Partnering    Chapter 11     Final Exams and Graduation

Patrick

Physically, she really was a very beautiful woman.  Patrick sat quietly in
the training room throne contemplating the woman suspended in front of him. 
She was tall, with the taut, trim body of an aerobics instructor.  Her
breasts were small, but nicely shaped and well placed on her chest.  Her
ass was hard, muscular, but still shapely.  Long, lithe legs seemed to
stretch on forever.  Her hair was auburn, but where she had worn it long
those months ago, she now wore it in a short cap of curls that followed the
graceful shape of her head.  She was beautiful; certainly beautiful enough
to tempt a young man too unsure of himself to recognize what he had in
Theresa.  

She was also seriously tied up.  Two stout posts, each two feet tall in
height, were bolted to the floor about three feet apart.  Leather straps at
her ankles and just below her knees snugged her calves up tight to the
outside of the posts.  Her wrists were bound together and raised above her
head.  There was enough slack so that she wasn't hanging by her wrists, but
insufficient slack for her to rest her arms on her head.  She looked like a
ballet dancer doing a pli‚ or a martial artist assuming a 'horse stance'. 
The only way she could take pressure off her legs was to relax them, taking
the strain on her arms and wrists.  The bondage was deceptively strict.  A
simple leather blindfold was all she wore other than her restraints.

Vera had been like this for about a half hour.  William had bound her into
this position before telling her that she would be serving a special,
visiting Master today.  Right now, she did not even know that Patrick was
in the room.  He had walked in as William had left.  

The effort needed to hold the position with her legs was starting to show.
Sweat beading on her forehead, she final had needed to relax her leg
muscles.  Pat noted carefully where her ass ended up in that semi sitting
position, supported by her arms.  She cocked her head so her ears were
toward the door, waiting for the arrival of her Master.  Her nostrils
flared as she tried to relax under the new strain in her arms.  

When it became too much for her to take on her arms any longer, she pulled
herself back up onto her legs again with the strength of her arms.  

Time to begin the ending of this part of his life, Pat thought.  Time start
the beginning of the next.

He slid the special hassock behind Vera, adjusting both its position and
height based on what he'd seen when she'd relaxed her legs.  Vera heard the
movement and swiveled her head, trying to sense his position.  Pat
steadfastly refused to say anything to her, letting the silence increase
her anxiety, increase her excitement, increase her susceptibility.

He stepped in front of her and knelt between her straining legs.  Unlike
Tess and other clients of the Academy, Vera had elected to keep her bush. 
It was nicely trimmed, and the color proved that she was truly a red head. 
It had to go.  She went rigid at his first touch.  He massaged the cream
into her pubic mound, working the cream into the hair and teasing her at
the same time.

The razor had been kept warm in the water bowl.  Pat let her feel the razor
before he started to shave.  Her leg muscles bulged as she became even more
rigid, trying to keep herself from being cut.  Her breathing had deepened,
but she still had not said a word. 

When Pat wiped away the last of the cream with the towel, her legs gave out
again and she settled back onto her arms.  Until she hit 'it', that is, and
then she jerked herself back onto legs that had not recovered yet from the
last stint in the horse stance.  'It' was a metal buttplug whose base had
been frozen into the block of ice set onto the hassock.  The ice kept the
metal of the butt plug at below freezing temperature.  When Vera's bottom
had fallen, the plug had slid between the cheeks of her nice warm ass and
must have felt like an electric shock.  Pat made a minor adjustment forward
on the hassock and raised it an inch or so.  Perfect.

Pat dipped his hands into the baby oil he'd brought and began anointing her
body with the slippery stuff.  He paid particular and meticulous attention
to her breasts, pussy and ass.  She looked like a flesh colored work of
sculpture, glistening in the room's soft light.  He stepped behind her, and
reached around her to massage at her small round breasts, to tease at the
rock hard tips of her nipples, to trace light oily fingers around the
sensitive transition from breast to aureole.  Vera began arching into him,
still not speaking, but unable to prevent the light purrs of pleasure as he
played with her.  She began to lean into him, but Pat stepped back, keeping
contact with her breasts, but denying her the support of his body.

She leaned until she reached the point of no return.  Her legs were no
longer under her and were too fatigued to support her off balance weight. 
She slipped inexorably down his chest, making a perfect, one point landing
on icy cold dildo.  The increased height slid the dildo an inch or so into
her baby oil-slick ass.  The shock of the frigid toy in the hot depths of
her ass broke her discipline and she screamed.  She fought her way back off
the toy and onto her increasingly weak legs.  She was panting now, feeling
the burn in every muscle.  Pat adjusted the hassock higher still and then
moved in behind again, recommencing the massage.  His questing, teasing
fingers moved lower to tease her tummy, and upper legs.  He kneaded at
knots to ease her discomfort.   He slipped a hand behind her and began
massaging her bulging gluteal muscles.  He slipped a deft finger from the
slit of her pussy back along the perineum and into her ass. 

Vera was moaning now, her hips rocking, trying to make love to a
nonexistent lover.   A particularly wide hip roll overbalanced her again,
and she fell backwards, sliding even more of the frosty toy up her outraged
poop chute.  It took her longer to struggle off the plug this time.  Even
her toned athletic body had limits, and Patrick was driving her up against
them.

Another adjustment to the hassock and Pat moved in front of her and knelt
before her.  He used his strong fingers to relax the bunched, cramping
muscles in her inner thighs and plied his tongue to her now hairless pussy. 
As hard as she was working, as much effort as she was expending, she was
super turned on.  Her juices were flowing copiously, and Patrick savored
them.  He remembered his lessons at the hands of Catherine, Dina, Marielle
and Tessa, and he used every trick he knew.  

Vera was trying to get him closer, trying to position that maddening tongue
where it was most needed, where just the slightest lick, the least pressure
would send her spinning into heaven.  

It never happened.  He always moved on just before she could trigger.

Again she lost her balance and again she slid down, down, down onto the
freezing length of the plug.  Only this time, she fell all the way, and her
ass closed over the wide bulb of the toy and started to seal against the
narrow base.  Exhausted arms flailed, trying to get off the toy, trying to
pull her up onto even more fatigued legs.  She succeeded, but it was
obvious it was the last time she would do so.  Pat pulled the matching plug
out of the still warm shaving water and slipped it up her ass.  The mild
warmth in the now chilled passage made her jerk in response.  Pat slipped
the ice off the hassock.  There was no longer any need for it.

He began his final, all out assault on her senses; teasing, tugging,
nipping, licking and fondling.  Her body gave out and she slipped back to
rest her bottom on the now ice-free hassock.  "Please, Master, please." 
Vera was exhausted, begging for release.  

She was literally quivering from both her need and from the unrelenting
physical demands she had made of her muscles.  Pat continued to tease her
orally until she started to become incoherent.

It was time.

"Do you want to come, little Vera?"  He whispered his question, denying her
the opportunity to recognize him by his voice.  Her head came up in
surprise at the first sound of his voice.

"Oh yes, please Master, please let me come.  Please help me come."

"And do you think I can make you come, little Vera?"

She was gasping, trying to gulp down air, her words were harsh with need,
"Oh, yes, Master, I've never been so used, so turned on.  Please, please
make me come."

"Very well, Slave."  With one smooth thrust, Pat entered her.  Vera picked
up the rhythm of his love making and used what muscular control she had
left to pull him deeper into her.  Tiny contractions in her pussy signaled
the immediacy of her orgasm.  Pat jerked off the blindfold and stared into
the surprised, wide open eyes.  "So, come for me, slave.  You can and will
come for me."  He made one, two, three long hard thrusts into her depths
and she went mad.

She slept as much from exhaustion as from the shattering force of her
orgasm.  When she regained consciousness, she found she was lying on the
hassock, her arms released, her legs still tied, but only at the ankles.  A
semi hard cock rested on the bridge of her nose.  Her eyes uncrossed to
slide up the attached body to see Patrick's face.  He saw the recognition
in her eyes.  Pat hunkered down to put himself nose to nose with her.  "I
guess I just proved that I can bring a woman of your experience to her
pleasure, Vera."  he said very softly.  "but, somehow, I didn't seem to get
enough out of you to make my own orgasm worthwhile.  I was going to piss on
you, but you might enjoy that too much and, anyway, I can't seem to work up
the interest for anything more to do with you.  I think I'll go find a real
woman.  Look me up if you ever learn how to please a real man properly." 
Pat stood and left, not looking back at the shocked, panting woman.

Catherine and William

William turned away from the monitor where they had just watched Patrick's
sensual conquest and humiliation of Vera Sutton-Daniels.  Arousal flared
hot in his guts.  He was surprised he wasn't breathing fire.  Catherine's
eyes were still fixed on the scene in the room.  Deep, ragged breaths,
brightly flushed skin and sparkles of perspiration attested to the intense
fire of her own excitement.  William took her arm to lead her away from the
monitor and out of the room.

Once the emotional spell broke, of one mind, Master and Mistress headed for
the seclusion of their own rooms to burn together in the heat of their
passions.  After entering their rooms, Catherine turned to William, her
tone dazed.  "I'm not sure I believe what we just saw.  No spanking, no
toys except those two small ass plugs.  Other than that wicked bondage,
there was absolutely no rough stuff.  Will, he took her apart.  It was the
most complete and erotic domination of a woman I've ever seen.  It was
incredible."

William paused before going into the bedroom.  "I know.  I'm amazed, too." 
His brow furrowed and his mood became pensive. "Cat, you know what we just
saw in there means to you, don't you?  He's back, all the way.  And he's
learned everything about being a top that you and I can teach him.  It's
time to pay the piper, lass.  It's time to offer him Room 3-5."

Catherine stared at William, letting his meaning seep through to her
passion dulled wits.  He was right.  It was a promise, and it was, indeed,
time.

Catherine

Alone.

Catherine was completely alone.  She stood surrounded only by the darkness
and deafening silence of her blindfold shrouded world.  The same suspension
that she had used on Patrick in this room so long ago, now held her.  That
awful day when she had lost it and had whipped him without the self
discipline or the self control she demanded of herself as a truly caring
and yes, loving dominatrix.

Catherine had not seen Patrick yet.  May had put Catherine into this
suspension after escorting her here to Room 3-5.  May had told her that Pat
felt that Catherine wouldn't need to be taken by surprise to be restrained
like he had been.  After all, SHE was here completely of her own free will
and with the full knowledge of the possibilities.  Direct hit, Pat, she
thought.

Surprisingly, Patrick had not called for payment of her little debt
immediately after William had 'graduated' him.  The two young lovers had
been so hot for each other that flames ignited anytime they were together. 
Tess, acting like the cute little slut she had wanted to be for Patrick,
had done her level best to drive Patrick insane with her teasing, trying to
get him to forget waiting for their wedding night.  She would have
succeeded, too, except that Pat, in a flash of rare male brilliance, had up
and carried the girl off to Las Vegas, marrying her only a week after the
scene with Vera.  She'd been there, too.  Crying at weddings did not fit
with her concept of a domme, but what the hell.  It had been lovely. 
William had given Tess away, and Catherine had stood up for Tess as Maid of
Honor.  Michelene had stood up for his son as Best Man.

Marriage.  MAID, not Matron, of Honor.  Catherine decided that she was
going to have to do something about William's freedom and soon.  It was
about time Catherine claimed full ownership of what was rightfully hers.

After Pat and Tessa's wedding, Catherine had sort of hoped that Theresa
would veto the one on one scene between Catherine and Patrick.  Catherine
really did not look forward to another session under Patrick's cane and
began counting on newlywed jealousy to save her ass - literally.  In fact,
when they went away on their wedding trip without Pat mentioning the debt,
she had even started to relax a bit.  But Tess had absolutely flabbergasted
her by sweetly agreeing that Pat had earned his reward and of course she
wouldn't feel jealous of him dominating Lady Catherine.  Catherine was her
best friend.  Tess knew that an unpaid debt like this would really bother
Cat and she didn't mind sharing just this once.  

Huhh!, Catherine thought, some friend.  Couldn't she tell that Catherine
didn't particularly want to have a share?  Of course she did, the little
witch.  Maybe Patrick would consider letting Catherine play in one of his
scenes with Tess.  She'd have to ask him.

In any case, here she was, suspended and alone, in Room 3-5, not two days
after Pat and Tess returned from their honeymoon.  Waiting for whatever Pat
cared to do to her and with her.  Damn, but just now, she regretted some of
the scenes she'd run on Pat.  But they'd been for his own good, hadn't
they?  Surely he understood that now, after marrying Tess and settling with
Vera.  Yeah, right, Catherine, and you had enjoyed eating broccoli as a kid
because your mom said it was for your own good.

The door opened and shut, the air temperature changing slightly as the air
in the room exchanged with the air conditioned hallway.  Her nipples
tightened and crinkled as wisps of cool air flitted by her sweaty breasts. 
A scent in the air caught her attention.  Patrick's cologne, only much
stronger than usual.  Well, that was at least one purpose of the blindfold: 
make the other senses more acute, more sensitive.  She felt the air move as
he silently walked past.  One lesson Pat had taken to heart, had learned
all too well in fact, was the erotic potential of silence, of how the brain
magnifies everything to try and fill in the gaps.  It also deprived her of
a second sense.  He made no sound for her to hear.  He made her deaf as
well as blind.  All she could do was feel.

Strong fingers began kneading at her shoulders, working at muscles that had
tightened from her arms being held above her.  She nearly groaned in
pleasure.  Was he starting a 'Vera' scene with her?  She didn't exactly
like that idea, either, but it might be better than the cane.

Something cool and sweet smelling was on those fingers, being rubbed into
her skin.  The hands moved down her torso, rubbing, fondling, leaving her
only to return with more of the sweet ointment.  When he rubbed it into her
ass and buttocks, his hands lingered on the sleekly rounded moons of her
cheeks.  A teasing finger slid up from her pussy into the crease of her ass
to toy with her ass hole.  The ticklish feeling made her shiver and she
involuntarily clenched to try and grip the intruder.  The ointment was very
slippery and the finger just continued its maddening slide up the crack of
her ass to the small of her back.  What a peculiar feeling.  The moons of
her bottom slipped and slid against each other as he continued to rub. 
God, she was getting hot.

The hands came slowly up her front, rubbing in the oily ointment.  She felt
his breath on her neck, his arms wrapped around her, his legs against the
backs of her thighs.  He assiduously avoided her venus mound, sensuously
working all around her legs and lower belly.  She wanted to scream in
frustration.  She never should have taught him the value of subtle,
indirect titillation.  He began to massage the underside of her breasts,
lifting their weight and kneading at the underlying muscle tissue.  She
arched like a cat and her head momentarily came to rest on his.  He was
working her titts now, gently squeezing and pulling, all around the so-
sensitive nipples.

The hands were momentarily gone.  When they came back the went directly for
the nipples, pinching, twisting gently and smoothing more ointment into the
hard tips of her breasts.  His hands felt so warm on her nipples and then
he left her yet again, still soundless.  Why were her nipples still warm
and getting warmer?

WARM??  Try HOT!  The sneaky bastard had massaged a heat rub into her
aureoles!  They starting stinging mercilessly.  They felt huge, bulging,
like her breasts were suddenly all nipple.  She was concentrating so hard
on the unrelenting burn in her nipples she didn't immediately notice that
his hands had moved.  Not until she giggled, that is.

Feathery fingertips were slipping up and down her ribs to dig into her
under arms and then slid back.  Her great hidden secret was how terribly
ticklish she was and that oily ointment only made the torment worse.  He
had her laughing hard now, giggling helplessly under his expert touch.  She
didn't know which sensation was stronger;  the burn in her nipples or that
maddening tickling.

He kept it up and kept it up, until she was gasping for breath.  It seemed
like every nerve in her upper body was alive and sending conflicting
sensations to her overloading brain.  A hand dropped to her groin and began
teasing at her clitoris, coaxing it out of its hidey hole.  Catherine's
control was all but gone.  She was completely open to any stimuli, now,
ready to orgasm almost as soon as he started, but he stopped too soon.

"YEEOOOOWWWCCHHH!!!"  The squeal was out of her before she could stop it. 
He'd clamped something to her clit, and it pinched!  She felt the sensation
of a hanging weight pulling down on her clit, then the weight being fumbled
with.  
>>click<< >>bbbbuuuuuzzzzz<<.  

Catherine came up on her toes, trying to escape the vibrating, pinching
thing on her pussy.  He must have put one of their new vibrating nipple
clamps onto her clit.  It was terrible.  She was overstimulated.  It was
much too much direct stimulation for her to be able to orgasm.  Her hips
rocked spasmodically in a lewd fucking motion that made the little weight
swing on her clit, making it even worse.

And he still hadn't made a sound!

>>smmmacckkk<<  Something swatted her butt. Again, then again.  It was not
a harsh implement, thank God.  If she had to guess, it was probably one of
the multi-ended spanking straps that were designed to sting when the tips
hit.  All he was doing was gently warming her bottom.  In truth, she'd
really be getting off on such a sexy spanking if she wasn't already in
complete sensory overload.  Too much, too much.  She couldn't decode what
she felt where.  The burning, the itchy, ticklish feeling, the vibrating
pinch or the spanking - it was like everything was happening everywhere on
her body!

Too much, Too Much, TOO MUCH, "..TOOOO MUUUCCHH!!"  The last was a scream. 
"RECOVERY!!!"  She shouted Patrick's safety word.  The spanking stopped and
the clit clamp was removed.  A damp cloth wiped the excess of the burning
ointment from her and soft hands gentled her aggravated nerve endings.

A breathy, whispery voice sounded in her ear.  "Do you want to come, little
one, or do you really want to quit?"

Catherine's brain was starting to work again, and she was horny!  "Oh,
please, please, let me come."  Bastard, she thought.  Pat was getting too
good at this game.  She'd have to ask Mistress Theresa for another shot at
slave patty, too.  They'd just see how much he likes this kind of teasing
when it's his cock instead of her cunt.   Damn him.  No one but William had
ever broken her.

The fingers went back to her pussy, teasing to arouse and satisfy this
time.  And then, she was filled.  With LIVE cock! She couldn't believe Pat
was actually fucking her.  He was too in love with Tessa, or so Catherine
had thought.

She was so close!  Just before her orgasm hit her, she found herself being
thoroughly and masterfully kissed.  She clamped down on the cock with all
her strength as the orgasm hit her.  It was still too much.  Catherine
blacked out.

She awoke to find herself freed and resting on the floor.  Something was
wrong, though, something about what happened just before she orgasmed. 
Patrick kissed her and....  Wait a minute.  Patrick doesn't have a mustache
and the kisser did.  She jerked herself straight up.  A masculine chuckle
came from behind her.  The blindfold was undone and she spun to see
William.  It hadn't been Patrick.  No wonder he'd been so successful in
driving her mad.  William knew her better than anyone, including every one
of her weaknesses.  He'd used every one, too.  She gave him a dark glare.

"Pat gave you to me, love.  Said I should overwhelm you so you'd listen to
me."

"And obviously Tessa, the little sneak, was in on it, too."  It was a
statement, not a question.  "And what am I supposed to listen to?"

William stood and went over to kneel in front of her.  "My proposal.  Cat,
I love you and you love me.  No one knows us like we do.  Please, marry
me."

That was the last thing she expected to hear.  But even though it was in
line with what she had decided she wanted to do just a little bit earlier,
she was still a little put out that she had been broken.  She'd let him
stew.  "I will give it every consideration.  Now, if we are done, I have a
scene to prepare for tomorrow."  With that, she bent over to kiss him and
then walked off, leaving William open mouthed on the floor.

Epilogue

It had been two months since Pat and Tessa's marriage.  Catherine was still
fending off William's daily proposals.  It suited her to make the man
suffer just a little while longer.  Truth to tell, she hadn't figured out
any other way to get even.  That scene had been a masterpiece.  She was
going to spend a lifetime trying to match it.  The intercom rang.

"Catherine?  May here.  Tess is here and she'd like to come visit if you
have time.  You don't have any sessions scheduled, so shall I send her up?"

Catherine agreed and was waiting for Tess when nausea suddenly hit her. 
Tessa knocked just as she came out of the bathroom, concerned with the
increasing frequency of these events.

Tessa hugged Catherine and blurted "I'm going to have a baby, Cathy.  That
Patrick must have gotten me on the honeymoon."  She looked pleased, then
grimaced.  "He's so damned pleased with himself, though, that it makes me
want to spit.  Just wait till the next time he wants to be the bottom. I'll
..."  Tessa suddenly realized that Catherine was not listening to her. 
"Cath?  Is something wrong?"

"That sneaky, conniving bastard.  He knew!  He knew that I was off the Pill
because of doctor's orders and he didn't use anything when he stood in for
Pat.  'Don't worry, Cat.  Sure, Cat.  I'll use a rubber until you get your
new shield.'  That BASTARD!"  Tessa was looking at her furious friend in
wide eyed amazement.

Catherine strode to the intercom and punched a button.  "Lord William." 
the speaker crackled.  

"Lord Shithead, you mean.  Get your no good, devious male ass up here right
now, you bastard.  I have a few things to say to you.  NOW, Billie boy."

Catherine left the room and returned with her strap and a leather paddle
which she handed to the still bemused Tess.  "Here, you can help.  It'll be
good practice for when you deal with your own underhanded male."  Catherine
gave her strap arm a few warm up swings, and then grinned back at Tess. 
"In the meantime, how would like to be a Matron of Honor, and a Godmother?"