Chapter 4: Graduation

“Mildred, Graduation is two weeks away, what shall we plan as festivities?” I asked my wife and delectable assistant headmistress.

“It’s all taken care of, James. Don’t worry your head about it.”

“What do you mean? How can’t I worry about it? Do you realize that this will be our showpiece which will set the tone and demonstrate our capabilities? It’s critical that our patrons see us at our best so they can spread the word.”

“Relax, James. Your role will be to do what you do best. All the rest is taken care of.”

“What I do best? What’s that?”

“Well, glad-hand the bigwigs who will be there, flirt with the ladies and ... help His Highness pass out the diplomas.”

“What diplomas? Why are we not discussing things together? And who is taking care of things? Why am I not included?”

“Now there is a heap of questions. Okay ... let me fill you in but on one condition.”

“What condition?”

“That you not interfere. James, I love you. You are a great headmaster; however, your sense of taste is abysmal.”

“Abysmal?”

“Stop asking questions, James. Let me tell you what we are doing.”

“Uhh ... very well.”

“I have organized the students and other instructors into a Graduation and Yearbook Committee. They will do the planning and organization under my supervision. When the agenda is ready, it will be submitted for our review. So do you agree?”

“Let’s get back to abysmal.”

“Abysmal, dreadful, awful, terrible, frightful, atrocious, disgraceful, deplorable, shameful, hopeless, lamentable. James, your taste in women, is sublime and what you do to them and with them is truly masterful. However, your taste when it comes to clothes, decoration, and things of the sort is all abysmal. If I did not lay out your clothes in the morning, you would wear a boater with tails and maybe spats and knickerbockers to complement your look.”

“Now Millie it’s not that bad.”

“Yes, it is. So leave the esthetics to the students and me.”

“Can I at least see the agenda?”

“Yes but no modifications without my authorization.”

“Bossy woman! Just wait till I get you in the dungeon.”

“You know how much I love what happens in the dungeon. I’ll look forward to it, but for now here’s the proposed agenda.”

Graduation Exercises

The Sexual Academy

Reception of dignitaries by Headmaster and Headmistress (Champagne Cocktails) Main Foyer

Address to graduates by His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales

Light Entertainment by diva Marie Lloyd singing ‘Wink the Other Eye.’

BDSM Presentation by Master Jonathan (Dungeon)

Presentation by Mlle. Emmanuel (Selected Patrons to Participate)

Music, Dancing, Refreshments, Etc. (All attendees and graduates to participate)

“So what do you think my love? Millie asked me, “Is that satisfactory?”

“What the hell is the, Etc.?”

Use your imagination darling. Remember who the guests are. Now, what do you think the, Etc. will be?”

“Oh! Oh my, I get it. So you foresee a group orgy?”

“Absolutely! Now come here and give me my reward.”

With that, he scooped me up in his arms and climbed the staircase to our bedroom. By the time we were at the top of the stairs, James had managed to strip off every vestige of my clothing, and he was well on his way to being in the same state. He burst into our bedroom and threw his me on the bed, causing Snuggles, our pet Corgi, to scamper off the bed where he had been enjoying a postprandial nap.

With James, there were no half measures when it came to sex. A more enthusiastic lover no woman could imagine. He was in my arms in seconds using his whole body to further arouse my senses.

James was indeed a master at the art of love in that to him it was the joy of his life. To reach that joy he was a supreme strategist. He had once told me he had studied Sun Tzu’s famous text ‘The Art of War’ and to him, each lovemaking bout was a battle to be won. “When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil. When full, starve them. When settled, make them move,” was one of his favorite quotes and he indeed employed those tactics while playing women like a violin.

Lying next to me, James used his lips and fingers to relax me with long sensuous kisses and gentle stroking of my stiff nipples. The more I relaxed, the more I wanted him. I reached down and grasped his long thick cock and started stroking it. He pulled away and kept toying with my breasts and pussy with no apparent haste.

Each time I moved, he pushed me back flat on my back. I was now just a bitch in heat. I wanted him inside me. What I wanted was James to ravage my naked body, but he was merciless and kept up the teasing for what seemed to be hours with fingers and lips at my most intimate parts.

Sensing him relax, I rolled him onto his back and straddled that marvelous cock, impaling myself to the hilt. I felt every glorious inch thread its way into my soaking pussy. Riding him like one of the furies, I attempted to milk his essence. He lay back and toyed with my nipples as I humped up and down until I finally exploded in a climatic orgasm.

I just sat there exhausted and panting while he just lay back and smiled at me. My pussy was starved and wanted to feel his seed fill me. No sooner had I stopped when James rolled me onto my back, splaying my thighs he started his attack.

He drove his cock into my dripping sheaf with fury. Here was a man who’s only thought was conquest. With single-minded fury, he attacked my pussy reaming every inch with his magnificent cock. I could feel every ridge, every vein as it thrust in and out of my core. I immediately started to cum.

As he ravaged me, I rode wave after wave of bliss. My body was a writhing mess under him, my ass lifting to meet his every thrust. After my third consecutive orgasm, I lay panting flat on my back. My body felt like jelly and must have looked the same as I quivered from head to foot.

His cock was still rock hard and pinning me to the bed. James got that look in his eyes as he slid his hands under my hips and grabbed my ass. James was incredibly strong. He proceeded to stand with me in his arms and impaled on his cock. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as I felt his pelvis slamming into mine.

Despite myself, I felt my needy pussy begging for more. James drove into me repeatedly with piston like strokes arousing me to new heights. I could feel him throbbing deep inside as his cock brushed my cervix with each thrust.

He was cupping my ass when he suddenly thrust a finger into my rectum sending me over the moon. I could feel his cum coating my tender inner tissues as he came. My own orgasm contributed to the flow of juices dripping out of me.

He had again conquered all my defenses. When he set me down weak-kneed, I clung to him and kissed him with all the passion of a thoroughly sated and satisfied woman.

The big day was finally here, the Academy’s First Graduation Ceremony. The excitement was palpable in the students. After today’s rite, the graduates would rejoin the patrons who had sent them to us. They were eager to demonstrate their skills and talents.

The guests started to arrive and were welcomed to the main foyer by James and myself while selected students served flutes of champagne and canapes. In the midst of this assembly Lord Abercrombie, Shelagh’s original patron arrived, much to our surprise.

He proceeded to confront Shelagh demanding that she go with him. The poor girl looked flustered and almost in tears when James went to handle the disturbance.

Snuggles barked and snapped at Abercrombie as he sensed this was not a friend of his new best friend.

“Abercrombie, I’ve said you were not welcome back into these premises,” James stated.

“It’s Lord Abercrombie to you,” he retorted.

“Whatever it is you are no Lord in my humble opinion. I want you out of here. If you do not leave, I will have you escorted out.” James fumed.

Abercrombie made to lay his hands on James when from behind him came an, “Ahem! What seems to be the problem?”

Abercrombie snarled without turning, “Whoever you are, mind your own business.”

The voice said, “But it is my business if it concerns Shelagh.”

In a rage, Abercrombie turned and stood there slack-jawed as he recognized who had intervened.

“Your Royal Highness!” He gulped as he recognized the Prince of Wales.

“Abercrombie, I know who you are and what you did to that poor girl. You are unfit to be a Lord of the realm. I will be keeping an eye on you from now on. Make no mistake; what you did is abhorrent to me. Any repetition will see you sent to gaol. As for Shelagh, she is now my protégé. You will be reimbursed for the fees you paid for her training. Now be a good lad, have some champagne and sit and watch the graduation. You might learn something.”

Red under the collar, Abercrombie was left with no choice but to slink to a remote corner and grouse.

James went to a raised platform at one end of the hall and rang a small bell to capture everyone’s attention.

“Lords, Ladies, and gentlemen. Graduates and others,” he intoned casting a baleful eye on Abercrombie, “I have the pleasure of introducing our guest speaker His Royal Highness, The Prince of Wales.”

To loud applause and cries of, “Bravo, Bertie,” he stepped up to the platform.

“Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen it gives me great pleasure to be here among you. I realize that my sainted mother the Queen would, to say the least, be scandalized to see me here. So remember mum’s the word. I seek to liberate as many of us from the false morality that surrounds us. Yes, I am a hedonist and think this whole world would be a better place if no false guilt and shame would attend the acts of joy and pleasure undertaken by all consenting adults. That said it pleases me to present the graduates with their diplomas.”

With that James started calling the graduates up to the stage. They were a sight to behold. Their robes were colored to match their preferences. Pink to indicate they were lesbian, blue to indicate bisexual, black to show a preference for the opposite sex. Also, the tassels on their mortarboards were colored white for submissives and black for Dominants.

The boys wore tight black trousers that left nothing to the imagination as to the size of their penises. Meanwhile, the girls wore thigh high stockings and bustiers color coordinated to their gowns. They had made cutouts to permit their nipples to be exposed.

The assembled guests applauded wildly as they filed in to take their places in front of the dais where Bertie was waiting to present them with their diplomas. This to the accompaniment of Marie Lloyd, star of the stage, singing her trademark song, ‘Wink the Other Eye.’

As James announced each name the graduate came up and received his or her diploma from the hands of His Royal Highness. The boys got a warm handshake while the girls got a hug and sometimes a tweak of the nipple or a pat on the arse from him.

When Shelagh came up to collect hers, she was accompanied by Snuggles, our Corgi. The dog sat at her feet and looked up at the Prince until Bertie got the hint that more than a pat on the ass was required. The Prince smiled down at Snuggles and gave him a wink before embracing Shelagh, culminating in a passionate kiss.

I glanced over at Abercrombie standing in the corner of the room. The man seemed as if he was going to have an apoplectic fit.

The graduates then returned to sit with their sponsors while James took to the center stage.

“Lords, Ladies, and Gentlemen let the festivities begin,” he announced. “The Grand Salon is now open, you will find a cozy atmosphere where you can celebrate with your protégé. Please note that there are refreshments and a hot and cold buffet for those who need or will need sustenance. Feel free to indulge your passions subject to only one rule. If you wish to interact with any other person, please do. However, remember that you need to ask and that a no means No!”

“Before you go let me call on stage Master Jonathan our dungeon master and Mlle. Emmanuel our resident lesbian submissive slut. Both of them will be available for your pleasure. Come up and show yourselves to our guests.”

Master Jonathan strode up looking very debonair in tight-fitting black trousers, a snow-white shirt, and glistening black shoes. Emmanuel wore her signature black skin-tight latex panties and bustier which molded every inch of her sensational body. Her long legs were clad in sheer black hose, and open-toed sandals shod her feet.

Jonathan addressed the assembly first. “I invite those of you who might be interested in joining me in the dungeon, where I will demonstrate the ancient art of Shibari, also known as Japanese bondage. Participants who wish to experience this will be guaranteed to reach peaks of passion they will not have experienced before.”

Emmanuel spoke next. “I will be more than happy to submit myself to the pleasure of any Lady who wants to experience the joy of having a female slave at her disposal. Please note, Ladies only. We will be in the small dungeon next to where Master Jonathan will be working. As a special and one time only favor I will allow his Highness to join us for a brief moment at the end. I promised him I would show him how I get into this costume,” she announced with a broad wink at Bertie.

As the guests proceeded to the different venues, James came up to me. “Congratulations, darling, our guests seem to be enjoying themselves,” he said.

“Well thank you, kind Sir, now what shall you and, I do? Would you like to participate or spectate?”

“How about a little of both. Let’s visit the dungeons first and then decide.”

With that, we made our way to the larger dungeon where Master Jonathan was explaining some of, the subtler points of BDSM to an already assembled group. As we walked in, he gave us a wink and continued to tell the group his thoughts on the subject.

“So as I have clearly explained, BDSM is not about pain. It is about sexual stimulation. The submissive wants to be controlled and made to feel her vulnerability. She must want to be bound and edged until she finally is allowed to have her release. Men or women who indulge in the practice end up with much stronger orgasms than they would normally have. Now, do I have any volunteers who would like to have this experience?”

There was a murmur of voices from the group and some discussion when one of the patrons who had sent us a young man to be trained spoke up, “I’m willing as long as Thomas my protégé can take part in the exercise,” she said pointing out a tall, handsome, dark-skinned young man.

“I see,” said, Master Jonathan. “And what is your name, my Lady?”

“Lady Harriet Mordaunt,” she answered.

“Well Harriet, if you want to be serviced by the two of us I will be most happy to accommodate you as I am sure this young man will be. Take off your clothes!’” Master Jonathan instructed with a broad wink to Thomas.

“What? Here in front of all these people?” Harriet expostulated.

“Yes! Right here right now. You are going to show us what a slut you can be. Now strip.”

Red-faced, Harriet started to take off her clothes revealing her charms to all of us. She had an exquisite body exhibiting long legs with a nicely rounded arse, breasts that were full, and capped by prominent pink nipples. Her face was suffused with shame as this picture of typical British beauty with high cheekbones and doe-like eyes, which at that moment were downcast, obeyed her instructions.

She was attempted to shield her charms by covering them with one arm crossed over her breasts and the other shielding her mons.

“Hands at your sides and legs spread,” ordered Master Jonathan.

She demurred till Jonathan gave her a sharp slap on her arse cheek. She yelped at the impact and reluctantly obeyed, revealing a delightful pussy with full lips which were glistening with a sheen of wetness. Her pubic hair was sparse and blonde and the same shade as her hair which Master Jonathan proceeded to undo till it cascaded over her shoulders. He walked around her surveying her body while licking his lips lasciviously.

Reaching down, he lightly fingered her pussy and coated it with some of her juices. Bringing his fingers up, he presented them to her mouth and held them there until she parted her lips and cleaned them of all traces of herself.

“Now, slut, I’m going to tie you up so Thomas and I can to use you as we see fit. If at any point you want to halt the proceedings all you have to do is say the word ‘Red.’ You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to do so. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You are to refer to me as Master or Sir from now on. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Five quick slaps on her rounded behind later Master Jonathan asked, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now isn’t that a Good Girl?” he asked Thomas, who grinned widely and with a gleam in his eye nodded back to him.

“Now, Slut, lie down on the floor here. We will proceed to bind you.”

Harriet promptly complied. Master Jonathan proceeded to bring out ropes and wind them around her body. Her legs were spread wide. Each leg was tied to her arms which were stretched out behind her. Her back arched and a collar was attached to her neck and fastened to ropes around her midriff forcing her to hold her head up.

Master Jonathan attached more ropes which hung from a pulley in the ceiling to the harness he had created around her belly and pulled her up till she was hanging from the ceiling entirely bound and exposed.