. He snapped the crop sharply against Cameron's skin before speaking. "Do you trust me to take the pain away, Cameron?"
Cameron let out another whine as Owen snapped the crop back down on him. The unawareness was what was getting to him. If he could see, he could prepare himself for the hits, but he couldn't. He maybe got half a second warning when he heard the crop swish through the air down to his body. Cameron reminded himself that this would be quick. They were already minutes in which meant there were only so many left. Cameron felt like his hands hurt too, from trying to grip onto the binds as he readjusted after Owen hit him with the crop. He swallowed and stuttered out after about 15 seconds, "I- Yes, Sir."
Owen cocked his head to the side, not hearing the certainty that he wanted to hear from Cameron just yet. He set the crop down and began to rub soothingly down Cameron's arched body until he reached his cock. Owen knelt down and retrieved a small bottle of lube from under the table. He put a little bit in his fingers to stimulate Cameron's cock faster as he began to stoke him. They were on a time limit, after all, and lube would help speed up the boys arousal. He knelt down again and retrieved the second crop, which was bigger in size and was able to inflict more pain. Owen ran it along Cameron's chest as he continued to stroke the submissive's cock. He then snapped the larger crop down against Cameron's skin, humming as the boy jerked up into his fist. "What is the best way for a submissive to show that he has given his full, unadulterated trust to his Dominant?" Owen punctuated his question with another snap of his crop, still stroking the boy's cock, picking up the pace.
Cameron breathed heavily as Owen didn't say anything immediately. The cool touch to his cock surprised him and he gasped a little bit as Owen began to stroke him, and Cameron moaned-- the pleasure helping to balance the pain, and help dull it. It distracted him a little bit too, and he barely even noticed the scrap of another crop over his skin. He was focused on the pleasure and it completely surprised him as Owen smacked down the larger crop, causing Cameron to move more and for a bit longer of time, as well as whine out loudly-- louder than before. His heart was pounding in his chest as the pain stung and he swallowed, trying to find the words to answer the question, but he couldn't find them-- crying out again because of the smack. Quickly, the words spilled out in a high pitch, "I-I don't know, Sir. I-I'm sorry." Maybe he would have been able to find an answer if he wasn't blindfolded, tied up, and trying to battle a crop, but the combined conditions were a lot.
Owen shook his head and his brow furrowed. "Focus, Cameron. I need to see more self-control than that. You can do this. I know you can. Stay with me." Owen snapped the crop against Cameron's body again. "That was more movement and sound than is acceptable. That's one point against you. Get four more, and I'll be punishing you." Owen stopped stroking the submissive's cock and leaned down, taking the boy into his mouth and sucking hard, moaning a little around his member to send arousing vibrations through the boy's small frame. He popped off of Cameron's cock and went back to stroking him while drawing patterns along his body with the crop. "Try your answer again, Cameron. Focus." He snapped the crop again, and made sure to pump at Cameron's cock harder than before to balance it out.
Cameron trembled slightly again and squinted his face shut like a prune, letting out a barely audible whine, before focusing on his breathing. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Once again, Owen began to pleasure him, this time sucking down on his length. Cameron swallowed and moaned out a little bit, gripping the restraints even more to help him retain control. Another slight noise was released when Owen let off, and Cameron took that as somewhat of a warning that another hit could be coming soon. He tensed up his muscles trying to prepare and still let out some noise and struggled slightly when the crop came down, but this time considerable less than the previous hit. "T-To give them the reigns and-- and let them take control and take care of you with-without hesitation, S-sir," he told him, a little bit quieter than before, with ragged breaths in between.
Owen nodded curtly, finding the answer that he managed to get out of the boy as acceptable. "Good boy, Cameron." He could see the submissive progressing and learning right before his light green eyes, and that pleased him in ways that he wasn't used to. This almost wasn't an act anymore. Owen could actually feel himself slipping into a legitimately Dominant mind-set and it felt surprisingly good. He couldn't put his finger on why, or whether it was Cameron specifically, but regardless he liked it, and in that moment, he didn't feel nearly as nervous anymore. Owen set the crop down, making sure that it was audible so that Cameron could hear him putting it away. At that point, Owen leaned over, the tie from his uniform falling and brushing against Cameron's reddened skin. Owen took Cameron deep into his hot, wet mouth, flicking his tongue against the slit of his cock as he pleasured the boy. He popped off of his member, stroking him and reaching up to run a hand through the boy's ruffled hair. "Cameron. Do you trust me to take the pain away?"
Cameron breathed a small sigh of relief as Owen praised him, glad to not get another hit again-- well, at least get a small break from it-- or so he thought. Cameron's desire to please and do well began to outweigh his fears, and slowly he began slipping into a more submissive mindset. It still was hard for him, but he still wanted to do good-- for Owen, for his brother who he had promised he'd try his best, and for finally, Miss Roselle. He breathed deeply again when he heard the crop drop, and his body relaxed some, and even more as Owen took him into his mouth, pleasuring him-- the sighs of relief turning into sighs of pleasure. Cameron nodded slightly when questioned, and he murmured, "Yes, Sir."
Owen slurped at Cameron's cock for a little bit, bobbing over him as he pleasured the boy, getting more and more satisfaction from the boy's answer. He still had one more stage to get through, but things were looking promising so far, and that was an accomplishment in itself. Owen had pictured this entire ordeal as a disaster, but to his and probably Cameron's surprise, it was turning into a miracle in it's own right. Owen popped off of Cameron's throbbing cock, fisting it as he fished under the table for the third and final crop. It was even bigger and sharper than the first, and it would probably draw blood if it wasn't used correctly. Luckily, Owen was confident enough in his abilities to keep Cameron in physical tact. "This is it, Cameron. The final stretch. We're almost done. You've been so good for me, Cameron. Keep it up and you'll be rewarded." Owen dropped his voice to a soothing whisper. "We're almost there... Stay with me..." With that, Owen snapped the third crop down hard against the boy's frame, almost wincing himself at the amount of pain it caused. "Stay still, Cameron! Control yourself!" he shouted out as he hit the boy again, needing him to stay focused on being still. After those two hits Owen went straight back to stroking Cameron's cock, pairing pain with pleasure, just like before. "What is the most important factor in a Dominant-submissive relationship, and why? Think about what we've been talking about, Cameron. Think, and stay with me." He brought the crop down again while pumping Cameron's cock furiously.
Cameron breathed heavily, still releasing noises of pleasure as Owen sucked him off. Even though it wasn't the crop right now, Cameron still wanted to stay still and remain calm. He thought that it was important for him to remain like that for the duration of the exam, no matter how hard or difficult it may be. Cameron was actually okay with how it was going. It could have been horrible, but it wasn't-- and although Cameron was very self-critical and wished he hadn't gotten the one strike, he thought that it was somewhat okay. He still couldn't see anything, and he was still trusting Owen in some degree. If he actually saw the crop, maybe he would have felt better-- but also he could have felt worse-- so it was a good enough medium. Cameron's other senses were heightened since Owen had blindfolded him, so he could hear him as he picked up the last crop (thank god). As Owen's voice became softer and he could here him trying to soothe him, Cameron could sense the tenseness in the air, and he could feel the antici...pation. His muscles clenched and the crop came down, and Cameron stayed relatiely still, minus a slight tremble in his muscles-- a result of the clench of his muscles and the impact to them combined. He gasped a bit. Stay still, he could do that. Just one more. /Snap./ It came down again and he let out another cry, shaking a little bit more for a second, but then still back to his slight tremble, and then when the feeling came back to his length, he finally relaxed, whining and breathing heavily as the pain slowly flowed out of his body. He felt hot and his eyes watered underneath the blindfold, and finally he replied soft and tired, "T-trust, Sir. It's-- it's the foundation of every aspect of D-D/s...safewording, punishment, reward, reliance, d-discipline, and- and communication..." he mumbled out, the crop coming down and surprising him this time-- causing Cameron to cry out again, moving a little bit more than the last time. He little out tiny noises as the small trembles in his body eventually died down to barely there movements.
Owen couldn't help but shake his head in wonder as he watched the events play out before him. In this moment, it was all clear to him as to why Cameron had received the title as best submissive. Despite all that was being thrown at the boy, all the challenges that he was facing; a painful crop, the distraction sexual desire, and having to trust someone that had hurt him without reason in the past, he was performing to the standards of perfection. Owen was beyond impressed. A part of him knew that he had nothing to do with this success, but another part of him told him that he had the right to claim a little bit of the credit. They did this together. They accomplished this together, not as two separate people, but as one cohesive unit. Not only was Owen perfomingh in the role that he wasn't comfortable with, but he was performing with someone that he wasn't comfortable with, adn through it all, they managed to produce something extraordinary, and that, to Owen was one of his biggest accomplishments to date. Owen sighed out happily, unable to contain the smile the spread across his plump lips. "Good boy. Very, very, very good. You have made me so impressed and proud. You have truly proven yourself, good boy..." Owen sighed out, audibly putting the crop away. He brought his hand back to Cameron's cock and leaned over, sucking with abandon at his throbbing member. "There's just one more thing that you need to prove to me, Cameron..." Owen let out a hot breath, licking up the boy's shaft while his other hand rubbed and soothed over the red marks that etched along his body. "Cameron. Do you trust me to take the pain away?" He repeated for the last time. He listened intently, hoping to hear the certainty that would seal the deal on Cameron's reward.
Cameron was still shocked that he was able to get through all of this. It was intensely hard, and Cameron felt everything inside of him. It had slowly decreased over the exam-- but it was obvious Cameron was a lot better now than he was at the beginning. When they started his tremors came out of nerves and fear, now they came out of pain only. Owen had proved himself truthful throughout the duration of the exam, which was a good thing. It helped Cameron trust him-- a task that proved harder for him for some reason in the formal setting. Maybe it was the desire to prove himself to Roselle. But either way, Cameron think he was doing okay. Cameron sighed and let the tension disappear from his neck and shoulders as he heard the crop being put away, the sigh once again morphing as Owen's hand wrapped around his length, sucking at his cock. He felt the need to beg Owen, desperate for the pleasure that he had continue to promise Cameron throughout the exam. Now more relaxed, with just soreness and a little bit of exhaustion remaining, Cameron had to fight a bit to keep the enthusiasm, but boy, did he want the pleasure, finally. "Yes, Sir. Yes. Please, Sir." he begged of him, finally the traces of uncertainty that had been there when that question was asked earlier, gone.
Owen smiled happily at the answer that Cameron gave him. He had never been so satisfied in a Dominant position in his entire life. Hearing sincere, genuine trust in Cameron's tone, directed at him, Owen Evans had been nothing but a wishful thought until this day. But now, as he listened to him beg and express his trust, Owen couldn't find a single trace of insincerity. Together, they had forged a bond. Whether temporary or permanent, it really didn't matter, but the point that did matter was that it had happened because of Owen's skills as a Dominant and Cameron's skills as a submissive. That was what was being scored here in the exam, and Owen was more than satisfied with what they had shown, and what they had accomplished, and he could only hope that Miss Roselle was equally as impressed with their work. Owen let out a dark chuckle. "Good boy, Cameron. You did it. I told you that you could, and you did. Very, very good. It's over, and now it's time for the reward that you earned." Owen brushed his hands through Cameron's soft brown hair before gently taking the blind-fold away. He did it slowly so that Cameron's sight could adjust to the light. Once the boy could see again, Owen gave him a smile, lifted his eyebrows and licked his plump lips before diving in for the second part of Cameron's reward. He sucked had on the boy's cock, slurping his tongue heatedly against his head while he stroked at the base of his shaft with his free hand. This went on for two pleasure-filled minutes, with the pace quickening by the second. Owen could feel Cameron throbbing against his tongue, and when he thought the time was right, he popped off of the submissive's cock after one final, hard suck. He leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Cameron's cheek before whispering breathlessly against his ear, "Come, good boy. Come for me. You've earned it."
Cameron was proud of himself as well. The thought wasn't the most present thing, but his opinion of himself and how he did mattered. And strangely enough, for the first time since Cameron could remember, he cared what Owen thought too. The praise felt nice, and Cameron really did hope that he deserved it. Cameron let out another sigh of relief as as the blindfold was slowly removed, and he felt a little bit better. It slowed his heart rate ever so minutely. Cameron let out a moan as Owen went down on his cock, sucking and licking at it. It felt so good in contrast to the pain, and even better that he knew that he wasn't going to be hit by the crop again. The heat quickly started boiling in his stomach, and he was oh so close to coming. Cameron whined and begged and finally Owen did one more suck, before moving to whisper in his ear. The words pushed him over the edge and he came with a moan, ejaculating up onto his stomach as he trembled a little bit, but for a different, good reason now.
Owen watched as the submissive convulsed with pleasure underneath him. That was that. They had gone through their entire plan and they had actually succeeded and ended the process with a reward. If that wasn't the definition of a successful scene, Owen didn't know what was. He watched Cameron with a kind of fondness in his chest. He had no plans to let on about that fondness, but it was certainly there. Owen didn't know what all of this meant for their relationship outside of the exam room walls, but things were looking up from here, and that's all Owen had ever wanted in regards to Cameron. To feel like the boy truly forgave him for the previous year, and for the first time, he felt like it was all forgiven. He had no idea if that feeling would last, but he would take it for what it's worth and enjoy it while he had it. Owen ran a hand through Cameron's hair smiling as he came down from his climax. Owen reached down and retreived a cool, damp wash cloth from underneath the table. At that point, he soothingly ran it along Cameron's body cleaning up the cum and soothing the marks from the crops, getting a head-start on after-care. When he was cleaned up, Owen went to the binds and unbound Cameron from the platform. "Alright, Cameron. Crawl over to your clothes, get dressed and meet up with me so that we can thank Miss Roselle for her time. Owen helped the slender boy off of the table and stoop patiently, waiting. When Cameron returned to him, Owen turned to Miss Roselle. "Thank you very much for your time and consideration, Mistress Roselle. I hope you have a lovely day." He gave the woman a polite bow ad directed Cameron to do the same. After that, Owen helped Cameron to his feet and walked him out of the room to take the submissive to Mason for his after-care. Owen had no idea what the future held, but after the last fifteen minutes, he was feeling better about it than he had in a very long time. Owen was happy, confident, and for once, proud of himself, and it was all thanks to Cameron Hummel.
Jasper had been staring at the floor, engrossing himself in counting the specks he could see on the floor while the ticking of the clock above their heads echoed in his mind. Hardly anything pulled him out of a state like that; he would come back to reality when he was ready, but Kitty's voice had become a sort of trigger and he immediately straightened his back that little bit more as he let his gaze flick up to her briefly, averting his eyes and chewing on his lip slightly as her fingers brushed through his hair. He really liked that. "I'm okay, Miss Kitty," He mumbled, glad, not for the first time, that Miss Kitty, his Miss Kitty was with him for this exam. The possessive thought hardly registered for him, though in thinking it his mouth twitched upward into a small smile. "I'll be good. I promise."
Kitty smiled proudly down at her submissive. She didn't usually do what she was about to do, since she always like to stay above the one's she was dominating, in an effort to enforce the idea of where they both belonged, but Jasper was different. He deserved to be treated differently, and she wasn't going to fight the urges she had to make absolute sure that he was in good condition. Kitty glanced to her left and right before squatting down so that she could be eye level with Jasper. She gave him a soft smile and reached for his chin, gently directing him to look straight into her vibrant hazel eyes. "Oh, I know you will. You're my good boy, and I wouldn't expect anything less. I trust you to be good. Do you trust me to be the same for you?" Without waiting for an answer, Kitty leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her soft blonde hair grazing his skin. She pulled away and held his eyes again. "I love you." She muttered through her proud smirk. "You're my good boy, and today, you're going to prove just how deserving you are of that title."
Jasper held Kitty's gaze for as long as he could manage, unblinking as he studied her eyes, noting the different shades and flecks and committing them to his almost-eidetic memory, all the while trying his best to take in her words. Starting to nod as she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, he then began to smile, much wider than before. "Yes, Miss Kitty." He replied, obediently, when the small blonde stepped away and his gaze returned to the floor. "I love you too." Jasper then added, an awkward amount of time later. But he had needed to say it, so he would do so.
Kitty let out a pleased chuckle through her smiling, red lips. At that, the clock struck the appropriate time and it was their turn to enter the exam hall. Kitty glanced down at Jasper and nodded curtly. "Crawl in after me and kneel at my feet." Kitty reached for the large doors and opened them as she began to walk inside, her heels clicking along the floor as she did, her hands on her hips and her head held high. Dominance radiated off of her just as her beauty did, and she excited to say the very least about yet another chance to prove her worth. She stopped in front of the Headmistress and smiled, giving the woman a small bow. "Good afternoon, Headmistress. Thank you for this opportunity that you've bestowed upon us to demonstrate our learning's at your fine school. I do hope that we leave you impressed." Kitty gave the woman an uncharacteristically warm smile before turning down to her kneeling submissive. "Jasper, dear. Greet our Headmistress politely. Thank her for her time and then remove your clothing. Fold them neatly about three feet away, and then come back to me for further instruction."
Jasper followed close behind, ever obedient and ever happy to do as Kitty asked. He was more than aware that he had to be extra good for this scene- the urge to please the Domme was an overwhelming one, and so he let it become the singular thought in his head. "Yes, Miss Kitty." Jasper kept his head bowed in respect as he greeted Miss Roselle, obeying the blonde's orders without hesitation. "Good afternoon, Headmistress. Thank you for your time today." Clothes came off, were meticulously folded and placed away, and then Jasper was back in front of Kitty, his head still lowered as he waited for further instructions.
Kitty smiled warmly as Jasper commenced on his orders. As he was doing that, she walked off to the side of the room to fetch some things that she had delivered to the exam hall in time for their scene. Kitty came back with a bucket of warm bath water, a pair of hand-cuffs, a blind-fold, and a bonage ribbon. She set all the supplied down and stood in place just in time for Jasper to return to her side. Kitty began to pace around the boy. "I want to see proper submissive posture, Jasper. Sit up with your head held high. I want your palms facing upwards on your thigh and while your head should be up, I want your eyes down unless I tell you otherwise." She adjusted him appropriately and hummed her approval. "Good boy." Kitty began to pace around him again, tantalizingly dragging her finger along his broad shoulders as her short skirt skated against his bare skin. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to tell me whether or not they're a reward, or a punishment. If you're wrong..." Kitty walked back to her pile and pulled a spanking paddle out of the bucket of water. "...If you're wrong, I'll spank you. Once for every incorrect answer you've given. You have one minute to answer each question. Taking too long will result in punishment as well." Kitty went around to his front, squatting down so that she was just above eye level with the boy. She leaned in, her soft blonde hair brushing against his chest. 'This is a test of concentration. I want you to remain in this exact position with your eyes facing forward. If you flinch or break posture, I'll spank you under the same guidelines as incorrect answers. If you can make it through our test with no spankings, I'll reward you. If you get anywhere from one to five, there will be no reward. If you surpass five, I'll double the amount of spanks that you earned through the scene and administer them as punishment." Kitty brushed the paddle down and up his chest as her hazel eyes glimmered in power. "If you have any questions, you may ask them now. If not, we'll begin."
Jasper held the position that Kitty moved him into, trying not to pout as he was corrected. He wanted to get it right on the first try, he really did, and he was going to make sure that he did, next time. Licking his lips once as the blonde explained what they were going to do, Jasper made sure to stay in the same position, though once he felt Kitty's touch on his skin, the itch to move at the ticklish sensation almost overcame him. "I don't have any questions, Miss Kitty." He said after a moment, moving his gaze up to straight in front of him as was required.
Kitty reached up and ran her fingers through Jasper's short hair in approval of his etiquette. "Good boy, my love." Kitty stood up again and began to pace around him, stroking her fingers against his shoulder blades as he did so. "First question." She cleared her throat as she began to speak. "We'll start easy. Let's say I've ordered a submissive to complete an order such as cooking a meal for me, or to run two laps around the track. Would refusal to complete this order result in a reward or a punishment?" Kitty was well aware of the simplicity of the beginning, but it was necessary to show the difference and accomplishment as the submissive conquered tougher questions as the test went on.
Jasper liked easy questions. They meant that he never really had to think about what other people would do. It was just pure, simple fact and that was what he was good at knowing. "A punishment, Miss Kitty," He began his answer, remembering his rules with incredible accuracy. "Submissives must follow miscellaneous orders given to us by Dominants and Switches." He could recite the rulebook word for word, and he was glad that he could remember that because it seemed as though it would come very much in handy today.
Kitty felt a satisfied smile stretch across her fair features as she listened to hi embellished answer. "Good boy, Jasper..." She walked to his back and sunk down, planting a kiss on his neck before arching up and letting her lips linger heatedly by his ear. "Very good..." Kitty didn't really know where she was going with how she was treating Jasper at the moment, but it was all coming naturally to her as dominance always did, so she just went with it. The blonde Domme nipped down lightly on Jasper's lobe and tugged with a slight possessive growl in the back of her throat. "Next question..." She muttered as she stood up. "Let's say that a submissive is ordered to complete a cleaning task, with very specific instructions. The submissive does the work required of him, but then takes further initiative and completed more work without asking or being told to do so. Should that submissive be rewarded or punished?"
Jasper felt his breathing begin to change as Kitty moved around and touched him; It was strange, but not unpleasant. After all, he couldn't see being touched by the blonde being anything but good. His fingers twitched, curling slightly- but he kept his gaze steady. He could do this; He wouldn't let the Domme down, not now. "Rewarded, Miss Kitty." Jasper replied, taking less than a moment to come to his conclusion.
Kitty smiled and nodded happily at Jasper's answer. "Very good, Jasper! The submissive would indeed be rewarded." Kitty continued to circle around the boy, getting closer and closer with each pace. Her skirt brushing against his chin as Kitty passed him. "A good submissive always take the initiative to surpass expectations. Now, if they had created more problems in that effort, the answer would be entirely different. However, perfection deems reward, and in that sense, with this scenario, you are correct." Kitty trailed her fingers along Jasper's chest, reminding him that she was still here. She was Kitty, she was his and she wasn't going anywhere. "Next question. Let's say...a submissive is ordered to crawl alongside their Dominant respectfully. However, on their way to their destination, someone else approaches and begins to flirt with said Dominant. The submissive jumps into a stage of possession and makes a growling sound. Should this possessiveness be rewarded or punished." Kitty eyed Jasper and ran her fingers through his hair. "Stay focused, my good boy." With that, she walked behind him and bound his hands together with the hand-cuffs, providing another distraction to deal with.
Jasper screwed up his features at the next question, swallowing, not sure how to answer this time. It was getting fuzzier inside his head, and Kitty's touches were doing strange things to him, that he hadn't felt much of before. Not to mention the fact that his hands were now literally tied. He didn't dare move his hands from when Kitty had placed them, only straightening his back a little as he noticed his slight slump. "Punished, Miss Kitty," He then answered, remembering that fact and school rules still applied.
Kitty nodded as the boy answered. It was short and simple, and honestly, Kitty liked that. She was always a fan of doing most of the talking, and this was no exception to that. "Good boy, that's cor-..." He voice cut off as her gaze traveled down to Jasper's cock. It was twitching with attention, and getting harder by the second. Kitty's full, red lips curled into a surprised smile and her eyebrows raised. "Well...what do we have here..." Kitty walked forward and dropped to a squatting position below the taller man, watching Jasper to make sure that his eyes followed her. Kitty licked her lips and reached out, holding Jasper's cock in her hand and slowly stroking her thumb along the shaft. "Tell me what you're feeling right now, Jasper." She gave him a look of genuine concern to remind him that he was with her, his Miss Kitty, and no one else. This was a safe place.
Jasper felt Kitty's hand, well, down there and he couldn't help but glance down and up at the Domme, gulping as he did. No one had ever touched him like that, before and it took him longer than a moment to register her question. "G-Good, Miss K- ... Miss Kitty," He stuttered out, his hands now balled into tight fists as he struggled to hold onto his composure for his Miss. "My head is fuzzy, Miss Kitty." Jasper admitted, after a pause, feeling his anxiety begin flare up in his chest. Was this okay? Had he done something wrong?
Kitty gave him a small smile, batting her eyelashes a little as she began to move her hand more, actually stroking his cock as she spoke. "I see..." Kitty bit at her lip and looked straight into his eyes, trying to convey a sense of comfort to the boy. "It's supposed to feel good, Jasper. What's happening to you is called arousal. Your head is supposed to get a little fuzzy, but it is meant to be pleasurable." Kitty brought her free hand to Jasper's cheek, stroking her thumb against it. "Can you tell me what exactly started you feeling this way, dear? Did you see something or feel something that started making your head feel fuzzy?" Kitty had no idea how extensive Jasper's sexually experience was, but she was betting on it being slim to none, and she was glad that this was happening here and now because she didn't particularly trust anyone else to explain this concept to her good boy.
Jasper began to chew on his lip, still fighting to keep still though he could feel Kitty actually holding him, now. He did know about this, knew all about his anatomy and how it worked; there was no way he could get away with not knowing. But he'd never really personally experienced anything they'd talked to him about, and it was that, that caused his confusion more than anything else. "O- Okay, Miss Kitty," He replied, trying to remember when he'd started to feel fuzzy. "When you started distracting me, Miss Kitty. That's when it got fuzzy." Jasper then realised, blinking a few times as he felt his hips twitch up oh-so-slightly.
Kitty licked at her lips as a dark chuckle escaped from her, seeing the way his hips jerked up into her hand. "Interesting... Well, if it feels so good, perhaps I should continue to distract you, hm? That is...if you continue to answer the questions correctly and behave like the good boy I know you are." Kitty cocked an eyebrow at him before standing again to resume her pacing. Once she got to his back, she squatted down again, leaning in to whisper the next question into his ear. "Let's say a submissive is told to ejaculate only when given permission to do so. The submissive complete's all of his tasks to perfect standards and comes after completing everything that was asked of him. Should a reward or a punishment be administered?" Kitty leaned in and began to suck hot, lingering kisses against the skin on his neck, hoping to provide even more distraction.
Jasper swallowed, hard, again as Kitty suggested that she continue to touch him. "Yes- Miss Kitty," He pushed out after a second's pause, finding it harder to speak, his mind drifting to his crotch more often as he waited for the Domme to ask the next question of him. Listening, Jasper did his very best to stay focused, remembering his original goal: to be good for his Miss. A sharp intake of breath, and he blurted out the answer. "-- Punishment. Submissive didn't- no permission. Miss Kitty."
Kitty smirked at Jasper's stuttering, loving the way she affected him all too much. "Good boy, Jasper. Such a smart, focused little boy. I'm proud." Kitty bit down against his neck before soothing over the mark with quick swipe of her tongue. "Now..." Kitty moved back to his front and knelt down, massaging her submissives cock with her soft hand. "We've just got one last question before we're finished here..." Kitty lowered her head so that he breath was hot against his throbbing, twitching member. "Let's say I ordered my submissive to focus on me and answer my questions, and he did just that without fail. Should I reward him, or should I punish him?" Kitty smiled up at the boy and without warning, licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swiping it through his slit as she waited for an answer.
Throughout the questioning, Jasper gets close to answering incorrectly or moving against Kitty's orders, but in the end, he perseveres and follows through and there are no spankings to be had. He answers all of Kitty's questions correctly, and therefore earns himself a reward. However, as Kitty walks forward to reward him in the way that she originally planned, she notices that he is aroused. Kitty raises and eyebrow at that and orders Jasper to stand, at that point, Kitty reaches over and begins to stroke his cock, asking him if it feels good. Once told that it does, Kitty continues to stroke him, even bringing his hand up to rest against her breast. At the unfamiliar stimulation, a very confused, lust-clouded Jasper Puckerman comes and that ends up serving as his reward. Kitty orders Jasper to get dressed again and thanks the Headmistress for her time, ordering Jasper to do the same. They leave the exam hall in favor of Kitty's suite for extensive after-care and a long conversation about what just happened to Jasper.
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?"
