#presentation7

Mateo had met with Davina a few days previous to go through the positions they were going to use during their presentation. He wanted to be sure they were absolutely on the same page when it came to what was expected during their scene. He also let her try on the corset, going through the various tightness fittings he was going to use, from the loosest to the tightest it would go. During the scene, he would tighten the corset every three minutes, allowing her fifteen seconds to adjust every time before moving into the next pose. Any type of fall would result in a tighter corset, and if need be, a neck brace that would have a similar effect. Once they got to the stage, Mateo helped Davina into the corset once they'd established limits, a safeword and a safe gesture, then up onto the ball, holding her hands until she was balanced. "Are you ready to begin, Davina?"

Davina was confident in this exam, mainly because it was ballet and something she had also done. She was confident in herself as she walked in. She stood still as she repeated her information for the dominant. "My safeword is Alabama. Public humiliation/degradation, fisting, tickling, extreme bondage, gender transformation, scat, vore, gore, foot play, medical play, knife play and breathplay are limits for me. My safety gesture is the peace sign." She told the dominant before she got on the ball. "Very much Sir."

Mateo nodded. "Good girl." He let go of her hands, letting her adjust to the balance ball she was on. He called out the first two positions, praising her as she shifted and held them successfully. The first tightening of the corset went smoothly, the boning curling more firmly against Davina's ribs to restrict her breathing. Mateo let her adjust for the alloted amount of time, then asked for her color before giving the next position she was to move into.

Davina adjusted to the ball after a few moments and took her time shifting into the positions he called. She took her time breathing as she had been trained as a little dancer. She felt the curling of the boning against her and it made her feel like quite the ballerina. She replied to the dominant that she was still green and then moved into the next position. She held it successful and then moved into the next position as well. The next tightening really made it harder to breathe for the blonde, but not incredibly so. "Green, Sir."

Mateo grinned. He slowly walked around Davina, calling out the next position, waiting for her to shift. Gently, he adjusted her stance ever so slightly, nudging her foot higher into the air. "Good girl, Davina," he murmured when she maintained her balance even through his touch. He had her hold that position for longer until he called for her to relax, going to tighten the corset again and helping her up onto the ball. "Both feet down and give me your color," he instructed softly, taking in the posture and stance to visually ensure himself that Davina was all right.

Davina was glad he was there and helping her get the positions exactly right, which is what she liked herself. The ball was hard to balance on and she found herself counting as she breathed under her breathe, holding herself perfectly. She felt him tightening the corset again as she relaxed, making the blonde start to feel hot and she breathed in as much air as she could but it wasn't enough, which she knew was the point. When he asked for her color, she answered promptly. "It's yellow, I just need a moment to adjust please, Sir."

Mateo nodded. "Take your time, darling," he said, stepping back closer to her to hold her hips, making sure she stayed balanced while she adjusted to the tighter corset. "You're doing very well, Davina. We're nearly finished - just three more, and one more tightening." Then he was planning on taking her back to his room for a mini Game of Thrones marathon while making sure her ribs were all right and she didn't drop in the slightest. "When you're ready, tap my hands and I'll give you the next position."

Davina took a moment to just adjust, glad that she didn't make him mad or anything like that, That was the best thing. She just take a moment to relax as he helped her balance. She gave the dominant a smile, one of her more genuine ones than the others later. "Yes, Sir. I understand." After another breathe, she was ready. She didn't expect this to be easy, she just wanted to be ready as possible. Tapping his hands, she waited for Mateo to move before she told the next position and she moved into it, feeling the dominant correct her posture. This time she had to adjust her leg to keep straight but she was balanced, her core tight.

Mateo knew the corset was quite tight on her by now. Maintaining the balance she needed with her breathing restricted like it was had to be difficult. He wanted her to do well - to stay up there for him - so the need to adjust was one he knew was necessary. He stepped back when she tapped at his hands, smiling up at her. Once more, he nudged her leg a bit higher, straightening her knee, impressed when she hardly wavered as she was touched. His focus remained on the girl in front of him, not only observing her posture, but her color and breathing. "All right. Relax, Davina. One more lacing, then you're going to hold the final position until I tell you to move, Understood?" He helped her down, tugging the corset even tighter. Then he helped her onto the ball, holding her there and asking her color after a few long moments. "If it's green, tap my hand. Two taps for yellow," he murmured, knowing speaking would be a bit more difficult now.

Davina knew that there were going to be impressions in her skin from the corset but she had managed to hold the positions on top of a balance ball and hadn't fell. She was proud of being able to do that for the dominant. She relaxed again when he signaled it was time for the last position and final tightening. She really did feel like a ballerina right now. as he did so. She couldn't really speak at moment, but she still was able to communicate. This time she knew that she definitely needed an adjustment. She gave two taps and took her time before she finally tapped once for go and moved into the final position. Her balance was off, she knew that as soon as moved into it, but she adjusted herself and began counting.

Knowing that Tina enjoyed orgasm denial scenes, that was what Mike had decided to go with for their presentation. His set up consisted only of an inflatable with a large vibrating dildo:

At the start of their time, Mike confirmed Tina’s safeword and limits before explaining his concept to the Headmistress and Headmaster. She was to ride the dildo through the entire length of the presentation without having an orgasm. After the first few minutes, Mike would turn on the vibrations, steadily turning it up until it maxed out near the end. He’d also be touching and teasing her throughout the presentation. If she came, she’d be punished with a riding crop to the clit. The sooner she failed, the longer and harder the punishment. “Are you ready, Tina?”

This was Tina’s first presentation and she was nervous, but tried not to show it.  Nodding, she swallowed hard and tried to avoid the gaze of the headmistress and master.  “Yes, Sir.”  Tina said softly.  “I’m ready.”

He had her strip, then seat herself on the inflatable with the dildo deep inside her. He restrained her hands behind her back with bondage tape for a little added difficulty. “You may begin.”

With her heart pounding, Tina swallowed hard and sat down on the dildo, giving herself some time to adjust.  She tugged on the tape slightly and met Mike’s gaze.  At his instruction, Tina started to rock and work up and down on the dildo, her lip between her teeth as she focused on keeping her emotions and feelings under wraps.

At first, Mike just watched her work herself on the dildo for a couple of minutes. Then he turned on the vibrations at a low level, moved around behind her, and knelt to play with her nipples for a couple of minutes, tweaking and teasing them as her breasts bounced along with the rest of them.

Exhaling loudly through her nose, Tina arched into Mike’s touch as his fingers tugged on her breasts and nipples.  “Shit.”  She mumbled under her breath as the vibrations ran through her body.  Taking her cheek between her teeth, she bit down as she focused not wanting to be punished on her first presentation.

Mike ran his hands all over her body, lingering on her ass and thighs, before increasing the vibrations to a medium level. “I think this has been too easy so far, my girl.” He lightly slapped her ass a couple of times, urging her to pick up the pace. “Faster. We want to see you fuck herself harder than that.” As she obeyed, he nodded in approval. “I expect you to keep that pace up for the rest of our time. If you slow down, I might have to break out the crop early.”

“Y-Yes sir.”  Tina moaned softly, hating the way her voice sounded.  Picking up the pace, TIna started to move faster as the dildo slid deep inside of her body.  Her body was quivering, a heat washing over her as she knew her orgasm awaited.  Instead she bared down and fought the feeling, thinking of ANYTHING to keep her focused.

Mike glanced at the time every so often, and in the last three minutes, he turned the vibrations up to their maximum level. “Hold out for me, Tina. You can do it.” But he had to admit, a part of him wanted her to fail. Slowly, he trailed her fingers down her frantically moving body once more, but this time he didn’t hold back, teasing his fingers down between her legs, then rubbing as much of her as he could reach in a circular motion.

Her moans were sliding from her mouth at a steady rhythm as she moved fast on the dildo.  Sweat beaded up and rolled down her body from the effort of trying to hold her orgasm back.  Her muscles ached from the effort, her head throbbing, waiting to hear the words that she needed.

As she successfully reached the last minute of their time, Mike spoke again, loud enough for the heads to hear him. “We’re at the end. Good girl. I think you’ve earned this: cum for me, girl.”  His fingers sped up, working in a tighter, firmer circle directly over her clit.

Finally.  Success.  Tna heard the words she needed and she allowed her body to relax as she came violently.  Her body shook, her teeth clenched, her eyes rolling back into her head.  Her body was tight and the orgasm took over her body until it finished and she relaxed, slumping against Mike.

Nate gave Cal what time he needed to get out the answer to the Dom’s question. “Good boy,” he said with a smile, “so in this game I’m gonna be the leader. If ever I say “Simon Says,” you’re to complete the task and do nothin’ else until I say Simon Says again, understood? I may throw somethin’ into the works that’s meant to distract ya, but you’re only job is to do only what I say, understood?” He asked, waiting both for Cal's answer and if he had any other questions. “Good boy. Alright we’re gonna start easier and work our way up in difficulty,” he explained, pulling up a chair near the boy. “Focus on me and what I say,” he reminded Cal. “Simon says start with push ups.”

Cal matched Nate’s smile with one of his own. Having that ‘Good boy’ made such a difference. He listened respectfully. “I understand, Sir.” He also nodded so the Dom would be sure. He dropped down and started to do push ups as soon as the direction was given.

Nate watched a moment and when Cal got to about ten push ups he said, “Simon Says stop. Simon says stand. Simon says do jumping jacks.”

Standing up Cal caught sight of the administrators and he stumbled a bit, but Nate’s calm strong words brought him back to the task. He started doing jumping jacks. Luckily he was getting a little winded and was concentrating on what Nate might have him do next or he would have felt embarrassed about his altogether bouncing around in front of strangers… important strangers.

Again, Nate watched a moment, paying attention to Cal’s body as he continued. “Simon says stop,” he announced again, followed by, “Good boy. Now lay down.”

Happy to stop, Cal’s breath quickly returned to normal. He was about to comply, but realized that there had been no Simon Says and so remained standing, arms at his side, head bowed respectfully. He felt incredibly vulnerable in that moment exposed as he was.

Nate waited, smiling as Cal remained standing. “Good boy,” he murmured, walking over and running his fingers through Cal’s hair. Nate brought out his phone turning on the audio for busy traffic sounds - fast cars, yelling voices, honking, etc. he placed the phone one the table to continue its playing, “Simon Says spread your legs and bend down to touch the floor.”

The cacophony caught him off guard for a moment even though they’d practiced it. It did it’s job though. Spreading his legs like that with everything exposed in front of everyone would have been pretty much impossible before Sir Nate figured all of this out. He did as he was told spreading his legs and bending down to touch the floor.

Nate was impressed that Cal was holding himself together so well, especially since Nate knew this was difficult for him. Once Cal was in the toe touch, Nate started dropping books near the boy, “stand up,” he said, a little loud and stoic, “then get down again.”

Cal startled at the first book dropping and the clear order in the Dominant’s voice had him standing up straight before he remembered the game. “Sorry!” He went back down into a toe touch, but he knew he’d messed up and a flush crept up his neck and chest to his cheeks.

Nate thought the distraction might have gotten to Cal, which proved to be true when he didn’t follow the rules of the game. Nate grabbed a crop, giving Cal two swats to his ass, “Do ya know your two mistakes ya just made?” he asked.

Cal yelped a bit and bit his lip to keep from crying at the sting. “Yes Sir. I was listening to the noise and not to your orders Sir. I stood up when you didn’t say Simon Says. I’m sorry Sir.” He kept his head bowed and his hands held respectfully behind his back. Part of him really wanted to rub at his stinging butt cheek, but he resisted with all of his ability. He also wanted to look up at Nate and see if he was angry, but he knew he had to trust the Dominant.

“That’s right. Good boy,” he moaned, keeping Cal in the position for just a minute before rubbing his hand lightly over the pinked area. “Alright, Simon says stand,” he told Cal and waited for him to comply before standing in front of him, blocking the view of the Heads for a minute. “Good boy,” he said with a smile, “we’re all done now,” he said before standing in front of the Heads again. “And we’re done, so go ahead and get your clothes back on for me.”

Cal stood and let his hands fall naturally to his sides. He nodded his head and let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding. He even let a small smile out to play for Sir Nate. He had been such a good and patient Dom for him. “Thank you Sir.” He bowed his head to Nate and then with a gulp of nerves to the Heads before quickly dressing, feeling so much better with his clothes on, though the blush still stood out on his cheeks.

Robin tried to breathe evenly as Pepper began to strap the girl down. She was very nervous but she trusted the Domme completely. “Lima Ohio, Miss,” she answered, “with me mother, her submissive, two slaves and my brothers, Wyatt and Thomas Sylvester.” She wasn’t totally sure where Pepper was going with this, asking questions the Domme already knew the answers to. “Josephine Clarington, Miss.” the next one made Robin stutter because her mother didn’t know this story. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, eyes to the floor. “When I was 15, Miss. his name was Derek and he was second string safety for our football team. I snuck him up to my room when everyone was asleep.”

Pepper kept herself very poised as she got Robin into the position she wanted her in, her questions things she already knew and others she didn't. She knew it was something very hard for Robin to talk about in front of her mother, who probably didn't know these details. As Robin answered, the domme began cutting her clothes off,letting the safe side of the metal slide against Robin's skin. "Your first sexual encounter with a girl: who, where and how old were you for that?" She asked, cutting the side of her panties and Pepper ripping them away to join a discarded pile of cut fabrics. "And where did you go to high school? What grades did you get? What activities were you involved in?" She asked as she finished cutting away the clothes and tying the strap around her torso so she couldn't move. Standing back, she pulled a white board in front of Robin and began writing down her previous answers. "Now, I have a baseline of your honesty. Some questions will be difficult during my interrogation of you, but the only way to avoid my tazapper on a high setting is to be very honest. Do you understand?"

Robin could feel the excitement build as she watched the clothes get cut away and fall from her body. “Umm I think I was 17...no, no I was 18, Miss. It was senior year of High school.

Robin it was after our 4th consecutive National Cheer competition where we took first place and me and one of the other girls were flirting in the hotel room celebrating and ended up having sex in the jacuzzi tub.” She could feel her skin go red with embarrassment knowing her mother was hearing about all her sexual exploits in High School. “I went to McKinley High School in Lima, Miss. my grades were always straight A’s and I graduated with a 4.2 gpa,” she said a little proudly. “I just did Cheer and studying, Miss. had a lot of AP classes which took more time and dedication.” Tobin watched as the board came in front of her and her answers appearing in print. “Very honest...yes, Miss,” she repeated, giving a go at seeing how tight the bonds were and finding very little wiggle room.

Pepper stood back to look at Robin as she turned a delightful color of red during this question. It was interesting to hear these answers from Robin and she sat down the scissors, getting the tazapper out and listened to her talk. She turned the toy on a low setting before she wrote down some of the information, she was saying. She was proud to hear the girl had done so well, but she couldn't let her know her. She gave a short hum to her answers and then saw her testing the bonds. She brought the electro-stimulation toy against Robin, shaking her head. "You can't escape right now, little girl. But it's cute you tried. Next attempt will be taken more seriously." She told her before taking out the fleshlight. "How much do you weigh? How many people have you fucked? What sex toys do you own?”

Robin swallowed hard as she say the toy, hearing it buzz lowly. She looked up as Pepper still wrote, seeing all the truths in black and white. She gasped when the zapper came closer and her body instinctively tried to wiggle away before quickly settling after Pepper spoke. “I understand Miss,” she said softly. At the litany of questions, Robin tried notto focus on the zappe so close to her skin. “110 pounds. Umm...maybe about 15 people I think. I have nipple clamps, a hitachi, but plugs, anal beads, rabbit vibrator, dildo and a bullet vibrator.”

Pepper didn't bring the toy to Robin's skin just yet, letting it pass over it, very close, but not zapping her beautiful body just yet as she spoke. She saw her trying to wiggle away and then she zapped her with the toy. "I saw that." She told Robin, before she moved to her board and began writing more of the answers down. "Interesting answers. Have you ever done any drugs?” She asked, waiting for her answer. Depending on it was if she got zapped again, even if she was just disapproving on a 'moral' ground. “When was the last time you masturbated Tell me in detail about a fantasy you think about while masturbating”.

Robin yelped out when she felt the shock of the toy against her skin. It was probably similar to touching a doorknob on a dry day and getting a static shock. Overly not the most painful thing in the world but it still wasn’t a lovely feeling. Clearly, she needed to not move during this presentation. “I’m sorry, Miss,” she whimpered out between deep breaths. “No, drugs, Miss,” she said quickly. As for the masturbation on, that she stuttered with a bit. “I uh...not since last week,” she lied, “when you punished me for cumming without permission. I was playing with myself when I had to pee and i just went too far. I’m not sure that I was thinking about anything in particular.”

Pepper knew the feeling wasn't pleasant in the least, but it wasn't on the higher setting, which was really mean. She smiled at Robin at her answer. "Good girl, such a good girl." She cooed as she wrote down her answers. There was a stutter on her words about the masturbation, which caused the dominant to look at her before she stepped closer, caressing Robin's face. "Last week huh, when you were punished?" She asked, turning the zapper two levels up before she pressed it again Robin's skin. "Are you sure that was the last time?"

Robin licked her lips. She should have known better that Pepper would catch her, but she'd gone too far now. "Y-yes, Miss. that was definietly the last time."

Pepper pressed the zapper against Robin's flesh, holding it for a moment before moving it back. "You're absolutely positive?"

Robin cried out louder this time. Still not the worst pain she'd experienced but definitely worse than the first time. Her fingers gripped against the rest of her hand beneath the binds, whimpering and panting heavily as the pain slowly subsided. "Okay! Okay! Yesterday, Miss. Yesterday in my room while I was alone. I truly don't remember what I was thinking about at the time."

Pepper knew she was going to get the answer out of her, it wasn't at the highest level but it was painful enough. She stepped back and waited, turning the toy back down as she clicked her tongue. "Lying is a sing, Princess. Such a naughty girl, did you forget your last punishment for that." She asked, taking the fleshlight and moving it to cover the girl's pussy, beginning to slide it up and down. "How I spanked your bottom and then made you come until you were absolutely exhausted." She reminded her before taking the toy away. "Since you can't remember about that time, describe in detail a sexual fantasy."

Robin groaned quietly, "Yes, Miss," she said, gasping when she felt the toy rub against her core, small moans vibrating out of her throat. "Y-yes, Miss. I remember," she said, whimpering slightly as the toy was gone. "Being a party favor for a party. Being bound and gagged with an open mouth gag so that all my holes can be used. I would be suspended, allowing for any position that a Dominant might want. Then they mingle and talk, ignoring me until they want pleasure, then using any or all of my holes to get it, Miss. That's my ultimate fantasy."

Pepper had chosen the Fleshlight because it brought a different pleasure than a vibrator. This required work from both of them, since it was traditionally for males. She nodded her head as she looked at blonde, hearing her answers as she randomly passed the toy over her core. "Good girl. And at this party, how many people do you imagine there? How many males, females? Do they all come on you, making you a mess? Do you imagine being able to come at all? And this is your fantasy, so it's not up to the dominants, it's all how you see it in you head."

Robin was still breathing a little heavy from the stimulation as well as her nerves and worry about getting shocked again. “I guess I imagine about 5 or 6. In my fantasy they’re all Dominants, miss and it’s an intimate socialization party. I’m not the reason they’re there, but I’m a fun activity to play with while they all talk and such. I think half and half would be nice so there are multiple cocks to fill me but there are also plenty of toys and things. I would love for them to fill me and cover me with cum because I love being a slutty mess. I only get to come if the Host or Hostess says I can. I’d love it if they didn’t let me cum at all because if I did then the Host or Hostess and only party goers could here me and tell me what a bad toy I am. Then punish me with canes and paddles until my body is naked up like a bad term paper.” The more Robin spoke about it, the more she got lost in the idea, her body heating up on its own just thinking about it. She moaned louder as she felt the toy pass over her again, attempting futilely to rub against it harder. “Please, Miss,” she begged quietly, “touch me, please.”

Pepper was not surprised as Robin got into the details of her fantasy, which is what Pepper wanted. To make the girl open up and bare herself intimately to her. She had turned the toy down to the lowest setting, the occasional touch to Robin's skin as she spoke but she focused more on the toy, the lightest touches as Robin talked. SHe agreed that would be a fantastic party and seeing Robin covered in cum and punished would be very tempting for the domme, but she kept that to herself. "Good details, girl. No, not yet." She told her when she begged. "Touches have to be earned and I'm not done gathering all the information I want." She rubbed the toy a little harder against Robin before taking it away. "Who are the 5-6 dominants you see in your fantasy? What are you 5 top kinks? How many times have you been punished since you arrived?"

Robin let out small whimpers when the toy touched her, the overwhelming need for stimulation outweighing the shock. Though, she was getting much better at staying still. She groaned as she was denied, but listened to the new questions. “In my fantasy? Well, you, Miss. And Sirs Hunter and Mateo. Miss Devyn and Stella. Oh, and Sir Daniel. But mostly because I’ve always wanted to fuck him.” She barely remembered that the headmasters were in the room so she was way more open suddenly, her only thought on the pinky little Miss that held Robin’s pleasure in her hand at the moment. Not to mention, the thing that kept shocking her so she wanted to make Pepper happy. “My favorite kinks are humiliation, ageplay, water sports, hypnosis and sex toying. Umm...I don’t remember...maybe about 12?”

Pepper: Pepper almost smirked but she kept her face straight as she heard the whimpers falling from her lips. She moved back to jolt down the basic bullet points of what Robin had said. Part of her was wanting to giggle at the Daniel because his father was right there and she knew Robin wasn't thinking. "All very interesting people." She said to her, a little smirk on her face. "Let's explore humiliation. Describe to me your ideal humiliation situation."

Robin looked up and licked her lips as pepper began writing again. “I don’t know how to explain it,” she whimpered, “probably being slapped and pulled around by a leash in public. Completely naked, of course, except to have degrading words written on me with arrows pointing to holes to be used. To be covered with cum and called a slut.”

Pepper hummed softly as she looked at her. "I'll help you with that." She told her, moving back to the girl, settling between her legs and holding the toy against her, not moving it. "Why being slapped, Princess? What words written over your body? Does it thrill you that strangers can take any of your holes, cum all over you and walk away without knowing your name? Without you knowing theirs? That's you're a pump and dump?" She asked.

Robin was deep into the slut headspace that she couldn’t think of anything but pleasing peper. Robins eyes were glazed over as she hazily looked up at the woman speaking to her. “Because being slapped reminds me I’m just to be used. That I’m just a plaything. Oh yes miss!” She exclaimed, “I love being a cum dump, marked with words like whore and slut and fuckmeat. Use me please! Use me and leave me a brain dead puddle and don’t bother with my pleasure! My pleasure does t matter!”

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Pepper liked when she could tell where Robin was in her headspace. She pressed the toy harder against the girl, moving it with purpose now. "It doesn't matter at all." She affirmed after her little rant, looking at the girl with a smirk on her lips. "Whose pleasure matters, slut?" She asked, taking the toy away briefly before pressing it back against her. "What place do you serve, little whore?"

Robin gasped, moaning wildly as the toy pressed against her again, her head a haze of want and passion. Her fingers scratched against the arms of the chair to avoid moving her body. "No, Miss, it doesn't matter," she drolled, eyes lust blown and near drooling. She whimpered as the toy was gone then immediately felt it again, now moaning in a more desperate manner as she felt it again. "Yours Miss!" she shouted, moaning as the toy rubbed against her needy core. "I serve you, my Queen. I serve at your feet and I'm here for your pleasure!"

Pepper kept playing with the fleshlight as she saw Robin desperately fighting not to move as she was desperate. Working the toy with the purpose of bringing Robin to an orgasm, or at least letting her think that. "Your pleasure doesn't matter, sluts don't get pleasure, they give it." She told her, listening to the sounds dripping from the blonde submissive. "Only my pleasure matters and what a privilege that you get to serve someone like me." She told her. "Now come for me." She told Robin, letting her begin to come before she pulled the toy away and shocked her thighs, ruining the orgasm.

Robin moaned loudly and breathed quickly, panting with need as Pepper continued to torture the girl's throbbing pussy, "Yes, my Queen, they only give it," Robin repeated. She could feel how wet she was and could hear the sounds of it the more Pepper moved the toy against her. "Yes, My Queen, my pleasure comes from serving you." At the sound that she could cum, Robin gasped, eyes wide as she looked up at Pepper, moaning loudly as she started to ride it out. But the moment she felt the peak - all sensation stopped. It was the most awkward feeling because she felt the pressure of the orgasm, but nothing ever happened, leaving her needy and over sensitive. "Queen No!" She cried out, whimpering as her body tried to move from the binds. "I'll do anything! Please please just let me cum, please!?" she begged loudly, tears of frustration rolling down her face.

Pepper knew what she was going, Robin's earlier answer about masturbating had signed her deal and some extra. Pepper took the fleshlight and put it away, a clear sign that she wasn't coming. She tapped the toy against Robin's knee with a smirk. "Oh Princess, it's not very nice when someone tells you something then does the opposite. I'm afraid you're not going to orgasm today, naughty girls don't get pleasure from their queens. You know the rule about cumming and you disobeyed. Then lied about it." She told her, the zapper still tapping the toy between her two knees. "Do you understand why you're not going to come?" She asked, walking to the white board so she could write it down in print for Robin.

Robin whimpered from frustration, crying out in pained exclamations as she felt the zapper toy against her body. "No, it's not nice Queen," she whimpered, though completley understanding the irony here. She'd done the same and now she was being punished for it. "I'm sorry, Queen," she finally said, looking up at Pepper with pitiful eyes, "Yes, I understand. I don't get to cum because I disobeyed. And naughty toys don't get orgasms."

Pepper watched her as she kept crying out as the zapper touched her. She turned the zapper off as she looked at the girl as she had pretty and pitiful eyes at the moment. "Good girl." She said as she wrote the information down. "Now, when I cut your restraints, I want you to drop to your knees and thank the heads for their time and crawl outside of the room, waiting for me on all fours." She told Robin, this time taking a knife to break her bonds.

Robin was breathing heavily again, her body calming from the zaps and the pain beginning to soften. “Yes, Queen,” she moaned quietly her body feeling a litany of things she’d never felt before. Robin watched as the binds were loosened by the knife and she slowly sunk to the floor, getting her body used to moving again. She kept herself in the headspace because having to speak to the heads now would fill her with embarrassment otherwise. “Headmistress, headmaster, thank you for your time.” Once she was done she crawled out of the room and waited outside the door as she was told.

Wilder couldn't help his nerves as he stood there and waited for their turn. He looked to the sub by his side, he had gotten to sort of know Auggie. He had confidence in them both that they would make it through and would do well as well. Smiling, he nudged the boy. "You got this and remember as long as we keep talking, we'll make it through." Wanting to reassure him some.

Auggie nodded, still a little nervous about their upcoming scene. It required more of him than his past few scenes, especially if he didn't want potentially be in pain the remainder of the day. "Yes, Sir... We'll both do our best," he agreed when he heard them called, following Wilder obediently into the room and towards the presentation space.

Wilder lead him in, and greeted the heads. Telling Auggie to do the same, Wilder walked over to the table and chairs he had prepared for them. Once Auggie join him, he turned to him. "Today you will be blindfolded as well as wearing shock collars on your wrists and ankles. I will lead you through the puzzle that will be set on the table, for every minute you take you will be shocked and it will increase in time. If you understand, please remind me of your safeword and put the blindfold on."

Auggie did as requested, politely greeting the Heads of the school before taking a seat at the table, eyes briefly turning towards Wilder as he reached for the blindfold and put it on. "My safe word's Java, Sir." A puzzle. He could do this. They'd practice a little bit just to make sure he had a slight handle on what was expected, but they'd had mixed results. And the puzzle had only been a few pieces... Mean for young children. This one seemed like while it wouldn't be impossible, it would still be a lot more than 8. His hands shoot slightly, sitting sideways in the seat so it would be easier for Wilder to put on the shock collars. He could do this.. He just had to focus.

Wilder could see him shaking and kneeled. He took his hands and told him to breath. "you can do this." reassuring him, "Just focus on what I say okay? You're a good boy, Auggie." With that, he fasten the collars on him and stood. Wilder took the 50 piece puzzle and mixed the pieces up. Sitting at the table with him, Wilder started a timer. "Okay, go." Waiting for him to pick a piece, once he did, Wilder started to instruct him as to if they were edges or not.

Auggie felt each collar snuggly wrapped around his skin as he turned back to the table, palms hesitantly reaching out in front of him. He began sorting through pieces as fast as he could to move everything that felt like it had a straight edge into a pile, greatly decreasing the amount of pieces to focus on. He kept the edges to his right and everything else to the left, nervous that he'd taken too much time sorting and the first minute no doubt approaching as he began, asking "What's this a image of, Sir? This piece... Does it look to be top, bottom, left, or right if you had to say?" They'd have to communicate effectively if he was going to get through this, relying solely on the other's eyes and advice.

Wilder watched and worked him through the pile. When he asked the question, Wilder told him but then he stopped him. "Were going to do the edge first, the picture is of the sea. So we will start with edge and work towards the big picture, it will make it easier." Wilder truly not wanting to shock him. As the timer hit one minute, Wilder hit the shock, it wasn't a lot, just enough for him to know a minute past.

Auggie flinched slightly as he felt the shocks go off, not honestly painful yet but uncomfortable. Right. The boarder. And a sea likely meant the pieces towards the center might be harder to distinguish, so they needed a good start. "So... Top, bottom, left or right then? Which edge does this look like, Sir?" He reiterated nervously, holding up the piece so it was obvious which he was referring to. "I agree we need to do the edge first, but don't know which side this is part of."

Wilder nodded to him. "Its a top piece." He had the layout of ever piece in his hand, they were numbered on a paper and on the back of them so he knew where they all went. This was an element that Auggie didn't know as they had been this way in practice as well. "Good, now that one goes on the left and that one on the bottom."

Auggie frowned, eyebrows knitting together. What the hell was this an image of, with the sea at the top? Perhaps the bottom was a landscape? Regardless, it wasn't important... He needed to focus. Top. Right. He reached out, one hand spreading along the table to make sure nothing was in the center as he places the piece down. His left hand stayed by it for reference, trying to remember where he left it for future reference as he mentally mapped out his spacial surroundings. The other reached for another piece, blindly feeling at the table till he found his pile and holding it up in front of Wilder again, repeating the process. He continued again and agian, making it through several more pieces and finally connecting a few as well, doing his best to ignore the shocks in his wrists and ankles each time. The discomfort was growing though and his body tensed now with each shock, almost dropping the last puzzle piece. He reached for the pile again, seven minutes into the activity, and felt 6 left. Almost done with the boarder-- 6 left meant 20 pieces were done. 20/50... Almost half way, and these final ones would thankfully take very little time compared to the earlier on ones. "And this one, Sir? Top, right, left, or bottom?" He asked, feeling the puzzle blindly as he noticed two boarders felt ready to connect already.

Wilder watched and worked with Auggie with ease. This was going to be easier then he thought though it was pushing the boy from how he saw his body reacting. Stopping the timer though, Wilder told him to rest. They had time and he needed more then just a minute to catch his body up. "I will be changing the timer to 2 minutes now as it is a harder part. Please tell me if it becomes too much, we won't be risking you for the puzzle." He wanted it to be known he wasn't about to let Auggie get truly hurt in all this. With the timer going again, they finished the border and now were onto the center. The first pieces, Wilder told him to cast away as they were more central. "That one goes top left corner." They wer going to do this row by row.

Auggie flinched from the most recent shock and almost dropped the puzzle piece he was working on, one hand blinding feeling the board as it felt for the top left corner, his other hand following as he traced the edges of the pieces around where he presumed the piece should go before attempting to lock in another piece of the puzzle. "Thank you, Sir." He understood that Wilder wanted him to rest, and even appreciated the two minute interval considering how much worse each shock felt as they built up, but he was also nervous about finishing the puzzle in general. Their set up time had been next to minimal, but his goal had still been 20 minutes, and with the shocks spaced out, in addition to the break, he'd have less of an idea of his pacing. He reached for another piece, holding it up clearly as he asked, "Next?"

Wilder watched and directed him as he worked. They had time, not as much time pasted as Auggie thought. Telling him where all the pieces went as he put it together, he encouraged him with each step and through each shock. Before they knew, time had run down and they were on the least pieces of the puzzle. Wilder stepped back to look it over. "Last four pieces, would you like me to continue or do you want to try alone?"

Auggie paused, one hand moving to rub his other wrist and brace himself for the next shock. He'd lost track of how far into their presentation they were time-wise, but could grasp the remaining pieces in one hand and knew they were close. The offer itself had surprised him, one eyebrow raising despite being hidden by the mask. They hadn't discussed this... But they were close. "Oh.. okay," he agreed with a nod. He could do this-- he'd feel for the blank spots, all in a row and one by one rotate each till he found the correct piece. He leaned forward, reaching for the remaining pieces again with a hand as the other blindly felt the board again. "I'd like to try alone please, Sir," he replied right before a shallow yelp escaped his lips from another shock. He gave himself a second to compose himself again, limbs tense, before starting on the first of the four pieces in a desperate effort to wrap up the presentation.

Wilder just watched and watched the clock as well. Time was low but Auggie was doing so well and great too. He only had so many more to do. "Think , and concentrate for me. I believe in you, you've got this." He encouraged him. "You can ask for help if need, I am here to guide you."

Auggie nodded. "Understood, Sir. I will," he commented, making it through the first and second piece after some guessing and flat out bad luck, each time being the final piece he tried. He felt a shock again just as the third piece slid into place, a started and pained gasp as he almost dropped the final piece in his other hand. He internally swore, delighted it should be the final one as he finished up the puzzle, announcing "Done, Sir," when the last piece left his hands. He prayed the electronic shocks were shut off immediately then, waiting on the Dominant and sitting patiently despite internal worries standing might be a little shaky at first.

Caelan stood there with the other switch. They had spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other before this day came. He was glad though, it seemed to make it a lot easier for the trust to be there. Plus he had hopefully made a new friend as well. Smiling to Bowie, Caelan offer the boy his hand to hold before they walked in. "I believe in you and I know you can do this." Trying to build him up and let him know Caelan was there for him.

Bowie wasn't sure how he felt about this presentation as he stood next to Caelan. At times he was okay with it then other times, like right now he wasn't so sure if this was a good idea. trust in him....trust. He told himself over and over again when he felt a hand take his own "You have too much faith in me." He said softly "Look if we fail this thing I just wanna apologize now. Like i'm going to do my best but i'm starting to freak out and we haven't even started. Just know I'll have tried my hardest."

Caelan shook his head. "We won't fail as long as you try and really, it only matters to me that you try." he shrugged. The doors were open and it was their turn. Walking in with him, Caelan greeted the heads then turned to Bowie as their hands dropped. "Greet the headmasters, then you will strip and kneel for me." Giving him orders as stepping back to gather the supplies he would need for their simple scene. Once Bowie was there, Caelan turned back to him. "Good boy. Please remind me of your safeword."

Bowie didn't have time to reply before the doors were opening, there was no going back now. Waiting a brief second he followed Caelan in, remembering what he was told he faced the headmaster "Good after noon headmasters." He said with a polite nod and moved back to Caelan where he then stripped liked he'd been instructed, folded his clothes and then knelt. Kneeling on front of someone was still odd to him, his knees didn't like it "I use the stoplight system. So red."

Caelan nodded to him. "Good, thank you." he replied. "Now we will be doing something with both bondage and breath play along with orgasm control. I will be binding your hands. You will be working yourself hard, but only in the moments when your air supply is cut off. If you need air, you can and are expected to pull your hands from your cock and clap them once. I expect to hear your color each time before we start again. You are to bring yourself to orgasm, the faster you are, the sooner we are done. Do you have an questions before we begin?" he silk ties in his hands.

Bowie held his hands out in front of him so Caelan could get them ready like he needed. He'd never done anything with breath play before and had Calean actually be in control of that factor he wouldn't have been down for it. Though, Bowie in control. He shook his head "No questions Sir. " he said softly.

Caelan nodded then. He pulled the silk from the table and worked it around his hands and his body. Tying him off, Caelan stepped back and smiled. "Good boy and you look well as well." Light steps and a slow sit, Caelan sat behind him and asked the other to lean back into him with legs out as well. Cradling Bowie there, Caelan wrapped his hand around his neck. "Ready?" he asked. "Now go." With that, Caelan cut off his air.

Bowie had to close his eyes for a moment as he felt the binds on his hands and body start. He took a couple deep breaths before he finally opened his eyes as Caelan sat behind him. Stretching out his legs and leaning into the fellow switch. He watched the other closely as he felt the hands around his neck and them tighten. For a moment fear bubbled but he pushed it down as he started to stroke himself. His eyes closed trying to focus on his own cock and not the lack of air.

Caelan focused on watching him. He watched his chest and his hand. Caelan was going to make sure it was safe and all was going okay. His pressure on his neck was just enough, keeping the pressure steady.

Bowie used thoughts of past experiences to get himself hard, it was easier than he thought to get hard in this situation but Bowie grew hard pretty quickly. Stroking himself he opened his eyes to look in Calean's, and after a moment he was gasping slightly for air and taking his hands off himself and claping them like he was instructed.

Caelan A clap and just like that, Caelan let him breath once more. His hand coming down to rest on the boy's chest as he felt him breathe and felt his heart slowing a little. "You're doing well, shall we continue?" Asking only once he was sure that Bowie had caught his breath fully.

Bowie took a deep breath the moment Cealen let go, panting he took a brief moment to collect himself "yellow." He said giving the switch his color before relaxing back into the others arms nodding "yes Sir, I'm ready."

Caelan nodded some. "We'll take it a little slower then." He remarked as he waited for Bowie to have his hand down to his cock. This time he tightened his hand slower then before, taking the breath from him slowly and stready. With each clap, Caelan let him catch his breath and gave him time before pressing the air away again. They were working well and he was more and more proud of the boy with each time. "Are you getting close?" he asked of him.

Bowie nodded in response to going slower, and as Caelan kept his word and slowly added pressure he found it easier to start stroking himself, easier to go longer and longer than the last time. Trusting in Caelan was easier for Bowie than he thought it was going to be. With a few more thrusts into his current lack of air he waited to respond. He was getting close so when he found he needed air he clapped and took another breath as the hands fell from his throat "green, and yes Sir. I'm close." He said relaxing in his arms.

Caelan was glad to hear he was close. It only meant to him that they were doing well and would do well with the exam when all was said and done. With the okay, his hand wrapped again. "Last time if you can make yourself come." he repeated to him. "Otherwise we have go at his more and I know you want to well for me." his tone slightly dominant as he said those words. "Come now, come for me."

Bowie could feel himself throbbing, the need to cum was there and he was sure he wouldn't need more than just this one more time. the moment he felt the hand on his neck the hand on his cock started. Pumping himself between his tied hands his own hips were rocking into them. His eyes locked with Calean's, bowie was getting to the point where he usually clapped out but he wanted to cum for Calean and with his words Bowie was doing just that. Gasping for air and whimpering slightly.

Caelan saw him come, letting go right away as the boy finished and relaxed to him. "Good boy." He whispered, holding him and cleaning him off. With his hands untied, Caelan helped him to stand. The thanked the heads for their time. Swooping him up, Caelan carried him out and back to his room for the aftercare he would need from such a headspace as to come on command.