#rindemo

The first demonstration he'd ever taken part in had been very interesting, mostly due to his curiosity and the Dominants experience. And while he wasn't the one submitting, the same curiosity still stood. Neo had taken the time to meet up with Harriet and Evan as the weeks piled on, so he felt comfortable enough to watch them slide into their designations. Evan had some reservations about a second year student watching, the third year submissive being a private person, but Harriet (a fifth year Domme) reassured him from that. In all honesty, the pair's spark had made Neo's smile grow a bit bigger than needed.

          It was clear that they'd been paired up before. Whether or not it was personal fun or school lessons, that wasn't for Neo to ask.

          Come the day that they had to go about the demonstration, Neo went out of his way to greet Evan before he sat down, knowing that the submissive was nervous despite himself. Harriet waved to the dark boy as he sat, Neo giving her a pleased wave as he pulled out his notebook and rolled up his sleeves; greeting the elder who had to observe them with him. After jotting down the date, and penning up a title for the summary, Neo shifted before he stilled.

          Harriet gently asked Evan to kneel, and with her hand still on the back of his neck, they began. And, so did Neo.

                    H. Clarke, fifth year Domme, and E. Richardson, third year submissive, are to demonstrate not only their knowledge of safe and sound practices of BDSM but also their ability to fufil their designation. Madame Clarke, before the scene began, went above and beyond the call to make Evan comfortable; explaining in depth not only Rinaldi's safety speech about fire drills or unexpected events, but also asking Evan what his limits are (soft, hard, do not want). Madame Clarke also asked Evan to repeat his safeword several times, and then asked him to show her his non-verbal safeword. Before they even began the scene there was an obvious show of Madame Clarke's level of comfortableness of her designation, as she revelled in the easy power imbalance. 

                    Once they had permission to continue, Madame Clarke explained the scene to Evan in depth and gave him time to put in his opinion. While sex is not a must for this demonstration, the pair's history together meant that they already possessed a level of ease that helped them later on. Evan's hard no of anal penetration did mean that Madame Clarke had to change the initial idea. 

                    Madame Clarke decided to use leather cuffs to tie Evan down - spread eagle, with little room for movement - and to gag him. She then asked, again, for Evan's approval before she moved on. She then straddled Evan, and aroused him with simple movements as she used a (red) candle to drip wax over the submissive's chest. The mixture of pain and Madame Clarke's movements clearly aroused Evan, and while it wasn't obvious Madame Clarke did ensure that she kept an eye on Evan's movements in case he became overwhelmed. Once Evan's chest was decorated with wax, Madame Clarke continued to arouse Evan with both her movements and a series of pinches, clothes pegs and whips. Madame Clarke kept Evan on edge of his orgasm, she deciding to ride the submissive for her own pleasure as well, for the remaining time of the demonstration; only giving Evan reprieve when the submissive was a mess. I can't tell for sure, but I do think he disappeared into his own safe-zone, or sub-space, for most of the session as he was extremely keen on doing her every whim - down to trying to see ahead to what she may like.

                    The chemistry between H. Clarke and E. Richardson was clear to me, and I admire the way that the two found their middle ground. When meeting with them during the week, I know that H. Clarke enjoys penetrating her submissives so to see her so very willing to give away her favourite method of domination with no attempt at persuading was refreshing. Not only did it relax Evan, but it relaxed me and made observing very comfortable to watch. Like I mentioned earlier, the way that the pair already had an ease did help them significantly. There was no hesitation, and they both became their designation quickly. It was an honour to watch Madame Clarke take Evan to pieces, and then gently put him back together.

          Seeing that the scene was over, Neo politely said his goodbye and left quickly with his notebook in hand. It was one thing to watch a demonstration. It was far too private to watch Harriet hold and caress Evan back to himself.

                    It was an honour to watch them.

The demonstration I observed was interesting to say the least. The Dom was Lara Spinelli, a first year student. The Sub was Jasmine Dumont, a fifth year student.

Upon knowing who I would be observing, I believed this would turn out horribly. I had strong doubts of the two of them. I have met Lara and heard stories about Jasmine before this. They both seemed too sweet. As I would find throughout the demonstration, both were just sweet enough.

Both girls seemed well prepared. As the dominant, Lara, I knew was a first year I did not expect being so well prepared. Lara started off as she should. Asking Jasmine what she didn't like, what she did like, and Jasmine's safety word. Jasmine replied well. Not that there was really a bad way of replying. I could tell what Lara and Jasmine didn't like and did like were sometimes the same and sometimes they'd clash. I could tell this just by the look in Lara's eyes.

Neither Jasmine nor Lara brought anything specialized. Any and all "toys" (as you may call them) were those supplied from the BDSM room. They used a lot of those throughout the course of the demonstration. It surprised me with how many they used that neither brought any of their own.

While the use of toys was at large there was something else at large as well. Oral sex. Not a surprise that'd be the type of sex they'd do for they can't have anal due to both being female. We all knew sex wasn't required but it did not surprise me sex would happen. Lara made Jasmine do it to her. Jasmine did not seem to mind.

They did not do much. Enough to take up the entire time period but didn't really venture from toys and oral. Not like it's a bad thing but I'd wish to have seen more diversity. Oh well.

   The thing about seawater is that one can't ingest it; the saline and brine leaving your lungs itchy and wet, Gabriel felt itchy and wet. His palms were sweating and each breath that passed through chapped, anxious lips were labored and painful -- he had done demonstrations before, he had gotten stretched thin at demonstrations before, that wasn't what he was panicked over. Panicked over. What a god damn joke. Gabe didn't do this; he had never been the sort to freak out unnecessarily ( one couldn't afford to be in their age ) but the water had trickled over his neck ---- up, up through his lips, down his throats, into the body.

   He couldn't breathe. Annabella didn't want this. The demos had always left him feeling a bit squicked out but this was completely different; not only was administration was forcing him to break another's consent it was dictating that he be in her possession while he did it. Opened and unlocked. It was like giving the keys of a car to a unwillingly, frightened little girl and they were prone to come out of this a metallic, tangled mess.

                                                                                          Gabriel stopped.                                                                                         He tried to breathe.