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This was probably one of the first presentations that Nate felt so prepared for. He had to look up a lot about tantric sex, since he had thought it was just like denial, but it was so much more than that. He had spent several practice sessions with James, working on the more sensual side of edging to keep him where Nate wanted him. Between actual edging, sensual massaging and prostate edging - Nate felt that he and James were in the best place to demonstrate their abilities for this particular venue. He looked over at James who was naked as Nate requested, himself in only shorts, and smirked, "Ya ready?"

"Yes Sir." Jamie responded. And he truly was. He was a bit on edge but not in a jumpy or nervous way. They had met numerous times before today, Nate edging him in different ways each time. It was highly sensual and with each consecutive day and session he found himself closer to his most essential sexual self. He'd never done prostate edging himself even though he'd helped others do so. It was an intense experience and he was ready to see where it all brought them. "Completely Sir."

"Good boy," he whispered quietly, pushing the doors open and entering the room. "Kneel," he said to James, before turning towards the Heads. He explained that their presentation would be demonstrating tantric sex and that Nate had spent several nights with James preparing him and how he had done so. "He has not had an orgasm in over a week with regular edging exercises, which we will now quickly demonstrate as well, prior to the conclusion." With that, he turned towards James, "up on the bench, pet. Lay on your back."

Jamie thought that maybe in the beginning Sir Nate might have been a little intimidated or perhaps nervous about his blindness, but if that was true it seemed to have evaporated. He listened to the sounds that would orient him to the audience... the heads and knelt facing him. Keeping his head bowed, Jamie listened closely as the Dominant spoke. Jamie stood and counted the steps they had pre-arranged so that he could lay down on his back on the bench. His cock was already filling just responding to a voice that had been in charge of his sexual release for days.

"Good boy," he hummed as he walked over, running his fingers lightly from his toes, up his leges, over his hip and up his torso as he passed him, grabbing baby oil before walking along James' other side, trailing his fingers down the other. It wasn't noticable, but Nate tapped once on James' hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, to navigate to the boy where the Dom was. "First we started with massage, which is said to be the most sensual and easiest way to connect the body with sexuality," Nate said, remembering what he'd read from his research. He poured the oil over James' torso and hips, working his hands over the boys body to spread it around his muscles

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He shuddered just a little as the fingers slide up his body, but he kept himself under control. Though deep down he knew the point was this was about him giving up control. That was the hard part however. The little barely there taps let him know where the Dom was. It was an ingeniously easy way devised by Nate. He breathed in and out nodding slightly to assure the other that he had heard and understood. The oil was warm and slick and Nate's hands were strong and before too long he was breathing heavier. His body moved slightly in waves like his muscles were pliable metal attracted to the magnets in the Dom's hands.

Nate continued, rubbing the boy down his shoulders, his torso, abs and hips. He watched James' breathing, "Keep it calm, pet. In and out, nice and simple," he reminded, keeping the switch as calm as he could. His hands travelled over his hips and across his pelvis before going down his thighs. He watched as James' cock twitched, and when Nate made his way back up the boys' legs, he used both hands to coat the phallus in oil, stroking and twisting his hands along the length.

Listening to Nate's voice, lilting Southern drawl and all, Jamie calmed his breathing. Breath out twice as long as in. Focus on the touches to his body without letting them overwhelm him. It was just in time too because as the Dom's hands came back up his legs his cock was suddenly enveloped in warm strong hands. He gulped in a breath, but otherwise kept control. And it took a great deal of it because he was on a hair trigger. "Th... thank you Sir."

"Breathe, pet. In and out, nice and slow," Nate coached, rubbing the boy's cock nice and slow, both hands rubbing in different directions around it as he moved them up and down the stiffness. He listened to James' breathing, watched his cock start to pulse in his hand, the looming climax obvious so Nate rolled his hands down the shaft, over his balls and back up his body. "Good boy. Now calm your body, calm your mind," he said, grabbing James' hand to lift him to sitting on the bench. He moved to the head of the bench, "Now, on all fours with your chest down, pet," he said, allowing James to listen to his voice to gather how much room he had to flip.

It was beyond simply sensual. As he breathed in and out he got some control over his body's responses and the orgasm that was just right there looming on the edges stayed there.. on the edges delicious and eager, but for the moment under control. The hand was sure and steady as it lifted him up to sit. He nodded his head and managed to turn himself if not gracefully, then at least without any mishap. He got on all fours, chest down which raised his ass up toward the Dom.

Nate walked along side him, his fingers trailing over the spine of James' back and up over his ass, back down the backs of his thighs. "The next part is gonna be prostate stimulation. Which, is not about hard and fast, but far more caluclating," he explained, kneeling behind him with a lubed fingers, slowly pressing it against James' opening. "Deep breaths pet, in and out. Don't imagine what I'm doing and what the outcome will be, but notice each sensation as you feel it," he said, quickly finding the prostate - seeing as he did this with Silas weekly - and began massaging it slowly.

And that was the heart of the tantric experience.. the one he craved and yet at the same time resisited. Nate had obviously picked up on that resistence. Wantint to think constantly of the details. Of the why and the hows and the what it should be. This wasn't about should. It was simply about feeling and being. Feeling Nate's touch, being the body that was feeling the touch. Being the consciousness. He sucked in a breath as his body was breached, but pushed everything aside and simple floated into the sensation. He didn't concentrate on his prostate or even on Nate's fingers. If he did, he'd have surely cum right then, but instead it just continued to intensify. Like his consciousness and awareness was growing and expanding outside of his body filling the room with the feelings of pleasure and fullness and pressure.July 26, 2018

“There we go,” he encouraged again, “I want ya to feel the electric start in your feet and slowly climb up your legs and thighs. I want ya to feel it bubble in your stomach, deep in the pits of your abdomen, and churn up through your chest and shoulders. Felt it run down your arms and pool in the tips of your fingers,” he guided, rubbing and rolling his fingers against the man’s inner core, looking down between his legs to see pre cum start to drip against the bench.

Jamie listened to the words and felt that electric buzz moving along his body. Nate's fingers were inside of him working his prostate and part of his brain knew that, but it somehow felt like his hands, his finigers, his mouth... was everywhere at once. His legs, his chest, his stomach, right down to his fingers. And at some point his consciousness dropped away. The room wasn't there, the bench wasn't there, the coughs and sounds of the heads weren't there... the only thing that existed was Nate, his voice, and the body he controlled.

“Breathing so good for me,” he pointed out, continuing the the prostate and watched James’ cock twitch and jump. “What are ya feelin’ pet? Lemme hear it.”

"You Sir... feel.. feel all over. Feels so good." There was that small bit of resistence to giving himself up completely. It was that part of him that resisted what he wanted because of the fear of appearing weak. But somehow the week of denial and sensory play had chipped away at his fears. "I feel ready... ready to give myself totally, Sir." In that moment his orgasm didn't matter. His pleasure was deeper than that.

Boy did he love hearing that. Even the tone of James’ voice was intoxicating and arousing, his own dick starting to take notice. “That’s right, just feel, pet. Feel it through your body. Feel yourself lettin’ go.” When he heard James speak he slowed down his fingers and slowly pulled them from the boy. He got off the bench and stood beside it, taking off his shorts and applying a condom with lube as she spoke, so that James would know where he was the whole time. “Keep breathin, pet. Let the sensations stay in your body. Feel ‘Em all over and coursin through ya. Ignitin every nerve in your body and under your skin.” Once he was ready, Nate ran his fingers from James’ shoulders, down his back and over his legs so that James knew Nate was behind him. “Alright pet, now breathe on and out and let go for me. Trust me to control this for ya.”

Jamie was floating, floating on waves of pleasure and pure sensation. Even Nate's voice translated to sensations that he felt in his body as if he wasn't hearing it but feeling the voice. He nodded his head following the touches to place the Dominant behind him between his legs. It was getting harder and harder to stay grounded in the practical things, like nodding or responding. It was as if Nate could read his mind, read his body negating any need to do anything but 'be', but he did manage a quick nod as he breathed in and out and gave over that last bit of control to the man holding him in his hands.

He chuckled softly when the boy couldn’t even speak, making more to mention, “in complete tantra, it’s often difficult for the effected to make words, because right now James is too focused on the feelin’s of his body than he is their work and use. He is noticin more what I’m makin his body feel than the purposes of his limbs and other things.” Nate slowly pushed himself inside James, hands in either hip as he pulled James back onto him, groaning loudly as he felt the boy’s walls crush against his member. “Nice and calm, pet. Remember what you’re feeling and remember that I got ya. So ya just let me do it,” he added, slowly working in and out of the boy’s hole, “ya just enjoy how it feels.”

Nate's words were just a wash of sounds, pleasurable in and of themselves. James wasn't even aware of the soft smile that had settled on his face. He wasn't a body in the real sense anymore. He was pure sensation. He felt the strong hands on his hips, waves pulsing out from the points of contact. And when the Dominant slowly pushed inside of him it all exploded out like a star. He gasped without being aware of the sound. He surrendered his body to Nate's completely. He surrendered any thought to impressing the Dom, seeking his own orgasm, or maintaining any control and just felt.

Nate growled as he felt James from the inside and being slightly jealous of Mateo in this moment. James was breath taking as it was, but this - this was incredible. “Good boy,” he encouraged, “ya just let me take over. Let any noise and feeling just fall out.” Nate sped up slightly, his movements calculating so Cal could feel every movement the Dom made.

Jamie sighed as he was given the order to just let it all out. Sounds that he hadn't even really known he was capable of fell from his lips. Breathy moans in counter point to the deep growls of the Dom filled the space. He could feel a stream of pre-cum leaking out of him, could feel his muscles trembling. Pleasure sparked in every nerve as he approached orgasm but didn't ever quite get there. But unlike would normally be true, he wasn't racing toward that end. This... this sensation was where he was. The goal was in Nate's hands. It was his desire and Jamie only had to be in the moment.

The sounds were beautiful and Nate was desperate to bring out more of them. His own moans seemed nothing in comparison, but soon the room filled with echos of guttural moans and gasps from the switch. Nate reached underneath him, slowly stroking his bobbing cock, realizing the tempo was different from the one currently inside him. “More, pet. Let all those feelings and all the need out of your mouth,” he ordered, feeling the boy shake and tremble beneath him.

Jamie was unaware of the sounds that he was making. The sounds were merely the physical manifestation of all of the sensations he was feeling in his body. There were moan, gasps, even heaving sobs of pure pleasure. He'd never surrendered this much in his life.

Nate let out his own needy groan, knowing with James reacting like this, there was no way he was going to be able to hold on. Now his strokes on James’ cock were the same as his thrusts into his ass, hard and determined. “Alright pet, ya hearin me? I’m count down from ten. I need ya to let everythin go when ya hear one, alright. I want ya to let it all go and I want ya to cum. I got ya, I’m right here,” he promised. “Ten....nine.....eight.....seven....feel all the boilin inside ya? Desperate to explode out? Six....five....four...almost there pet....three.....two.....one. Cum for me.”

Jamie was there.. right on the edge of everything. The words were like the flame to the fuse. As Nate counted down it all built and built eight, seven. He felt every muscle in his body contracting and his breathing became just small moaning gasps four, three. He didn't need to pull back from the edge this time. He just needed to let it explode inside of him. one. He screamed as he came. His cock pulsed over and over on the bench, his sensitive channel squeezed Nate's huge cock buried deep inside of him and his whole body shook.

Nate held tight onto James’ hips as he came - hard. He wasn’t sure he’d seen anyone cum as hard as that before but it was amazing to watch and feel. James’ walls clenched so tight that Nate himself came as well, filling the boy’s hole, but he wasn’t even sure it was noticeable. James came for what seemed like solid minutes, just crying out and cum flooding from his cock onto the bench beneath him. Once Nate was empty and James seemed to be nothing but shaking bone and flesh, Nate grabbed underneath him, pulling himself from James’ hole to be able to prop him up against Nate’s chest. His arms wrapped tight around him. “Sshhh good boy, good boy,” he complimented, “Now just breathe, it’s time to calm your body,” he said in very calming, hushed tones while he was trying to catch his own breath as well.

James' orientation was completely gone. Where the audience was where he was in relation to anything. If Nate hadn't pulled him up against him he would have fallen. Normally any sort of disorientation was unwelcome and unnerving but with the Dom's whispered words of praise and encouragement he was able to stay in that drifting, untethered place, just nodding slightly, sightless eyes closed as he breathed and leaned into the strong body.

Nate kept him close, slightly concern James would fall if nate didn’t have him grounded to the Dom. “Nice and easy, pet,” he hummed, “I’m right here...slow breaths in and out,” he said, recollecting everything he’d read about coming out of a tantric orgasm. Once James was no longer shaking, Nate ran his hand along James’s arms until he was grabbing at his hands. He moved them next to James to allow him to lean against them, without it looking like he was doing anything other than stabilizing the boy. Nate got off the bench, “and that concludes our presentation. Thank ya for your time,” he said, turning back to wrap a towel around James and scooped him up - thank god for his swimmer arms - and help James back to his room for aftercare.

Ryder was hopeful this would be the last presentation that he would have to sub for. Hell, he’d claim Emrys tomorrow if it meant he could avoid this crap again. At least he had Ryan as a partner, someone he’d known his whole life and was comfortable with.  “Ready to do the damn thing,” he asked, as he slipped down to his knees and followed Ryan in.

“Let’s do this.” The nerves that Ryan expected weren’t there as she entered with Ryder. The combination of her love for performing and the fact that she was so comfortable with Ryder only added to her confidence. As promised, she dressed the part, tight corset that accented her tits just right, high boots, and a whip that hung off of her hip. After greeting the headmasters and telling Ryder to do the same, she ordered him to kneel right in front of her. “Limits and safe word, submissive,” she stated, setting the mood and ensuring his safe word was at the forefront of his mind.

His cock twinged as they walked in, Ryan’s ass on perfect display. His fantasy come to life.  Being called submissive was hardly on his list of favorite things, but he knew it was a cue. He took a breath, focused on just how fuckable Ryan looked and spoke. “Yes Miss…Limits: Age play, scars, public stuff, scat, vomit, kissing and um, just stop lights for safe words.” He cleared his throat and tried to appear more submissive, whatever that meant, he thought.

Ryan simply nodded as he reminded her of his limits and safe word, though she already knew their presentation was going to go smoothly, especially after practicing the way they did. “Good.” She pulled him up by his hair so that he was standing in front of her instead of kneeling and she was glad she told him to show up naked, not that he needed prompting to do so. She cocked her head to the side as she circled around him, as if judging him, her heels clicking beneath her. “Mm. I see why you’re such a confident slut,” she started. “You do have quite the fuckable body.” When she stood in front of him she grabbed his face harshly to hold it in place as she surveyed him from his face to his semi hard cock. “That’s all you got going for you, ain’t it slut? You’re fucking pretty but you ain’t got shit for brains.” She released his face and yanked at his cock. “Yeah. You can be my little fuck toy. That’s all ya good for anyway.” She turned and pointed to the bench that was behind her. “Crawl your ass over there and get in. You have five seconds. Go. 5...4...3...2...1.” 

Ryder was taken back. He’d never thought Ryan was capable of all this. It was like a light switch had flipped and she was most definitely in charge, no question about it. At first, he beamed with a little cocky pride as she took in his perfect form.  He held his head high with a smirk as his long time friend assessed him. And then, a turn for the worse. Slut? He’d never been called a slut before. It was odd. Okay, but odd. Then a shot on his intelligence. “Hey!” Okay, that one hurt a bit. He felt his shoulders sink, his smile faded.  He turned as she circled him, and then looked at the bench. Crawl? Things had taken a sharp turn and he wanted to maybe put up a finger and remind Ryan that he wasn’t really a sub, but she was counting and he didn’t really want to find out what happened after she got to zero. He scrambled to his hands and knees again, hitting the floor a bit harder than he’d intended and scurried over to the bench and up onto to it. He turned back not sure he’d made it in time, or what he was even doing listening to Ryan in the first place. “Ya’ll just wanted to see my ass wiggle,” he joked, though he wasn’t as confident as he’d been strutting in naked.

This was a headspace Ryan was comfortable in and while she normally wasn’t so harsh, Ryder’s words telling her that she needed to go hard continued to flash in her mind so she turned it up a notch, especially with humiliation. Her lifelong friend acting submissive-ish wasn’t going to be enough for her. She really needed to push him there and while she didn’t mean what she said, especially the bit about his intelligence, reducing him down to nothing but a fuck toy was the game so she needed to get him there. Ryan watched with amusement as he scurried over to the bench and followed behind him as she counted down to one, glad that he made it in time. She was already going hard enough. She bend over him in the contraption, locking him in the provided straps and testing them to make sure he couldn’t get out. She offered him a smirk at his comment, pulling extra hard on the strap around his face. “Fuck toys don’t get to speak - the only things I want to hear coming out of your mouth while I use you for my pleasure is ‘Yes, Mistress’ and ‘No Mistress’. You say anything else, I slap your cock. If you don’t follow my direct orders, I slap your cock. Understood?” She asked as she looked down on him, head cocked to the side.

Ryder grunted as Ryan shoved him into the contraption and started strapping him down. “Down girl,” he giggled to himself which was met by a sharp pain at Ryan’s hand. The strap pulled tight and he grunted again. Ryan was not playing. Thank god Ryder had known her his whole life and knew her. He knew she didn’t think he was dumb and he had enough self confidence to believe that. “Right. Got it Miss,” he said, pushing his luck just once more. Surely, Ryan couldn’t really be that good at follow through, right?

It was a good thing Ryan was a practiced actress. She was fully committed to her performance, to the part she needed to play as Ryder’s ‘Domme’ for the presentation, and with commitment came follow through. In order for the Headmasters to believe it, for Ryder to believe it, hell for her to believe it, she needed to make it believable. “You’re really trying your luck today, hm, fuck toy?” Everything she did had a purpose, even in names she called him, a progression, from submissive - to slut - to now fuck toy, reducing him to his role during this scene. She grabbed onto his dick one good time, giving it a few stroked before slapping it. “What’s the only answer I want to hear?” She asked, her hand visibly ready to slap him again.

Ryder winced at the name. Okay. So maybe she was serious. He’d met Mr. Fabray, and if his kids took on anything of him, Ryan would definitely be strong willed. When her hand touched him gently, giving him a few strokes even, he thought he might have broken her down, but then smack! He jolted in his binds, “F-Fuck! FUck...sorry. Um. Yes MIss. Yes MIss,” he said quickly trying to recover. Note to self, he thought, Ryan’s not fucking around.

“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected. “What are the only two answers I want to hear? Say them now.” She was completely in her dominant headspace now which meant the only way Ryder would get through this as smoothly as possible, the only way both of them was going to get through this smoothly, was for her to be committed and consistent and for him to just listen. Just fucking listen, she thought to herself. 

Stammering, Ryder answered, “Yes Mistress and No MIss...tress! No Mistress!”  He took a breath to get his mind together and then licked his lips. “Yes Mistress and No Mistress,” he said again, more clearly this time.  “Sorry Mistress, “ he added, hoping that wouldn’t get him another smack. He had to focus. He wasn’t the smartest kid ever, he knew that, and sex was kind of one of the things he was best at. He’d definitely been called a FuckBoi before, so fuck doll wasn’t that far off. He felt his thinking shifting. He should just stop thinking and starting doing what he was good at.

“Much better, fuck toy” she cooed. There was a part of Ryan that wondered if she was pushing too hard, but trusted that Ryder would indeed use his safeword if he needed to. So she proceeded, with as much commitment as she started with. “That’s right. You’re my fuck toy and nothing more. That means I’m going to use you how I want to use you for my own pleasure. I don’t give a shit about your pleasure so I don’t wanna hear about what you want or need and I definitely don’t wanna hear you begging me for anything. You do everything I tell you and there’s a chance I’ll let you cum at the end of this. But that’s up to me, we shall see.” Ryan stood and straddled him with her body, both of her feet on either side of Ryder’s face in the wooden block his face was strapped into where she looked down at him. “Understood?”

Ryder stared up with wide eyes as Ryan went full on Domme mode. He was stunned. He tried to nod, but of course couldn’t move his head. As he peered up through the oval opening, it occurred to him that it was oddly like a toilet seat, not a comforting thought at all. He tried to move his hands, but they were tightly held. His feet the same. “I- I understand, Yes Mistress,” He said, the bravado gone from his voice. What was about to happen? How did he wind up here? He felt like he should be really fighting this and protesting that he’s a Dominant, not a submissive. But it felt like so much work and just didn’t feel like fighting this. It was so much simpler to not think and just follow directions.

Ryan noticed the change in his demeanor, he wasn’t as cocky and outspoken as he usually was. The small part that wanted to pull back was dismissed immediately. She shook off the momentary break in character and continued on with the scene, an amused smirk on her lips. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.” She discarded of the whip on her hip as well as the panties she was wearing, leaving her in the corset and thigh high boots that Ryder requested. “You’re such a shit talker, I think I want to use that pretty little mouth of yours first.” She bent down over his face, her pussy right over his mouth. “I’m gonna use that fuckable mouth to make me cum, now stick your tongue out as far as it can reach, fuck toy.”

Ryder watched up through the hole as Ryan’s panties slipped away and then in his view was her pussy. There it was. His childhood friend’s sex. And it was getting closer. He forced the thought of second grade Ryan in the school play missing her front two teeth and singing a song about a happy little eggplant. Now was not the time. Why was he thinking anyway? She was right, he was a sex toy and sex toys don’t need to think. “ I...I- Yes Mistress,” he stuttered, licking his lips. It’d be a long time since he’d done anything with a girl and Ryan seemed like she’d have a very high standard for his performance.  He closed his eyes and put his tongue out as far as he could reaching until he feel the warmth of her. He flattened his tongue and held it out, unable to do much more tied down as he was. He whimpered as he waited to be used.

For the first time during the presentation a wave of nerves pulsed through Ryan. Being demanding and talking about using him was one thing, but she’d known him for her entire life and there was something about exposing herself to him in a way she never thought she would. Another momentary break in character, but she was determined to make it her last. She sunk down onto his face, running her slit right along the length of his tongue. “Mm yes, I think you make a pretty good fuck toy.” She moved her hips back and forth, creating a rhythm as she fucked his tongue. “Now tongue straight up, I want you to fuck my sweet little hole.” 

The warmness intensified until he felt her sex touch his tongue. He shivered. It was such an odd sensation to be held down like this, his tongue basically the only part of his body he could move and here he was holding it out for Ryan’s pleasure. Hell, the rest of him didn’t even need to be here. He could just be a tongue and nothing more. He really was just a fuck toy. The realization made him whimper again as Ryan started to ride his tongue. He stuck it out further, flicking it in and out to fuck her hole. His body relaxed, his hands unfisted, his toes uncurled. He let Ryan take control and resigned himself to focusing on being a good fuck toy.

There was a smirk on her face as he complied without hesitation. “That’s a very good fuck toy,” Ryan praised him as she continued to fuck his tongue, moaning and cussing as the pressure in her gut started to build. His tongue fucking her hole felt pretty damn good but it just wasn’t enough to make her cum. “Make it flat again, fuck toy.” Ryan lifted herself just enough for him to make the change before shifting her body slightly, putting the flat of his tongue right against her clit. “Mm fuck yeah, that’s so much better.” It wasn’t long before she brought herself to the brink of orgasm, her juices covering his entire mouth. “Fuck yes. What an amazing fuck toy.” She pulled back slightly, unstrapping his face so it was slightly more mobile. “Now clean me up.”

Ryder did as ordered without thinking. It a strange way, it was relaxing not to have to think or work at this. He was held to such a low standard, one that he was almost guaranteed to meet, that he had so much less stress than normal. He felt his cock twitch and harden as Ryan started to get more vocal and more wet. He groaned a few times as his cock stiffened and Ryan rode him harder and finally came across his lips. He chin and cheeks slick with her juices he tried to lick them clean and save any bit of modesty he had left. “Yes Mistress,” he said softly, his voice a husk of what it usually was. Flattening his tongue once again, he gently cleaned Ryan’s folds of all their juices, his face however, was still a mess. “Thank you Miss,” he said softly when he felt he was done.

Still sensitive from her orgasm, her body twitched and spasmed as Ryder went to cleaning her up. “You’re welcome, fuck toy,” she replied, her words followed by a slight chuckle. She enjoyed the fact that he seemed to be really playing his part well and he was rewarded with an affectionate touch to his face, she ran the pad of her thumb along his cheek, though she had to resist the urge to clean up his face. She wasn’t done with him yet and perhaps it would help solidify the mindset she needed him to be in. She stood up from where his face was and surveyed his body once more. He seemed more relaxed overall so she wanted to milk everything from their presentation that she could, hopefully even working in a reward for him. “Look at your cock so hard for me. You liked feeling me use you as my own personal fuck toy didn’t you?” She wrapped her hand around his cock, bending down so she could briefly suck the tip of it with her mouth.

The small laugh made him shiver. He wasn’t sure why but he couldn’t really focus enough to think much about it and soon enough her gentle touch was distracting him from any discomfort. By this point he’d completely forgotten about the headmasters or the presentation, he was completely in the moment.  Ryder tried to look down at his body, but the strap caught his head and he lay back down quickly.  He’d have to take her word for it. “Yes Mistress, I did,” he said. His words devolved into moans as Ryan’s warm hand grasped his cock. “Oh god please Miss,” he whimpered, forgetting all the rules she’d put forth.

Ryan pulled back with a pop, shaking her head in disappointment. “What the fuck did I say?” She asked, slapping his cock after each work to really punctuate the fact that she meant what she said. She grabbed his cock by the base and squeezed. “What are the only two things you’re supposed to say?” She squeezed harder. “Yes, Mistress and No, Mistress. You slip up again and it’s not just a slap you’re gonna get, it’s gonna be my heel in your balls, got it?” She held onto his cock until she got an answer. She wanted to end as strong as they started and that was only going to happen with follow through. They were so close to being done, she just needed him to hang in there a little while longer. 

“Ah fuck!” Ryder yelped as Ryan smacked his aching cock again and again. He regretted his mistake immediately. How could he have been so stupid? He’d begged and that was very clearly against the rules. He shrunk back in the straps and nodded. “Yes Mistess, sor-” he cut himself off. He wanted to apologize but perhaps it was best he stuck to just yes and no mistress.

“That’s a good fuck toy.” She gave it a few more strokes to soothe his skin a bit before standing up and turning around so she could face him once more. “I think I’d like to fuck that pretty cock of yours now that it’s nice and hard for me.” And she did just that, sinking down onto him and wasting no time, riding him as she worked herself to her second orgasm. “Holy fuck you’re an amazing fuck toy,” she praised as she came down from her high and removed herself from him. There was a part of her that wanted to reward him, to let him cum, but she refrained in order to really drive home the fact that he was nothing more than a fuck toy and fuck toys didn’t need to cum. “You certainly did your job fuck toy and now I’m done with you.” Then with that she released him from the contraption, pulling him up and touching both hands to either side of his face. The scene was done and she needed to check in with him, knowing it was far more intense than he was probably expecting. “Alright, submissive we’re done here,” she offered going back through her progression. She wrapped a robe around his body once he was standing again before returning her hands to his face so that she could lock eyes with him. “You did amazing, Ry. Thank you for trusting me with that.”

“State your safe word for the record, and strip.”

“Yes, Miss,” Nick replied. “I use yellow to pause and red to stop.” He didn’t hesitate to pull off his clothes, folding them loosely and setting them in a pile on the floor next to him. He blushed a little at his nudity in front of the heads, but he knew he should be used to it by now. Maybe it had something to do with being with a Dominant he didn’t know that well, even if they had gotten together a few times to plan their scene.

“Good boy,” she replied, and she gestured to the table on one side of the stage. “Go light the two candles on the table, then make a chart with three columns on the notebook sitting there. Label the columns Body Part, Candle 1, and Candle 2.”

Nick nodded. “Yes, Miss.” He moved to do as he was told, and the Dominant watched him for a moment before turning to explain the scene to the heads.

“Nick is going to be making a reference chart for himself. The two candles have different melting points, and only I know which one is which. He will be rating the pain on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most painful. Nick, do you have any questions?”

His tasks finished, Nick had stood quietly and watched for the last sentence or two of the explanation. “No questions, Miss. I’m ready.” 

“Good boy. Hold out both of your hands, palms up.”

Nick did as he was told again, his eyes widening as the slave grabbed the candles and began to drip a little bit of wax into each of his open palms, one at a time.

“How were those?” she asked when she was done.

The question reminded Nick to breathe again, and he wetted his lips with his tongue while he thought. “Um, this one’s a 4, Miss,” he said, holding up his right hand, “and this one’s maybe a 5?” 

The woman hummed and noted down the numbers on the chart Nick had made, since he wasn’t allowed to know which candle was which. 

She continued to order him to present different parts of his body to her, some more sensitive--like the soles of his feet--and others more tolerant of pain, like his ass. She didn’t always do the same parts of his body at once, instead switching it up so she went from stomach to thigh to shoulder and then back to stomach again. Each time, she kept the candle at about 6 inches from Nick’s body so that the drop wouldn’t affect the temperature.

As they neared the end of their time, she looked over the list and then back to Nick, who was breathing a little more shallowly than normal. He hadn’t felt the need to safeword in the slightest, and though his responses had started to grow more curt as the scene had gone on, he’d stayed proper the whole time.

“Interesting results,” she commented, holding the list out for Nick to look over. Candle 1 tended to have ratings 1 or 2 points higher than Candle 2, though Candle 2 had been more painful on his feet. She set the list down on the table and handed him the pen. “Write down balls,” she instructed.

Nick bit his lip and gave her a quick glance but other than that, he didn’t hesitate to do as he was told.

“Now grab one of the candles--either one--and drip one drop onto your balls.”

“Yes, Miss.” Nick’s voice shook a bit; he was okay with allowing someone else to do all sorts of things to him, but actively participating was somehow much more intense. He moved quickly so that he didn’t have to think anything through, grabbing the candle nearer to him and immediately pouring a single drop of hot wax down onto his right ball. He winced at the pain of the heat but otherwise didn’t let on how much it hurt.

“Rating?”

“I-- um-- nine, Miss. Definitely a nine.”

“Hm,” she hummed. “I wonder which one you chose? If you’re lucky, that was the hotter one, and the next one won’t be quite so bad. If you’re not so lucky, this is going to be fun. One drop, a number, and then cover it.”

Nick looked up sharply at the last part. 

“You heard me.”

“Yes, Miss.” He took a deep breath this time, and he knew he could do it if he just did it. He picked up the other candle and dripped a single drop onto his left ball, held out for him with his free hand. “E-eight,” he stuttered, just as he tipped the candle over, letting a pool of wax fall down onto his sensitive skin, some of it running down onto his fingers. He whimpered softly, not in enough pain to need to safeword, but enough for him to be glad they were finishing.

The slave smiled at him as she took the candle away. “Good boy,” she said, writing down his last two ratings. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“No, Miss,” Nick replied with a shake of his head. He pulled his hand away from his crotch and stood back up straight.

“Thank the heads, and you can gather your things and we’ll go get you cleaned up. I hope the list is useful to you in the future.”