#presentation4

Neither had had much time to practice, but India knew whatever happened, she would get to go be with Thomas after. That, plus Wyatt had the same face, and she knew his brother trusted him, so for today, she would extend her own trust to him. When Wyatt led the way into his presentation with India slightly back and to his left, he nodded courteously to the Heads and greeted them. 

After encouraging India to greet them as well, he explained they were going to play with electro stimulation. He asked her for her safe word, to which she responded “Themyscira” and then he led her over to a St. Andrew’s. As she stripped, he opened up his violet want kit on a table, taking out what he would need at first and preparing it. He put it down when it was time to bind her tightly to the cross, getting her spread and using a strap around her waist to just make her extra snug and unable to squirm much.

Once he had her where he wanted her, he picked up a basic head for the violet want, one of the smaller ones right at first. “Don’t forget, you can safe word if it at all passes your limits. Please say “Pause” if you need to, and I’ll give you a few moments. Understood, pet?” India nodded and replied with a, “Yes, sir,” before she went quiet, intent and while she was nervous, she also was excited to know what it would feel like.

The wand lit violet just as promised and he briefly got it close enough to his finger that the toy crackled and a stream of the violet electricity sparked against his finger tip. He felt he ought to know how it felt before subjecting her to it. He did his best to contain any reactions so he wouldn’t give her any anything to assume about.

Wyatt slowly ran the want over her, just an inch above her skin at first over her chest. He could hear her inhale sharply, sucking in her stomach to pull her skin back from it. He let her shy away this time, looking up at her face to see how she seemed, then he let the wand touch her skin, over her ribs. Lifting it away again, he brought it to her nipple and traced as the electricity crackled. He had always thought electro stimulation would not remotely be sexy, but he figured that had to be because he thought of it as wires going to pads, or clamps like jump cables closed on flesh. This, this was much more interesting.

“You’re doing well,” He made just to tell her as her body jerked a little from feeling sparks against her navel. He was slow with his actions, not wanting to surprise her too much nor have to warn her, so he let the wand slide down over her smooth torso before he slid it between her folds. India was squirming  from the hips, gasping as muscles in her thighs twitched and how her body instinctively tried to get away from the feeling as he rubbed the wand over her. Satisfied that he got her on edge, he again praised her for taking it well, then turned off and set aside that toy. Now he picked up a Mylar flogger, also a violet wand, in its way. It looked almost like a pom-pom in the way it was shiny and had so many tails. “This will also give you shocks when it hits you. We’re going to try it out.” 

This one he couldn’t try on himself much, so he just figured he’d go easy at first. He flicked his wrists and let them slap against the tops of her thighs, making her cry out. On the second lash, she said, “Pause, Sir! Pause.” She was panting so he briefly turned off and set aside the flogger, going over to her and gently stroking her tied back hair. “It’s all right, pet. Your legs might tingle a bit here and there later today, but I promise, you can get through it.” Stepping back, he waited for her before she caught his eye and nodded. Picking up the flogger again, he brought it down on her thighs again,  then once straight to her pussy, making her jerk and cry our. Her skin was pinkened as it would be from any normal flogging, but he knew she had to be feeling the electricity, the sharp shock, the heat of the electricity. Giving up that, he let the tails run over her stomach, careful not to look too pleased about how hard she was working to contain her noises as sparks shot out randomly against her skin. 

Cat had waited for Nick to arrive and then they headed over to the building and waiting on the time for their presentation. She told him to wear comfortable clothing as she did, not that he'd keep them on too long, and she walked with purpose to the door. Everything should be ready for hem when they got inside. She smiled at him. "How are you doing? Not nervous I hope?"

Nick arrived early to his pre-presentation meetup with Catalina, not wanting to risk anything making him late. He had on a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, slightly more casual than he typically wore. When he heard the question, he gave a little shrug. "A little nervous, Miss, maybe," he admitted. It was mostly nerves about himself messing this up for them both rather than about what they were planning on doing. "I trust you, though, Miss. I'll do my best for you."

Cat smiled at him and nodded. "I think a few nerves are to be expected. But just do as we planned and listen to me and we should be fine and good," she replied as the time drew near. "It means a lot that you do and I know you'll do you best. We both will." The time approached and she opened the door and walked in with confidence, trusting Nick would be behind her appropriately. Cat could see the table and chair set on the stage ready for them to arrive and start.

Nick was grateful for Cat's reassurance. "Yes, Miss," he said, giving her a tight smile and a small nod. "I'll do everything you say, I promise." When it was time for their presentation to start, he swallowed down his nerves and followed the Switch into the presentation room, staying a few steps behind her. He noted the setup, but he also knew he should wait for orders before doing or saying anything.

Cat walked up to the stage knowing that Nick was right behind her. "Stand next to the chair please Nick," she ordered before addressing the Head's and to lay out their presentation - that he would be bound to the chair and blindfolded and the asked a series of questions and statements. Depending on his answer, that would dictate how or where she would pour the wax on his body, the blindfold would add to the anticipation. Once it was explained she turned back around to face Nick. "Please undress and place your clothes on the table and then have a seat on the chair."

Nick gave Cat a slight nod. "Yes, Miss," he said as he stepped over next to the chair. He listened carefully to her explanation to the heads, and nothing caught him off guard. "Yes, Miss," he said again when he was told to undress. He folded his clothes neatly and set them on the table before sitting down, completely exposed for the room to see. It didn't bother him at all now, not after everything he'd experienced, and he simply kept his attention on Cat, wanting to be ready for her.

Cat turned toward the table and retrieved the pair of cuffs before moving over to Nick. "Please give me your safeword and limits before we begin Nick." She stood beside him so the Heads could still see both of them. Once he answered, she stooped down to cuff his ankles. She smiled at him and mouthed the words 'relax' and 'good boy' before standing up and cuffing his arms behind the chair. It was an unnatural position but not one that would hurt him in the short amount of time. Satisfied she turned back to the table and lit the candles there; they weren't as colorful as the ones they'd used before but they would do in the presentation. While they melted Cat picked up the blindfold and returned to Nick and slipped it over his eyes and they were ready to begin.

Nick nodded again. "Yes, Miss," he said. "My safe words are yellow to pause and red to stop. My limits are sexual penetration, anything causing permanent harm, and abandonment." He took several deep breaths as he sat still and allowed Cat to bind his wrists and ankles, then watched as she lit the candles. He knew the blindfold was coming, but he still pulled in a sharp breath when his vision was taken away. Bound like this, he was completely at Cat's mercy.

Cat reached out and pet Nick's hair gently. "Just keep breathing," she whispered. She returned back to the table and picked up the cards with the questions she was intending to ask him and i the other hand she picked up one of the candles and came back to him so they could begin. It was only 10 questions but a mix of things and then she would add the wax accordingly. She was glad they'd worked together before, hoping it would make things easier.

Nick took a moment to focus on his breathing before he gave Cat a small nod. "Yes, Miss," he replied softly. Her reassurance helped, and he worked to get his muscles to relax as much as he could get them to. He trusted her, and he knew that she would take care of him. He could hear her getting prepared around him, but he just continued to focus on breathing nice and slowly, in and out.

Cat smiled at him and nodded. It shouldn't be too bad but she wanted him to be relaxed as he could be. She looked at the first card and read aloud. "Alright first question: Carbon dioxide is made of what two elements?"

Nick cocked his head slightly to the right when he finally heard the first question. They'd talked a little about the type of questions in advance, but the questions themselves were all a surprise for him. "Carbon dioxide is made of carbon and oxygen, Miss."

Cat kept moving around him, keeping her location a surprise so he would need to focus on everything, her questions, his answers, listening and trusting her. "Correct Nick. So you get to pick the location of the wax." It was simple enough, right answer he got to pick, wrong answer, Catalina got to pick. The more he listened and got the answers right, the more control he had.

Nick smiled. An easy question with an easy answer, and he was glad that the scene was working this way. "By my collar bone, Miss?" he asked, trying to choose the part of his body that would hurt the least. He didn't want to deal with wax in his leg hair if he could help it, and he felt comfortable having the wax land on his upper chest.

Cat nodded though he couldn't see. "Thank you." Cat picked up the first candle and moved back beside him and slowly poured a line of red wax across his collarbone. No more than 3-4 inches and then she stopped and put it back on the candle. "Ready for the next one?"

Nick hissed when the wax first landed on his skin. He was expecting it, which helped some, but not enough. It seemed to take Cat a long time to stop (though it probably hadn't), and he nodded when he heard her question. "Yes, Miss," he said. "I'm ready."

Cat liked how the wax looked on his skin and she didn't want too much time on each time with it so as not to hurt him. "Thank you Nick. Next question, what are the three branches of government?"

Nick took a deep breath as his body felt the wax cooling against it, even while Cat asked the next question. He smiled when he heard it. "The three branches of government are the executive, legislative, and judicial, Miss," he said, pausing long enough to hear that he was correct. "My shoulder now, Miss?"

Cat waited patiently for him to answer. Some of the questions might seem simple but it wasn't a question of simple or easy but ones that would make him think a little bit. To listen to her and focus. "Good boy," she said, coming back to him and letting the wax drip along and down his shoulder before stepping back. "Next question, Mother of Dragons refers to whom?"

Nick sucked in a sharp breath when the wax landed again. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely a sensation for him to get used to. "Thank you, Miss," he said, relaxing more with the praise. "That's Daenerys Targaryan, Miss."

Cat smiled as he did good when more of the wax came down on his skin. He really was very good at listening and dealing with the presentation. "Correct, very good. Where shall we put the wax this time?"

Nick smiled a little at the continued praise. He was grateful for Cat's calming presence right now. "Is my other shoulder okay, Miss?" he asked, turning his head slightly toward where he thought she was.

Cat nodded. "Yes that is good," she said from his side. Another slow but short line of wax formed on his skin. "Now the next question. What body of water separates Great Britain from the European continent?"

Nick bit back a moan as the hot wax landed against his skin once more. "The English Channel, Miss," he replied. Again, he waited for a positive response before telling her where he wanted the wax. He was trying to think of places that were both less sensitive and less likely to have hair on them to get pulled when taking the wax off. "The back of my hand, Miss?"

Cat held up just for a moment not sure if it was a sound of pain or pleasure from him. But she was proud of him when he answered without hesitation. "Once again very good." She asked where he wanted the wax and moved around him when he said the top of his hand. It was less the the rest that she'd done before, just a small bit pooled just above his knuckles. "Are you doing alright still Nick?"

Nick moaned more loudly this time, not having realized that the heat of the wax would be so strong on his hand. He could handle it, though, and he nodded. "Yes, Miss. I'm good. Still green."

Cat walked around to the front of Nick determined to finish this as planned. He was good and deserved a good grade for this. "Thank you for confirming. Next question is: what are the first 10 amendments to the US constitution called and who wrote them?"

Nick gave Cat a little nod. "Yes, Miss," he said in response to the thanks. A bit of a smile tugged at his mouth when he heard the history question that was next. "The first ten amendments are the Bill of Rights, Miss, and James..." Crap. Was it Madison or Monroe? He always got those two mixed up. "...Madison?"

Cat raised her eyebrow; he was smart, not that she didn't think that before but she was impressed. She tapped the cards against her hand, letting the moment linger for just a bit. "Yes that is correct, and it is James Madison. Excellent job. What spot is next please?"

Nick breathed out his relief at having chosen the right founding father. "Thank you, Miss," he said, closing his eyes even behind the blindfold. "Let's go with my other hand, I guess? Just to make it symmetrical."

Cat smiled even with the blindfold he had on. "Your other hand, good, thank you." Cat walked behind him and carefully tried to match the first with the same amount and design. "Only a few more left now. You're doing very good." She finished, gauging his reaction and stood up once again moved to the next question. "What kind of triangle has three sides of the exact same size?"

Nick held his breath while Cat poured more wax on his other hand. He knew now what kind of pain to expect, and he was more prepared for it. "Thank you, Miss," he said once it seemed like she was done. "That's an equilateral triangle." He paused again to hear he was correct. "I guess... my chest this time, Miss?"

Sawyer was punctual, if anything, she was early.  She showed up as planned dressed nice, not that it would matter in a few minutes anyway but she wanted to present herself in the best light possible.  She nervously fiddled with the hem of her sundress as they waited to go in.  After the episode she’d had at the auction house where she’d felt her throat closing up and could just barely breathe, any situation where she was being observed now became a very real danger zone.  Thankfully, in this case there wouldn’t be a large crowd of people and she actually trusted Mateo but still, her fear were based on the reality of her condition and she knew she had to be careful… she had to focus on her dominant and on her breathing. They’d be just fine.

She looked terrified, Mateo observed as he came up to Sawyer. They still had a few minutes before their time slot began. He offered the girl a smile before he slid his hand into hers, squeezing her fingers lightly. “Calmate, carina,” he murmured to her, leaning down to kiss her cheek gently. “We’ve got this. Just breathe and focus on me, and you have your safewords if you need them, okay?” he assured her, his free hand reaching up to cup her cheek.

Feeling that hand slip into her own had a small smile tugging at the corners of those pink lips.  The kiss to her cheek made her blush a light shade of pink.  She gave a nod and took a breath, realizing that she had been forgetting to do that until he mentioned it.  “Yes, Sir.”  She murmured but then he cupped her cheek and she met his gaze, her own hand going to rest gently over it.   “I know my safewords… I have you with me and I need to focus on you… and I need to remember to breathe.  I’ve got it, thank you, Sir.”

His fingers sifted lightly through her hair, and he kissed her forehead, lips lingering against her skin. “Good girl. If you get scared, use your pause word and look at me, okay? I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Mateo told her softly. Keeping his hand in hers, he led her into the presentation area, bringing her up onto the low platform. He introduced himself and Sawyer, asking the girl for her limits and safewords. Once she’d answered, he asked her to undress, checking the wide, tiered bench he’d requested. A hitachi vibrator rested in the center of it, a length of rope coiled near the back. He helped Sawyer up onto the bench so she was kneeling over the vibrator. “I’m going to tie your hands now, sweetheart. Take a breath,” he instructed, standing in front of her, forcing her focus on him.

Sawyer leaned into the touch a bit more, enjoying having her hair touched and played with.  “Yes, Sir…”  She replied.  She knew the stoplight system and she knew when and how to use it. She held tight to his hand as the entered the room and when he introduced her, she smiled sweetly if not shyly.  When he asked her for her safewords and limitations she spoke clearly stating each hard and soft limit and that she’d be using the stoplight system.  When asked to undress, she did so and carefully folded up her clean clothing, setting it aside.  Once she was naked, she felt incredibly vulnerable but she swallowed back the uneasy feeling and let Mateo guide her to kneel over the vibrator.  “Yes, Sir.”  She did as told, taking a breath, trusting him in that moment even though confinement of any type was a soft limit she trusted him enough to keep her safe through it.

He knew he was probably reiterating, but he wanted to make sure she was completely good and aware of her choices in the scene. Mateo carefully began binding her wrists once she was in position, tying them to her thighs so she couldn’t straighten up completely. When she relaxed, her bare pussy would be pressed to the toy under her, just as he anticipated. Finishing his knots, he cupped one hand under her chin, guiding her gaze to him. “Color, sweetheart,” he instructed softly, needing to know where her head was at before continuing on with the scene since he knew the bondage would be the hardest part for her.

She appreciated the fact that he kept checking in with her more than he would ever know, it made her feel more secure and confident in the fact that she could and would get through this.  Sawyer watched him quietly, curiously, as he bound her into a new position.  Her attention and focus was solely on him but the silence was hardly uncomfortable; she found herself learning something new each time they worked together.  The tiny brunette sucked in a small breath when she felt her clean shaven, bare sex come into full contact with the toy below.  When he finished the knots, she gave a tug on them just to test how well they’d been tied; she found his work to be excellent as she was held firmly in place with just enough wiggle room that her circulation wasn’t cut off.  It of course made her nervous to be confined in such a manner but there he was, cupping her chin and commanding her full attention, checking in again.  For a moment she questioned whether or not she was already at yellow but then she thought about what they’d discussed and took a moment to study his eyes, to check in with her breathing- she took a deep breath and let it out before replying.  “Green, Sir.”  

He smiled softly, holding her gaze just a moment longer. He wasn’t aware of the specifics of Sawyer’s anxieties, but confinement was a soft limit he was pushing, and he wanted to give her the attention she needed to work through it. Mateo kept his hand on her chin, gentle but firm at the same time. “I’m going to turn on the toy now, sweetheart. You’ll have 20 minutes against it, and you’re not allowed to cum. If you lean up from the toy, you’ll get a strike from the crop, either on your thighs or breasts. Understood?” He waited for her confirmation, then stepped back to pick up the crop before switching the toy under Sawyer onto the lowest setting.

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”  As he flipped the toy on it was that specific moment that clued her in to the fact that she’d been sexually depriving herself for far too long and was probably entirely too sexually frustrated for this exercise.  Biting into her lower lip she concentrated hard on anything but the sensation she was experiencing from the waist down.  She thought about anything and everything under the sun that she didn’t find attractive, biting so hard into that lip that she thought she might break the skin there.  Finally nine minutes in she began to whimper, fingers and toes curling as she squirmed against the toy ever so slightly however she didn’t pull up from it quite yet.  It wasn’t until twelve minutes in that she lost her mind for a moment and attempted to pull up some for relief as everything was becoming far more intense than she had expected.

Mateo walked around her slowly, his eyes never leaving the submissive in his care. Every minute or so, he would murmur praise, recognizing the effort she was making in staying still. But when he saw those hips of hers lift, he paused, bringing the crop in his hand down against her inner thigh. “Color, Sawyer?” he asked, waiting for her confirmation, then for her to lower back down against the toy. “You have eight minutes left, sweetheart. I’m turning the toy up,” Mateo warned her before he flicked the power up, the buzzing more intense now.

Sawyer yelped when the crop came down against her thigh but the sting was a nice distraction from her throbbing clit.  She released a shaky breath, “Green, Sir.”  She put her focus on him and gave a whine when he turned up the vibrations.  Whimpers and moans left her lips now, filling the space with sound other than that of the machine and his verbal praise.  She squirmed a bunch but managed to stay against the toy even as moans turned to cries and her eyes watered up some.  She was still okay, she’d be okay as long as she didn’t focus on the eyes focused in on her.

His brow furrowed as he watched her, noticing that she seemed to be tensing up more than before. Mateo kept up his praise, tapping the crop against his palm as he moved. He kept up a running time, letting her know how much longer she had left. “Good girl, only 30 seconds left. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he crooned. Once the time elapsed, he turned off the toy, then grabbed a robe he’d brought, immediately draping it over the submissive’s bare body. “That’s a good girl… you’re all finished now, sweetheart, you did so well,” Mateo assured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek even as he started to undo the knots around her thighs.

Sawyer was so grateful when he mentioned that she only had thirty seconds left because honestly she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep this up much longer.  Her body and mind were in a battle- he body wanted to cum and her mind wanted to panic but she fought off both by focusing on the two things they’d spoken of- her dominant and her breathing.  When the toy went off she deflated some in relief but that’s when she noticed the others in the room.  When he draped the robe over her small body and began untying her he may have noticed the fact that she was trembling slightly.  She leaned in a bit closer to him and spoke very, very softly; her voice shaky, “... yellow.”  She swallowed hard.  “I n-need them to stop looking at me, Sir.  Pl-please?”

He worked as quickly as he could to untie the knots around her thighs so he could bring her somewhere less public. The trembling didn’t go unnoticed. Luckily, he’d just undone the last rope when she spoke, and he reached up to cup her face, forcing her attention to him. “They will, sweetheart. We’re finished, and we’re going back to my room, just you and me. Just a tiny bit longer and we’ll be alone,” he assured her, keeping his voice low and calm. “Put your arms around me, sweetheart,” he urged, scooping the girl up easily to cradle her against his chest. “Close your eyes and listen to my heartbeat… match your breathing to that.”

She appreciated how skilled he was at untying the restraints which she’d barely been able to move in just moments ago.  She focused in on him and nothing else once he was cupping her cheeks.  His words settled inside her and she obediently slipped her arms around his neck, closing hazel eyes to tuck her face in against him.  She listened to his heartbeat and concentrated on her breathing, doing what he had told her to do.  They’d be out of here soon.

Robin already didn’t trust Wilder, nor did she respect him, but she was willing to try because Charley had asked her to. Now…she’d barely spoke 3 words to Charley in weeks and couldn’t get him to acknowledge her existence. Which made her not give a damn about what happened to her.

Wilder had tried to talk to Robin about the presentation but the attempt were put aside as punishments happened. Now he was standing in the room, waiting for Robin and hoping it would all work out with what he had planned.

Hunter walked into the presentation room, trusting that Thomas was crawling in behind him. Hunter was nervous, not because he didn't have confidence, but because this was his time to show the Headmasters that his whining about his mark was with a reason. That he really was a respectable Dominant. If one thing went wrong or he couldn't control his partner, it was going to stick with them. Add to that the public humiliation once the list of grades were posted. Trying not to think about it too much, he gripped the flogger in his hand tight as he walked towards the middle of the room. "Thank you for your attention, Headmaster and Headmistress." He said with a bow of his head. "Kneel in front of me." Hunter ordered and turned toward the other Switch. He laid his items down on the table which really wasn't much, just a knife, flogger and a first aid kit. "Please repeat your safe word for me, submissive." He ordered. He knew Thomas was most likely going to hate him but he trusted that he knew that this was for the sake of a good grade.

Thomas hated everything about his life right now. Since he wasn't going to be able to do it during the presentation, Thomas glared at the other Switch from the moment he was told to get on his knees outside the presentation room door and as he started crawling forward. The second he passed over the threshold though, he switched his look over to one of complete concentration. There was no way in hell that he was going to look over at his mom while he was crawling on the floor, so he cast his eyes downward. The whole situation was entirely too complicated for him. His insistent need to always please and impress his mom weighed heavily on him, but he still wasn't sure if he wanted to be impressed with how good he could be in a more submissive role. He was determine to try this hardest though, but he knew it would take every ounce of self-control he had not to roll his eyes at least once during the whole ordeal. His first test was when Hunter told him to kneel in front of him, but Thomas was able to do so without showing any emotion. He did, however, cringe ever so slightly at being called 'submissive'. "Red, sir."

Hunter knew this was going to be hard for Thomas. He would definitely be a worse partner if it was him on his knees and he would definitely have to thank the other for that later when their presentation was over. While Hunter was a little scared of what was to come, the room felt a lot less heavy than it had felt during his first presentation when he had been in the submissive role. Hunter was raised as a Dominant and right now was the time to show all that he knew. He looked down at Thomas and nodded when he followed his order. "Thank you, good boy." He praised him. "As you know, we will be doing a scene involving knife play. Since this is one of the more dangerous practices of BDSM, I want to once again make sure we agree on everything." Hunter began. "If at any point you can't stand the knife for whatever reason, you tell me your safe word and I will stop safely as fast as I can. There is no shame in doing so. While I am practiced in the act, mistakes are always possible on my part. I want you to voice it whenever you feel unsure. You can use yellow and I will slow down or stop for a moment. With red, I will stop everything." Hunter said, making sure everything was clear. "Understood?" He asked. After the answer, he turned towards the table. "Please strip down. Your underwear may be worn if you wish. Then climb on the table and be ready for me to position you in any way I want."

Thomas once again fought desperately to not roll his eyes when Hunter called him a 'good boy' and was quite pleased with himself when he was able to keep his features entirely neutral. Even though they had already gone into detail beforehand about what they were going to be doing during the presentation, Thomas listened careful to refresh his memory himself on everything and to make sure Hunter wasn't going to try and throw in any surprises. Even though he had a high pain tolerance and knew that he most likely wouldn't need Hunter to stop or slow down, he did remember reading some criticism from the last presentations about a submissive pushing himself too much and well past his comfort zone, so Thomas made sure to keep that in the back of his mind. "Understood, sir." Since Thomas had no issues with nudity, even with his own mother in the same room, he stood up and striped off all his clothes, neatly folding all of them and putting them in small pile by the table. After that was finished, he climbed onto the table and laid on his back as he waited for Hunter to continue.

Hunter was glad to notice the boy listening closely to whatever he was saying. Safety was incredibly important and while Thomas didn't want to submit, Hunter knew he would do everything to make sure it was done correctly. The boy was doing well and Hunter already knew he would never be able to repay the other Switch. He didn't think like that at that moment though. He was the Dominant and Thomas was his submissive. He nodded when he received the answer he wanted and then waited for the boy to strip. The other was incredibly attractive and would've definitely distracted Hunter in any other type of situation. Hunter walked up to the table and rested his hand lightly on the boy's hip before reaching for both of Thomas' hands with his own. He lifted them up and crossed them before moving the boy's arms back over his head so his arms were crossed over his face. It was a slightly awkward position that probably wasn't going to feel really great after not being able to move for a little bit. Hunter's hands then moved to his legs and pushed both of them off the edge on either side of the boy. He pushed his legs up until his knees folded over the edge of the table. That way Thomas' legs were farther apart than they probably usually were in splits and it would most likely cause strain. "I want you to try and stay in this position, submissive. It might start to ache but I want you to filter away the discomfort. If you are able to handle the blade of my knife across your skin, you can handle this discomfort. If you move your body - your arms or your legs, that will count for five hits with my flogger. At any point you are also allowed to ask for a break to stretch your limbs. If you ask me politely if you may stretch your limbs, I will allow it. However, it will count for one hit with the flogger as well. I want to see you be strong mentally and physically. I hope to see you filter away the discomfort." Hunter explained. "You are also not allowed to make sounds, other than your safe word or when you ask me for permission to stretch your limbs. If you make a sound or you don't request what you want respectfully, I will add one hit with my flogger. Is all of this understood, submissive?" He asked.

Thomas easily allowed Hunter to move his body around into whatever position he desired. To help him mentally survive the whole ordeal, Thomas thought of himself as more of an artist's muse getting ready to be painted or sculpted instead of a submissive. When Hunter moved his arms, he was grateful that the other boy remember his request not to put extra strain on his shoulders. However, even with his arms in a more slightly more manageable position, he knew after a while it would definitely cause him some discomfort, if not pain. The legs, however, were another story. Thomas was somewhat flexible but not that flexible, and he could already feel his muscles beginning to burn at the stretch. It was good though. Thomas was an athlete and was used to pushing through the pain, so it was nice to have something to focus on other than the knife that was getting ready to cut his skin, stressing about how sterile it was, and if he was going to get an infection because of it. The second that thought even crossed his mind, his body briefly tensed up but once again he began to focus more on the stretch of his legs to be able to push everything else out of his mind. Thomas again listened carefully as Hunter continued to explain what was expected of him. He knew it would be challenging, but he was determined to try his best. "Yes, sir. I understand."

Hunter could see in the other Switch's face that he was listening closely and understanding what Hunter was saying. The scene wasn't an easy one and asked for a lot of concentration and working together. The position Hunter put Thomas didn't look uncomfortable at first glance but it was a position that strained and stretched the muscles. The boy looked very good. "Good boy." He praised after the affirmation. He walked over to his stuff, which were all in ziplock bags. First he had a brand new knife that hadn't been used on anything or anyone before. Then he had a new clean cloth that was also never used. He grabbed the cloth and grabbed the alcohol that he brought, wetting the cloth with it. Hunter then took the knife and made sure to clean the blade thoroughly. Once Hunter was conviced the knife was sterile, he moved back to Thomas. He smoothed his hands over the boy's chest which the other Switch had shaved after Hunter had ordered him to. Nothing better than a clean and blank canvas. Hunter took the cloth again and smoothed the alcohol over the boy's chest and stomach. Clean was clean. "Concentrate, submissive." Hunter said as he lowered the knife to the boy's skin, not pressing hard enough to cut. "Be a good boy for me. But always remember your limits." He mused. The blade was very sharp, not needing too much pressure to cut. A knife that wasn't sharp always had the danger of accidentally pressing to hard down because one might think it's not cutting. With a sharp knife like Hunter had, it took a lot of control but he had a knowledge of the amount of pressure that was needed. Hunter placed the knife just a little below the boy's nipple and slowly started to move it down, starting with pressing lightly to feel out the knife on the other Switch's skin.

Thomas wished he could put in ear plugs just so he didn't have to listen to Hunter call him a good boy anymore, but he also knew that communication was key to getting through this and he didn't want that hinder just because some of the things that Hunter was saying and especially what Hunter was calling him made Thomas want to cringe. He watched closely as Hunter took out the knife and wiped it down with alcohol and a clean rag and was quite relieved when the other Switch cleaned off his chest with alcohol. That helped at least put one of his many worries about this whole ordeal at ease. When the cool steel of the knife first made contact with his skin, Thomas' breath hitched and his whole body tighten, expecting there to be pain that quickly followed. When the pain didn't come, Thomas was able to relax a little bit more and he began to focus on other things, like the stretch of his muscles and some recent good memories to help distract himself a bit as he waited for Hunter to really begin.

Hunter was very pleased with the way Thomas was handling the scene so far. While it was something the other boy wasn't completely comfortable with, he was managing to be perfect for Hunter. The next test was coming though, as soon as the knife cut the boy's skin. Hunter was feeling that the amount of pressure he was putting on the knife wasn't enough and so he pushed a little harder. Hunter could see the skin split as a cut was created. It wasn't a deep cut, just a cut deep enough that the lines would show up. He moved the knife down, creating a line down the boy's chest. Hunter lifted up the knife to look down. The line had a few spots were a little blood was pooling but it was quite a clean cut. Of course a straight line was the easiest thing to do. Hunter hummed at his creation and reached for the cloth again, wiping the knife before going down again, creating another line next to the one he had just created. Hunter worked slow because of the needed precision. He also made sure to take small pauses to check on how Thomas was doing.

Thomas was in no way prepared for the pain caused by the knife, even as he tried to focus on other things besides that. It felt like one long paper cut down his chest, and his instincts were telling him to scream, cuss, punch Hunter in the face, or do anything but to just lay there and take it. Thomas was able to somehow fight against all the natural urges and continue to lay perfectly still. He began to take a deep breath but stopped himself since it would cause his chest to rise more than Hunter was expecting, so he opted to bite down on his lip to stop any sound from escaping and causing him to earn begin hit by the flogger. Even though he wasn't all that musically inclined, Thomas decided to take a new approach to making it threw the presentation. Since focusing on the strain in his arms and legs wasn't quite as effective as he wanted it to be, he decided to sing the lyrics of as many songs as he could think of in his head. This did seem to help somewhat as the pain from the cuts seem to dull just a hair and was more bearable.

Hunter noticed the difference in the other Switch's breathing immediately. It was expected, of course. The feeling of a knife cutting into one's skin certainly wasn't the easiest to ignore. Hunter tried to work with Thomas' breathing, pausing at moments he felt like Thomas was moving his stomach and chest too much. He noticed the struggle the other Switch was having and paused for a moment when the second line was finished. "You are doing very well." He said. Hunter created a small stripe above the second line he made before cleaning his knife again. He continued on to the next creation while being hyperfocused on everything that was happening with the knife and Thomas. It was like a dance, having to work with the other to make sure everything worked out well. At times his lines were slow while other times, a line was made much quicker. Hunter wasn't taking any chances and moving faster than what felt comfortable.

Thomas sadly didn't know the lyrics to that many songs so he had to keep repeating them in his head. After awhile, that started to annoy him more than pain of the cuts Hunter was creating on his chest. Before the presentation, Hunter had told him that he was going to cut a word or two into his skin. Thomas made it clear that he was fine with that as long as it wasn't Hunter's name or anything that seemed too possessive like 'mine'. Since song lyrics were no longer as effective as they started out to be, Thomas began to try to determine exactly what Hunter was cutting into his skin. He quickly realized that doing that just caused the pain to be more intense, "yellow, sir," Thomas hissed out. It made him feel weak having to use it, but it was either that or bolt from off the table. He quickly caught his breath and let Hunter know that it was okay for him to continue as normal. To once again distract himself from that pain, Thomas decided to take yet another approach. This time he thought of all the horrible things he would do to Hunter given a chance, and it proved to be the most effective distraction yet.

Hunter continued on being as focused as he possibly could. He forgot the Headmasters who were in the same room and the only thing on his mind was Thomas and making sure he wasn't cutting too deep or too fast. Half of the first word was already on Thomas' chest and then he heard Thomas speak when he was starting on the new letter. Hunter lifted up his knife and laid his hand on the boy's hip. "Of course, just breathe in and out." Hunter said, his thumb moving across the boy's skin. He then moved away completely for a moment to dip the cloth in some more alcohol to clean his knife. When he came back and got the okay from Thomas, he got back in. He lowered the knife and continued on the letter he was working on, letting the knife cut the skin only slightly. As Hunter already had some letters down, he noticed he was getting more comfortable with the movements. While it wasn't too fast, he did manage to make the cute with slightly more accuracy and speed. Soon enough the first word was clear on the boy's chest. "We only have a little more to go. You are doing great." He praised.

Thomas was thoroughly enjoying images of stringing Hunter up by the balls and using him as a piñata, but he should have been paying closer attention to his body. If he had been paying attention, he'd notice most likely notice a few important things, like his leg began to shake due to the strain every so slightly - not visibly noticeable though - and that the bottom of his feet were starting to be covered by a thin layer of sweat. The combination of the two caused his foot to slip off the edge of the table. Even though he was mentally cussing himself out, he was able to stop from actually saying the barrage of swear words running though his mind. He quickly recovered though, putting his foot where it originally was before speaking out, "May I please stretch my limbs out, sir?"

Hunter was concentrating on the knife and letting it cut Thomas's skin precisely. He was focused on the boy's breathing because it was important for how deep he could cut. When the boy's foot slipped of the table, it was a surprise. He lifted up the knife immediately and looked at the boy. Hunter made sure to remind himself to take a look at the boy's position every now and then to see Thomas wasn't struggling too much, even though the other Switch had to do that himself as well. "You may, submissive. The slipping and the question are 6 hits in total." Hunter voiced. "Take your time." Hunter said and moved over to his cloth again.

Thomas couldn't control the eyeroll that was building any longer when Hunter told him he'd have to be flogged five times on top of all the torture he'd already endured, so he closed his eyes and finally gave in temptation. Since he was laying down, the Headmasters would be able to see even if he kept his eyes open, but he didn't want to chance it. Since he was already being punished for needing to stretch, he was going to take his time and make sure his limbs were able to make it through the rest of the presentation. Thomas winced when he heard and felt his bad shoulder make a very audible pop and stretched out his legs, trying to wipe of the sweat onto the table while doing so. When he was finished, he resumed the original pose and let Hunter know that he was ready for him to continue.

Hunter made sure to give Thomas his space while he stretched and continued to clean his knife instead. He knew keeping the pose was probably hard but there had to be a bit more of a challenge to the scene. Once the boy showed that he was finished, Hunter returned to him. He didn't have many more letters to go so he hoped there would be no slipping after the stretching anymore. "I'm continuing now." Hunter told the other Switch. He got in close again and put the knife down to start the first letter of the second word. The 'S' was a more challenging letter but the curves were fine as long as Hunter took his time. The letter went without any problems and so Hunter could continue on after wiping his knife clean again. Hunter's muscles were definitely starting to hurt from the constant strain he put on them to make sure he was applying the perfect amount of pressure at the perfect height. He tried to focus as much as he can on the act of doing it do he wouldn't feel the pain much and he would rush. Rushing would always lead to mistakes. He was sweating and he was craving a big bottle of ice cold water but the fact that he was so close made it just a little easier. Soon enough Hunter was on the last curve of his last letter and when he was done, he let out a satisfied breath. "There we are, submissive. A title that fits with out scene." Hunter said proudly. The cuts on Thomas's stomach read 'little sub'. The lines were angry and red and there were some pools of blood and while some letters seemed more cursive than others, the words were clearly readable.

Thomas had faced many personal challenges throughout this whole ordeal, but nothing came close to controlling how he felt when he was finally able to look down and see exactly what Hunter had written on his chest and stomach. Since he was looking down at the words, it was somewhat hard to make out the upside-down letters. It took him a few moments to put it all together and his jaw instantly clinched when it finally sunk in what it said. The one thing that he never wanted to associate himself with was now carved into his chest, and that he'd have the reminder for a few days at the very least. He pushed through the fury that he felt and took a deep breath to calm down, doing through the same mental preparation he did whenever he was on the starting block before a race. Soon enough, he was able to once again push past his emotions. "Thank you, sir," Thomas was somehow able to say as he waited for Hunter to tell him what position he wanted him to be in to receive the swats so that they could finally get the hell out of there.

Hunter knew that Thomas wouldn't like what was written on his chest but because Thomas was the submissive of the scene, it would be most fitting if there was something on his chest that would mirror that. He could see the battle on Thomas's face and Hunter was certainly impressed when the boy managed to thank him. One thing Hunter knew for sure is that he would've punched someone in the face already if it had been him. "You're welcome. You were very good. You did however move and had to stretch your limbs. For that I would like for you to come off the table and put your hands on it, leaning forward slightly. I will give you six hits with the flogger." Hunter explained. He grabbed the flogger and then moved back to Thomas to make sure the boy was positioned like he wanted. When he was, he stood behind him. "You don't have to count, just stay still for me." Hunter told him. He brought the flogger back and hit the boy three times quickly after each other on the ass and back. In his own experience, flogging was best when it was done quickly.

Thomas let out a small sigh of relief when he was able to move from the table. Of course, it was solely due to the fact that he was finally able to move and stretch a bit. He was not, however, looking forward to having a flogger used on him. He had always been more partial to a paddle, enjoying the heaviness of it and the solid weight in his hand, but he had used a flogger once or twice on others. Seeing the damage that it could quickly leave behind made him thoroughly regret this leg moving since he could have easily handled just one if he would have asked to stretch. Thomas got into position and gripped the table as he mentally prepared himself for the strikes. As they hit his skin, he was actually relieved that they decided to write on his chest and not on his back as they had discussed or else the flogger would almost be unbearable.

Hunter knew the scene was a hard one for Thomas and he knew that he was going to have to thank the boy many times. Hunter took a breath and hit the boy another three times quickly after each other. There were marks on the boy's back but it was nothing dramatic. When he was done, Hunter smiled softly. "That was all, submissive. You did very well." Hunter praised. Hunter grabbed all of his stuff from the table and turned to Thomas. "Kneel and thank the Headmasters before crawling out of the room."At the end of the scene Hunter had made both Thomas's back and chest his. It had been an intense scene but it had gone very well in his own opinion. "Thank you for your attention, Headmistress Sylvester and Headmaster Schuester." Hunter said with a bow of his head. He then waited on Thomas before walking towards the doors. The scene was going to need some good aftercare.

Thomas got his hopes up that the first set of strikes would be all, but then he quickly remembered that he had three more left so he remained in the same position, knuckles turning white at how hard he was gripping the edge of the table. The last three were over soon enough, and Thomas was beyond relieved that the whole miserable ordeal was finally over. Then Hunter just had to go remind him that he wasn't exactly finished. He had come this far though, so he knew he could follow this one last command. He quickly dropped down to his knees and turned to the headmasters, keeping his eyes cast downward so that he couldn't see the looks on their faces. "Thank you Headmistress Sylvester and Headmaster Schuester." After that was finished, he quickly crawled his way out of the room.

Nate felt the practice session with Katelyn went really well and he felt confident as they walked into the room. He gave Katelyn a soft look, taking a deep breath in hopes she would follow suit. He ordered her to strip, allowing her only her panties to remain on her body as Nate rambled off her list of limits and that they would be pushing the need for trust in the scene by using a blind fold and ropes. He also explained to the Head’s that Katelyn would be pushing her nudity boundary and that this scene would not be sexual due to her sexuality, which even this would be pushing slightly. He even made a point to mention that he and Katelyn did not get off to the best start, so the trust wasn't there automatically with them and this was going to take a lot of trust for Katelyn to have in him. Once he explained everything needed, he looked over at Katelyn, making sure she was ready. "Lay on the bench on your back, darlin'. Out stretch your arms above you and spread your legs," he said, setting work to bind her ankles and wrists.

Kate still wasn't fully certain about doing this presentation with Nate of all people, but their practice session had helped her to relax some and to get used to submitting to this Dominant in particular. She pulled in a deep breath to center herself before she removed her dress, bra, and sandals. She was extremely grateful for the ability to keep her panties on, the field trip a few weeks back all too fresh in her memory. "Yes, Sir," she said when he gave her another instruction, having listened carefully to what he'd had to say to the heads. She stepped over to the bench and lay down, moving into the position he'd described and allowing him to tie her down.

Nate looked Kate over, once she was settled and bound, "How ya feelin'?" he asked, grabbing the blindfold from his back pocket. "Lift ya head," he ordered and tied the blindfold around her eyes, securing it before laying her head back down. He started slow, grabbing a feather and moving towards her, first putting his hand on her arm. "Just like we practiced," he said simply, "you'll feel me first and then you'll feel the instrument," he said, starting the feather at her shoulder and running it over her collar bone.

Kate tested the bindings lightly before giving Nate a slight nod. "Green, Sir," she said as she picked her head up to allow him to tie the fabric around her head. She felt incredibly exposed like this, but she knew that he wasn't going to do anything she was uncomfortable with and would listen if she safe worded. His touch made her muscles tense for a moment, but she gave him another small nod as she relaxed. "Yes, Sir," she said. She was surprised to find herself smiling a little a moment later when the soft feather brushed over her skin.

Nate continued with the brush around Kate's shoulders and collarbone, lightly going back and forth. "Figure out what it is yet?" he asked lightly, rolling it down the very side of her breast, all the way down to her hip before crossing it over her stomach and going back up the other side.

Kate let out a soft moan at the gentle touch as Nate dragged it along her torso. "I believe it's a feather, Sir," she said, not sure there was anything else that could possibly feel that light against her skin.

Nate smirked softly, "good girl," he murmured in a soft tone. After he was done with the feather he grabbed 4 small marbles and placed them on her stomach, but not before putting his hand on her abs first. "Keep your abs tight," he said, placing his hand over the marbles and rolling them over her stomach. "What's your guess, darlin'?"

Kate breathed a sigh of relief when Nate lifted the feather from her skin. One item down and... who knew how many to go. She knew something else was coming soon when she felt his hand again, and she tightened her abdomen like requested. This object felt weird, and not like anything they'd tried before. "I don't know, Sir," she said slowly, trying to figure it out. "A toy car? Or... oh! Are they marbles, Sir?"

Nate continued to roll them around her soft skin as she thought, adding a little pressure in hopes that it would give more of an idea as to what they are. "Good girl," he said as she guessed the object. He decided to use a new item, one that wasn't practiced and he just hoped and prayed it didn't freak her out. His hand touched her leg, "How ya doin', darlin?" he asked and once he heard the answer, he ran a sheet of sand paper down her leg.

Kate licked her lips during the pause between objects. She found herself enjoying Nate's praise, which definitely took her off guard, but she was ready for more. "I'm good, Sir," she said. "Green." It wasn't long before he was pressing the next object against her skin, and she sucked in a sharp breath when she realized it was a little painful--not too much, but definitely enough for her to notice. It almost felt like something designed for exfoliation, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Nate smirked again, "Good. Keep me updated if it changes." He continued to lightly drag the sandpaper down her leg and once he was at the ankle he lifted it, and placed it back on her thigh to run it back down again. When she hadn't guessed yet, he added a little pressure as he slid it down her leg. "C'mon darlin', i need a guess."

Kate nodded. "Yes, Sir," she told him. She took a deep breath and gave him her full attention, trying hard to figure out what this new object was. The roughness against her leg increased, and she winced a little as Nate rubbed it against her thigh. "Is it sandpaper, Sir?" she asked uncertainly.

Nate hummed as Katelyn guessed correctly and lifted the sandpaper from her skin. "Two more, darlin'," he said simply, grabbing the metal sensory wheel. His hand touched her thigh before running the wheel up it. It wasn't a sharp pain, but the pokes of the wheel were obvious against her flesh as he varied his speeds from slow to quick up and down both thighs.

Kate pulled in a deep breath when she'd somehow managed to get that one right and Nate pulled it away from her skin. "Yes, Sir," she said, preparing herself for whatever was coming next. As soon as the metal toy was pressed against her skin, she knew what it was, from their practice. "That's the... metallic wheel, Sir, isn't it?"

Nate nodded again, "mmhmm and do you remember what it's called?" he asked, rolling it up her thigh and across her hip before running it across her pelvis, right at the hem of her panties, pushing just a little harder over her flesh.

Kate 's breathing started to grow more rapid when he didn't pull the wheel away immediately. She trusted him not to press it over her panties, but it was still getting uncomfortably close. "I don't-- a Waterford wheel, Sir?" she asked. "Something like that?"

Nate lifted the wheel off of Katelyn and started to grab the last things he needed - three warm stones - "There ya go, darlin'. Or a sensory wheel. Alright, now here's the last ones," he said, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts. "Ready?" he asked and once he hand the okay, he placed one where his hand was, one on her sternum and one at her pelvis.

Kate couldn't believe they were already almost at the end of the presentation, and she gave him another "Yes, Sir." She did her best to stay calm as he placed three more objects against her body. Whatever they were, they were warm, and that actually felt somewhat nice considering her state of undress. "I have no idea what those are, Sir," she said. "Something warm."

Nate murmured as he watched over Kate's body, putting slight pressure over the stones to rub them into her skin. He rolled them in place, something of a massage into her skin. "Yea, they are warm. Are they soft or hard? Smooth or rough?" he guided, trying to help her guess.

Kate moaned softly at how good it felt to have Nate press the warm items into her skin. She still didn't know what they were, but she liked them, whatever they were. "Hard, Sir, and smooth," she answered slowly. Almost like some kind of... "Rocks?" she asked, wondering why they were warm, if that's what they were.

Nate "Good girl," Nate said, continuing to massage one of the stones along her collar bone and shoulder, "They're heated stones. Such a good girl." He gave it a minute before taking the stones off her flesh. "There we go, all done, darlin'," he said softly, slowly taking the blindfold off and giving Kate a moment to adjust her eyes before moving to the binds and undoing them, helping her off the table. "How ya doin', sweetheart?"

Kate smiled softly at the praise and was surprised to have her eyesight returned to her, even though she knew that had been the last item for the scene. It felt good to have movement of her limbs back, too, and she turned her slight smile on him as she got up. "I'm... good, Sir," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood there in front of the heads. "May I get dressed again yet, Sir?"