From olejoe@alt.net Wed Aug 06 03:55:08 1997 Path: news.alt.net!usenet From: olejoe@alt.net (Ole Joe) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: {ASS} Partnering, Prologue, by Tigger Date: Wed, 06 Aug 1997 07:55:08 GMT Organization: Altopia Corp. - Usenet Access - http://www.altopia.com Lines: 413 Message-ID: <33e82bb1.69045307@news.alt.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.451 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.