#presentation6

Tony let out a calming breath as he let his weight go. After he and Quinn had arrived, he’d stripped to his briefs, allowing the Domme to help him into the bindings on the apparatus they’d chosen. Once he was bound, the frame tilted, leaving Tony at a 45 degree angle facing the floor. His eyes slid shut to concentrate. It put a strain on his biceps and calves, but the light pain was nice. “I’m ready, Miss,” he told her softly, running over the parts of the body they had discussed.

The initial part of the Presentation - their introduction to the Heads, getting Tony’s limits and safeword, had all proceeded as normal.  Quinn allowed herself to settle into her own head as they proceeded, thinking of nothing except the task in front of her.  If her mind wandered it would wander to her previous failure, and she didn’t need to think about that any more than she already had.  Getting the submissive secured was a quick process, and she nodded at his assurance.  “Good boy.  Let’s start...here.”  She gave him two strikes with her leather paddle at roughly where his kidney would be, the double tap indicating that he should be thinking of what was beneath rather than the surface she’d hit.

Tony crinkled his nose at the slap of leather on his skin, but didn’t hesitate more than a breath before answering. “Kidney, Miss. Located in the retroperitoneal space of the abdomen, part of the urinary and endocrine system. Function is to filter toxins from the body to be excreted. Procedures involving the kidneys are dialysis, urinalysis, and nephrectomy in the case of renal cell carcinoma to cure it,” he rattled off without even thinking.

“Very good,” Quinn nodded.  Not that she could actually tell whether he was right or not, because her knowledge of biology had started and ended in high school, but it sounded right and she was willing to assume that meant it was.  Tony was incredibly smart, bound for med school, and he most certainly knew what a kidney did.  She circled him slowly, deliver small slaps that weren’t meant to be questions, before double-tapping the skin over his heart.  There was so much to say about that, after all.

He smiled softly at the praise, letting out a soft breath before just relaxing into the light slaps. The hints of pain helped him focus on the task at hand. Breathe and focus. Tony hissed at the double slap, then cleared his throat. “The heart, Miss. Divided into four chambers, used to filter and pump blood throughout the body. Issues can include valve problems, thin muscle in the walls of the heart, and irregular heartbeat, among others. Most fascinating procedure involving the heart is bypass, when a machine is used to pump blood through the heart so that the affected veins or arteries can be properly fixed during surgery,” he said with a hint of awe in his voice. Though it wasn’t a new thing, bypass still fascinated him.

Quinn stalked around him as he answered, her heels clicking lightly with each step.  She kept her head cocked to one side, listening to make sure that his answers weren’t becoming rote - after all, they were there to interest the Heads, not to lecture.  Fortunately the passion in his voice was very compelling, and found herself wanting to know more even though she hadn’t really been interested previously.  “Very good.”  Another series of slaps followed, spread all over his body and this time more forceful, before she stopped again.  “Let’s try something a bit more complicated.  How about...this?”  She delivered two quick blows to a spot on his abdomen roughly where his appendix would be.

The sting made him squirm slightly, heat flushing through his skin as the crop swatted over him. “Mm, yes, Miss.” Tony arched as she smacked over his gut, swallowing hard. “Yes, Miss. The appendix. Widely thought to be useless since it can be removed without much trouble, but it maintains good bacteria in the body, which can help with gastrointestinal disease. However, in the case of appendicitis, it could lead to death if the appendix remains untreated.”

Quinn nodded, trying to decide on her next target even as Tony spoke.  If they got too predictable, that would only cost them points in the end, so she decided to make a last-minute adjustment and hope that Tony could play along.  “You’ve done well so far, Tony.  But let’s try something a little bit different this time.  I’m going to give you seven swats.  The part of you that I hit the fifth time is the part I want you to describe for me.  I know you can focus and get this.”  She dispersed the swats quickly, and nearly randomly.  Foot, arm, buttocks...on the fifth, she rapped him on the head, indicating his brain, before adding two more swats to his chest.

Tony thanked her for the compliment, his head spinning pleasantly as his subspace began to take hold. His eyes blinked open to focus on her command. It was different than they’d discussed, but he hadn’t sunk deep enough yet to be unable to comprehend. “Yes, Miss,” he agreed, her title ending on a soft yelp when she began swatting him. One, two, three, four, five… “The brain, Miss. More specifically, the frontal lobe, the center known for housing the ability to problem solve, to make judgement and motor function. Subject to many maladies, including encephalitis, menangitis, brain tumors, cerebral edema and intracerebral hemorrhage. Also subject to many procedures, including craniotomy, where holes are drilled into a patient’s skull to relieve pressure in the case of swelling inside the brain.” He could have gone on for hours about the brain, his main interest, but he made himself stop.

Relieved that Tony had been able to work with her on the fly, Quinn smiled as he described the segment of the brain she’d indicated in great detail - he was extremely knowledgeable, and there was no doubt in her mind that he’d go on to med school just the way that he wanted to.  “Very, very good.”  She continued her slow path around him, delivering stinging swats on his thighs and torso.  “I’m not going to hit you for the next one, I’m just going to touch the crop to it.”  Lifting the tip to his head, she pressed it down over his eye and held it there for a moment to make sure he felt it.  There was no way she could have hit him there without risking damage, so a simple press would have to do the job.

He smiled at the praise, letting out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Miss.” Each little swat made the sub whimper happily,that pleasant swirl in his mind getting even more pronounced with each spark of pain. Tony closed his eyes, concentrating on where the crop hit. He flinched slightly when leather pressed lightly to his eye. “The eye. It’s made up of two separate parts, with over thirty different components. The human eye is capable of detecting over 10,000 colors. Most ocular surgery is done with lasers now, thanks to the advancement of technology. But it remains one of the most delicate places to perform surgeries on, because of how delicate the muscle and veins inside are.”

Quinn nodded, the crop swinging back and forth against his body as regular as a metronome.  They weren’t savage blows, or even particularly powerful ones, but on top of all the swats that she’d already landed she knew Tony was going to feel it in the morning.  “Not to mention that they come in so many pretty colors,” she murmured softly.  “You’ve done so, so well.  Let’s try two more, and we’ll consider your exam finished.  How about…here?” she tapped him on the chest twice, right over one of his lungs.

The rhythm of the slaps of the crop was almost soothing, the overall sting on his skin probably one of the best feelings he could imagine. “Mm, that’s… also a perception, Miss,” he murmured, his words almost slurred since they weren’t an exact answer. Tony gulped hard, nodding, stuttering out a breath. “The lungs. The main organ of the respiratory system. Though they’re covered under two separate surgical specialties - pulmonology for the respiratory tract, and cardiothoracic for the lungs themselves. They’re susceptible to many diseases, considering the amount of work they have to do for the body. The right lung is heavier and bigger than the left, consider the left lung has to share chest space with the heart.”

“Excellent,” the crop began its steady beat once more, leaving the ghost of red kisses up and down Tony’s skin.  There were very few areas she hadn’t already colored, but she was slowly finding them.  “Just one more, and you’re there.  Such a good boy.  Why don’t you tell me about...this?”  She tapped his upper abdomen on the right side, hoping that she remembered correctly where the liver was.  That area was crowded with organs, and she didn’t want to mess him up by indicating something other than what she was asking for.

The sting of pain was wonderful, but making his head spin a little bit past his ability to think straight. Tony sucked in a breath, shaking his head slightly, his brow furrowing to try and keep his focus. “The… the liver, Miss,” he said after a moment, figuring it was what she meant since it was the biggest organ in that area. “It’s actually a gland, and it works in detoxifying the blood, and the production of biochemicals for digestion. It produces bile, which gets stored in the gall bladder. The only way to fix failing liver function is a liver transplant, though dialysis can work in the short term. However, those who donate livers can still have normal liver function because it regenerates.” He let out a breath, sagging lightly in the bonds holding him to the frame.

There was a long moment where Quinn wondered whether she’d get an answer, but fortunately Tony did an excellent job of focusing and picked up on exactly what she’d wanted him to explain.  “Wonderful,” she praised.  Turning her attention to the heads, she raised her voice slightly.  “Hopefully you were entertained and educated, and we thank you for the chance to present for you today.  I’ll be taking Tony back to my suite for aftercare.”  She returned her attention the submissive, loosening his restraints and helping him step down from the frame.  “I’ve got you,” she murmured quietly.  “Lean on me as heavily as you need to.  You did so well, and I’m proud of you.”

Wyatt casually rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles before they were told they could come inside the presentation room. He gave Nick a fleeting and what he hoped was encouraging smile before he led the way into the room. He greeted the headmasters and instructed Nick to do the same before he straightened up. "Today, my partner and I would like to demonstrate the importance of give and take in Dominant and submissive roles. It shouldn't always just be the submissive working toward something and the Dominant simply watching and waiting to care for them after. Sometimes, the Dominant should be working to help the submissive do what they're asked to do, as a show of trust and responsibility. As we know, Dominants shouldn't always be thinking of themselves." His eyes flitted briefly to his mother before he turned to Nick and started to take rope out of a bag. "Strip to your briefs and kneel on that spot there," He pointed out a spot on the floor, starting to loop the rope to prepare to start wrapping it around Nick's chest.

Nick couldn't remember ever having been quite this nervous before any of his presentations before. Certainly he'd experienced his share of nerves, but this time it was different. Even if he had agreed to try and not let his official grade affect him for this, it was also his first time doing a presentation with someone he was seeing in this sort of capacity--and it happened to be the headmistress's son. He returned Wyatt's small smile before they entered the room, and he did exactly as he was told, greeting the headmasters and listening quietly while Wyatt explained the presentation. "Yes, Sir," he said once he was given his next order, and he quickly got undressed, leaving his clothes in a neat pile before he knelt down where Wyatt had indicated. He settled in on his knees and kept his body still while he waited for the rope to be wound against his skin.

Wyatt wasted no time moving around him, wrapping the rope around his chest, horizontally framing his nipples with two ropes to make sure not all the pressure was in one place. He then began to tie up Nick's arms, folded behind his back, looping that through the chest harness so it was all securely together. Once he was through there, he wrapped a few loops of the rope just above Nick's knees to keep his legs together and make it so he couldn't crawl forward. "This next rope is going to connect between your arms and around your neck. There will be some slack with your position just the way it is, but leaning forward will pull it tighter and the rope will constrict around your neck. You'll have the stop light system, but is there any non verbal gesture you want as a safety measure?"

Nick felt himself relaxing as Wyatt tied him up. Each new press of the rope against his skin was a reminder that Wyatt was there to take care of him. He trusted the Dom with everything, including this scene. He knew that the final rope was coming quickly, the one that was going to bring the challenge to the presentation, but he knew he'd be okay with Wyatt. "Yes, Sir," he responded. He couldn't do too much with his hands or arms, so his feet were the obvious choice. "I'll tap my feet down twice against the floor as my safe gesture, Sir, like this." He demonstrated the action, lifting and dropping his feet twice in a row in an exaggerated motion to make sure it was seen.

Wyatt watched what Nick had picked out, giving him a smile and a nod. "Very good. Obvious and noise making. Good use of the unrestrained part of your body." He patted Nick's head gently before he started pulling a new rope length in through the restraints on his arms and up to loop a few times around his throat, again so the pressure wouldn't be all in one place. He tested the slack and slowly moved around to the front. "Try to touch your nose to my hand?" He lifted the back of his hand out, just a little bit out of reach, wanting to check how it was before moving onto the proper scene.

Nick smiled at the praise and wished that Wyatt had kept his hand on his head a little longer before moving onward. He stayed still, though, while that last rope was wound around his neck and tied. He was grateful for the Dom checking it before moving onward. "Yes, Sir," he said at the order, and he leaned forward immediately. He could feel the ropes around his neck starting to tighten as he moved forward, but he pushed past it and pressed his nose to Wyatt's hand, holding the position and noticing that he was only able to take in very shallow breaths at this distance.

Wyatt was carefully observing Nick's reaction to the tightening around his neck, noting that the distance of his hand wasn't too much of a challenge. Meaning he ought to spend some time a little further back. "All right. I'm going to have you clean me up with your mouth." He started to explain as his shirt came up off over his head and was tossed toward his back. "I'm not to touch my knees to the floor or bend them and significant amount, but since that will make this impossible for you to safely do what I'm asking you, I will be putting myself in a difficult situation as well, since working together is an important part of all relationships." He opened up a jar of blackstrap molasses, wrinkling his nose at the smell before he pushed a glazing brush into it and then started to paint from his shoulder down on his right arm. "This is significantly less sweet than generic molasses, used more in dietary supplements because of its vitamins." Once he had covered the top part of his arm, he put the brush aside and held the back of his hand to Nick again, this time an inch or two further away. "Now, Nicholas, please clean me up..."

Nick had tasted blackstrap molasses before, and he knew just how bitter it was. He wasn't eager to taste it again, but he was eager to show off how much he was willing to do to please the Dominant he was working with. When he caught a whiff of the molasses, he did his best to hide the way he wrinkled his nose, and he just watched as Wyatt added the viscous liquid to his skin. "Yes, Sir," he said again. He noted right away that Wyatt was holding himself further away from him this time, and he took a deep breath before leaning forward to reach his arm. The sensation of having his airway completely cut off was scary at first, but he knew he could lean back if he needed to. For now, though, he needed to focus on cleaning off the bitter molasses. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick at the dark liquid. It was slow going with how thick and sticky it was (not to mention how bad it tasted), but he made sure to get Wyatt's skin as clean as possible, even as his mind started to beg for oxygen.

Wyatt really did want to believe that Nick would know his own limits were more important than being impressive, but he found himself mentally counting the seconds that Nick went on continuously, finding himself losing the game of chicken that neither of them knew they were playing. "Sit back, take a few breaths." He instructed, realizing he had not said whether Nick was to lean back when he needed or on instruction, so the Heads wouldn't know that he had panicked Nick was going on for a while. Hell, Nick might assume it was up to Wyatt. Shit, he probably did. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he reopened them, he stooped a little lower to offer more of his hand. "I want you to pull back when you need to breathe. Depending on the time you've finished cleaning me up will determine whether you'll get a reward or punishment, but I won't tell you which correlates to which, not yet." He gave him a wry smile.

Nick pulled himself back into the original position he'd been in, the one where the rope around his neck had a little bit of slack, as soon as Wyatt told him he was allowed to. He gasped in for air and tried not to make it obvious just how much he needed that rush of oxygen. The slight light-headed feeling he still had was actually kind of nice, though, and he would have had to sit back of his own accord within the next few seconds anyhow. He was glad that he'd made it until Wyatt's order, so it looked better for the heads... and now, if only he could do something about the taste in his mouth. "Yes, Sir," he said after a few seconds of catching his breath. "Thank you, Sir." Taking a short break made it much more difficult for him to want to lean forward again and get more of that molasses on his tongue, but he took a deep breath and leaned forward once more, cutting his air supply off completely as he got back to work. He slowly worked his way up Wyatt's hand and onto his arm, working for what was probably about thirty or forty-five seconds at a time before pulling back for air, gathering his bearings, and getting started again.

Wyatt pulled his cheek in between his teeth slightly to bite down on the flesh at how much Nick looked like he had needed the oxygen, but he was just glad that neither of them had seemed surprised or confused outwardly when Wyatt realized he'd forgotten to instruct that part. "Good boy." He gave him a smile and watched him after he went back to breathing and then leaning forward. The more area Nick cleaned, the lower he had to bend at the waist, just glad for all the work his mother had made him do, but he hadn't required to do much bend at the waist/hip exercises in quite some time, so he could already feel the muscles flexing, that faint burn. "Good boy... already almost up to the elbow. I know it tastes bad, but your dominant needs you to clean him off." He stayed in position even as Nick pulled back to breath, focusing on not locking his knees. "Are you feeling faint?" He asked when Nick had leaned back for breath. "Be honest. Do you need some water? I want to be able to help you complete your task."

Nick blinked up at Wyatt when he heard the question. The praise had been nice. It had encouraged him to push himself a little more, and he was eager to hopefully earn some more of it. He had to stop and assess himself, though, to answer the question.... questions. He was probably still a bit light-headed, and he was surprised to notice that his cock had grown hard in his briefs, the realization causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. He felt okay otherwise, though. "I feel a little faint, Sir," he said after a moment. "It's a... good faint, though. I like it. I feel... light. I'm not worried about continuing, and I promise to use my safe word or gesture if I need it. I trust you, Sir." He smiled up at him, happy to be doing this with Wyatt in particular. He trusted him, and he was hopeful about where their relationship might be headed. "Some water would probably be helpful, but I don't think I need it, Sir."

Wyatt listened and nodded, raising himself back up. "All right. For the sake of giving you back something actually wet on your tongue, we'll give you a drink. Tip your head back to accept the water but then straighten up to drink it or else you might choke on it." Grabbing a water bottle with a controlled opening, he pulled the plastic tip up and tipped it over to pour into Nick's mouth before he pushed the plastic back in and set it aside. That done, he got back into position, to offer his arm to Nick.

Nick 's smile grew wider, and he moved like Wyatt had instructed while he poured the water into his mouth. It tasted really good compared to the molasses, and he swished it around in his mouth a couple of times before lowering his chin back down so he could swallow it. "Thank you, Sir," he said. "That's much better." Once Wyatt's arm was in a reachable position, Nick leaned forward again. He was getting used to the way the rope cut off his air supply, and he went to work licking the molasses off his arm, making it just past his elbow before he had to pull back again for more oxygen.

Wyatt closed his eyes just briefly, unable to fight off the shiver that went through him, making the hairs on his arms stand up and the flesh raise in goosebumps. Exhaling, he watched Nick sit back, giving him the moment while he turned his eyes up to see the clock to check on their time and looked back at him. "All right, just a little further, I know you can make it in time." He lowered his torso further, planting his feet more firmly on the floor as he bent his upper body down low enough for Nick to get at his upper arm, ignoring the mild trembling of his legs

Nick didn't bother to look at the clock, though he was curious. He kept his attention on Wyatt and trusted him to get them through this presentation. "Yes, Sir," he said again, determined to work harder and faster for the last little bit of molasses he had stuck to his arm. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, immediately setting to work lapping up all of the bitter, gooey liquid. He knew Wyatt's position couldn't be comfortable either, and he wanted to finish all of this in time for both of them. He didn't know how long he was at it, but he didn't pull back again, and by the time the Dom's arm was completely clean, Nick's lungs were burning. He gave one final lick for good measure before leaning back on his knees and panting a little as precious oxygen flooded back into his body. "All clean, Sir," he said after a second or two, looking up at him with a dopey smile. He was feeling more light-headed now, but he knew he hadn't gotten to the point where he would have passed out, and he was just happy with himself for having done what he thought was a good job.

Wyatt focused all the attention he could muster on looking at Nick when it wasn't hurting his neck to do so, and counting, watching the submissive's face turn a little red even as it was deprived of blood flow from the length of time he was determinedly moving at, but he trusted Nick wouldn't let him down, wouldn't let himself get too weak or out of control and pass out. When Nick moved back, he felt some relief wash over him and he exhaled quietly. Looking from Nick to his own shoulder, he nodded and smiled at him. "So it is. Very well done, Nicholas, not passing your limits but also not wasting too much time." Moving around, he started to loosen the ropes, starting of course with the ones around his neck, the ropes becoming slack and no longer in danger of choking Nick. Not wanting to waste too much time on the untying, he threw things in his bag and undid the ropes around Nick's thighs before helping him up to his feet, arm around him to keep him steady as he thanked the headmasters, promising care and a reward almost under his breath to Nick.