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Chapter 2a

Tina:

     	"What a fucking slut," proclaimed a voice.

     	It was Deborah, of course, and her comment, while directed at
Cindy, was obviously meant to insult Tina.  Randy was standing right
next to her, and Tina could feel his arousal from the show Jennifer and
Cindy had put on.  In fact, Randy wasn't the only one of the pair that
was all hot and bothered.  Hmmm.

    	Cindy, of course, was aroused by the humiliation, but Tina really
didn't want her to get in the habit of becoming aroused by that kind of
abuse.  So she rounded on Deborah, which the other girl found quite
unexpected, considering that Tina'd done little to defend herself from
abuse yesterday.

    	"She's a slut?" asked Tina in a soft voice that somehow made
Deborah squirm.  "I'll make a bet with you:  If your pussy's dry,
I'll go for the rest of the _year_ with no clothes."

    	"Oh, some bet," returned the other girl.  "You're even more
of a slut than she is."

    	"But you _are_ wet, aren't you?" pressed Tina.  "Tell me,
would you have rather been in Cindy's place or Jennifer's?"

    	"Neither," said Deborah, but her voice faltered a little.
"I don't get off on perverted things like that.  As I said, I'm not a
slut."

    	"That's enough, Deborah," said Randy.  "Remember that you're
in the Program, too.  Next week, you might find yourself in their
shoes."

    	Tina blinked as she felt Deborah's arousal skyrocket.  If she
hadn't been wearing such a thick bra, her nipples would have been
easily seen poking holes through her shirt.  She turned red and quickly
walked away.  Randy sighed and followed, but Deborah's arousal had
given Tina a lot of insight into what was driving the other girl.

          "So now," said Jennifer, who refused to be derailed by the
confrontation, "I think you owe me an explanation, Tina."

     	Tina could feel that Jennifer had not calmed down at all, and was
very much in need of an orgasm.  But she was too shy for her first,
well, second, lesbian experience to occur in the cafeteria.

     	"Yup.  I do.  Ask away."

     	"She called you 'Mistress'," said Jennifer.

     	"Yeah," temporized Tina.  How much to tell?  "Cindy's a little on
the shy side.  We got to talking, and I discovered she was interested
in exploring submission.  So, for the rest of the week, I'm her
Mistress."

     	"I see," replied the other girl.

     	"I thought you were the sex slave," said Robert.

     	"Robert!" exclaimed Jennifer, smacking him on the shoulder.

     	"Gee, news travels fast," murmured Tina.  "Look, do me a favor
and keep this thing with Cindy under your hat, okay?  I don't want
anyone else to know what the deal is."

     	"Yeah, we can do that," replied Jennifer.  "But what about you?
Are you a submissive?"

     	Robert shot her a glance, but she said, "Hey, you already let the
cat out of the bag anyway."

     	Tina smiled at them.  "I'm actually a pure switch.  When my lover
is dominant, I turn submissive.  When my lover is submissive, I turn
dominant."

    	"That must be confusing," replied Jennifer.

    	"Not to me," grinned Tina.  "It's actually a lot of fun.  I
get to see things from both sides."

    	It was time for class, so everyone headed off in various
directions.  Cindy was still recovering a bit from what had happened,
Tina knew, but she'd be okay.  Robert walked with her for a short
distance, and she managed to put his questions off by misdirection or
giving non-answers.  He was curious about Tina's interest in BDSM, but
she could tell that it didn't really interest him.  Well, not beyond
the thought of what a boy his age could do with a girl who'd do
whatever he wanted.

     	Her next period was free, and she planned to spend the time in
the library trying to work out some energy equations.  The books she
wanted to use for reference were not books that the students were
allowed to check out, for some odd reason.  Once she got them, she
chose a back table and got to work.  She knew that Cindy was in the
computer lab -- perhaps she should introduce the girl to Bill, the
computer geek at the Mansion -- and knew it would be difficult to get
her attention away from her work.  She was startled when someone sat at
her table.

     	"Hello," smiled Randy.  "I hope I'm not disturbing ... whatever
the hell it is you're doing."

     	He frowned looking at the notations she'd scribbled on her pad.

     	"Um ... not for nothing, but what class is that for?" he asked.

     	"None.  It's for a sort of hobby of mine," responded Tina.  She
rather doubted that he'd recognize the various sections of the Unified
Field Theory that she was working with.  "What can I do for you?"

     	Randy looked away for a minute, and Tina could tell he was
nervous.

     	"Randy?" she said. "Really, just ask.  It's not like you're gonna
offend me or anything."

     	He sighed and said, "Look, would you promise that you won't say
anything to anyone about this?"

     	"Kinda hard to say anything when I have no idea what 'this' is
about," replied Tina.

     	"Yeah," said Randy.  "Well, it's about, umm, me and Deborah."

     	Oh Goddess, please, thought Tina, don't tell me he's gonna try
and dump her for me.

     	She was pretty keyed into his emotions though, and even though
she sensed that he would happily have sex with her, thankfully that
wasn't why he was there.

     	"Are you sure you want to talk to me?" asked Tina.  "She really
doesn't like me all that much.  Thinks I'm too much of a slut."

     	Randy let out a barking laugh that caused a few nasty looks and
'shushes' to be sent their way.

     	"Well ... me thinks the lady protesteth too much," he misquoted,
grinning.  "You know what she did yesterday?" he asked.

     	"You mean after doing her best to embarrasses me in class?"
returned Tina, not bothering to correct the slaughter of a good line.

     	Randy looked uncomfortable for a moment, then said, "She took me
home and had me fuck her brains out."

     	Yesterday, Tina would have been surprised.  Today?  Nope.

     	"In fact," he continued in a very low voice, "once we got going,
she asked me to hold her hands over her head while I, um ... well, you
know."

     	Tina did know.  She could literally see what had happened between
the two of them from Randy's memory.  After stripping in her room,
Deborah had gotten on her knees and given Randy a very sloppy, very
intense blow-job.  She actually put his hands on her head, and let him
all but fuck her mouth.  After he'd cum, she sucked him hard again,
then let him -- hell, encouraged him -- to plow into her.  Randy was a
big guy, and while Deborah wasn't as small as Tina, she was way smaller
than him.

     	His powerful body had slammed his cock into her with almost
bruising force.   She'd begged him to hold her hands, and after he
figured out what she wanted, she'd starting cumming like mad.  Once
he'd cum, she'd even taken his cock in her mouth to clean him off,
something that she'd never done before.  The scene in Randy's mind
certainly got Tina's motor running -- not that it had ever really been
shut off.

     	"I see.  And this has something to do with me why?" she asked.

     	"Well, I think that she, well, that she might be kinda like you.
You know, submissive," he said.

     	"You think or you hope?" asked Tina, who already knew the answer
to both his and her own questions.

     	"I guess, both," he said, blushing a little.

     	"So, why tell me?" asked Tina.

     	Randy was quiet for a moment, then said, "Look, I don't want to
offend you.  But you obviously know all about this BDSM stuff.  I was
kinda hoping for advice."

     	It was true that Randy had been one of the brighter spots of lust
during the Biology class yesterday.  He was kinda cute, so she'd
definitely noticed him.  She hadn't really tried to read Deborah,
because there was no use trying to read someone who was hostile toward
her.  Her Gift was based on sexual attraction, and if the person wasn't
attracted to her, she couldn't get much of a read on them.

     	"Communication," said Tina.

     	"What?"

     	"Communication is the key.  And trust.  BDSM is all about
communication, on all kinds of levels.  I mean, vanilla sex is too.  A
lot of people just do the bump and grind and think they're having great
sex.  And maybe they are, but without communication, there's no way it
can be all that good," she replied.  "Those two things are even more
important with BDSM.  Especially since the law and people's ignorance
tend to paint it as something it's not.  I mean, what you think of as
play, someone else who saw you might think of as rape.  A big guy like
you, holding down little old me and fucking my brains out?  I'd love
it, but someone who just happened along might have a different
impression.

     	"See, you could really hurt someone with this stuff.  So
communication is paramount and followed very closely by trust.  You
don't just tie someone up and fuck 'em or whip 'em.  That's not the way
it works in the real world.  You have to know what they like, what you
can guide them into liking, what their limits are, what your limits are
-- all kinds of stuff.  We did talk about some of these things in class
yesterday."

     	"Yeah," replied Randy, "I missed some of that."

     	Indeed he had, as Tina knew well.  She was in pretty close
contact with Randy at the moment, and things could get ... interesting
... if she wasn't careful.  Yesterday, he'd been thinking about how
much fun he could have with her.  Or even better, her and Deborah...
uh, oh.  Need to pull out of that thought train, thought Tina.

     	"Whatever.  You're gonna have to talk to her about what she
wants.  You're gonna have to know what you want, and then find
something that you both like," she said.

    	"I have no idea how to do that," said Randy.

    	Tina blinked, then reminded herself that, outside the mansion, sex
was something that most young people just sort of fumbled their way
through.  No one really taught them how to have sex, it was all
on-the-job training.  And mostly, it was very poor on-the-job training,
since it was the blind leading the blind, or worse, kids doing what
they _thought_ was right based on rumors they'd heard.  Goddess forbid
that an adult actually have a frank conversation with a child or teen
about sex.  Why, they'd be branded a pedophile in an instant!

    	"Randy, you're having sex with her.  If you can't talk to her,
what kind of relationship do you have?" asked Tina.

    	"It's not that," protested Randy, "it's just that it's,
well... embarrassing."

    	Tina thought for a moment, then replied.  "Who's it going to
embarrass?  You or her?"

    	"Uh, well, both, I guess," he said.

    	"Randy," said Tina in a quiet voice, leaning towards him,
"you've had your cock inside her body.  You've cum in her mouth.  I'm
willing to bet you've put your tongue inside her pussy.  That's pretty
intimate, don't you think?  Takes a bit of trust, right?  Good sex
means good communication and trust.  I don't know what Deborah is like.
 She doesn't like me, for some reason.  But if you've gotten in her
pants, you should consider getting into her likes and dislikes as
well."

    	The teen looked stunned.  Tina was several years younger than him,
and she knew he was wondering how she knew all this.  Well, she was a
Priestess; it came with the territory -- not that he could know that.

    	"Besides," Tina quipped, "sex has got to be one of the most
ridiculous things on the planet.  If you can't laugh and joke about it,
then you're taking it way too seriously."

    	"You've ... given me a lot to think about," he said as he
stood up.  "Oh," he said as he started to walk away, "I wouldn't
be too sure she doesn't like you.  No one spends that much time talking
about someone they couldn't give a shit about, you know?"

    	That set Tina back a little.  It was true that Deborah wasn't fond
of her.  At least, Tina thought it was true.  But there could be other
reasons for Deborah's dislike.  Perhaps she was jealous that Tina was
doing things that she wanted to do.  Perhaps she didn't dislike Tina,
but was intimidated by her.  Who knew?  Tina realized it might not be a
bad thing to find out the real deal.




Cindy:

      	Usually Cindy could get utterly lost in setting up the computer
to work on various equations, or writing the programs that it took to
solve them.  Not today, though.  Today the only thing that was on her
mind was Tina, and what might happen in bio class.  Plus, she was
spending the night at Tina's house, and her entire body quivered with
anticipation.

      	Cindy had few friends.  She just didn't have the time, or
frankly, the interest in kids her age.  Her parents had been overjoyed
when she'd asked if she could stay at the mansion tonight.  That hadn't
kept them, much to her embarrassment, from calling Ken, who was Tina's
guardian, and speaking with him.  Ken apparently assured them that they
were welcome to come over, if they'd like, and meet him, and that Cindy
was welcome to stay as long as she wanted.

     	If Cindy had her way, she'd stay the whole week.  Being Tina's
slave was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.  Well,
aside from that whole set of gravity equations that she'd come up with
that were being confirmed at MIT.  That had been really cool, too.

    	She was still really on edge from what had happened at lunch.
Thankfully, no one  bothered her back here, and now that the computer
was finally running her program, there wasn't much for her to do.  She
could have gone on to something else, but was too distracted.  Being
Tina's slave and then thinking back to what Jennifer had done to her in
the cafeteria was making her wet again.  She felt kind of sticky down
there, and since there was no gym class today, she wondered if she
could get a shower in.  She could still smell her excitement from
earlier, and that didn't help reduce her horniness either.  Trouble
was, if she went to shower, she'd have to do it in the boys locker
room, and she didn't really want to do that.

    	Thinking about cumming so hard in front of all those people in the
cafeteria really got her hot.  Her nipples began to fill with blood,
and her sticky little pussy started to ooze more lube.  Slowly, she
pulled back her clit hood and gasped softly when her finger touched her
blood-filled little nub.  She could just imagine laying underneath
Tina, feeling her Mistress' juices run into her mouth as she licked and
sucked at her sex.  She could even -- and Cindy blushed and stifled a
moan -- lick her other hole.  She wondered if Tina would think that was
too perverted, but Cindy would be happy to do it if Tina would like it.
 Cindy knew she liked playing with her own with from time to time.  Oh
... thoughts like this were getting her so close ... it was almost like
she could smell her Mistress' scent ...




Tina:

    	After Randy left, Tina found herself unable to concentrate.  She
made a few last notes, closed her laptop and returned the books.  She
decided to find Cindy, who was in the computer lab.

    	Discovering which carrel she occupied wasn't difficult at all.
She just followed Cindy's lust, which was like a shining beacon.  She
was in the back of the lab, quite concealed from everyone, and she was
masturbating.  Feeling how aroused the girl was naturally increased
Tina's arousal.  Cindy was pretty oblivious to her surroundings by this
time, and Tina dipped into her fantasy.  Hmmm, she liked a little anal
action, did she?  Well, Tina had zero objections to that.

    	However, Cindy was about to cum, and she wasn't allowed to do that
unless she had permission, which Tina didn't recall having given her
since Jennifer had made her cum in the cafeteria.

    	"Cindy dear," said Tina in a low voice, "you weren't
planning on cumming without permission, were you?"

    	Cindy squeaked, her eyes snapping open and her legs closing.

    	"No, Mistress, no," she panted.

    	Tina was good at this game.

    	"I see.  You're lying to me, aren't you?" she said in a low,
husky voice as she sensuously advanced on the frozen girl.

    	"N.. no, really," replied Cindy her entire body blushing red.

    	Tina knelt in front of her and put her hands on Cindy's knees.

    	"You know that you're in trouble, don't you?" she whispered,
gently pushing Cindy's legs apart.  "First, you try to outwit me in
the cafeteria -- and that went over oh-so-well, didn't it? -- and now I
catch you masturbating and about to cum without my permission.  Looks
like my little slave is angling for some punishment."

    	Her hands were encountering resistance as Cindy tried to keep her
legs from opening any farther.  Tina glanced down at the offending
knees, then up to Cindy's eyes and cocked an eyebrow.  Cindy blushed an
even deeper red.

    	"I'm, uh ... kind of, well ... sticky down there," she said.

    	Obviously, the girl didn't want to offend Tina.  Tina, however,
was well-acquainted with the scents and tastes a woman could produce
and had no problem with them.  Quite the opposite.

    	"You're my slave, right?" asked Tina.

    	"Yes, Mistress, but..."

    	"You're not going to offend me.  I like how you smell, and I
like how you taste," Tina leaned forward and said in a very soft
voice, "Now, unless you want even more punishment than you've already
earned, open your legs."

    	Trembling, the young teen complied, opening herself for her
Mistress.




Cindy:

    	Cindy found her thighs grasped in her Mistress' strong hands,
which pushed them up and back, over the arms of the chair.  She was so
wet down there, she couldn't believe it, and while she was sure that
she'd enjoy licking another woman who was ... well, kinda sticky like
she was at the moment... she really didn't want to offend Tina.

    	Cindy thought she'd die of mortification -- and lust -- as Tina
put her nose close to her now-spread sex and inhaled.

    	"Mmm," purred Tina.  "You smell good.  Like a little slut in
heat."

    	Cindy moaned as her embarrassment pushed her arousal into high
gear.  The words Tina was using were just the right ones to really make
her crazy.

    	"Now, my little slut," said Tina as she tightly gripped each of
Cindy's outer labia in her fingers, opening her flower even further,
"since you wanted to play with yourself, I think you should do just
that.  As long as you follow my directions."

    	"Yes, Mistress," said Cindy.

    	"Slide your finger over your pussy," commanded Tina.  "Make sure
you get it nice and wet."

    	Trembling, Cindy took her middle finger and slid it through her
wide open lips, twirling it around and thoroughly coating it with her
cream.

    	"Good slave.  Now, why don't you suck it clean," said Tina.

    	Cindy moaned.  This was so nasty!  But she did as she was told,
savoring the taste of her pussy lube as it coated her mouth.

    	"Keep sucking," commanded Tina.

    	Cindy almost screamed as the other girl slid her tongue between
her inner lips, scooping up her copious, fragrant juices and swallowing
them.  That was what Cindy wanted to do to Tina.  She started to get
lost in a fantasy.  She wanted to lick Tina's cunt.  She wanted to suck
it clean, after Tina had been sexed up all day.  To push her tongue
into her back hole, that dusky, oh-so-private hole.  She wanted to lick
Tina _everywhere_, and imagined herself serving her Mistress by giving
her a tongue bath, licking and sucking under each breast, over her
nipples, her neck and even under her ... oh GOD she was so close to
cumming!

    	Somehow Tina kept her on the edge, though.  Even when she slid her
tongue over Cindy's tight, pink asshole, bathing it, then pushing
gently inside it a short way, she managed to keep Cindy from climaxing.
 It was driving her mad.  Stark.  Raving.  Mad.

    	"Oh please, Mistress, please, may I cum?"  she whimpered.

    	"I don't know," breathed Tina.  She had pulled back the skin
from Cindy's clit and was blowing on the throbbing organ.  "Do you
think you deserve it?"

    	"I don't know," moaned the girl.

    	"What will you give me if I let you cum?" asked Tina.

    	"Anything.  Anything you want," replied Cindy.

    	"We'll see," said Tina as she once again began pushing Cindy
just to the edge of orgasm.

    	Cindy could barely think.  Feelings were raging through her small
body that she'd never experienced before, and they were so intense!
They were also everything that she'd ever hoped for when she'd given
herself to Tina.  And at the moment she hoped, and feared, that Tina
wouldn't let her cum.

    	"Talk to your parents," said Tina, backing away once again,
"ask them to let you stay at the mansion for the rest of the week."

    	"I can ... oh, god, you're going to kill me," moaned Cindy
softly.

    	Tina had both of Cindy's dusky points between her fingers and was
harshly rolling and pulling them.  Cindy realized that she might
actually be able to cum just from that.

    	"I know they might not let you.  Ask them anyway," commanded
Tina.

    	"Yes, Mistress, yes, I will."

    	"Now, I want you to beg me to punish you when we get back
tonight."

    	That almost made Cindy cum.  She would have, right on the spot, if
Tina hadn't stopped touching her right at that moment.

    	"Yes, Mistress," said Cindy, her crystal eyes shining with
lust, "I deserve to be punished.  Please, punish me."

    	"I will," smiled her Mistress, leaning forward to claim a
kiss.  "Don't worry about that, I'll be happy to punish you."

    	Cindy could smell her own, very strong musk on Tina's face as they
kissed.  It seemed almost like the world had gone away -- right up
until the time that the bell rang for their next class.  Shit!!!




Tina:

    	That had been amazingly hot.  She smiled, realizing that she,
Cindy and Arianwen shared some of the same likes and dislikes in the
bedroom.  Specifically, all of them liked a woman to smell like a
woman, rather than like perfume.  Excellent.  Cindy was in for a long
night tonight.

    	"Mistress," whimpered the girl, "you said you'd let me cum
if I begged you to punish me."

    	Tina was sure that she'd be able to make Cindy cum very quickly.
She wasn't going to, though.  Well, not yet, anyway.

    	"Didn't you beg me to punish you?" asked Tina.

    	"Yes, Mistress," replied her slave.

    	"Well, this is part of it.  No orgasm.  At least for the
moment," smiled Tina.  "Now it's time for bio class, and I'm sure
Mr. Jennings will make it very interesting.  Hmmm, maybe I'll ask him
to demo on you today."

    	Tina felt fear and lust collide in her slave.  She was only
teasing, though.  No way was she going to let anyone get their hands on
Cindy.  Not until she'd gotten the girl more comfortable with her own
sexuality.

    	When they arrived, Mr. Jennings motioned Tina aside.

    	"Tina," he said, "I have a Request."

    	Tina blinked in surprise.  "Okay," she said,"what is it?"

    	"I want you to answer some questions for me truthfully.  Will you
do that?"

    	"Only as they pertain to school and to the Program," she replied.

    	"Fair enough.  First off, let's discuss your limits..."

    	Once he settled the class down -- they'd been somewhat restless
while he'd been talking to Tina -- Mr. Jennings started out with
lecture.  This time, however, Deborah was noticeably quiet.  The rest
of the class was restless, since they were sure that Tina would once
again find herself center stage.

    	"It's really important for people to understand that, just because
someone is a submissive, it doesn't mean you have the right to abuse
them or to expect them to perform sexually or otherwise at your command
when outside of a scene.  What a submissive will and won't be asked to
do is strictly between them and their Master or Mistress," he said.
"Never assume anything, even if, or especially if, you are playing the
Dominant role.  Now, how many of you assumed that I would just call
Tina up here for the live demonstration?"

    	Almost every hand went up, including Tina's.

        "Tina, why did you think I would call you?" he asked.

    "It was sort of implied by what happened yesterday," she replied,
"and also from our talk."

    	He nodded.  "True.  Would you rather I ask for another volunteer?"

    	"No," replied Tina, "I'm fine with volunteering for the week."

    	"There's another program student here though," replied Jennings.
"Cindy, would you care to volunteer today?"

    	Tina was in a panic.  If Cindy said yes, it could ruin her plans
for the girl.  Fortunately, Cindy looked at Tina before answering, and
Tina gave her a firm 'No'.

    	"No, thank you, Mr. Jennings," she said.

    	The look between the girls had not been missed by the teacher.
Something Tina was sure he'd ask about later.

    	"Well, then, I guess it's time for Tina to join us up front," he
said.

    	Tina got up and knelt at the front of the room.

    	Today's lesson, and in fact, the rest of the week's lessons, had
proven to be a problem for Jennings.  He somehow knew that it would be
a serious mistake for him to touch this girl.  He and his wife, who was
also his submissive, had discussed this last night, and while she'd had
no objections, Jennings was certain that touching Tina during these
demonstrations would cause him problems.  So he compromised.  He would
do certain things, things he could never trust a student to do, and
then invite a student up when it was appropriate.

      	His first thought had been to ask Cindy, but after seeing the
interaction between the two girls, that might not be a good idea
either.  Something was going on there, for sure.  No matter, though.
He had Tina's permission to use anyone in the class, including himself.

      	"What I'm going to do to her today will remain a mystery -- to
her, anyway.  I'm going to write down some of what I'll be
demonstrating on the board," he said.  "Tina, you may not look at the
board.  You must answer truthfully any questions that anyone in the
class asks.  Within the parameters that we discussed, of course."

      	"Yes, Sir," replied Tina.




Cindy:

      	Watching her Mistress submit to Mr. Jennings was odd.  On the
one hand, it disturbed her -- more than she would care to admit -- that
someone might hurt her Mistress.  On the other hand, just watching and
knowing what Mr. Jennings was going to do made her really, really hot.

      	Mr. Jennings wrote on the board:

      		Rope Bondage
      		Teasing

      	Cindy watched as he pulled several lengths of light brown rope
out of a bag.  As he prepared, he told the students to move their desks
to the edges of the class, in a circle.  He also said that he wanted
them to do this for the rest of the week.  Once that was done, he put a
borrowed gym mat on the floor and motioned Tina to the center of the
room.

      	Cindy could see her Mistress was excited.  Her breasts seemed a
little swollen, and her nipples were stiff.  Cindy's own nipples were
also very stiff, and she was leaking like a faucet.

      	"First," said Mr. Jennings, "we're going to start with a little
upper body bondage.  I'll be using some hemp rope, a piece of which
I'll be passing around the room.

      	"I can't stress this enough:  What I'm doing here is a
demonstration.  Do NOT do this at home or you could get seriously
hurt."

      	"She does it at home," said Deborah in an accusatory tone.

      	"You don't know that, and neither do I," said Jennings.

      	He proceeded to put Tina in a Ushirote munenawa (arm and chest)
tie.  She'd told him she was very flexible, so when he'd finished, her
wrists were crossed high between her shoulder blades and the tight
ropes at the base of her breasts forced them to bulge out.  Jennings
explained the short and long term effects of those ropes on breast
sensitivity, but beyond putting the rope on her, he did not touch her.
In fact, she noticed he went out of his way not to touch her.  Darn.

      	"Now, I'd like no more than three volunteers to come up here to
touch her breasts.  You have her permission, because she's allowing me
to control her Requests for the demonstrations we'll be doing."

      	Every male hand in the class shot up, and two female hands.
Jennings was surprised to see that Jenna Rains was one of them.  Randy,
Deborah's boyfriend, put his down when Deborah cleared her throat in a
loud voice.

      	Cindy watched as each student fondled her Mistress for the sixty
seconds allowed.  Jenna was anything but tentative, and pinched Tina's
nipples very hard.  To her surprise, Mr. Jennings did not stop the
girl, but then, Tina didn't call Mercy either.




Tina:

      	This was torture.  Of a type that Tina really loved.  She loved
being teased while not being allowed to orgasm.  Mr. Jennings had made
it clear that, until he gave the word, she wasn't allowed.  That was
good, but just like yesterday, her body was storing more and more
sexual energy.  She hoped that she could hold it all, otherwise when
she came she might not be lucky enough to merely dump the energy into
Cindy.  She really had very little control over where it went, to be
honest.

      	The first to touch her were the boys.  It was warm in the room,
and she was sweating a bit.  She could smell her scent and knew that
she was affecting people a lot.  Her breasts were slightly damp, and
very swollen from the ropes.  The people who touched her would be
affected not only by her pheromones, but the aphrodisiacs in her sweat,
as well.  She knew that some of the other Circle members could control
that, and wished she could, as well.

      	Each boy gently cupped her hardened breasts.  Both of them had
felt up girls before, and knew that Tina's breasts must be under a lot
of pressure to be so hard.  They both spent their time playing with her
breasts and nipples, watching her softly moan and twist as they
stimulated her sensitive breasts.

      	Jenna was different and surprised Tina a lot.  First, she used
her nails to stroke Tina's flat belly and wet inner thighs.  Then she
ran them slightly harder over the base of each breast.  Tina's breath
quickened when, during the last fifteen or twenty seconds of her time,
Jenna concentrated on her nipples.

      	First, she squeezed hard, making Tina gasp.  Rather than let up,
though, she just tugged.  Tina adored harsh nipple play.  For her, this
was just a warm-up.  But a very hot warm-up.  She could feel Jenna's
lust blazing through her body.

      	"You have to answer my questions," said Jenna.

      	"Yes," said Tina.

      	"Do you like this?" she asked, rolling the swollen, dark red
tips in her fingers.

      	"Yes," replied Tina.

      	"How about this?"

      	Jenna tugged harder, getting a better grip and pulling up, then
started using her nails on Tina.

      	"Goddess, yes," Tina hissed in pleasure.

     	This was not going well, thought Tina.  I'm not allowed to cum,
and all this damn lust is slamming into me.  Someone's gonna get fucked
when I get home.  If I make it that long.

     	"Time," called Mr. Jennings.

     	With a  last, vicious twist, Jenna let go.  She paid for it,
though, Tina knew, because as her own lust spiked, so did Jenna's.
More sweat beaded her body as her arousal grew.  She knew she should
have more control over how her pheromones affected people, but somehow,
that control was completely eluding her.  She was beginning to suspect
the hand of her Goddess at play, once again.

	Mr. Jennings went on to explain some of the safety rules to follow
when tying someone up.  Things like making sure that Tina's fingers
weren't going numb, or that she wasn't under too much strain.  Tina had
told him she was very flexible, and Jennings intended to take advantage
of that.  Next, he used more rope around Tina's waist, constricting it
a great deal.  Again, not as much as she might have liked, but that was
more than okay.  People were really getting turned on, and she couldn't
shut them out any more.

	Finally, he had Tina spread her legs, then knelt in front of her to
run the rope between her inner labia and adjust the knot that would
rest against her clit.  Tina could tell it was almost his undoing.  She
was soaking wet and swollen from excitement, and for a few seconds, all
he could think of was plunging his tongue into her.  He managed to keep
from doing it, though, and pulled up the rope, tying it tightly behind
her.  The knot hid her clit, but her inner labia were full and heavy
with blood.

	He explained what he had done, plucking the ropes and causing the teen
to gasp as the rough knot thrummed her clit.  He gave hints on how to
ensure that the tightness of the rope was right for the sub, mentioning
that he'd made it rather tight on Tina.  Next, he roped her legs
together at thigh and ankle, all the while giving safety tips and
advice.  Finally, his face flushed, and his cock an iron bar, he stood.
 Tina was amazed at his control.

	"This is where the teasing comes in," he said.  "Observe."

	Tina groaned as he slid a simple, plastic vibrator behind the ropes,
right under her belly button.  The pressure increased on her clit, and
she bit her lip.  This guy sure knew how to tease.  Then he turned on
the vibrator and stepped back.  Immediately, her hips began to move.
Once again, Jennings seemed to completely ignore his subject as he
talked about ways to build anticipation and pleasure, and always,
always, safety first.  Then he allowed the students to ask questions.

	"That looks like it really hurts," said one girl.  "Does it?"

	"Not really," said Tina, trying to hold her voice steady.

	"So, you like how it feels, then," asked a guy.

	"Um, yes ... it's pretty distracting, though," she smiled.

	"Can you cum like that?" asked Jenna.

	"Yes."

	"But you're not allowed, are you?" asked someone else.  "So,
what happens if you cum anyway?  It's not like anyone could stop
you."

	"That's part of the scene," said Tina.  "I've told Mr. Jennings
I will follow his orders, and if I don't, then I'm not playing by the
rules.  If I were to just cum whenever I wanted to, then I might as
well just masturbate or have straight sex."

	"What if you can't stop?" asked someone else.

	"Then I'll either get punished, or my Dom will recognize that he
pushed me too far," replied Tina.

	"Doesn't it make you feel like a second-class citizen to let someone
else tell you when you can have an orgasm?  I mean, ever hear of
Women's Lib?" That comment came, predictably, from Deborah.  "Like,
you're setting us back a hundred years."

	"I'm not setting anyone back," said Tina.  "What's the use of
having a choice if you can only choose what someone else thinks you
should do?  I find this very sexually exciting,"  Tina's eyes bored
into Deborah's as she continued, "and I'll bet I'm not the only one
who does."

	Tina could feel Deborah's intense arousal.  The girl was all but
squirming in her seat, and since she was so aroused, she was very open
to Tina.  Tina could see that Deborah was, indeed, a submissive, and
had a number of very nasty fantasies she'd love to experience.  Problem
was, her mother thought that any show of female submission was an
admission of weakness and a betrayal to women everywhere, so Deborah
was very conflicted.  Still, Deborah's fantasies -- or Debbie, as she
liked to think of her private, slave self -- were very hot and pushed
Tina to the edge of cumming.  Tina was an exhibitionist, and this was
about as exposed as someone could get.  That damn rope, the throbbing
of her breasts and the vibrator were really doing a number on her.

	"I'm sure you're not," said Mr. Jennings, stepping in to a
conversation that might turn very ugly.  "But you are looking a
little distracted.  Are you ready to ask permission to cum?"

	"No, Sir," replied Tina.

	"Well," smiled the man, "Then I guess it's time to up the
stakes."

	Upping the stakes required turning off the vibrator, then removing the
waist and crotch rope.  Jennings had Tina sit cross-legged on the mat,
then tied her crossed ankles together.  Next, he took the ends of that
rope and ran it behind her neck, forcing her to bend over until her
forehead was just touching the mat.  Finally, he tied the rope off.
There were exclamations of surprise as people commented on how much
that might hurt.  There were more exclamations when he her pushed her
over backward until all her weight was resting on her arms and
shoulders.  The students could see how open, wet and completely
vulnerable she was.  Then Jennings (the bastard!) proceeded to raffle
off her orgasm.

	"I'm thinking of a number between one and sixteen, inclusive," he
said.  "Everyone who would like, will have the chance to guess it.
The winner will be allowed to give, or withhold, Relief to Tina.  In
the meantime, so that she doesn't get bored..."

	Jennings moved a stand over near Tina, and quickly tied the vibrator
to it.  He then lengthened the rope so that the vibrator would just
graze her clit, and of course, swing away if touched, then turned it
on.  Several of the female students in the class shivered, and Tina
could feel that they were all being affected by her show.  Eventually,
a winner was chosen:  Randy.  Deborah, of course, didn't participate,
nor did several of the other girls.  Jenna had, though.

	"Okay, Randy," said Mr. Jennings, "your choice.  Are you going
to let her cum or not?"

	Randy was beside himself with lust.  Really, Tina knew it was Deborah
he wanted in this position, but for the moment, Tina would do.

	"Randy," came Deborah's voice, "you'd better not touch that
little slut if you know what's good for you.  I'm sure she'll find a
way to get off later."

	An ultimatum from his girlfriend, in class, was not likely to make
Randy a happy camper.  On the other hand, it was an ultimatum from his
girlfriend, so he gave an apologetic look to Tina and shook his head
no.  She closed her eyes... that fucking vibrator was making her nuts.
Jennings had positioned it in the perfect position to torment her clit.
 She really needed to cum, but was thankful -- if that was the word for
it -- that she wasn't going to be given the opportunity.

	"Well," said Jennings, removing the vibrator, "I guess that's
that."

	A loud cry went up.  The class was unhappy, and Deborah was the
recipient of a number of unpleasant comments.

	"Oh?" said Jennings, "does the class have a different
opinion?"

	There were loud yells of "YES!"

	"So, you think Tina has suffered enough?"

	More yeses.

	"Well, I could bend the rules.  As her Dom, I could change my mind.
If you really think Tina should get Relief."

	Lots of nods of agreement.

	"Jenna, she's all yours.  You have five minutes to make her cum,"
said Mr. Jennings.

	Jenna all but jumped out of her seat, and Tina groaned.  Why the hell
had he picked her?  Jenna took the vibrator from Mr. Jennings, and
spent the next four and a half minutes using her apparently extensive
knowledge of female anatomy and sexual response to tease Tina to the
brink of an orgasm.

	Still, it had a price, Tina knew.  Jenna was bi-curious, and right at
the moment, all she wanted to do was plunge her tongue into Tina's red,
slippery pussy and suck her to orgasm.  She worked her fingers between
Tina's squashed breasts and upper thighs and squeezed her nipples,
hard.  She ran her fingernails over the taut skin of her ass, even
brushing her asshole.  Tina was very sensitive there, and Jenna smiled
as she found yet another weak spot.  But Jenna was suffering, too.  She
wanted to yank her clothes off and pull Tina's face into her pussy
while she licked Tina.  She had no interest in being tied up, but
longed to feel Tina's fingers in her pussy.  If she'd been a little
braver, she would have pushed a finger into Tina's other hole.  It was
coated with her pussy juice, so it would not have been a problem.
Jenna knew she'd love that herself.

	Eventually, Tina gave her what she wanted:  She begged for an orgasm.
Jenna granted it, the fingers of one hand digging into Tina's swollen
nipple, while her other hand held the vibrator to Tina's clit.  When
Tina came, so did Jenna.  So did several other people -- including,
Tina noted, Deborah.

	After she came, Jennings quickly untied her.  He had a blanket ready
and some water, and explained after-care, as Tina sat with the blanket
around her.  She didn't need after-care at the moment, but it was nice
of him to offer it.  For her, this had been a very mild scene.  She was
feeling a little unfocused, though, as so much energy zipping around
her nerves made any concentration difficult.  Finally the bell rang,
and she had to go to her next class and hope that she could hold it
together.




Cindy:

	She could not believe what her Mistress had gone through.  Her small
body was vibrating with unrelieved lust.  That would have been okay if
she could have served Tina.  Then, at least, she could have
concentrated on something other than her own desires.  But that wasn't
the case, and Cindy was sure that Tina wasn't going to let her cum
until tonight.  She shivered with lust and contentment, the feeling of
being controlled making her safe, warm and very, very aroused.

	She was able to, barely, concentrate on the physics lab.  She and Tina
were working on special projects together, and quite frankly, being
near her Mistress was putting her in a state.  Tina didn't really help
either.  The proprietary way she put her hands on Cindy, the soft
strokes and sharp pinches to her nipples drove Cindy crazy.

	"Mistress, please," begged Cindy at one point, "please let me
cum."

	She wasn't at the end of her rope, but this was really stretching her.
 Every touch from Tina poured lust into the girl's body, and Cindy was
starting to get a little wild.

	"Soon, lover," purred Tina.  "When we get to the mansion
tonight, I'll give you all the orgasms you can handle."

	"Yes, Mistress," the girl said.  She prayed for the clock to move
faster.

End chapter 2a

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