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Partnering
by Tigger

Prologue 1.  The Roommates.

"Look, Tess, this is all silly.  You're going to get engaged to the man. 
You're going to marry the man.  Why not just say the hell with it and jump
his bones?   Have you stopped to think that this is the nineteen nineties
and not the eighteen nineties?  It is all right for a woman to go to bed
with a man before marriage, particularly when the man is the one she is
going to marry?"

Theresa Donelli looked over at her slim, elegantly beautiful, blonde
roommate and sighed.  "The nuns simply did too good a job on me at the
Home.  I simply can't imagine not taking my virginity with me to my wedding
bed.  Besides, I think it's romantic, a special gift to the man I love."

Barb Sutton shook her beautiful blond head in confusion.  "Then I don't
understand this conversation, Tess.  You want to stay a virgin, you stay a
virgin.  What am I missing here, besides the fact that the girl whose body
makes every guy in our social circle at school drool, is a hopeless
romantic?"

Tessa grimaced at the description of her physical attributes, the bequest
of an Italian mother and father she did not remember.  At five feet five
inches tall, she was dark and voluptuous.  The regular exercise of her
physical education teaching program at college kept her trim and her body
firm, but she was definitely round where girls were supposed to be round. 
Her breasts easily filled a 36 C cup brassiere and her fanny stopped
traffic when she wore her too-tight jeans on the street.

She returned her attention to Barb.  "It's just that I don't want to be
inept on my wedding night.  Just because I'm a virgin, that doesn't mean I
have to be ignorant.  Weren't harem girls trained, but still virgins at
their initial presentation to the sultan?  I want to be a sexy siren on my
wedding night.  A virginal one, but, really, I want to blow the man's socks
off when we go to bed."

Barb crooked an eyebrow at her friend.  "Not to disillusion you, darling,
but most guys don't wear anything, including socks to bed with their
women."  Tessa looked at her friend and then blushed when she understood
her joke.  Barb threw her hands up in despair.  "See, you can't even handle
a semi-lewd remark without blushing like a virgin."

"I am a virgin, Barb.  That's why I'm talking to you, even though I'd
rather run and hide in the bathroom now.  I want to get over that kind of
reaction.  I want to learn to be sexy, attractive.  I want to learn to be
a........"  her voice trailed off as she seemed to gather herself, " A slut
in the bedroom."  She practically yelled the words to get them out.  Then
she seemed to wilt from the effort of the confession.

"It is rather hard to learn to be a slut when you insist on remaining
'virgo-intacto'."  A thought occurred to Barb.  She looked at the dark
haired, olive skinned woman who was her roommate and best friend.  Her lips
curled at the sublimely evil little thought.  It just might work.  "Tess, I
might know someone who could help you and preserve your technical
virginity.  It may be uncomfortable for you, because you are carrying an
awful lot of moralistic baggage with you.  You could find yourself in some
downright embarrassing situations, but you wouldn't be able to quit once
you start a session.  In fact, you may have to do some things that you find
'dirty', but if you're serious about being trained like the Sultan's virgin
concubines, I might know a man who could train you."

Tessa's heart contracted.  Knots and butterflies grew in her stomach as she
considered what her friend was saying.  "What kind of dirty things and who
is this man?"

"About the man, I'll only say that he is a trainer of women, and that I
regularly submit to his training.  As to what he may require of you, I can
only guess.  You wish to remain technically virgin.  He may require you to
service him in other ways.  You do have more than one hole that can accept
a cock, love."  She grinned as her friend went scarlet again.  "I'm sure he
will insist on dressing you and on undressing you as he sees fit.  He may
punish you for failing to meet his standards by restraining you, spanking
you or a combination of the two.  But he is absolutely reliable.  If he
agrees to take you on as a trainee, he will respect your limits and you
will leave him each time with your little hymen intact.  The only catch is
that he may not be willing to take you on with that limitation."

Tessa looked at her friend who was herself starting to look distinctly
uncomfortable.  "When you, what was your word for it?  Oh yes,  when you
submit to him does he ...?"  She was unable to get the words out.

Barb grinned and decided that shock tactics were in order.  "Does he fuck
me?  Yes, Tess, he does, and quite magnificently, too.  So, do you want me
to put your case to him and see if he will accept your limitations and if
he will grant you an interview?"

"Tess, you make this sound like some kind of private school, with tuition
and everything,  You know I can barely meet expenses now with my
scholarship and you paying most of the household bills.  I can't afford to
pay such a teacher."

Now that the idea of her friend submitting to her Master had taken hold,
Barb could not let it go.  Born to wealthy parents and possessed of a trust
fund that made her wealthy in her own right, she had not stopped to
consider her orphan friend's finances when she had started this.  "Not to
worry, Tess.  If Lord William will accept you, I will pay for your lessons
as an engagement gift."  Tess started to protest and Barb held up her hand
for silence.  "No arguments.  I will pay for it.  Now tell me, are you
serious about being trained to be a sexy slut behind the bedroom doors or
not?"  Tess looked at her friend for long moments, almost in shock.  Then,
barely lifting her head and without looking at her friend, she nodded her
acquiescence.  "All right, then.  I will make the arrangements with the
Boyleston Academy tomorrow.  You should hear one way or the other about
your initial interview by the end of the week."  Barb swept out of the room
as Tessa sat in stunned silence, considering what she had just agreed to
do.

Prologue 2.   The Father and Son Reunion

Patrick McDonald sat in his father's throne room and wondered, not for the
first time, just what the hell he was doing there.  Actually, it was his
father's den in the large estate house on Cape Cod, but it was still the
place where his father had always reigned over his family.  Now his father,
Michelene McDonald, sat waiting in his high backed chair by the hearth for
his son to explain why he had requested this audience and what he wanted.  
Patrick swallowed hard and remembered the incident that had driven him to
come to his father for help.  That couldn't happen again.  He couldn't go
through that again.  He needed help and this couldn't be any worse than
that had been.

"Dad, I need your help.  I may have a problem."  he paused, searching for
the words to describe his problems in the least damning light.  There were
none.  His father's gaze locked on his.  "Dad, I'm concerned about sex." 
His father's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and he gripped hard on
his arm rests.  "No, no, not like that.  I'm concerned that I am not good
enough at it, ... at sex.   I had a girl, actually, she was an older woman,
maybe thirty or so, the other night.  God, Dad, it was a disaster."  His
voice broke and he looked down at his hands, shaking on the mug of Irish
Coffee his father had served him.  He had to get it all out.  "She LAUGHED
at me, Dad.  She threw me out of her apartment and LAUGHED at me."

His father sat quietly, letting his son recover his dignity after that
emotional confession.   For all his apparent adulthood and strength, his
tall, handsome red headed son was still gaining the experience needed for
full maturity.  He was still sufficiently unsure of himself to be badly
hurt by such an episode.  Michelene well understood the fragility of a
still impressionable, twenty three year old male ego.  No matter how strong
he knew his son to be, Pat's own self confidence was the issue here.  

He'd been a fool not to follow his instincts years ago.  A caring, mature
woman should have been paid to pick the boy's cherry and teach him the ways
of a man with a woman, how to pleasure them both to the fullest.  His wife,
however, had gotten wind of the arrangements and had made his life hell for
weeks until he'd finally caved in.  And this --- this humiliation of his
only son, was the price of that failure to follow through on what he had
known to be right.  "Tell me, Pat, was this your first time with a woman?" 
Please, God, don't make it that hard.

Patrick shook his head.  "No, I was pretty popular all through high school
and college.  I've had more than my fair share of girls.  Thought I was
doing pretty well, too,  But this was the first time with a really
experienced woman.  I thought I was doing well, but she said I didn't do
anything right, and that it wasn't worth her time to teach me to treat a
real woman properly.  Dad, I want to be good at lovemaking, hell, I thought
I was really good at lovemaking.  I want the woman I'm making love with to
enjoy my attentions, especially now."  His voice rose with each word.

His father made his decision as he always did - quickly.  His son's
confidence had been badly shaken.  Perhaps it was time to make up for his
own failure all those years ago.  But it would have to be different.  The
tender, gentle teaching of the erotic arts he had planned before would not
work now.  His son would not trust that the woman was being honest with
him, that he was in fact pleasuring her.  That his son would become a
superb lover, Michelene had no doubt.  Desire and good genes would see him
through.  However, his son would have to be challenged, would have to
triumph over obstacles during his training so that Patrick would be sure
that he had successfully achieved his goal of becoming an expert sex
partner.

"Pat, how badly do you want this?  How hard are you willing to work and how
much are you willing to take to achieve this?"  He put a challenging
inflection in his voice he was certain that his athletic, competitive son
would not be able to resist.

He was right.  Patrick's grey eyes flashed; his shoulders and back went
ramrod straight in response.  "Very badly, Dad, and I'll do whatever it
takes."  His voice was soft, but intense.

"Excellent.  I will make the arrangements today.  You must understand that
this will not be all fun.  In fact, most of it will be strange,
embarrassing and very uncomfortable for you.  Some of it might even involve
some pain, but you have to learn from someone you will come to trust,
implicitly, not to be merely humoring you.  Once you start one of these
training sessions, you will not be allowed to quit until it is completed. 
And I will be very disappointed if you do not complete the entire course of
study.  Do you agree to follow the plan that I will set up for you?"

His father's words bothered him.  Pain?  Embarrassment?  What did that
mean?  Well, the words about trust rang true.  He had to know that he had
succeeded.  He made his decision.  "I agree, Father."

His father smiled behind his cup.  He had reacted just as expected.  A chip
off the old block.  He'd call Lady Catherine as soon as Pat left. 
"Excellent.  Expect to hear from the Lady Catherine at the Boyleston
Academy in the next couple of days for an interview.  She is very strict. 
She will demand that you do things you may not and will not like, but she
will also bring out the best in you.  Now, you need to be getting back to
the city."  He shook his son's hand and watched him drive down to the main
road.  Yes, he'd do what had to be done to repair the harm done to his son. 
And he'd also make sure that Catherine got the name of the bitch who had
done this to Patrick.  Michelene McDonald took care of his own.  Then he
smiled.  While he was at it, he'd make an appointment for himself.  It had
been too long since the last time he'd had his ass warmed by the lovely
Catherine.

Prologue 3. The Boyleston Academy

The fireplace in their private apartment blazed as the pair came together
at the end of their workday.  The woman was a tall, regal ash blonde with
piercing green eyes.  The man was of medium height, a fraction under six
feet tall with brown hair he wore in pigtail, and dark brown eyes.  He
poured them both brandy from a crystal decanter as they started wind down
from the rigors of their day.  The scene would be quite like what would be
expected in most well-to-do, working couples' homes at this time of day
until one noticed the manner of dress of the two,  

Lord William Roberts, was resplendent in a black leather coverall affair
that criss-crossed his otherwise bare, muscular chest with two four inch
wide straps.  His trousers were of the same black leather and were held up
by the straps acting like suspenders.  His outfit was completed by heavy
leather biker boots and tight laced leather wrist and forearm gauntlets
that covered him from wrist to elbow.  From his belt hung handcuffs, a
short multi-tailed whip and a rattan cane.

Lady Catherine D'Alambert (originally Cathy Davis) was equally striking in
her garb.  Thigh high, black leather boots increased her five feet seven
inch height to well over six feet.  A long line corset-like one piece
covered her from an inch above the tops of her boots to just above the top
of her dark aureoles.  The garment combined to accentuate her trim waist
and to present her very shapely breasts to anyone foolish enough to give
her a thorough look, since only clients got to see her in such outfits. 
Full arm gloves covered her from shoulder to fingertip in skin tight
leather that connected at her armpit to the leather body suit.  A leather
skull cap from which a two foot long pony tail of hair protruded and a belt
similar to William's completed her ensemble.  Handcuffs, a leather paddle
and a strap hung from her belt.

The reason for the odd dress is simple; Catherine and William are
professional, lifestyle dominants.  Together, they owned and operated the
Boyleston Academy, a facility for dominance and submission that catered to
the very well-to-do in the greater Boston metropolitan area.  

Located on Commonwealth Avenue, the Academy consisted of five large, stone
and brick town houses in that stylishly elegant neighborhood.  All in a
single, uninterrupted block, the houses were indistinguishable from the
other high-class townhomes on the street.  In fact, the houses hid from
prying eyes the finest hall of domination sex play in all of New England. 
All five houses were connected from the inside permitting travel from house
to house without going outside.  

The outer two houses formed the 'dormitories' and living quarters for the
professional staff dominants and submissives who worked at the Academy. 
The next two inner most houses comprised the open areas of the Academy and
the lower intensity training areas.  The open areas were where clients
changed and connected with their assigned staff member, had a drink or
wound down after a session or might transact some business with other like
minded individuals in absolute privacy.  The low intensity training areas
were where interviews with prospective clients were held, where scenes that
did not involve heavy props or discipline might take place or where
demonstrations and lectures could be held.  

The center house was the centerpiece of the Academy; where the "dungeons"
were located.  Every room in that five story building was outfitted for a
variety of D&S, B&D and S&M type games.   Just about any scene a client
might envision could be accommodated within at least one of those rooms. 
The only requirement was that the client had to be able to walk away after
the scene was over.  A client might not sit down for a few days after one
of the Academy's Instructresses or Instructors finished with them, but they
would walk out under their own power.   Staff submissives were always
protected by monitors assigned to keep the client from getting carried
away.   Severe penalties and fines were assessed against staff members who
went too far in a session or who did not intervene in time to protect a
staff submissive.  Removal from staff and blackballing with other reputable
establishments could be imposed for repeated failures to protect the
customers or staff.

Unlike more public facilities, the Boyleston Academy did allow all
varieties of sex on the premises.  Sex between staff and clients was
acceptable provided that the client was willing to provide medical
documentation of good health on a regular basis, provided that condoms and
other protective shields were used and provided that both the client and
the staff member were agreeable.

Setting down his brandy, William came over behind Catherine and began to
loosen the laces on his lover's corset.  Although she was an honest twenty
four around her waist, the corset necked her down to almost twenty inches. 
She sighed in near orgasmic pleasure from the release of its iron grip. 
She sat down and began pulling off the boots, replacing them with a pair of
two and a half inch high heeled, orthopedically designed satin slippers. 
She sometimes wished for the comfort of flats, but she could not wear flat
shoes for any length of time anymore.  She'd played the fetish game too
long and the outlandishly tall heels  that were part of her professional
persona had shrunk her Achilles tendons.  No warm, snuggly bunny slippers
for Cathy, she sighed to herself.

She thought fondly of the podiatrist who had diagnosed and treated her
problem. She had rewarded that service by freeing his darkest, most secret
fantasy.  Catherine had turned into the most abject of her foot worshipping
clients.  She would have to call him tomorrow and get his ass in here for a
session.  It had been too long since his professional vocation and private
avocation had treated her feet to a sublime pedicure and massage.  She'd
wear her rubber boots tomorrow so that she'd be truly fragrant for the poor
boy.

"Who are you planning to torment now, Cat?  I've seen that look before. 
Most recently last night."  William grimaced as he sat down in his chair. 
His ass still stung.

Catherine's eyebrows lifted and a smirk covered her brightly painted lips. 
"Aw, what's the matter, poor baby, Willy's little bottom still sting from
Momma Cathy's strap?"  Catherine had originally been trained by William as
his slave.  Now that she was a full time domme, they 'switched' form time
to time with one another.  First with one of them as top, then, another,
later session with the other taking the dominant role.  Last night, she had
put William through a grueling session in her favorite dungeon, culminating
in a vigorous strapping and an equally vigorous fucking that had left them
both drained.  He'd taken her best without using the safety code word.  He
always did, damn him.  She had broken under his cane on several occasions,
although not recently and only to him.  It pleased her to know that he was
still feeling the burn of her strap, though.

"Yes, love, I am still feeling it.  I do believe I will continue to feel it
until the next time it's your turn in the barrel.  I think the Eton Room
will do nicely for you, then, don't you."  That shut her up.  She hated
English style dominance almost as much as she craved it with William.  He
was just too damned good with that cane of his.

She cleared her throat.  "How was your day?  Did you meet with that girl
that Barb is offering to fund with us?"

He smiled.  "Yes, I did, and a unique challenge she is going to pose for
us, too.  I almost turned her down when I got the full story, but at the
last moment, I couldn't resist."  he grinned at the thought.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, what is so special?"

"She's a virgin and she insists on remaining that way."  Catherine choked
on a sip of brandy and gave him an incredulous, unbelieving look.  He
smiled and nodded.  "She wants to become sexually proficient, a slut in the
bedroom as she herself put it, but she wants to remain technically a
virgin.  She is getting married next year and she wants to be skilled in
bed, but her strict upbringing is inhibiting her from sharing her man's bed
to learn how."

Catherine shook her head.  "How in hell are you going to do that.  I mean,
we have submissives who come in and don't want sex, some who don't want
penetration, some who won't do oral, but they understand and want the mind
games of the scene.  She can't even understand what she's asking for. 
Migod, to want to learn how to be a sexy little slut while staying a
virgin?  I'd be laughing if I didn't know you were serious."

"It will be a challenge.  Tessa is a very vaginal virgin and is very shy. 
She probably did not even strip during gym in high school.  I'm going to
have her do all her initial training at least semi-nude.  She has a lot of
potential, though.  Cute as hell and a body that won't quit.  She has
agreed to almost anything, other than anything that will actually break the
hymen.  Which is fully intact, by the way.  Doc Samualson found that out
during the exam.  She is willing to learn what I will teach her, any way I
want to teach it to her.  She has also agreed to our rule that a session
ends before she is allowed to leave.  So I said, why not.  I gave her the
training kit, told her to go to the library and what to study, and signed
her up for an appointment next week.  We'll see how long she holds out, but
I will be overseeing this one.  If somebody fucks this one up, I want it to
be me."

Catherine privately agreed.  She had never heard of a virgin coming to a
dominant to be trained for the marriage bed.  Frankly it seemed ludicrous.  
"Strange that she should come to us.  We are into D&S, not the plain
vanilla stuff she seems to be interested in.  Whatever was Barb thinking
of?  Does she have any potential in the scene at all?"

"Everyone has potential, lover, you should know that by now.  In Theresa's
case, she has the makings of a really fine bottom, maybe a fairly
acceptable switch.  I think she'll have to go a long ways in overcoming her
upbringing before she's ready to do much more than an occasional switch to
top.  As for Barb, I don't know, but I am going to find out and then, I
will deal with our very sneaky Miss Sutton.  That randy blonde bitch
probably did it so that I would get pissed and a little rougher with her."

 "Well I had a different one myself, today.  Mike McDonald's son is going
to be trained  as a lover.  Apparently, some yuppie bitch practically
traumatized the young man when he tried to make out with her.  She laughed
at him and he doesn't have much masculine confidence in himself anymore. 
I'm supposed to put him through the wringer so that he is absolutely
certain that I'm not throwing him a 'mercy fuck', I believe his Dad called
it.  I'm going to enjoy this one.  The kid is drop dead gorgeous.  I'm
positive he has a lot of top potential, too, but I'll need to bust his
balls for him for a while, first.  He's so uncertain of himself right now,
that only learning as a bottom will assure him that he's learned how to
please a mature woman."

"Sounds like a plan.  Just make sure he does learn and that you don't go
too far bottoming him out.  Michelene is not someone I want for an enemy. 
He is too powerful in the local political machine and he knows too much
about our operation.  He could shut us down in a heartbeat."

Catherine grimaced.  "I know.  I would have turned him down for that reason
if I thought I could.  McDonald was too adamant.  Anyway, I gave him the
starter kit, too, gave him the reading assignment, and told him to be here
next Monday.  I wish I didn't feel threatened by his father, though.  There
is something about this kid that gets to me.  I could really have some fun
with him if I were free to let go."

William sipped at his brandy and considered his lover.  He'd have to do
something drastic about the nudity of her ring finger one of these days. 
Good thing he wasn't the jealous type.  "Well, don't let go until you are
sure what you are dealing with.  If that experience was as bad as you've
said it was, you will have all you can do just putting him back together
again."  She nodded her agreement.  It sounded as if they both had all they
could handle with their new students.