#presentation11

Bel had been practicing her rope tying skills a little bit everyday for two weeks straight. This was Blaine’s first presentation and she wanted to make it meaningful for him, or at least get him a good grade. Like before she asked her parents for help and was glad that Blaine liked her idea.

Once they entered the presentation room, she waved at the heads before returning her attention to Blaine, asking him for his limits and safewords. Once those were in place she asked Blaine to take off all of his clothes, then going over the exam as he was going so. “This is going to be a presentation of bondage in three different levels. You will trust me as your Dominant while I tie you up then display you. I’m totes gonna take care of you.” With a nod from Blaine confirming his approval and once he was completely out of his clothes, she ordered him to kneel and it was the official start of the exam.

She took the rope out of the bag she brought with her and began with his arms, putting one on top of the other behind his back and tying them to each other around his forearms, then she wrapped the connecting rope around his chest and torso before pulling at the rope to show the strength and durability of her knots as she circled around him. “I must say, you look pretty awesome tied up for me like that. I think I want to see more rope circled around your body for me.” As the exam went on, her voice became more confident, more firm.

Bel moved in front if him, pointing to a spot on the floor with her foot right in front of the submissive. “Now I want your face pressed to the floor right in this spot.” Once he followed her orders, she retrieved two more pieces of rope from her bag. “Now I’m going to tie your legs up. You’re going to need to balance your weight on your forehead and trust I’m not going to let you fall.” This time the rope tied both of his ankles to his thighs. She left him like that for a moment, his body semi-suspended with nothing but his head carrying the weight of his body. “Good boy,” she offered as she noticed the struggles his body started to show in his position. “You look so good. You’re doing so good.” She moved forward to tip his body back so that his weight was on his legs.

“Last level, pet,” she started, the pet name sounding foreign on her lips. “Now I’m going to suspend you in the air so everyone can get a good look at you.” She mimicked the tone of voice she remembered her parents using with their submissives. She pulled the three rings that were already set up and hanging from the air down and connected one to where the rope wrapped around his hands and the other to each of his legs. It took all of her strength while using the pulley system to suspend him into the air before tying it off to the post that provided the pulley. Blaine was about 6 feet off the ground and spun around in a circle so he could truly be shown off.

“You look so awesome, pet. How do you feel?”

Throughout the presentation, Blaine had steadily began to relax more and more. Bel’s projected confidence really helped him to trust her and let himself submit. This was his first time being suspended, and it was a little scary when the ground disappeared from under him, but he let out a breath and relaxed. “I feel amazing, Miss.” He said in response, though his voice was quiet. Not because he was too nervous or scared, but because he was allowing himself to truly relax and enjoy the new sensations. “Almost like I could take a nap up here.” He grinned.

Partners will present a scene in front of the headmasters in the performing arts center at their allotted times. Please do not go longer than 25 minutes. New students, please make sure you know your limits and have plans for aftercare. Partners are non-negotiable. Presentations are mandatory. Name listed first is Dominant, second is submissive.

OOC Information:

Please post your chatzy/para with the tag presentation11.  

Basically, you’re doing a scene in front of Sue and Will, who will be grading you and awarding up to 100 points. Please keep them short and focus more on what can be seen and heard rather than on inner thoughts. If you have a gif or picture that sums up the set up, feel free to use that instead of writing out all the set up. Grades/points are based on creativity, communication, degree of difficulty (also depends on individuals experience level), demonstration of D/s skills and safety.

Please remember!!!!

Sue and Will grade the interaction between the two students, not the scene’s concept. So, while giving us the head cannon of what the scene entails is important, it’s much more important to tell us how the student did, what they said and how they were acting.

NEW RULE: For all headcannons, please include at least four lines of dialog during the “meat” of the scene. We need to see how they are communicating and interacting. This is especially important when there is an NPC involved. Remember the slaves have all been trained and are rented that week, so they can practice with them in the dungeons if they’d like.

Options:

1. For up to 100 points, you and your partner can chatzy/para out the scene.

2. If, for whatever reason you two cannot get together to write the whole thing out in detail, one person can write the framework of the scene and the other can fill in their characters reactions etc. DO NOT godmod you partner. Communicate.

3. If one writer cannot or doesn’t want to write things out, the other writer may write a scene with an NPC. The NPC would be a slave rented by the school for doing exams. Both writers can take this option, but your max score will be lower. Please keep in mind, we’d like to use this option sparingly, so please do the best you can at communicating with your paired partner first. This option is for ooc problems like hiatus or too busy or the like. This option is not to be used because one character doesn’t like the other character.

4. If the character does NOT show up for presentations, please message the main and let us know. There will be repercussions IC.

5. If you want your character to get points, it needs to be either written out in some way. There is the option that the writer does not have to write something out and nothing will happen IC to your character, however, they also will not receive points.

If you have any questions about presentations or your options for turning them in, please message the main.

Mateo was a bit nervous for this one. He felt like he had more to prove after his claim had left - like he had to prove he was actually a good Dominant. He had to do something to show he was worthy of being approved for another claim, eventually. So, he wanted to do something that the heads wouldn't expect with Evan. He had a table set up, lengths of rope ready and several implements at hand. "So today, I'd like to demonstrate the more intense side of sensory play with my partner. Evan, would you please state your limits and safeword, and then strip and lie on your stomach on the table?" he asked, running one hand through Evan's hair.

Evan had heard good things about Mateo around the Institute, even if he didn't have first hand experience with Mateo before now. The dominant man was obviously good looking, and he seemed pretty confident in himself. At least, to Evan he did. He was much more attracted to that kind of confidence from a Dom than anything else. "Yes Sir. My limits are anything to do with blood, scat, and permanent injuries or marks. My safeword is bananas," Evan said firmly, smiling as he felt Mateo's hand in his hair, before easily stripping himself of his clothes, totally unashamed of his nudity. He climbed up onto the table, and laid on his stomach.

Mateo watched Evan move onto the table. The boy was beautiful, that was for sure. Once he was in place, he stroked his back lightly. "Good boy. Now just stay relaxed," he instructed. Carefully, he began to tie Evan into a hogtie, securing his shins to his thighs to keep his legs spread, and his arms to his back. Once he was finished, he stroked through Evan's hair again. "How does everything feel, boy?" he asked. "Nothing too tight?"

Evan stayed still as Mateo manipulated him however he wanted, letting the man tie him up and spread his legs. He looked up as soon as he felt Mateo's fingers in his hair again, and smiled happily up at the Dom. Feeling content in his bondage, he playfully wiggled his toes, and nodded. "I'm feeling good, Sir. They're definitely not too tight."

Mateo smiled. "Wonderful. Now just close your eyes and feel. I'd like you to stay still, and please use your safeword if things get too painful." Moving to the other end of the table, Mateo picked up a studded pad designed to fit on the palm of his hand. The spikes weren't sharp, but they weren't completely dulled either - just enough for a nice scratch, especially on sensitive skin. He slowly dragged his hand over Evan's inner thigh from his knee to the base of his balls, covering every bit of skin with the tool.

Evan nodded his understanding, and returned Mateo's smile. "Yes Sir," he said simply, waiting for what Mateo was going to do to him first. He didn't look around to get any clues for what Mateo was planning. Evan jumped slightly when he felt the studded pad pass over his thigh and make its way to the base of his balls, and whimpered a little. "That feels really nice, Sir," Evan grinned a little, spreading his legs as much as the bondage would allow.

Mateo pressed the pad a little bit harder into his thigh, making sure to keep the pressure even over every bit of his skin. "Good boy... you look so nice like this," he praised. He gently stroked the pad over Evan's balls, slow and light, before putting the pad away. Then, he picked up a cube of ice from the bowl he had set out, a smirk on his lips as he drew it slowly over Evan's thighs.

Evan gasped as he felt the pad being pushed harder against his thigh, and groaned. He wasn't too sure what that kind of glove was called, but he definitely wanted to experience it again. "Thank you, Sir," he smiled, before whimpering as the pad as stroked over his sensitive balls. He waited patiently for Mateo to put the pad away, and then yelped loudly in surprise at the touch of the ice cube. His leg tried to kick out a little but was stopped by the restraints. "Sir," he whined.

Mateo shushed him, bringing the ice away from his thigh for a moment to look up at Evan. "Still, boy," he murmured. He brought the ice back down, stroking it over Evan's inner thighs, right up to the base of his balls, as he'd done before. "Just relax," he purred, this time teasing the ice down between his cheeks.

Kolbe actually felt pretty confident in the presentation that was about to occur. It was going to push him and it was going to test him; but he was excited to prove himself. Not only did he want to prove himself to the Heads, he also wanted to prove himself to Charlie. He trusted that she would keep him safe and so that allowed him to settle into a space where he could give himself over completely to what they were about to do. He smiled at the Dominant before they walked in and he knelt by her side as she introduced them. When he was spoken to, he straightened up on his knees and cleared his throat. “My safeword is Deke,Miss Charlie. My hard limits are scat, permanent marks, watersports, age play, and gore. My soft limits are whips, needles and electroplay.” Kolbe closed his mouth once he had spoken what needed to be said, his hands clasped together.

The two of them had been working together for quite some time now and Charlie didn’t feel unsure about pushing him a little more than she had in the past. She knew his limits and knew exactly what he would be able to handle. She wasn’t surprised at all to see that the submissive kneeled exactly how she wanted him to and that he did so without any prompting from her. She introduced them and then allowed him to have the time he needed to recite his limits and safe word before she was speaking. “I know that you like to please, but I’m going to put you through a series of tasks and you’re going to prove to me just how far you’re willing to go to be a good boy for me.” She instructed him to strip out of his clothes so that he would be completely naked for their presentation.

Kolbe smiled softly when Charlie mentioned that he liked to please and he did everything he could not to bow his head, not wanting to seem rude. Once his order had been given, he slipped out of his clothes and folded them neatly before moving to kneel at her feet. Soon enough everything was set-up in exactly the way that Charlie wanted it with Kolbe watching in an interested manner. He knew the plan but he also had a feeling that Charlie was going to throw in curve balls. He grimaced just slightly as the contraption was set around his neck and then around his cock. He was excited but also nervous as he had never done something involving CBT. There was a first time for everything and he was pleased he could do it with Charlie and for a presentation. “Everything feels okay, Miss Charlie.” Kolbe answered when asked and then relaxed a bit more.

Once Kolbe stripped down completely and was at her feet once more, Charlie fastened a collar around his neck that had a chain attached to it. On the other end, she hooked the smaller contraption around his cock. It was a hybrid between a a cage and a collar. It wrapped more around his balls, squeezing them tightly, but leaving the shaft free for her to play with if she wanted to. Once that was done, she moved onto the next part of their presentation. She stepped back away from and pointed to the different toys that were lined up in front of him. “I want you to grab each of those toys. And before you go getting any ideas, you are not to move from the spot you are in now.” The toys were close enough for him to grab, but far enough away that any sort of straining on his part would cause the chain to tug on both ends and cause him some sort of pain, which was exactly what she wanted.

Kolbe furrowed his eyebrows slightly as Charlie told him that he wasn't allowed to move from his spot. The toys were close to him, but he would still need to stretch to grab them and he knew that was going to be uncomfortable. However, this was what the Dominant wanted from him and he wasn't going to fail this early in the presentation. “Yes, Miss.” Kolbe said, before reaching forward toward the first toy slowly, attempting to get a read on how much pain would be involved. His airflow was slowly restricted as he reached forward and the pull cause the contraption around his cock to tighten as well. He hissed and reached the last part of the way to grab the toy, leaning back to set it beside him. He took a few moments to relax before pressing forward again. This quick movement caused the pain and the air restriction to increase but it also allowed for him to grab the toy quicker, something he found he preferred; even if the consistent shock was causing his eyes to water. He pressed forward once more, wanting to finish as efficiently as possible.

Charlie watched as Kolbe pushed passed whatever struggles he was going through in order to carry out the simple order she had given him. There was a small sense of smug pride that she felt as she watched him do as he had been told even though she was sure that it was causing him pain. She noticed that he was settling into a steady rhythm, and she didn’t want for this to be easy for him. Using her foot, she pushed the last item, the paddle, a little further out of his reach. “Aw, what’s the matter, pet? Having a little trouble?” She taunted him. “I thought you wanted to please your Dominant, or has that changed and you’re giving up now?”

He gasped softly as the paddle was kicked away from him just as his fingers touched the end of it. He choked at the sudden movement of his body and quickly settled back on his knees to breathe for a moment. At her taunting, his jaw clenched and he shook his head. “Not giving up,Miss. I will please you.” He vowed, taking a deep breath before pressing forward. The discomfort from the collar around his neck and the painful pull of his balls had his eyes watering again. He was almost certain there was no way for him to grab the paddle. It was about a foot farther than he could even fully stretch out and he couldn’t move forward. Despite this, he kept trying,not wanting to give in.

“Oh you will, will you?” There was a heavy amount of doubt lacing her tone as she spoke. She made no move to try and help him or to make things easier for him. This was meant to push him but it wasn’t designed for him to fail. Circling around, she walked behind. Her hand went to his back and she pushed down between his shoulders to force his upper half down even more. She heard the chain clink and knew that anymore stretching would cause him great amounts of pain. “I thought you wanted to be my good boy. I’m beginning to get disappointed.”

He choked as he was pressed further down, tears falling from his eyes freely now. The knowledge that he was disappointing Charlie was like a stab to the gut. He did what he could to reach even further, wincing in pain and discomfort. His fingers just barely grazed the paddle and his vision was becoming a bit blurry as the pain and lack of air continued but with a few more second of full force, he managed to grab the paddle and pull back. As he knelt, he took in large gulps of air, blinking fiercely as he tried to stop the tears from falling. “I-Im sorry it took so long,Miss.” his voice was scratchy and he winced.

Charlie pulled her hand back away from his body and smiled down at him. “There’s my good boy.” She praised him. Her hand ran over the top of his head. The affectionate gesture lasting all of two seconds before she was gripping the back of his neck and pulling his head back, watching as the chain pulled tightly between both ends. “Would you still like to please me, pet?” She was more so asking about what sort of state of mind he was in but she knew continuously asking what his color was or if he would like to continue would get boring to the Heads.

His body slumped slightly when he was given some praise, feeling her hand brush over his hair. However, he couldn’t enjoy it for too long as his head was pulled back, causing him to choke, having not given himself the time to prepare for it. Hearing the question, he looked up into her eyes, blinking slowly before nodding as best as he could with the way that she was holding his head back. “Y-yes, Miss.”

After Charlie was given the answer she had been looking for, she dropped her hand from the back of his neck. It was only gone long enough so that she could lift up her skirt and step over him so that she was straddling his face. “Lean back.” Her instructions were simple as her hand was back around the base of his neck. She was both pulling him back all while supporting his weight in her hand so that he didn’t fall straight back. “You know exactly what you need to do to make me cum, pet. And I suggest you do it quickly because I can imagine it’s hard for you to breath right now and it’ll only get harder.”

He took in a few deep breaths the moment that her hand had let go of his head, letting the ache in his cock ease as well. The pain was almost constant now, but it was at least more bearable when it wasn’t being pulled on. He winced when she told him to lean back, knowing that this was going to be pretty damn awful, but wanting to prove that he could be a good boy for her. Despite how hard he tried to not get too attached, there was something about Charlie that had gotten him hooked. He leaned back as she had asked, whining at the pain, tears welling in his eyes again. As his mouth pressed against her folds, he did what he could to focus on the feeling of Charlie’s hands holding him up and her weight above him, rather than on the pain and the lack of air; but it wasn’t easy.

“Is it too much for you to handle? Are you going to cry? And here I was thinking you like pain” She couldn’t help but taunt him for a just a few seconds more when she saw the tears in his eyes. She was pushing him more than she had during any of their previous scenes, and she knew that. Having him like this, in pain that she was causing him but see how determined he was to please her despite all of that was more than enough to get her off. She was already wet before he even touched her. “That’s it, pet. Just like that.” Her weight pressed down against him a little more, forcing his head back as her hips worked against his mouth.

He blinked forcefully, trying to stop the tears. He did enjoy pain, but there was something different about this consistent pain, something that while he didn’t hate, he didn’t super enjoy either. His mouth moved as best as he could from that position and in the pain that he was. He wanted to please her and knew his end goal and that was the only reason that he had something to hold onto. He could feel himself drifting slightly, the lightheadedness bringing about a new feeling as his tongue brushed through wet folds and circled around her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Charlie used his mouth without hesitation. She didn’t want to drag this out because while she did want to cause him pain, she didn’t want to push him so far that she would be unable to bring him back from it. She hissed in her pleasure. It didn’t take much for her to get there and it wasn’t long before she was able to get herself off. She pulled herself from his face and allowed his head to tilt forward so he could breath finally. “Look at me, pet. I want you to breath.”

The lack of air was slowly but surely causing his head to swim but he knew he had to make her cum. No matter how uncomfortable he was, and how much pain he was in, he trusted Charlie to take care of him. As his head was allowed to move back into a position where he could breathe,Kolbe coughed slightly as he tried to take in too much air at one point. As he was ordered to look at the Domme, his bottom lip wobbled slightly but he manage to ease his breathing while looking in her eyes. Focusing on Charlie allowing him to settle his heart and his breathing, even if the pain was still causing his member to throb. “M-Miss.”

There was a far off look that she could see in his eyes when she looked at him. She had only ever read about this and had never actually sent any of her partners into sub space. She was pretty sure that was exactly what was happening to him. For a moment, she forgot that that they were in the middle of a presentation. She was more concerned with making sure her submissive was alright both mentally and physically. “Talk to me, pet. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

He blinked slowly when she spoke, leaning his head back some so that he could look at her more clearly. “I feel...floaty, Miss. My head is a little fuzzy and I’m sore.” Kolbe murmured, wanting to be honest with the Dominant about his feelings. He felt as though he had done well so far, but if she had more planned, then he wanted to keep being good for her. “I want...I want to keep pleasing you though, please. Have I...have I pleased you, Miss? I want to be your good boy.”

Charlie nodded her head. She had figured as much but she needed to be sure before she made any sort of decisions about the way the rest of their presentation was going to go. “You have pleased, and you’ve been nothing but a good boy for me.” She smiled down at him before she turned to the Heads. “I had a few more tasks for Kolbe to perform. However, given his current mental state, he is quickly reaching his breaking point and this would be a good time for our scene to come to a conclusion. It’s my job as his Domme right now to make sure that he doesn’t go beyond that and cause irreparable damage all in the name of pleasing me. He may not understand that he needs to stop because he is in subspace, but I do. On behalf of both of us, I thank you for your time.”

Cady squirmed a little as she waited for Lyric. She was already in her kitten gear, ears perched on her head, mitts on her hands, and her favorite part - the lush tail tucked inside of her and tickling her thighs with each movement of her body. She had to focus to give her safeword and limits when asked, already falling into her kitten mindset, her voice soft and sweet. Once she was done, she shifted onto all fours, looking up at Lyric hopefully.

Lyric: was so excited to finally be able to do her first presentation. She was nervous considering she was a bit more sadistic then people would think, but she did have a soft spot, especially when it came to playing any sort of roleplay. Lyric and Cady had decided that they were going to do Pet Play and she was more then excited to do it. She had had a few people in the past before coming to Lima do it but they were always a puppy so she was glad to have this for a change. Going over the safe word and gathering up the things Lyric grinned before turning on her heels and patting Cady's head. "Alright beautiful kitty are you going to show me how much of a good kitty you are?"

Cady perked up, her hips wagging slightly to make her tail shimmy against her thighs. She mewed enthusiastically, pawing at Lyric's leg like a kitten demanding attention. When that didn't work right away, she crawled forward, gently butting her head against the Domme's shins, mewing again.

Lyric: watched the girl as she was fully into her kitten play and she couldn't help but grin. She was asbolutely adorable and it was endearing to see. Seeing as she pawed at her first and Lyric didn't give her attention Cady butting her head against her leg was cute. "Do you want something cutie? How about some food? Are you hungry my kitten?" she asked ruffling her fingers through the girls hair.

Cady hummed - her version of a purr - and leaned into the hand in her hair. Getting pets was pretty much the best thing about being a kitten. But there had been a question... She tilted her head and meowed again, the sound of a snack definitely one she liked.

Lyric: turned on her heels for a moment as she heard the girl meow at the idea of a snack. She had brought some cat treats - which really were cookies - and she shook the bag in her hand gesturing for Cady to come to her.

Cady wiggled her tail again and crawled over eagerly, pawing and butting at Lyric's legs. She mewed and looked up at the Domme, trying to look as cute as possible for the promised treat.

Lyric: waited patiently for the kitten to come before holding the bag still in her hands. "Such an obedient little kitty you are," she patted her head for a moment. "Can kitty give me a kiss?" she asked putting her hand out and waiting for Cady.

Cady hummed again, a smile on her lips. But her brows crinkled, and her eyes flicked from Lyric's face to her fingers, before she leaned in to tentatively swipe her tongue against the Domme's hand, a little, delicate brush of her tongue.

Lyric: let out a soft giggle at the feeling of the girl licking her hand, before she took it and patted the girls hair once more before opening the bag and placing a cookie in front of her.

Cady mewed happily at the pets before taking a delicate bite of her earned treat. She munched it up, then leaned forward to nuzzle against the Domme's calves, as if thanking her for the treat she'd given her.

Lyric: ruffled her hair once more before thinking. She was curious to see how smart this kitten actually was. "Do you think pretty Kitty can do a trick for me and get another treat?"

Cady lit up, nodding and mewing happily. Crawling over to one of the low tables, she picked up one of the stuffed mouse toys there in her teeth and brought it to the Domme, offering it to her. Maybe if she chased it, she could earn a treat?

Lyric: was impressed by the skills that Cady had when she was in her kitten space. It was adorable and she was pleased with it very much. "Oh you want the mouse kitty?" she taunted picking it up and tossing it. "bring it back to me."

Cady mewed excitedly. She knew it wasn't strictly a cat thing to do tricks, but the treat thing definitely motivated her. The redhead scrambled around, her tail swishing as she crawled before she finally caught the toy in her mouth, proudly crawling back with it and holding it up to Lyric.

Lyric: let out a bit of a chuckle when the girl caught the mouse, she was always curious if you could actually do tricks with cats, as supposed to dogs; but clearly Cady was proving them wrong. "Good girl, such a good little pet," she grinned taking the toy from her and trading it with a treat.

Cady hummed happily, munching on the offered treat. She nuzzled against the Domme's knees again, obviously seeking more pets, though she knew she would probably have to do something else to earn them. That was okay though. Pets and treats were the best.

Lyric: thought for a moment as she the girl nuzzled against her. What could she do to see if Cady was as smart as she knew she was. "Okay little pet, we're going to see how smart of a kitty you are, " she paused grabbing the mouse they had and a couple spare cups that she had brought with her. She placed the mouse under one before putting two other cups beside it. "Alright kitty can you sniff out the mouse?"

Cady blinked up at Lyric, her mouth twisting into a determined little pout. She could do this. Her hips shifted as she knelt and waited, tail swishing. Once she was given permission, she stared at the cups, leaning forward to nudge one with her nose. Not that one. She nudged the next, then paused, looking up at Lyric and mewing. Had she picked right?

Lyric: waited for Cady to follow through and she was a bit disheartened when the girl didn't find the mouse the first time, but the second time was a charm. "Oh yes good job," she applauded her before giving her another cookie. Placing the mouse back under a cup she moved them around hoping the kitty was paying attention. "Okay once last time before you get lots of pets darling, pick the cup with the mouse. I know you can find it."

Cady brightened when she was praised, the treat only making everything better. Her brows scrunched up in concentration as she watched the cups get moved around, her hands kneading at the floor like a feline ready to pounce. She crawled forward, taking a moment to think before batting at the third cup in the row. A happy little squeal erupted from the submissive when the mouse was under the cup, and she crawled over to Lyric, nuzzling her legs before turning to press her side to the Domme's shins. rubbing against her like the happy little kitten she was.

Lyric: could feel her heart swelling with the adorableness that Cady brought out when she was a kitten. It was absolutely her new favorite thing about the girl. The blonde love the feeling of the cat against her leg and she brushed her fingers through the girls soft hair, before handing her another treat. "How about we get you a drink after all those treats?" she nodded before taking a bowl and placing it on the floor and adding some water to it. "Drink up darling,"

Cady crawled up close to Lyric, waiting for her water. She was pretty thirsty - the cotton toy in her mouth hadn't helped - so when she had the water in the bowl, Cady leaned over to drink eagerly, lapping up the cool liquid. She tried to be as neat as she could, but it wasn't something she quite mastered. So when she leaned up, she had a couple drips of water on her chin, her head shaking to try and get them off.

Lyric: thought it was rather cute and funny when she made a mess, she could see that it was hard to do sometimes, she herself probably couldn't do it at all. She ruffled the girls hair once more before waiting for her to finish. "Alright darling how about we get some pats back in my room and we can cuddle. You were such a good little kitty." she added

As much as she hated to admit it, her B- from the last presentation had been a pretty significant blow to her ego, but Ainsley felt cautiously optimistic. From the first time they watched Professor Marston together, she’d been itching to reenact something from it, and the upcoming presentation was as good of a time as any to give it a go. It hadn’t taken them long to decide on which scene to reenact, and Ainsley knew their concept was strong, and had even put her outfit together based on the style of the times their scene was based in. She just hoped this time around, her own performance would be as well. Before she could start to overthink, as she often did, Sawyer seemed to appear at her side and she couldn’t help the smile that came to her face when she realized. “Hey, pretty girl. How are you feeling?” A few minutes later, they were called in, and Ainsley instinctively straightened her spine as she stood before the Heads. “Good morning Headmaster and Headmistress. My name is Ainsley Corcoran and Sawyer St. James will be my presentation partner. Today, we will be focusing on honesty and the importance of communication while incorporating elements of roleplay and rewards and punishments.” She said, speaking clearly and confidently, before addressing Sawyer. “Please state your soft and hard limits and explain your safeword system to the Heads, and then we will begin.”

Ainsley and Sawyer had been prepping for this presentation a lot so Sawyer felt prepared, confident, and excited to have the beautiful Switch as her partner.  Things had been a little crazy with prom in the mix but it hadn’t really done much to throw her off balance, she felt relatively stable for the time being.  Ainsley had picked out her outfit, not that it would be on for very long but she’d done her hair and makeup in a 40’s style and was fully ready to roleplay.  Seeing the taller girl waiting to go in Sawyer smiled and made her way over.  “Hi Miss… I feel ready.”  She placed a small kiss on her cheek and was soon following the other woman into the presentation area.  She was always a little nervous having to perform in front of any sized audience but doing this in front of the Heads seemed to get easier and easier with each passing presentation.  She listened to Ainsley, giving a nod to the Heads as she was introduced.  The tiny brunette cleared her throat gently and then spoke up obediently.  “My soft limits are: breath play, knife play, confinement, immobilization, clothespins, age play, and extreme humiliation. My hard limits are: scat, vore, gore, feet, body mutilation, throw up, big crowds of people, permanent marking, degradation in regards to body/weight, and beastiality. My safeword is “Red”, Miss.  I use the stoplight system- red, yellow and green.”  Thankfully, her wrist was all healed up and no longer in a brace.

As Sawyer spoke, Ainsley took a moment to survey the room, nodding to herself as she confirmed that all of her requested materials were present. A sturdy looking chair sat in the middle of the stage with several leather straps to confine, not only her upper arms, forearms, thighs and shins to the chair, but also her waist and head as well, which would result in complete immobilization. A table was situated beside it with a lab coat, a large briefcase, and the period polygraph she had put together after doing extensive research on the original blueprints and methodology. She grinned to herself, giving a satisfied nod as she refocused on the present long enough to give Sawyer her next orders. “Today, you are going to be my patient, Sawyer, and we’re going to be having a session together where I will be running some tests on you, before having you answer a few questions for me as honestly as you can. Please remove all of your clothing, making sure to fold it all up neatly and then come sit in this chair.” She said, gesturing to the chair in the middle of the stage. As Sawyer did as she was told, Ainsley turned to address the Heads once more. “Today, I will be demonstrating my polygraph to you, my panel of peer reviewers. This particular model is based on one of the earliest polygraphs created in 1947. The bellows, the cylindrical part, will turn, and if Sawyer lies, this arm will move the needle up and down, leaving large, jagged marks on the bellows, recording and increased heart rate.”

The girl listened intently to the Switch and nodded her head.  “Yes, Miss.”  Sawyer had known the very basics but she hadn’t known specifically what they were about to do.  The very idea was a turn on but at the same time terrifying.  Quickly and efficiently, Sawyer removed her clothing and folded it up, neatly setting it all aside and out of the way.  Once naked she felt exposed and vulnerable; no matter how many times she was naked on this stage it never felt easier being naked.  As Ainsley seamlessly took on the role she was supposed to Sawyer did her best to follow into that role of her own.  Obediently she approached the chair and took a seat.  The restraints made her a little nervous but she trusted Ainsley.  Hazel eyes watched the other woman closely as she went about doing what she needed to.

Pulling on the lab coat, Ainsley set the clipboard to the side for the time being as she opened the briefcase pulling out various instruments as she needed them. She went through the motions of a few routine tests wrapping a cuff around her arm for blood pressure and pressing a stethoscope to her chest to check her breathing. It was for show, for the most part, but Ainsley couldn’t deny the fun she was having playing doctor. “You’re being a very good patient, Sawyer. Now, make sure you don’t move as I finish preparing you for your full examination.”

There was no denying Ainsley looked amazing in that lab coat.  Sawyer had always hated going to the Doctor and she was there a lot throughout her life because her immune system wasn’t quite as strong as her siblings’.  Biting gently into her lower lip, she didn’t protest as Ainsley began checking her vitals.  “Do I get a lollipop, Miss?”  The words were somewhat teasing and there was a smile on her face as she batted those thick lashes.  Sawyer was definitely in character.  Didn’t doctors used to give children lolli’s when they were well behaved during a check up?

Ainsley chuckled, smiling at Sawyer’s comment. “If you’re a good girl for our entire appointment, you will most definitely earn one.” She said as she wrapped a detector band around Sawyer’s torso, making sure to place the main sensor just above the other girl’s heart. “This is a lie detector that I have been developing over the last few years. It is vital to my research on DISC theory, and Sawyer will be my first test subject to determine if it works.” Ainsley said, incorporating a bit of the movie’s plot into her dialogue. She addressed the Heads as if she were actually at a conference presenting her work rather than in the presentation room, playing out a scene for a grade. Kneeling on the ground, her touch was gentle as she tightened the various straps around Sawyer’s limbs and torso, ending with the strap that held her head to the chair, leaving her completely immobilized.

Sawyer grinned at the response.  “I’ll be a good girl for you, Miss.”  When the band was wrapped around her, she let her gaze move to the detector and couldn’t help but smile, she remembered it vividly from the movie.  As Ainsley went about strapping her into the chair a lump formed in her throat and she swallowed hard.  She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed as the strap around her head was put into place.  This was different then bondage somehow.  It felt incredibly restrictive and she couldn’t move even slightly.

Ainsley knew immobilization was a soft limit for the girl, but they’d agreed to trying to push Sawyer a bit out of her comfort zone for the presentation. Still, she didn’t want to overwhelm the other girl and gave her hand a light squeeze as she stood. “You’re doing very well, Sawyer. Color?”

Taking one last breath and letting it out, Sawyer opened her eyes and looked up to Ainsley as her hand was squeezed.  “Green, Miss.”  She didn’t sound even slightly hesitant as she spoke.

With Sawyer’s affirmation, Ainsley gave a slight nod, before moving onto the main portion of the presentation. After fishing out the electrodes and pressure cuffs, she hooked the sensors up to a the machine settled on the table beside the chair, she began to press them to Sawyer’s skin, as she explained what was happening. “These electrodes are capable of delivering sharp and precises shocks to your system whenever you attempt to lie in response to my questions.” She strapped a remote vibrator to Sawyer’s pussy as she continued. “Conversely, your honesty will earn you a reward. My research is based on the theory that the body has measurable physiological responses to dishonesty.” Her hands moved around with practiced motions as she spoke. “Sawyer’s heart rate and breathing are the variables being investigated for this experiment.” Ainsley explained, sliding the first cuff up Sawyers leg, before turning back to speak to the Heads, holding up a remote for them to see. “This remote will allow me to punish or reward Sawyer in response to each reading that the lie detector provides. Now that the subject is properly prepared, we will start with a few baseline questions, before moving on to more difficult subject matter.”

Hazel eyes widened slightly at the explanation of how everything worked.  She watched quietly as the Switch hooked her up to all sorts of things, cheeks flushing as the vibrator was pressed directly against her bare, clean shaven pussy.  This was intricate and well thought out and she wanted to do good, she wanted to please Ainsley but she also worried slightly about having to emotionally expose herself to the heads.  She knew she could do this.  The secure tightness of those leather straps felt more and more restrictive but she reminded herself that the Switch was more than capable of keeping her safe through this experience.

Flipping a switch on the side of the machine, she gave a nod of satisfaction as the took her seat to Sawyer’s left and picked up her clipboard, preparing to take down notes. “To start I’d like to ask you some questions about basic information. One of of those answers must be a lie to determine if the instrument is working as it should and you will not be penalized. These will be used to set a baseline and to ensure that the instrument is working.” While Ainsley knew that it would definitely work after testing it a few times on Sawyer before their official presentation, she found herself easily slipping into was the role. “We’ll start with some easy questions. What is your name and your mark?”  She paused as Sawyer answered, taking a moment to scribble a note down on her board, “How old are you? Where are you from?” She continued, observing the steady and uninterrupted movement of the needle.

Sawyer released a breath she’d been holding when she heard the machine click on.  “Sawyer Olivia St. James.  I am a submissive, Miss.”  Those were both the truth.  “I am twenty one years of age.”  Also true.  “I’m from Ireland.”  Lie.   Sawyer hated lying but everyone lied every now and again but because of the lie her body response definitely changed and the machine most definitely picked up on it.

“As you can see, the needle constantly oscillates when the instrument is on. When Sawyer lied, the needles movements became more jagged and unpredictable.” While she doubted the Heads would be able to see the actual lines and markings on the bellows, the movement of the needle would definitely be seen from where they were sitting. “The last answer was a lie, and the instrument has successfully picked up on it. Things seemed to be working as intended, so we can go ahead and move forward with the experiment.” Turning back to Sawyer, she made sure they made eye contact before she spoke again, searching for any signs that she was feeling overwhelmed. Finding none, She asked the one question that often weighted on her mind. “Do you trust me?” While Sawyer had never given any indication of the latter, she couldn’t help but wonder, and subconsciously held her breath as she listened for any unwanted movement from the polygraph.

As much as immobilization was hitting on one of her soft limits the fact that this was very much a performance and demonstration for an audience (no matter how small) certainly touched on her fear of performing for others.  Hearing that question brought her back to reality very quickly.  Hazel eyes met that dark gaze.  “Yes, Miss.  Completely.”  That was true.  She did trust Ainsley, she had from their first night together, it wasn’t easily explained because Sawyer didn’t have many people in her life that she truly trusted with her life but the Switch was definitely one of them.

Letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, Ainsley smiled, her spine straightening on instinct as she nodded taking down a note or two, before moving around to take  a seat behind the table. It was carefully position so that she could see Sawyer, but also so that the Heads could see both of them clearly from where they were situated. “From here on out, I’ll be asking questions that are a bit more difficult. Many of them may be about things you don’t want to talk about, however, you are still to answer honestly, understood?”

Seeing the other woman’s response had a small smile coming to the tiny brunette’s lips.  She listened intently once more and went to nod but found she couldn’t.   Taking a breath, lips parted and she spoke up.   “Yes, Miss.  I understand.”  The idea was definitely a scary one.  Sawyer understood and she knew she would be punished if she lied

She knew this would be the toughest part for the other girl. While Sawyer knew the general idea of what questions she might ask, Ainsley had kept her sample questions deliberately vague during their practice sessions. “Do you feel that Miss Charlie is suitable Domme for you? Have you ever felt unsafe in her care?” Ainsley was interested in all of the answers Sawyer was going to give, but since she’d found out that Sawyer and Charlie were officially planning to enter a claim later down the road, she was even more curious about the Submissive’s response.

Sawyer was certainly taken off guard by the first question.  Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat gently.  “I-… Yes, Miss.  I do.  I would gladly be hers.”  She replied honestly.  The second part of this double question was more difficult for her to answer because of an experience she and Charlie had had a week or so ago.  She swallowed hard but reminded herself that she needed to be honest.  “.....I only ever felt unsafe once but it was because I didn’t know it was her.  We’d discussed certain details about a scene and I’d given consent but for the majority of the scene I was unaware that it was her.  Once I knew her identity I felt safe.”  Again that was the complete truth.

The needle stayed constant in its movement and Ainsley took note of the answer, nodding to herself. She had no doubt Sawyer was talking about the scene that had ended with Charlie dropping pretty badly, but after she was given more information, she definitely understood why. “That was the truth. Very good, Sawyer. You’ve earned a reward for your honesty.” She said with a smile, letting the vibrator run for a minute before switching it off again and moving to her next question, reading it off the paper in front of her, despite the fact that she had them all memorized weeks ago when they’d first agreed on the concept. “Do you feel comfortable with Kolbe’s relationship with Miss Charlie? Do you feel comfortable with my relationship with Miss Charlie?”  

Sawyer sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the strong vibrations against her exposed sex.  Her body had thrusted a little against the restraints but she was still very much unable to move.  She moaned softly and then whimpered once it was turned off.  The little submissive was quick to answer the next question, not even really thinking before the lie left her lips.  “Yes- “  She cut herself off as the machine went a little crazy.  

An eyebrow shot up in surprise as the needle began to move more quickly, curious about why Sawyer had lied. “You’ve earned a punishment for that lie.” Frowning slightly, Ainsley delivered a sharp shock via the remote, a disappointed expression on her face. “Do you feel comfortable with Kolbe’s relationship with Miss Charlie? Do you feel comfortable with my relationship with Miss Charlie?”

She swallowed hard once more.  The shock surprised her and a little yelp left perfect pink lips.  Releasing a shaky breath, she thought more about the questions.  “As far as Kolbe… Not entirely, Miss.  I like him, I think he’s great.  I guess I just wish I knew more about their relationship and their intentions with one another.  As far as your relationship with Miss Charlie- I feel extremely comfortable because we’ve all been very upfront with intentions and feelings and how our dynamic works.”  That time was most certainly the truth.

The sound of Sawyer’s yelp felt harsh in her ears, but Ainsley kept a straight face, reminding herself that it was necessary. After all, how else would she learn if there were no consequences? “Better. Do try to be honest from here on out. Remember, honesty and open communication are both pinnacles of a healthy and successful claim. Color, Sawyer?” Ainsley asked.

Hazel eyes met that dark gaze.  “Yes, Miss.  I will do my best to remember that.”  The girl replied.  “Green, Miss.”

Despite her cold tone, Ainsley’s eyes were soft and open and she made sure to maintain eye contact with Sawyer as she spoke, before surveying her looking for physical signs of overwhelming distress. When Sawyer responded with ‘green’, she nodded, moving on and choosing a slightly lighter question this time around. “Have you been eating well and getting enough sleep at night? Have you been prescribed any medication? Are you taking it as prescribed?”

This was an easier question for sure but it still touched on a hard subject matter for the brunette.  In one sense she was a little upset that she even had to answer this type of question but on the other hand she liked that it would be proven to the school that she was truthfully taking care of herself.  “I have been eating well.  I could still probably stand to eat a little bit more but I’m certainly eating what is required of me.  Most of the time I’m getting enough sleep these days but sometimes nightmares make that difficult.  I have not been prescribed medicine but my therapist has suggested certain supplements and vitamins and I’ve been taking them daily, Miss.”  Every answer was one hundred percent truthful.

It was hard to keep her face neutral when she wanted to smile as the polygraph indicated Sawyer was telling the truth, but she managed to keep the impersonal and professional expression as she spoke. “That was the truth, for which you’ve earned another reward.” She definitely preferred rewarding Sawyer to punishing her, and let the vibrator run for another minute before switching it off.

Another moan left the submissive’s lips as the vibrator was turned on.  She wanted so badly to roll her hips against it but she couldn’t.  By the time the vibrator switched off she knew it was soaking wet with her desire.  

Despite the restraints that kept Sawyer still, Ainsley could see her abdominals tense up as soon as the vibrator turn on, and knew that the other girl would be shifting closer if she could. Smirking slightly, she cleared her throat before posing the next question. “What causes you to enter your little space? What makes you happiest when you’re Little? What upsets you when you’re Little?” This one had taken a little more thought, but after experiencing Sawyer’s Little side first hand, she was more than interested in the response she’d recieve.

Ainsley hadn’t been kidding when she’d said these questions would be hard.  Typically, she only talked about her Little space with people she trusted and she certainly didn’t trust either of the Heads.  Taking a breath, she gave a moment of thought to her answer before responding.  “Oh… uhm…. I’m actually not sure I can explain it, Miss, but I’ll try.  A lot of times I start to feel Little when I’m sleepy or in need of something like comfort.  Sometimes when I’m feeling bratty it triggers it.  Sometimes after an intense scene or day my Big self just wants to hide so my Little self comes out.  Other times if my Big self is extremely upset or hurting my Little self will want to protect that side of me and vice versa.  Happiest?  Uhm… stuffies, and cuddles, and attention, feeling loved and taken care of. The thing that has the ability to upset me most when Little is feeling neglected or abandoned.”

The notes Ainsley wrote on her clipboard were mostly nonsense, but her mind actively recorded Sawyer’s words, storing them away in case she needed to refer back to them in the future. “Good girl, Sawyer. Your answer was truthful, so you’ve earned another reward.” The buzz of the vibrator as it came to life was quickly obscured by the sounds of pleasure Sawyer was making, and Ainsley subconsciously rubbed her thighs together, licking her lips as she watched.

Sawyer felt the vibrations and let out a little cry of pleasure, her cheeks flushing once more as she forced herself to balance on that very delicate edge, she knew she wasn’t allowed to cum.  Biting into her lower lip she gave a small whine.  The vibrations were turned off and she took in a deep breath to steady herself.

Ainsley knew the next question she had planned would be a difficult one, and she steeled herself for the inevitable lie she knew Sawyer was likely to tell. She’d been curious about Sawyer’s time before her arrival but had done her best not to push the girl too much, keeping most of her questions to herself. However, with Sawyer’s express permission to ask whatever she wanted, she figured now was as good as anytime to bring it up, especially since she’d have to opportunity to try and help the other girl through the complicated emotions. Ainsley was hoping that appearing as a objective authority figure would allow her to validate whatever feelings she had, as well as reiterate that being honest about having negative feelings was incredibly important. “Have you ever considered entering a claim with anyone else? Who?”

The next question had her stomach dropping.  She hadn’t been ready to talk to anyone about this.  It hurt.  The entire situation with Devyn and Quinn hurt.  And while she was working through it, while she’d found people that she enjoyed belonging to just as much, the past still messed her up inside.  She didn’t want to talk about this and suddenly all she could think about were the restraints keeping her pinned to the damn chair.  “No, Miss.”  She stated without even thinking but immediately after the words left her mouth she knew just as well as the machine that she’d been lying.

The needle seemed to swing against the bellows with renewed vigor, and Ainsley shook her head slightly, disappointed that she had to punish the other girl, despite having expected such an outcome.  “Try again, Sawyer.” She said, before repeating the question once more, hoping that the other girl would answer honestly this time.

The punishment zap through her body had her jolting and wincing, a yelp leaving her lips again.  She took a few shaky breaths and then spoke up.  “… T-two… people, Miss… one during my time in high school, Miss Devyn….and uhm… s-sometimes I would think about it when she first showed up here at the institute...    And uhm the time here at the institute before rehab there was… Miss Quinn.  I even dared to hope that she maybe still felt something for me when I came back.”  It hurt so much to talk about it, to vocalize it but this time around she told the truth.  Talking about it made it even more real, more final.

“Very good, Sawyer. You’ve earned a reward this time.” Ainsley said, before letting the vibrator run for another minute. The moment it turned off, she spoke again, her voice still firm, but with an underlying softness, ““I know it can be difficult to be emotionally honest, especially when you have people watching you, but it’s important to remember that, with your Dominant, you will always be safe and taken care of, and you will never be judged. Now, please answer my next question honestly. What was the nature of your relationship with Miss Devyn and Miss Quinn?”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.  “I was…  Miss Devyn’s tutor through high school and our relationship had a sexual nature.  One point I might have been in love with her.  I submitted to her a bit when she first got here but by that point I was invested in Miss Quinn.  Miss Quinn and I had a D/s relationship… She uhm… helped me discover my Little space.  She was my Mommy.”  Her voice cracked on those last few words.

A sharp pang went through Ainsley as tears began to well up in Sawyer’s eyes, and it took every ounce of her self control to keep her jaw clenched and her face unaffected. She was the Dominant, and she was supposed to provide Sawyer with the strength and protection she needed, neither of which she could do if she started letting her emotions get the best of her. The polygraph stayed steady, and she nodded, before speaking “That was the truth. You’ve earned another reward.” Clearing her mind, she spoke again as soon as the minute passed, wanting to make sure Sawyer was still going alright. “What’s your color?” Once Sawyer confirmed she was still doing fine, she asked her next question, this one a bit less emotionally taxing. “How are you doing in your classes? What classes are you taking?”

It was getting harder but she was okay. This was a challenge, one she knew she could make it through despite her soft limits and her unexpected emotional responses.  “Green, Miss.”  These next questions were certainly easier and she felt the tension ease out of her small body.   “I feel I’m doing well in my classes.  I’m certainly enjoying them, Miss.  Sub 102.  Aren’t We Done Yet? Whips and Chains Excite Me.  But I Don’t Wanna Grow Up!  I love all of them.”  She admitted honestly.

The corners of Ainsley’s lips lifted slightly as Sawyer physically relaxed as she spoke about her classes. “Another reward for your honest answer, Sawyer.” Ainsley kept an eye on her watch as the full minute passed, quickly calculating how many more questions she could ask before their time was up. So far Sawyer had only lied two times, and they were making their way through the list with pretty good time. “What things make you anxious? How do you cope with your anxiety?”

The tiny brunette bit into her lower lip gently.  She’d never had to talk about this before with anyone other than her therapist but releasing her lip she allowed them to part so she could reply.  “Crowds.  Performing or having the spotlight on me for any reason.  Feeling smothered.  Being immobilized.  Small spaces.  Not getting enough time to myself.  Not being able to breathe fresh air, Miss.  I uhm… have a few methods of calming myself down that my therapist gave me. Writing sometimes helps, counting, focusing on my breathing.   If I go into a full blown panic attack because of my social anxiety normally it take my sister or someone I really trust to talk me down.  Miss Charlie will get behind me so my back is against her front she i can feel the way she takes breaths and I can feel her heartbeat... and she’ll have me breathe with her and match my breath with hers.”

The needle stayed at it’s constant rhythm and Ainsley nodded in approval, before speaking. “Your honesty has earned you another reward, Sawyer.” She said as she turned on the vibrator once more. “Those are all excellent strategies, and I’m very happy to hear that you are taking such positive steps to keep up with your mental health. There is no shame in asking for help when you need it, and I’m incredibly proud of you for doing so.” It was incredibly reassuring to Ainsley that Sawyer seemed to handling her anxiety well, and she gave a reassuring smile, before asking her next question. “What is your relationship like with your family?”

After another pleasurable reward she felt pleasantly lightheaded but only slightly, like the high one feels after an orgasm even though she hadn’t yet experienced that today.  It seemed as though the questions were never ending but Sawyer was determined to keep going.  Every question seemed difficult in one way or another.  “Oh, well… My relationship with my sister is the best it’s ever been.  I love submitting to her and I’m finding so much… happiness, for lack of a better term, in the new dynamic we share.  Things with my brother are a little awkward right now because of my relationship with Charlie but I still love him.  My fathers and I are not on speaking terms because… well, because they are ashamed of me and would rather me not tarnish their reputations so they’ve stopped talking to me.  My birth mother and I are on very good terms.  She is actually my therapist now that I’m not in rehab.”

“That was the truth. Very good, Sawyer,” Ainsley bit her lip as she decided on the next question on her list. They were coming to the end of their presentation, but she knew she would be doing Sawyer a disservice to skip the hard questions just because they wouldn’t be easy to talk about. “This next question might be difficult for you to answer, but I want you to do your best to be honest for me. How do you feel about the potential claims Miss Devyn and Miss Quinn are currently in a trial for?”

Another pleasurable vibration from the truths that she told had her so close to orgasm that she thought she might explode.  This bliss was short lived, however, as the next question was posed.  Sawyer felt her breath hitch and her stomach drop again and the restraints felt too tight.  Her mouth opened to reply without consent from her   “I don’t care.”  She lied, choking on the words. The machine went wild and the punishment was given, her body jolted and her yelp was a bit higher pitched this time.  She started to panic some and her body trembled ever so slightly.

The needle on the polygraph seemed to oscillate even more aggressively than before and Ainsley did her best to keep her face blank at the sound of the high pitched yelp that was pulled from Sawyer. The needle on the polygraph was still making chaotic, jagged markings on the bellows, but even without that, she could see the other girl practically shaking and knew that Sawyer would probably need a break. “Color?”

She was in such a submissive mindset by this point that it helped to have Ainsley watching her reactions so intensely.  Asking her color was a benefit to them both.  “Yellow, Miss.”  She stated clearly.  Sawyer was okay but very on the verge of being not okay.

Setting her clipboard on her chair as she came to stand in front of Sawyer, her eyes scanning the other girl for any clues to her wellbeing. “Can you tell me what your feeling, sweetheart?”

Her words were shaky, her breaths were shallow and there was panic in those hazel eyes.  “Restraints f-feel too tight now, Miss.  I’m feeling panicky, l-like I can’t breathe.”

Slipping her hand into Sawyer’s, she gave it a squeeze as she spoke. “You’re okay, pretty girl. You’re doing wonderfully. Just take a few breaths and I’ll loosen you up a bit, okay?” Working as quickly as she could, she spoke words of comfort as she moved to each strap loosening them one notch to give Sawyer just a bit more room to breathe. “In and out, Sawyer. We’re almost done and you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Sawyer focused in on the hand that had taken her own and the voice of a woman she trusted immensely.  Obediently she focused on taking those deep breaths as she’d been instructed to do.  Once the straps were loosened some her deep breaths got easier and she visibly began to relax some.

Once Ainsley adjusted the final strap, she took a step back to survey her work. While Sawyer was still bound to the chair, she was able to shift just a bit in her place. “Is that better?  Color?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you.”  Sawyer could move the slightest bit and it made all the difference, still incredibly restrictive but she no longer felt panicked, she could breathe normal again.  “Green, Miss.”

Sawyer’s breathing seemed to be steadying, and the needle of the polygraph had returned to a more constant rhythm. Nodding, in response to the Submissive’s answer, Ainsley slipped back into her role, her voice even as she took her seat, pen in hand. “Good.  Try again.  How do you feel about the potential claims Miss Devyn and Miss Quinn are currently in a trial for?”

It was hard for her to answer but this time she went in with more confidence than she’d had last time.  “Like I want to be happy for them.  But at the same time it hurts to see that they’ve both very much moved on.  I care more than I should.  Some days I’m jealous, some days I think about all the what ifs but then I remind myself about the people I do have in my life and how happy they make me.  As long as they’re happy that’s truly what matters to me, I no longer made them happy but Davina and Cady do… so that’s good even if it hurts… that’s always been how I’ve felt.”  That was the truth.

Ainsley was relieved when the needle’s movement stayed constant, and gave a nod of approval. “That was the truth. Very good, Sawyer, you’ve earned another reward.” She stored away Sawyer’s response for later, should the other girl want to talk about it after their presentation, but made sure not to give it too much thought at the moment, wanting to stay focused on the present, not wanting to mess up at the last second. “Do you have any sweet spots on your body? Where are they?”

More pleasurable sensations sent jolts of incredible sensations straight to her core.  Her moans filled the room.  When she was asked the next question, Sawyer gave a shy smile.  “Yes, Miss.  I’m ticklish, mostly along my ribs and my sides.  And aside from common erogenous zones like clit and gspot and places of that nature... my collar bone is a sweet spot.”  All truthful answers, she didn’t leave anything out.  The pleasure that followed from the vibrator didn’t disappoint in the least and had her whimpering in bliss.

Ainsley breathed a bit easier as Sawyer answered honestly, and switched the vibrator on as a reward, before moving to the the final stage of their presentation. It was the part that Ainsley was most looking forward to, but she kept her expression neutral as she asked her question. “So far you’ve only fibbed a few times. It looks like you’ve absolutely ruined you chair. Do you think you’re turned on enough to orgasm?”

Sawyer bit into her lower lip gently once more as hazel eyes gazed up at the Switch.  “Yes, Miss.  Definitely.”  That wasn’t a lie in the least.  Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, very well knowing that she was worked up enough to cum from this experience.  Sawyer could tell that Ainsley knew it too.

At Sawyer’s response, Ainsley smirked, the remote in her hand. “I see. For this final portion of our experiment, I am going to set the vibrator on high and you are not allowed to cum, under any circumstances, for the next three minutes.” Without another word, Ainsley tapped the remote, changing the vibrations to a strong, but steady rhythm, relishing in how Sawyer shifted in her chair against the restraints as the vibrators intensity increased and decreased with her whim as she waited to see if the Submissive would be able to control herself. The look of concentration that crossed Sawyer’s face was honestly such a turn on, and she couldn’t help the smirk that came to her face as she watched, frowning slightly when her three minutes were up. “My final question, Sawyer, and do remember I’ll know if you’re lying: Did you orgasm?”

The response from Ainsley only had the color in her cheeks deepening and those hazel eyes widening the slightest bit.  When the vibrations were turned on, she braced herself for a wild ride.  Crying out in pleasure, the little submissive had to work extremely hard and concentrate as much as humanly possible to obey those orders. She didn’t want to be punished again.  All she could think about was how good the vibrations felt.  Ainsley’s smirk, the look on her face, it made it so insanely hard to control herself.  The vibrations kept her balancing on that edge and so very close to toppling over it.  Three minutes seemed like an eternity.  When the vibrator was finally switched off, she breathed out a sigh of relief, her entire body flushed.  Hazel eyes glanced up through dark lashes as she took shaky breaths.  “No, Miss.  I didn’t.  I promise.”  She hadn’t, that was the truth.

Ainsley could feel a liquid heat coiling low in her belly, and she didn’t bother to hide the smirk that came to her face as she watched the scene in front of her. She could tell Sawyer was struggling to comply with her commands, but she was still managing it, and that, mixed with the flush that had appeared across her body, was such a turn on. Once the three minutes were up, Ainsley turned off the toy, glancing at the polygraph, despite the fact that she already knew that Sawyer had managed to hold off her orgasm as instructed. Setting down the clipboard, she moved to stand in front of Sawyer, stroking her cheek gently as she spoke. “You did such a good job and I’m very proud of you, pretty girl. We’re going to get you out of this chair now, so just sit tight.” Ainsley took an extra moment to check Sawyer’s pulse, her fingers resting on the side of her neck, half for show, but half for her own peace of mind, before swiftly removing the restraints.

Sawyer felt a small smile grace her features at the verbal praise. “Yes, Miss.” She murmured, knowing that she was in good hands and relieved that it was over. Once the restraints were off that small body visibly relaxed.  And once everything was removed from her body she slowly got to her feet with Ainsley’s help.

As soon as Sawyer was able to stand, Ainsley helped her into a fluffy white robe before she reached into her pocket, producing a large lollipop and presenting it to the other girl with a smile. “Despite the few difficulties we had, you were a very good patient, Sawyer, and I was able to successfully test out my lie detector, so you definitely earned your treat.” Turning back to the Heads, Ainsley spoke once more, her voice clear and laced with pride. “Thank you for your time, Headmaster and Headmistress, and I hope you have a good rest of your day.” Wrapping an arm around Sawyer’s shoulders, she pulled the smaller girl into her side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she walked them back to her room for some much deserved aftercare.