0 comments/ 32938 views/ 7 favorites Educating Kate Ch. 01 By: Mentor de Lyon The Proposition Time, as it nearly always does, had passed by much too quickly. Kate had been welcomed by many of our new French friends and was dating regularly. She, Jen and I had just celebrated her 25th birthday at a lovely 3-star restaurant in the 8th arrondissement of Paris. She had not found anyone special yet, however we knew that it would not be long before she found her "Jules" and Jen and I both knew that we were experiencing our last moments of total intimacy with Kate. She continued to recount to us the details of all but her most intimate sexual encounters. She was still as much in love with us as we were with her and we both continued to enjoy her sexually. "So what can we give Kate as something to remember us by?" I asked Jen as Kate was settling into a chair in front of us. "What haven't we tried yet?" Jen laughed. I handed Kate a glass of cold champagne and then poured one for Jen and myself. We toasted our present love for each other and to Kate's future loves. "Well, what do you think she should learn next?" Jen returned. "Maybe we should ask Kate what kinds on sexual encounters she would like to explore further with us", I said turning to Kate. "Well, let me think". "I have been having lots of hot fantasies about sadomasochism since that time at the club," Kate said. We had taken Kate with us to an exclusive and rather secretive club we had found through our friends Marc and Sophie with whom we shared a mutual interest in dominance and submission. Sophie was as much a submissive as she was bisexual, as were both Kate and Jen. That evening we had attached a silver chain to a black leather collar she was wearing, with nothing else. We had invited everyone who spoke with us to touch her and speak to her in any way that pleased them. Most commented on her beauty and often to the attractiveness of her hairless pussy and or her lovely legs and ass. Her nipples were pinched and the occasional lewd suggestion or desire was whispered in her ear. As the evening progressed, the S/M scenes began to be enacted. I found a vacant St. Andrew's cross and cuffed Kate's wrists and ankles to it to whip her. While the crowed began to gather to observe her punishment I selected the proper instrument to meet it out from a long rack of whips, paddles, and floggers on the wall behind the cross. I selected a black leather "cat" with tresses that were supple enough to sting some but would not cut her severely. I pressed the cat-o-nine-tails to her lips to let her feel its texture as well as to invite her to kiss it, which would signal her submission to the flogging. She turned her head and licked the tresses that I offered to her before kissing them, a sign which Jen and I had used with Kate that she neither wanted nor needed any form of warm up to her flogging. The small crowd of onlookers gasped at the intensity of her first lash. Kate could not help from crying out as the cat-of-nine-tails found its mark again and again. I continued to flog her until 39 firm lashes had crossed her ass, thighs, and back. When I had finished, Kate was panting and sobbing in both from exhaustion and from intense sexual excitement. Her engorged cunt was dripping wet and her creamy white skin was glowed a brilliant red with several long white welts beginning to form across her back. One of the spectators, a handsome leather-clad Dominant who appeared to be in his early sixties passed me his card. He introduced himself as Jean-Pierre and told me that he was enchanted and impressed with my submissive. We continued our discussion and he offered to provide her with further training at his chateau if we and she would be interested. The address of the chateau was in a lovely region of the west of France. He told us that he had acquired a modest 16th century chateau in that he had converted for use as a training facility for the arts of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism. He said that he thought that Kate was ready and that he would be pleased to enroll her in the program if it would please her master and mistress. We thanked him for his proposition and told him that we would consider it carefully and contact him when we would have decided to pursue her education further. He then introduced to us his charge for the evening, a slender young woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes who was called Alicia. She was also being led completely naked by a thin chain that was attached to leather cuffs that held her hands together behind her lower back, just below the ends of her lovely long hair. Jean-Pierre asked us if Alicia could take Kate down from the St. Andrew's cross. We agreed that she could and added that if would please us if she would also bring Kate to orgasm. Jean-Pierre consented and released Alicia's cuffs. She walked over to Kate, who had finished sobbing and caressed Kate's back with her small soft breasts to soothe the welts from her whipping. Then she kissed Kate and whispered something to her. Kate smiled and nodded in agreement. Alicia gently uncuffed Kate's hands and I removed her ball-gag and hood. Then I bound Kate and Alicia together with a piece of chain about a meter long attached to two ankle cuffs. They held hands and Jean-Pierre and Jen then led them to a coin calin a small private room with a red leather covered mattress on the floor. "Alicia, fuck Kate until she comes," Jean-Pierre ordered. "Oui maître," she responded. Jen and I watched as the two lovely bi-submissives lay down together on the mattress and Alicia kissed Kate's mouth softly and sensually. When we saw Kate responding to Alicia's kisses we closed the door so that we could continue our discussion with Jean-Pierre. We sat down at a small table and ordered a bottle of champagne. A few minutes later we heard Kate's orgasmic cries signaling that Alicia's practiced fingers, lips and tongue had completed their task. The Flight to the Chateau The day Kate was to arrive at the chateau for her training was a bright sunny day in Lyons. The meteo or weather report, as much as it could be trusting in that part of France, called for much of the same all week. Since the trip by car would have been over five hours we decided to rent a small airplane and fly there. I had finished the additional pilot training and examinations necessary to convert my US pilot's license to a French one and we had taken several trips by air to the south of France for weekend getaways and to meet with various swinger friends we had met over the internet. We packed the night before so that we could arrive early the Saturday morning to check over the aircraft and file the necessary paperwork to keep the plane over the weekend. The gleaming red and white single engine airplane was waiting for us when we arrived. I was equipped with GPS navigation system so that we could fly directly to a small airport close to the chateau. I calculated that the fight would take about two and a half hours. Kate and Jen climbed in the back seats to be together and I strapped in a case of Cote Rôtie, a wonderful wine from our region that we were bringing as a gift for Jean-Pierre in the right front seat. Jen usually fly next to me as a copilot, helping with navigation and communications, but that day she wanted to sit next to Kate, which I had imagined would involve some airborne lovemaking. Kate was very excited and more than a little nervous about her training at the Chateau and Jen calmed and reassured her while I prepared the plane for take-off. I pulled the mixture control to idle-cutoff, as is the procedure for fuel injected engines, and engaged the starter. After a few turns of the propeller the 180 horsepower engine sprang to life and smoothed to a purr as I pushed the mixture control to rich. I radioed ground control and we taxied to runway 34 for departure and then tuned to the tower frequency and advised them our intended departure direction. The tower cleared us for takeoff and I advance the throttle to full power and the 180 horses pulled us up into the clear blue sky of the Rhone valley. After hand-off to departure control I turned to our heading towards or destination. The GPS showed an estimated time in route of 2 hours and 37 minutes as we settled in at our cruising altitude. I glanced back at Kate and Jen and saw that they had removed their headsets as well as Kate's T-shirt. Jen's jean skirt was hiked up revealing that she had decided against panties that day and she had already unfastened Kate's cutoffs. I watched Jen slip her right hand slip into the waistband of Kate's white cotton panty and then returned my flying duties in the cockpit while Jen and Kate flew each to even higher heights. When they had finished making love, Jen put on a black garterbelt and stockings and a black lace sleeve-dress that she had packed in her flight bag for our arrival at the chateau. Arrival at the Chateau The invitation letter that we had received from Jean-Pierre said that Kate should report to the chateau at about 10 o'clock on the morning of June 16th. It went on to say that she should be accompanied by her Master and Mistress and that should bring nothing with her except her birth control prescription. Everything else would be provided to her through the duration of her training. The letter also mentioned that she would receive the exact directions to the chateau and her admittance letter on notification that her tuition had been wired to a numbered bank account in Zürich. The letter also stated that Kate should present herself wearing a simple white dress with white heeled cotton sandals and nothing else. A hand-written note from Jean-Pierre addressed to Jen and I had also been included in the envelope. The note said the following: "To assist with the introduction and testing process, please see that Kate has been stimulated sexually about one half hour before her arrival. There are some lovely wooded areas on the grounds of the Chateau that you will find convenient for this purpose. (Your driver will be familiar with them them). Most cordially, Jean-Pierre" We were met at the airport by the "driver" and a gleaming black 18th century coach pulled by two identical gray horses. The lovely old coach looked more than anachronistic beside the shiny new airplane in which we had flown from Lyon. The coachman opened the door for Kate and Jen and helped them climb up into the cab. Then the coachman and I put up our luggage and the flight bag. The coachman was a handsome young man in his mid-thirties and was dressed in costume dating to the era of the coach. The driver mounted the coach, clucked to the horses and the carriage lurched forward. Kate and Jen settled into their seats as we listened to the clip-clop of the horses' hooves and the crackle of the gravel beneath the huge wooden-spoked iron-bound wheels of the coach. The cab was quite comfortable and was appointed with olive colored upholstery in olive green velvet. The interior of the carriage smelled slightly musty likely owing to the ages of neglect it had withstood in storage before Jean-Pierre had had it restored it for its present use. Kate seemed a little nervous so Jen put her arm around and pulled her close to calm her. She kissed Kate gently on the cheek and whispered to her. "Me too," said Kate. Then she kissed Jen. As we neared the chateau I reminded Jen that Jean-Pierre had requested that Kate be "stimulated sexually" before her arrival. I saw that we were nearing one of the secluded wooded spots that Jean-Pierre had mentioned and asked the driver to pull into it. He obliged and dismounted to tend to the horses as Jen, Kate and I climbed down from the carriage. The coachman smiled at Jen and as she thanked him for the ride and mentioned to her that there was a "comfortable" place just behind a grove of large trees near where we had stopped. "Please join us if you'd like to," Jen said to him as she kissed him gently on the cheek. He smiled at her again said that he would be pleased and honored to join us. He took Jen's hand and led us into a small grassy clearing surrounded by a stand of century-old oak trees. There were some large smooth boulders in the clearing where we laid our coats and the driver's three-cornered hat. The coachman took off his heavy driving coat and laid it with our things leaving him in beige laced pants, a white ruffled shirt and his black riding boots. The growing bulge beneath the lacing of his trousers relayed his excitement to Jen. She crouched down in front of him spreading her thighs and began to undo the laces of his riding pants. Jen's position beneath him revealed the tops of her black stockings and garters as her black sleeve-dress rode up her thighs. I put my arm around Kate's waist and turned her so that we could watch as Jen freed his rapidly hardening cock. Jen stroked the coachman's manhood and he slid the top of her dress down to her waist exposing her breasts and the creamy smooth skin of her back to his ravenous gaze. He rubbed his palms over her already hardened nipples as she licked his balls while looking longingly into his eyes. Jen inched her tongue up the driver's then fully erect cock from its base to its thick bulbous head and then slowly took the entire length of it into her mouth and throat to suck him off. As the coachman moaned to the sensual rhythm of Jen's bobbing head, I turned to Kate and leaned to kiss her deeply. "Please let me be naked," she implored me. "I want him to watch you fuck me." "Strip for him -- completely," I ordered her. Kate faced the coachman and did as I had asked, slowly and sensuously began revealing her lovely body to him. When she was completely nude, I directed her to move behind Jen and to place her left hand on Jen's shoulder. "Now touch yourself for him Kate," I whispered to her. I stripped as she spread her thighs and slowly slipped her hand between her legs to stroke her already sopping pussy, her eyes locked into the coachman's rapt stare. She parted her labia with her fingertips exhibiting the wet pink folds of her cunt to the coachman's eyes that were then half hooded in excitement with the heat of the scene he was experiencing. Kate's nipples hardened as she felt his wanton gaze feasting on her beauty while she lewdly flicked and rolled her erect and sopping wet clitoris before him. I grasped Kate's hips and pulled her back against me, which caused Kate to bend forward as she supported herself on Jen's shoulder. She then used her other hand to caress Jen's breasts and nipples. I penetrated Kate's hot wet cunt in a single thrust and replaced her fingers with mine to frig her clit as I fucked her. Jen's fingers had been busy with her own pussy as she sucked the coachman's cock. They made slick sounds as she finger-fucked her sopping wet cunt and pummeled her slippery swollen clit with her thumb. Jen's soft wet lips and tongue on his turgid prick soon became too much for the coachman to resist. He threw back his head as a groan of ecstasy escaped his lips. Jen's orgasm charged through her just as his first jet of the coachman's cum shot into her face. His white hot semen covered her face and lips and cascaded down onto her heaving tits. I pounded my cock hard into Kate from behind until she came, her orgasm triggered by the sight of rope after rope of the coachman's warm spunk splashing onto Jen's face. When Kate had finished coming I pulled my cock out of her and lifted her up to embrace and kiss her. Then I pushed her to her knees, grasped the back of her head and ejaculated into her waiting mouth. Her sparkling green eyes smiled up at me as she swallowed every drop of my seed. Kate and Jen moved to the coachman's sides to embrace and kiss him tenderly. Then we all searched for our clothing strewn on the grass around us so that we could dress. Before Kate began to get dressed I handed her a package I had brought with me from the coach. It was wrapped in plain brown paper tied with string and contained the simple white cotton dress and white cloth sandals she was to wear to her induction into her training at the Chateau. She put them on and we all told her how sweet and beautiful she looked in them. After we had dressed, the coachman led us back to the carriage and helped Kate and Jen get inside. He then drove us the short remaining distance to the Chateau, through the tall black wrought iron gates, and onto the circular front drive in front of the main entrance. Kate's Induction into the Chateau Jean-Pierre swung open the heavy wooden doors of the chateau and descended the marble staircase to greet us. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and black suit. He whispered something to Kate and she took his hand to be led in front of us up the steps and into the chateau. Jen and I followed them into the chateau's former salle des gardes, which had been converted into a reception area. An induction and testing area was in a larger room just off the salle des gardes. When Kate had finished registering, a statuesque brunette wearing a white lab coat with matching hose and pumps and large horn-rimmed glasses approached us. She smiled and introduced herself as Madame DuPont. She gently took Kate by the arm and led into the testing area. She then asked Jen and I to make ourselves comfortable while she examined Kate in a small room next to the testing area. We found our seats in the gallery just behind a control area filled with computers, printers, and chart recorders that Madam DuPont would use to monitor students responses. The testing room was arranged much like a classroom, but the far wall was lined with large overhead flat-screened monitors and video cameras. The room was painted to make one believe that the walls and ceiling were made of black and coral colored marble. The floor was classic French oak parquet which creaked only slightly from age when walked upon. There was a stage at the front of the room equipped with theater lighting. On the walls below the monitors was hung a collection of erotic artwork. The collection consisted of original oil-paintings and drawings and all were very beautiful and quite arousing. Madame DuPont led Kate into a white curtained area marked "Examinations". There she asked Kate to remove her dress and scandals and to sit on an examination table equipped with gynecological stirrups. She then gave Kate a thorough physical examination. "Kate, have you had sex today?" Madam DuPont asked. "Yes, Madame," Kate answered. "Heterosexual or homosexual?" queried Madam DuPont. "Heterosexual...mostly," Kate answered. "Did you have an orgasm?" Kate blushed and responded that she had. "How did you come?" Madam DuPont asked. "I came during intercourse from behind with my master and by his fingers on my clitoris," Kate replied. "Was the intercourse vaginal or rectal?" Kate blushed again. "Vaginal," she answered. Madame DuPont recorded Kate's responses on a clipboard that she carried with her. "Did you bring another person or other persons to orgasm?" "Yes Madame, my master." "Where did he ejaculate?" "I knelt down in front of him...and then he came in my mouth," Kate stammered. Her face had completely flushed with embarrassment while at the same time she began to feel a twinge of sexual excitement in her belly and she realized that she wanted Madam DuPont. "That's fine, otherwise we would have needed to give you a little douche before the testing," Madam DuPont said. She made a note in her clipboard and then looked up from it, smiled at Kate and stroked her cheek. "You'll do fine here little one," Madam DuPont said soothingly. Kate smiled back at her but then instinctively lowered her eyes as she was aware that she was to be submissive to Madame DuPont. Madam DuPont noticed her actions and made another entry into on her clipboard. Educating Kate Ch. 01 "Kate, you described your sexual encounter today as mostly heterosexual," Madam DuPont said. "Did you also have sex with another woman?" "Not full sex, but I caressed my mistresses' breasts and pinched her nipples while she masturbated and sucked another man's cock." "Did they orgasm as well?" Madam DuPont continued to press Kate. "Yes, my mistress came just as he ejaculated onto her face and breasts." "Did seeing that excite you, Kate?" "Yes Madam, very much...it made me come." "Very well, Kate," said Madame DuPont as she closed her clipboard. "Slide back a little and place your feet up in in the stirrups." Kate did as she was told. Then, Madam DuPont took a clear plastic bag from a drawer in the examination table. The sack contained a white egg-shaped device from which protruded a black wire loop. Madam DuPont opened the sack and withdrew the device and warmed it in her hand. In a few seconds a blue LED on the side of the egg blinked on. "This is a remote sensor and transmitter that will monitor your state of sexual arousal during the demonstrations you will observe," Madam DuPont explained. "It will measure various signals of sexual excitation such as humidity, blood pressure and pulse rate, as well as vaginal contractions during orgasm." Madame DuPont squeezed some lubricating gel from a tube into her hand to warm in and then used it to thoroughly lubricate Kate's labia and vagina. "You are a lovely young woman Kate," Madam Dumont observed while gently caressing Kate's inner thighs. "Thank you Madam," Kate replied. "I think you are very lovely too." Then Madame DuPont inserted the egg-shaped device into Kate's vagina leaving the black wire loop antenna on the outside. "You can get dressed now Kate and then I will take you to your seat," Madam DuPont said. Madam DuPont then led Kate to her place in the training room where other students had already assembled. The students were women of various sizes colors and ages, however all of them were dressed identically to Kate. They were seated in comfortable looking black leather lounge chairs that had been adjusted to recline slightly. We watched Madam DuPont as she as she took her place at the control table and started up a laptop computer that she would use to the analysis of the student's responses. She then powered on the chart recorder and checked to make sure that the roll of tracing paper was aligned correctly. Then Madam DuPont adjusted her microphone and tapped a pencil on her water glass to bring the room to order. "Students, may I have your attention?" "Good afternoon class and welcome to the Chateau and to the advanced course in Domination and Submission". "My name is Dr. Emmanuelle DuPont and I will be your Principal Instructor." "You will now see a series of demonstrations that will be used to determine your specific sexual needs and desires to help us to adapt your learning to fit your individual "sexual centers". You are all sexually submissive females. The Chateau is also holding an advanced class for male dominants and the two groups will participate in each other's training." Excited whispering was heard from some of the students, which Madam DuPont immediately silenced with a single tap of her pencil to the rim of her glass. "For your information, concurrent classed for dominant females and submissive males will be held later in the year," continued Madam DuPont. Madam DuPont then touched a switch on the control panel that gradually dimmed the room lights. She leaned toward a microphone that was placed beside her on her desk. "Please present the first demonstration," said Madam DuPont. From a door to the left of the small slightly elevated stage entered an attractive man and woman who appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties. The young man was quite handsome with dark eyes and a good build. His apparent virility was accented by a mal rasé look as it looked as though he had not shaven that day. The woman was slightly shorter than he, but as equally beautiful and well proportioned, with a lovely and very sweet-looking face. She had long silky blond hair and blue eyes. The faint scent of her perfume became noticeable in the room. She was wearing a beautiful red and white sarong printed with a large flower motif. Her companion wore only a white terrycloth towel covering his muscular loins. They took their places on the stage facing each other while the stage lighting was adjusted to bathe them in warm red-orange light. Several video small cameras mounted around the room sprang to life and focused on them. Their image, captured from various angles appeared on the panel of flat-screen monitors above and behind the stage. They turned to smile at Madam DuPont seemingly to calm their nervousness. Madam DuPont entered several keystrokes into the laptop computer in front of her which activated the sensors in Kate's egg-shaped transmitter. Then she nodded to the couple that the demonstration was about to begin. "Arousal please," Madam DuPont announced. The couple smiled at each other and then entered a warm embrace followed by several sensual kisses each of increasing length and intensity. Soon the gentleman allowed his hand to slide from her shoulders and down her back so that he could caress and fondle the young woman's petite and shapely derriere. They continued to kiss as his other hand loosened the knot at the nape of her neck that held up her paréo. When he had unfastened it the colorful material fell away leaving his partner completely nude. He placed his hands on both sides of her narrow waist while continuing to kiss her deeply. His hands then then drifted up her torso to gently cup her lovely breasts. She moaned softly with arousal as his palms massaged her small rose-colored nipples until they hardened under his gentle touch. The nude young woman then broke their kiss and smiled into his eyes as her hand moved to his waist to remove his towel. It joined her sari on the floor beneath them revealing his semi-erect cock that was pulsing with his mounting excitement. Both of them appeared to have been recently shaved as their pubic areas were smooth and gleaming. The woman's hand caressing his hairless balls caused the young man's cock to pulse into full erection. A drop of pre-cum appeared at its opening an the young woman sank to her knees to lap it from the head of his prick as though she did not want to waste a drop of his precious liquid. At that moment the pens on the chart recorders came to life indicating the effect that the couple's demonstration was having of the students. Some of the tracing pens were more active than others indicating the relative level of the student's sexual interest in the spectacle. Then she took her lover's cock into her mouth to perform fellatio. The man's moans and sighs were a testament to the woman's sexual talents and set off considerable motion of the tracing pens as well. It became apparent to Jen and I that despite her professional demeanor, Madame DuPont herself was not insensitive to the sexual nature of the demonstrations. As she was attending to the various computers and chart recorders she had casually opened the two buttons of her lab coat covering her lap and occasionally her hand would dip between her legs to rub her pussy while she recorded the students' data. When it appeared that the young man was reaching his limit of endurance Madam DuPont spoke into her microphone. "Continue with the second demonstration," she said. From the right side of the stage another lovely young woman appeared and approached the kneeling woman from behind. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe and immediately slid it from her shoulders and dropped it behind her. Naked, she gently lifted the kneeling woman into a standing position. The first woman turned to embrace and kiss her. The cameras showed their breasts softly pressed together while they kissed until the friction caused the new woman's nipples to stiffen in anticipation of their lovemaking to come. The young man who was temporarily abandoned seemed content to watch his lover and her new friend. He maintained his erection by stroking his massive purple-headed cock, still slick with the young woman's saliva. The second woman sat down in a low armless chair that had been placed up on the stage behind her. She slowly spread her long shapely legs and leaned back in the chair presenting her moistening vulva to her Sapphic lover. The first woman knelt in front of her and the monitors showed a close-up of her lapping hungrily at her friend's slippery pussy. As she continued to caress the seated woman's cunt with her tongue, the man knelt behind her, spread her thighs apart with his hands and fucked her. His powerful thrusts drove the woman's face against her lover's pussy until it glistened with her sweet nectar. Just then the seated woman began to moan as her orgasm approached. "Karine, finish her now please," Madam DuPont directed. A monitor showed Karine insert two fingers into the seated girl's dripping cunt. She curled them so that her fingertips pressed firmly into her lover's G-spot. Immediately the seated girl gave a short cry and seemed to convulse as her orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning. Karine pumped her slippery fingers in and out of her until her spasms finally subsided. "That will be all, thank you," Madam DuPont said. The young man withdrew his still hard cock from Karine's pussy and they gathered their robes and then walked off the stage to the right. Madam DuPont turned and motioned for us to approach the control panel. "Would you like to see Kate's tracings," Madam DuPont asked as we walked up to her. Jen and I both answered that we would and Madam DuPont led us over to the chart recorder. "This line shows how wet Kate's pussy has become and these lines show her blood pressure, heartbeat and respiration. By the way, they all look excellent for a woman of her age," Madam DuPont continued as she moved her finger along the pen tracings. "Kate is getting quite excited now. Look at the spike here when she first sees James' cock...and here when Laure entered the stage...and here again when she took off her robe and when she and Karine first kissed. This large spike is when Karine brings Laure to orgasm." "Kate is in very good physical shape sexually and otherwise. These results confirm your responses to the questionnaire -- Kate is very much a bisexual," said Madam DuPont as she again leaned toward the microphone. "Demonstration three, please." Upon her command a well-built man entered the room from the left stage door. He was dressed in a black leather vest and pants and wore heavy black leather boots. He was hooded and in his spiked belt was coiled a medium length "black snake" whip. This imposing creature thrust before him a young woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She was blindfolded and nude except for a black leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs chained together, which served to hobble her. She was quite petite and very beautiful with long auburn hair that flowed down her back. Her small breasts were adorned with small light rose aureoles and darker rose-colored nipples, which had stiffened under the rough handling she was receiving from her master. He pushed her forward in front of him until they reached a smooth oaken whipping post that the stage hands had positioned on the right side of the stage. He unfastened the chain connected to her ankle cuffs and she raised her arms above her head. Then he attached her wrist cuffs to iron eyebolts near the top of the whipping post and pushed her long hair over her shoulders to fully expose her back. He roughly spread he thighs with his knee and attached her ankle cuffs to two more iron rings at its base. He then removed the whip from his belt and lifted the woven leather handle to stroke the side of the young woman's face. She obediently turned her head to kiss it. Then the hooded man uncoiled the whip and stepped back, carefully judging his distance from the creamy white skin of his charge. "Begin!" Madam DuPont commanded. He slowly pulled the snake-like whip through his hand as though to caress its leathery skin, drew back his arm and whipped her. The cries of the young woman at the shock of the first lashes soon turned to soft moaning as he skillfully coaxed the "black snake" to kiss the alabaster skin of her back, ass, and tops of her thighs again and again. Kate's polygraph tracing jumped across the chart as the pens recorded the excitement she was experiencing as she listened to the relentless hiss and crack of the whip and watched it striped and reddened the bound girl's milky skin. Only when Madam DuPont was satisfied that she had obtained sufficient data did she stop the whipping. At that point the young girl was panting from near exhaustion as well as from clear sexual excitement as her juices literally dripped from her engorged pussy lips. The hooded man thrust a gloved finger into the young woman's cunt and presented the glistening leather covered digit to Madam DuPont. "Fuck her," Madam DuPont responded. He unzipped his leather pants to free his erection that had been visibly hardening as he administered the young woman's whipping. The young girl cried out again as he roughly grasped her hips pulling her to him and shoved his thick cock into her dripping cunt. We had moved behind Madam DuPont so that we could look over her shoulder to observe Kate's polygraph recordings during the demonstration. "Look at Kate's chart," Madam DuPont whispered. All of the pens had nearly jumped off the page the moment the young girl had been impaled by her tormentor's massive prick. "Even from the raw data it is clear that Kate is not only bi, but clearly submissive sexually," Madam DuPont said. "Can the probe you inserted into Kate be used to stimulate her as well?" I asked. "Yes it can, and quite efficiently," Madam DuPont replied. The leather man was pounding himself into Sara whose small breasts were forced firmly against the whipping post. Her cries and moans meeting each of his savage thrusts were reaching a crescendo. "When Sara comes, and I'm fairly sure she will in a moment, press this button," Madam DuPont said. She pointed to a small red button on the control panel. "This activates a vibrator in the "egg" and the knob beside it controls its intensity". "I think a setting of 7 should be sufficient for Kate this afternoon," she said adjusting the control. Sara's moans indicated that Madam DuPont had judged her level of excitement quite well and the needles of the chart showed that Kate too was nearing orgasm. "I'm sure Kate and Sara will make good roommates," said Madame DuPont. "I had already planned to put them together." Just then it became evident that Sara could no longer resist the intense pleasure she was receiving from the relentless pounding, and in seconds gave a sharp cry as she came followed closely by loud grunts from her tormentor as his white-hot sperm spewed from her cunt and streamed down her thighs. I pressed the red button and immediately we saw Kate's body jerk spasmodically as she came just as hard as Sara had. The polygraph needles literally "went off the chart" for several seconds until Kate's powerful orgasm finally began to subside. "It is normally set to measure orgasms of less intensity than the one Kate just experienced," Madam DuPont observed. "I think we are beginning to locate Kate's "sexual center," continued Madam DuPont. "Thank you all very much, we will move to the next session," Madam DuPont said into the microphone. Two technicians dressed in white lab coats entered the stage from the left and unfastened Sara from the whipping post while her master straightened himself and exited to the right. The technicians applied a soothing salve to the welts and red stripes that covered Sara's back, ass, and thighs and then gently placed a peignoir of transparent white silk over her shoulders. The robe was left the open in front. The technicians then bound hands behind her back with black leather cuffs and led her off the stage to the left. As Sara passed Kate she turned her head to look at her and their eyes met. Several other highly erotically charged scenes followed, including a bisexual male-male-female trio and a young woman who masturbated to orgasm using a futuristic-looking electronic vibrating phallus colored electric blue. By that time the demonstrations had ended, Jen and I were both quite aroused ourselves - both by the sexual scenes we had witnessed and by watching Madam DuPont's hand as it had repeatedly wandered through her unbuttoned lab coat during the session. We approached Madam DuPont and Jen placed her hand on her shoulder and whispered to her that we both would like to "be with her", if that could be arranged. Madam DuPont took Jen's hand and squeezed it as a gentle answer to our proposition. "Perhaps the both of you both would like to come with me as I analyze Kate's results?" Madam DuPont asked smiling. "She will now be taken to freshen up and for a small meal before her formal initiation into her training at the Chateau." "Kate is very responsive and seems to have a very wide base of sexual interests; Jean-Pierre and I are very pleased to have her as a student here." Madam DuPont rose from her seat at the control panel and we followed her to her office near the stage area. The office was quite warm and well-appointed with thick lavender carpeting and black leather chairs and lounges. Her large wooden desk was clean and tidy with a few mementos and photographs from sexual behavior meetings and congresses that she had attended over the years. She inserted a USB key into a laptop on her desk and pressed several keys to begin the analysis of Kate's data. When she was satisfied that the system was functioning properly, she turned to Jen and unbuttoned her lab coat to the waist. The room was softly lit with spotlights recessed in the ceiling that could be dimmed by a rheostat on Madam DuPont's desk. On the wood paneled wall were mounted four wide screen high definition monitors which were displaying images from various places in the Chateau. Madam DuPont dimmed the room lights and took Jen's hand to lead her to a leather divan. Her smile beckoned me to follow them. Madam DuPont then embraced Jen and kissed her deeply. I saw Jen's knees begin to quiver slightly as she responded to the kiss. Madam DuPont then took Jen's right hand and drew it into her open lab coat and placed it on her full right breast. Jen needed no further encouragement and kissed Madam DuPont hard as she pulled her lab coat open to expose Madam DuPont's lovely body to me. She was wearing a white lace bustier with garters attached to the lacy tops of her white stockings that framed a white lace thong that she had thoughtfully worn outside of her garters. Her white pumps made her slightly taller than Jen. Jen undid the rest of the buttons of Madam DuPont's lab coat and pushed the garment from her shoulders. The fully aroused women continued to kiss as I moved behind Jen, hooked my thumbs inside her black sheath dress and pulled it down past her waist exposing her body to a lover's gaze for the second time that day. Jen slipped from Madam DuPont's embrace just long enough to step from it as the dress puddled at her feet. Jen was still wearing her black satin garter belt and black stockings and matching string that had so thoroughly pleased the coachman that morning. From behind, her black stockings and garters framed and accented her creamy thighs and ass. I stepped back and sat down in the black leather divan to enjoy the spectacle of their Sapphic lovemaking. The two women were a beautiful contrast in black and white as they began to rid each other of the minor encumbrances to sex that they were still wearing. Jen gasped as Madam DuPont's fingers plunged into her black thong. Educating Kate Ch. 01 Madam DuPont's right hand made slick sounds as she caressed Jen's wetness. Madam DuPont curled a finger and allowed it to slip between Jen's folds. She then raised it to Jen's lips for her to lick clean before kissing her again deeply. Madam DuPont stepped back to admire Jen's lovely breasts and then took one after the other of Jen's hard nipples between her lips to kiss and suck them. Madame DuPont then pressed a button on her desktop and whispered to Jen that if we didn't mind, two gentlemen would be joining us. In a few moments two men in their early thirties entered the room. One was blond and the other dark haired and they were dressed identically in dark brown monks robes tied with rope belts. The pulled back their hoods to reveal their handsome faces. Madam DuPont motioned for them to approach Jen who looked at them with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "Strip her," Madam DuPont commanded as she re-donned her white lab coat. Jen looked over at me and smiled but stood motionless while the men gently but firmly did as they had been told to do. Then they each grasped a side of the waistband of Jen's black thong and slid it down her legs to the floor. The blond gentleman knelt in front of Jen to slide her thong off her shoes and removed it as Jen stepped out of it. Jen was left in her black lace garter-belt, black stockings and black patent leather heels. "That's enough," Madam DuPont said. "Now fuck her." As she shared my passion for candaulisme, Jen turned her head toward me again so that I could see in her face her rapidly mounting desire at the two men's' hands. The anticipation of the pleasure to follow caused a warm blush to come over her cheeks and chest. My cock hardened as well as I watched her eyelids hood with desire for the two handsome "monks". The men stood before Jen and removed their belts allowing their robes to fall open and reveal their already stiff cocks to Jen's wanton stare. Jen sank to her knees in front of them and alternated fellating each of them while using her hands to stroke the other's prick to keep it fully erect. The blond "monk" then moved behind Jen and gently grasped her hair to gently pull it to the side so that Madam DuPont and I would have an unobstructed view of Jen's cocksucking. Then he immobilized Jen's head by pressing it against his upper thigh so that his companion could fuck Jen's mouth. She moaned softly as he plunged his cock again and again into the back of her throat. The blond man rubbed his cock in Jen's silky hair and cupped her breasts while pinching and caressing her nipples to erection. Jen used her right hand to fondle the darker man's balls while he fucked her mouth and with her other hand she reached between her legs to stroke her dripping pussy and frig her clit. "Place her over the desk," Madam DuPont ordered. The men immediately pulled Jen to her feet and led her to the edge of the desk where Madam DuPont and I were standing. The dark man then pushed her over it from behind, which positioned her ass and pussy to his advantage. The blond man moved in front of her and grasped Jen's hair to lift Jen's face to his cock. He slipped his erection between her parted lips just as the dark-haired man thrust his turgid prick into her hot wet cunt from behind. Jen's fingers grasped the front edge of the desk as it rocked from the pounding she was receiving, which in turn forced the blond man's cock in and out of her mouth and throat. From the sound of her moans I could tell that Jen was ready to cum and I nodded to Madam DuPont. She then moved beside Jen and reached underneath her to caress her slippery clit to trigger her orgasm. Seconds after Madam DuPont's skilled fingers began to roll over Jen's clit she came powerfully. Jen's cries of passion were muffled by the cock in her mouth, as the men continued to fuck her through her orgasm. "Now," said Madam DuPont. Upon her command, the men withdrew their cocks from their respective orifices and groaning loudly ejaculated rope after rope of hot white cum all over Jen's face and ass. The cream dripped off her chin and coated her anus and her swollen well-used pussy lips. Her strong orgasm left Jen panting Madam DuPont thanked the men who closed their robes with their rope belts and quietly exited the room as quickly as they had entered. Immediately, a young woman entered the room dressed in a white nurse's uniform carrying thick white terrycloth towels and a plush white peignoir, apparently for Jen. The lovely "nurse" then knelt behind and licked the semen from Jen's ass and cunt lips. Jen cooed in appreciation of the nurse's gentle attention. The tops of the nurse's white stockings were held up with white satin garters which looked more than inviting as she bent over to lick Jen. Next she moved to Jen's face, kissed her deeply and then proceeded to clean the cum from Jen's face. She finished by kneeling to lap up the few drops of semen that had fallen to the floor. When she had finished, she moved in front of Madam DuPont and submissively lowered her head waiting for Madam DuPont's next command. "Take Madam to her bath and bathe her," Madame DuPont told her. The nurse then knelt behind Jen and removed Jen's, stockings and garter-belt. She helped her to her feet, placed the white peignoir over her shoulders, and gently stroked Jen's face. Then she took Jen's hand and led her from the room. I turned to Madam DuPont who had returned to the computer screen and dials she was monitoring. "I'm sure Jen thoroughly enjoyed that," I said. "I am quite sure as well," Madam DuPont smiled. "I analyzed her responses to the scenes we were watching as well," she returned. "I attached a small transducer onto her dress when we first met, so she was being monitored along with Kate." "Obviously not with as much precision as Kate's, but enough to get a feeling for what she finds exciting sexually," Madam DuPont continued. "Male plurality?" I ventured. "Yes, and of course candaulism," Madam DuPont smiled. "You are very fortunate to have two such lovely and passionate women who love you." "They both have many dreams and fantasies to be fulfilled." I knew how very true this was and warmly agreed with Madam DuPont. "Jen will be bathed by Monique and from the tracings showing her level of bisexuality, probably fucked again." "I hope so," I replied. "It makes me very happy when I know that she is enjoying herself sexually, in any manner that pleases her." "She is also quite submissive, like Kate, isn't this so?" Madam DuPont asked. "Yes, she can be quite submissive and brought to enjoy very intense stimulation," including the single-tailed whip," I replied. "What is Kate doing now?" I asked Madam DuPont. "She is being processed and supplied with her bedding and "clothing", such as it is," Madame DuPont replied. "She will share a room with Sara, who you have seen is also a submissive." "Sara is here for a second time to further her training in S/M as well as humiliation and degradation." "Her Master sent her here to prepare her for a trip he is taking to Tokyo." She will be accompanying her master and will be required to submit to his Japanese acquaintances who are wealthy Japanese businessmen". "Will she perform Bukake?" I asked. "Yes, as well as Shibari techniques shinju, sukaranbo, and karada which are intricate Japanese rope bondage methods." "I'm familiar with some of them," I replied. "Sara is quite masochistic and well experienced in the art of BDSM." "She will help Kate to find the intense pleasure in the various scenes and whippings she will experience here at the Chateau." "Will you and Jen be able to stay for Kate's initiation?" "It will take place this evening at eight o'clock." "Yes, we would love to attend," I replied. "We plan to fly home tomorrow morning if the weather stays good." "Very well", Madame DuPont said. "I'm sure Kate would want you to watch and experience it with her." Then Madam DuPont kissed me fully and deeply while I made short work of the few remaining buttons on her lab coat and slipped my hand under the waistband of her white lace thong. Her smooth hairless pussy was warm and was still sopping wet. I could feel the warmth of her desire as my fingers entered her. My cock strained against the confines of my pants as I finger-fucked her without breaking the passion of our kiss. I caressed her shoulders and slid my hand inside her bustier to gain access to her nipple. As my fingers strummed her slippery clit I pinched her nipple firmly and she came almost immediately and embraced me tightly to keep her knees from buckling underneath her. When her spasms finally ebbed she sank to her knees, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. My cock sprang forward grateful to be released from its confines. She smiled and looked up at me with her large brown eyes still moist with tears of pleasure. She reached behind her to loosen her bustier and pushed it down to expose her breasts and turgid nipples. Then she took the entire length of my cock into the warmth of her mouth and throat. It didn't take long for her talented lips mouth and tongue to push me over the edge. I grasped the back of her head and fucked her mouth hard until I filled her mouth with my hot cum. She continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm as rivulets of my seed escaped her mouth and dropped onto her ample breasts. When she had milked every spasm of pleasure form my cock and balls, I bent to kiss her. "They are fortunate too," Madam DuPont smiled. "Shall we observe Jen and Monique?" Madam DuPont asked as she rose to her feet. "Can we from here?" I asked. "Of course," she replied. She returned to her array of controls and pressed several keys on the computer in front of her. One of the large monitors flashed a high definition image of a beautiful white tiled bathroom with thick white towels and several sizes and shapes of natural sponges. There was a large shower with detachable shower heads at each end as well as a large whirlpool bathtub, which was wide enough for two persons to bathe together. She clicked a knob and switched the camera control to one showing the inside of the shower area and another that showed a thickly padded massage table in another part of the large bathroom. There was a shelf with massage oils, and an assortment of dildos and vibrators and small ceramic bowls that were filled with scented oils and heated with candles. Seemingly right on cue, Monique led Jen into the bathroom and Madam DuPont adjusted the camera zoom so that we could watch them. Monique began her duties quite professionally by untying the belt of Jen's the white terrycloth peignoir and helping her slip it from her shoulders. Completely nude, Jen turned toward Monique giving us a frontal view of her slightly from above. "Jen is a lovely woman," Madam DuPont observed, squeezing my hand. I caressed Madam DuPont's shoulders while she operated the controls zooming the camera to better observe Jen's body. Just then, Monique turned her head toward the camera as though she was looking for something. "What is she looking for?" I asked. "For my consent," replied Madam DuPont. "For her permission to have sex with Jen," she added. Madam DuPont then touched a button on the control panel and Monique nodded and smiled briefly. "I, how do you say, flashed her "the green light?" Madam DuPont mused. "When I pressed this button, a little green LED built into the video camera mounting came on." We watched as Monique took Jen in her arms as they shared a long first kiss. Madam DuPont zoomed the camera to study the mounting desire in their faces as their kissing became more and more passionate. We observed them intently for the tell-tale facial changes that indicated their mutual seduction. Monique's cheeks began to glow a deep rose color and Jen's facial muscles gradually relaxed giving her an almost serious look as the sexual excitement again overtook her. Monique's hands roamed over Jen's smooth back and Jen reached for the zipper-pull at the neck of Monique's nurse's uniform. She opened the front Monique's uniform in a single motion to reveal Monique's olive skin and lovely small dark tipped breasts. Then Jen pushed the dress from Monique's shoulders and it cascaded to the floor. Soon the two aroused women were completely naked. Monique reached past Jen into the shower to start the flow of warm water from the twin shower heads, and then led Jen into the steamy shower. The monitor showed the two women as they embraced under the gentle streams of warm water. Their kisses became more and more insistent and their hands and fingers more probing. Jen raised her right hand to caress Monique's left breast and to finger her firm pink nipple that glistened under the sheen of water. She then took it into her mouth and sucked and licked it to hardness causing a moan of pleasure to escape Monique's lips. Monique then took a more dominant role and pushed Jen back against the white tiled wall of the shower. She kissed Jen's mouth, neck, and then each of her nipples. Then Monique reached down to Jen's smooth legs and urged them apart with her fingers. Jen opened her thighs to allow Monique's fingers to enter her. We watched Monique thrust two long slim fingers into Jen's sopping wet cunt and then withdraw them to make Jen lick them clean. Then Monique finger-fucked Jen in earnest not stopping until Jen's body jerked as she screamed out the pleasure of the orgasm that coursed through her. Jen rode Monique's fingers until she was spent and panting. When she returned to herself the Sapphic lovers kissed deeply and passionately. Next Monique pulled Jen to her and raised her foot to rest on a wooden bench that had been placed against the shower wall. She then grasped Jen's neck from behind and pushed her down until she was kneeling on the tile floor in front of Monique. She then moved her hand to the back of Jen's head and pressed Jen's face firmly into her shaved pussy. We watched as Jen sucked and licked Monique toward ecstasy. As Monique's orgasm approached she pulled Jen's face harder into her rubbing her clit hard onto Jen's lips and tongue. The muscles of Monique's firm belly tensed as she rode Jen's face. Finally she grasped a handful of Jen's wet hair to hold her still while she fucked Jen's face until she came. Madam DuPont and I watched Monique as her orgasm rushed through her as her lithe body jerked against Jen's upturned face. After she had wrung the last tremors of pleasure from her orgasm against Jen's face, she relaxed and gently lifted Jen to her feet to kiss and thank her. Jen whispered something to Monique and she sat down on the wooden bench as Jen had evidently asked her to do. Jen whispered to her again and she spread her long lovely legs as widely as she could. Then Jen knelt in front of her and lapped and sucked Monique's pussy again. Monique turned herself on the bench so that we would have a better view of what Jen was doing to her. Then she leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Jen's skillful cunnilingus. In spite of Madam DuPont's professional demeanor, the sensuality of the bi-women and the intensity of the scene we were witnessing were not lost on her. She had inserted and finger into the white thong she was wearing and was masturbating as she watched the monitors. Equally aroused, I had removed my shirt and extended my cock from the confines of my trousers. "When Monique comes again, I'm sure I will too," Madam DuPont confessed. Still seated in front of her control panel Madam DuPont slipped off her thong and spread her legs to facilitate her self-pleasuring as I rubbed my cock against the back of her neck. "I would love to help you with that," I whispered into Madame DuPont's ear. She turned her head to kiss me deeply. Then I lifted her to her feet, and she bent over the desk supporting herself with one hand while continuing to frig her clit with the other. I pulled her white lab coat up, pushed it over the lovely full curves of her hips and fucked her. We both looked up at the monitor just as Monique threw her head back in a second orgasm. Just as she had expected the sight of Monique coming triggered Madam DuPont's orgasm. I felt her cunt muscles grasping my cock as I fucked her hard and fast to heighten and extend the waves of pleasure that swept over her, and then with a groan I shot my load deep inside of her. Departure As luck would have it, the weather finally refused to cooperate so Jen and I were obliged to fly home early to beat the arrival of a warm front that threatened to bring rain and low ceilings for the rest of the week. Before our departure we shared a lovely lunch with Emmanuelle and Jean-Pierre served in on a terrace that had been built into the second floor at the rear of the chateau. The terrace looked out onto the rows of grape vines that were part of the estate. We dined on rabbit with mustard sauce, fresh vegetables served with a nice light and fruity white wine and a baguette that was still warm from the oven. Cheese followed with a fresh garden salad and the meal finished with a delightful crème brulée and espresso. We thanked our hosts for their hospitality and for their acceptance of Kate into their program. They both said that they were happy to have Kate and that she would be a good student and would learn much during her stay with them and that they were both looking forward to seeing us again when we returned for Kate at the end of her training. After lunch our luggage was brought down and loaded onto the horse-drawn coach waiting to take us back to the airstrip. We kissed Emmanuelle and Jean-Pierre goodbye and a young blond coachman helped Jen into the cab. Jen was wearing a short strapless jean dress with black high-heeled sandals and nothing else, which the coachman surely discovered as Jen parted her thighs as she settled into the seat. She smiled at the coachman as she caught his lustful gaze. She whispered to him and he replied and smiled. I got into the cab and we waved to our hosts as the coach lurched forward pulled by the strength of the powerful black draft horses. "I asked him if he would take us somewhere private in the woods," Jen informed me. "He said he would love to." "Humm...that sounds like a nice way to top off our trip," I replied as her hand moved to pull down my zipper to free my hardening cock. We listened again to the crunch of the gravel and the steady clopping of the horses' hooves as we neared a small clearing similar to the one where we had stopped on our arrival. I gently ran my fingers though Jen's silky hair as her head bobbed slowly up and down on my sex. I could smell her perfume mixed with the earthy scent of fresh-cut hay and wild flowers that wafted through the coach's open windows.