Of course, Kat. My submissive in a scene's safety is my number one priority. Their pleasure and enjoyment is second, and my own is third. It just so happens that numbers two and three tend to coincide.

You know exactly what you're doing there with that teasing, Sir, and I approve. Especially with the added mention of safety measures you plan to take to keep me safe. I trust that you're doing that with all of your partners and not just the teacher you're trying so hard to impress.

That makes sense. Noted, and I'm glad, in this case, you're choosing to follow them. Mmm, there's that cheekiness again...you're really racking up the spankings I owe you. Keep it up and we'll need to break for oil and lotion application for your little ass before we even really get started.

You can give me orders with the understanding that I may choose not to follow them, similar to a Switch student giving orders to another Switch student. That being said, however, I'll see you tomorrow evening, Sir. An overnight bag is easy enough to pack, considering I prefer to sleep in the nip.

Tristan continued to thrust into her vigorously, his hips slapping against her ass hard. He watched intently in the mirror as Violet's body was rocked with pleasure under his assault, her voice filling the air with her wanton cries. "You love this, don't you?" he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're such a dirty little slut, begging for my cock. Take it, you filthy little whore." He felt himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building in his balls as he continued to slam into Violet's pussy. He leaned forward, his muscles bulging as he intensified his thrusts, pushing her harder and deeper onto his cock. Finally, with a deep groan, he came explosively inside of her, emptying every last drop of cum deep into her cunt. He pulled out and stood still for a moment, his cock still hard in his hands as he came down from such an intense high. Tristan met Violet's gaze in the mirror, his chest heaving with exertion. He smirked down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body as he caught his breath. "I hope you enjoyed that, princess," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Because I know I did."

Whether it was the timbre of his voice, the degradation of his words, or the pure dominance that dripped off him, every word from Tristan's mouth was causing Violet to drip heavier from her hot pussy. Her eyes locked up on his face as she was pulled to the floor again, pressing her body against his leg, about two seconds away from straight up humping his leg for any kind of friction to her core. She began to start begging again when she was interupted by his cock shoved deep in her throat again. She gagged and choked, muffled pleas to feel his cock vibrating against his thick length. She was a mess in all the best ways, her heart beating hard against her ribs and her lungs starting to sting from the roughness of his cock in her throat. She gasped and coughed as he pulled out of her again, more saliva coating her chin and down her breasts. She stood clumsily to her feet with his help, bending over the arm of the couch as requested. Her pussy was pulsing, her clit throbbing as it swelled out from her lips. She reached behind herself, spreading her flesh apart to better expose both holes, his for the picking. Her eyes focused on his reflection in the mirror, licking her lips and pure seidre as she wiggled her ass slowly to entice him further. She gasped loudly, her eyes widened as seen in the mirror as Tristan pushed primally inside her. Her back arched and pressed her body back into him as he fully pushed his full length between her tight walls. "Oh fuck, yes, Sir!" she cried loudly, "I love a hard cock in my slutty pussy! Fuck the little whore, Sir please! Please stretch open my tiny pussy with that huge cock, please, Sir!?" she begged wildly, breathing heavily to control her overwhelming desire to fuck back into him and feel every inch of him in and out of her.

That's one lecture you won't have to pencil into your schedule, Kat. That's a promise. Now, I'm not sure I'm at liberty to put a teacher - even a submissive one - under orders, but in the event that I am, I want you kneeling outside my door tomorrow night at 8 PM. Bring an overnight bag. I won't require you to stay until the morning, but knowing me...you'll want to.

I certainly hope that continues to be the case for you.

Noted.

I'll believe all of that when I see it, Sir. I hope you're able to put your money where your mouth is, because if not, I'm going to be extremely disappointed. We'd have to have a discussion about managing expectations for submissives you speak with, and that wouldn't be fun for either one of us.

Tristan's eyes darkened as he watched her beg, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. "That's it, my little slut," he growled, pulling her up so that she was kneeling in front of him again. "Beg for me. Beg for my cock. I want to see you take every inch like a good little whore." He pulled her head forward, forcing her to take him back into her mouth. He thrusted hard into her mouth, the sound of her gagging filling the room. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he wasn't done with her yet. "Get up," he barked, pulling her roughly to her feet. "Bend over that couch and spread yourself open for me. Now." As she scrambled to comply, Tristan grabbed the bottle of body oil that was readily available on a nearby table and started to slick it over his chest, his muscles glistening under the light. He made sure that Violet had a good view of him in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that made up the wall the couch was against as he approached her from behind, grabbing her by the hips and slamming his hard cock deep inside her once she was spread for him. As he started to thrust into her, he slapped her ass hard and growled, "You like the way that feels, don't you? Having your tight little cunt stretched open by my big cock? You're such a dirty little slut, begging for me like this." He continued to pound into her relentlessly, his movements becoming more aggressive with each passing second. Sweat dripped down his chest, and he threw his head back, completely losing himself in Violet's perfect, tight heat.

Violet's moans were cut off and muffled as Tristan pushed her back onto her cock, and she immediately sucked around him as he fucked her throat. She couldn't answer his question, but tried to nod against his hard thrusting into her throat. The tears were flowing down her face, making a mess of her make up as it added to the saliva dripping from their connection. She moaned a series of "mmhmm"s in reaction to his questions, the beautiful growl in his voice causing more arousal to drip from her core and down her leg. She gasped and coughed as he pulled out again, her head held up by his hard grip in her blonde hair. "Please!?" she screamed, her voice cracking in desperation. "Please bend me over and fuck my tight holes, Sir Please!? Please own my holes with your huge, hard cock. I'll do anything, I swear, please just use my slutty holes, Sir please!?" she begged loudly, eyes and messy face pleading up at him in pure need and desperation to feel him inside her.

Tristan let out a low growl as she begged for his touch, his own arousal increasing with every passing second. He pulled her back down to his cock, gripping her hair tightly as she sucked and slurped against him. "Mmm, such a good fucking slut," he murmured, his hips starting to thrust up into her mouth at a faster pace. "You're begging for it, aren't you? Begging for me to take you and use you until you're nothing but a whimpering mess." He tightened his grip on her hair, increasing the pressure as he started to fuck her mouth with more force. He watched hungrily as she gagged on his cock, tears streaming from her eyes from the overwhelming sensation. "Yes, that's it, take it all, you little slut," he grunted, feeling himself getting closer and closer. Tristan smirked down at her as she continued to suck his cock like it was her last chance. He flexed his massive pecs, watching as her eyes widened with arousal. "Mmm, you're so fucking hot when you're drooling all over my cock, begging for me to use your slutty little holes." He let out a low groan as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his cock starting to throb in her mouth. "Tell me, little one," he whispered, pulling his cock from the wet heat of her mouth so she could speak, leaning in so his lips were just inches from hers. "How badly do you want me to bend you over and fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

She moaned against the kiss and with equal parts arousal and surprise as he pushed her back down, keeping her head up in his strong fist. "Oh yes, Sir, thank you," she moaned, opening her mouth immediately to get it filled with his length. She groaned as he pushed himself to the back of her throat, a small gag vibrating against him at the surprise of his beautiful force. She sucked her cheeks against him, beinging to bob up and down his length. Her lustblown eyes looked up at his chiseled, perfect body, causing a few faster bobs along his cock as she lubricated him with her mouth. She came off with a lewd pop, her hand coming up to stroke him as she moaned, "I love the view of your perfect body, Sir. So hot it makes me want to cum without even touching myself." She interuptted herself with another slurp and suck of his cock, taking him all the way in to gag herself on him again. Tears began to well in her eyes, saliva dripping between them as she pulled off his cock again. "I love this cock, Sir, this beautiful cock deserves all the attention of a sweet little slut like me," she growled again. "Yes Please Sir! Fill all my holes, please!? Use me for your every want, Sir please!?" she begged hotly, sucking fast and hungrily against his cock to prove her desperate need for him.

Tristan's eyes flickered with lust at her words, his breath becoming a little more ragged as he watched her get down on her knees. As she spoke, he let out a low groan and nodded, completely captivated and aroused by her willingness to serve him. "Oh, baby," he said softly as he caressed her cheek. "You have no idea how much I enjoy hearing those words from those sexy lips of yours." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her mouth before pushing her back down, his hand still wrapped tightly in her hair. "Now wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and show me how you worship a man like me," he said, his voice a low growl as he thrust himself into her mouth. Tristan leaned back slightly, flexing his strong biceps and triceps for her to see. "Show me how much you appreciate the view," he demanded, his voice sensual and teasing. He grasped her hair tighter in his hand, guiding her movements as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. "You are such a good little slut for me. Keep going like this, and I might just have to use every hole until you're begging for more...provided you're even capable of speaking at that point...," he added with a wink.

She was crying loudly as she started to come down from her delicious high, his fingers only sliding out once her orgasm fully finished, leaving Violet breathless against the bench. She smirked at his tasty words and promise of more. His head dipped towards her neck and she moved to offer him more room, feeling the heat of his breathe in tune with the dominance of his words. "Please, Sir," she squeaked out, searching quickly for any time of voice. "I want to serve you, Sir, i need to serve you," she started, watching as he stood and she slipped off the bench to her knees at his feet. Her hands wrapped against his calves as her bright, lust blown eyes looked up at him. "I want to suck and choke on your cock until I'm crying, Sir! I want to worhisp that cock in all my holes and be filled with your cum, Please, Sir!? Please use me like a little ragdoll whore, please!?"

A healthy balance of the two typically renders the best results. I'm proof of that, I'd like to think.

You're right, it's not. Just know that I'll be all ears if it ever comes up and you feel comfortable discussing the subject.

Oh, I'm brutally honest, Kat. Emphasis on the brutal - and part of that unapologetic brand of honesty is never making a promise I won't keep. Keep being cheeky and you'll be standing for all your classes not only because you're doubtlessly an attentive, engaging instructor, but because it'll hurt too badly to sit.

I'm sure you did. Very little in terms of success comes down entirely to just luck or to just hard work.

I don't see how it's relevant here, but if we get to know each other better, it may come up.

Oh, Sir, you better not be making me any promises you have no intention of keeping.

Tristan lifted his head at her cries, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips as he watched her writhe and tremble under his touch. His fingers never ceased moving inside of her until every last tremor subsided, then pulled them out slowly. He leaned back, looking up at her with dark eyes and wiping any excess arousal from his face. "You're welcome, beautiful," he said softly, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. "But don't thank me just yet. I have many more plans for this sweet pussy of yours." Tristan chuckled darkly at her eagerness, his hand moving to trail along the curve of her hip possessively. He leaned in closer to her, his lips grazing against her neck as he spoke, before rising to his full height, towering over her spent form. "Beg for me, pet. Tell me how much you want to serve and please me." He smirked. "Tell me exactly how you want to please me, bearing in mind that there are no wrong answers here - I just want to hear what you want. Whether or not I give it to you...well, that's a different story entirely."

His mouth worked over her beautifully, in ways her body was already coming apart. She moaned and cried loudly, her body shaking and writhing against him as his tongue worked over her wetness. She was breathing heavily by the time he took a small break to switch ideas, pressing two fingers deep into her needy folds. She wasn't even sure she was close until she heard his order, and her body responded near immediately, cumming hard against his fingers and teamed with screams of pleasure. "Oh god! Thank you Sir!" she cried loudly, her body shaking against him as she came.

I was born into favorable circumstances that gave me that foot in the door, but the rest was my own doing. I had to take a lot of initiative. Becoming successful among the financial elite in Manhattan isn't something anyone can wait around for, no matter their connections. Absolutely, I will.

If it's too personal to divulge what happened, don't feel obligated to do so, but I can't exactly hide my curiosity.

Mmm, don't think your station as my teacher will stop me from spanking you if and when you earn it, Kat.

I'm sure it's taken quite a bit of hard work on your part, but getting your foot in the door like you did takes quite a bit of luck. I'm sure you'll continue doing whatever you set your mind to.

Thank you. Niamh is an absolutely incredible woman, and I was lucky myself to have had her in my life for so many years. You think that was cheeky? Oh, Sir, you haven't seen anything yet.

Luck isn't the only thing that has put me where I am, but I can't deny I have a shortage of it.

Oh, I see. I didn't mean to offend, nor did I mean to assume anything about your situation. I'll refrain in the future, Kat. My apologies. Mmm, now, who's the cheeky little thing? You won't be concerned for long.

Well, I'd wish you luck, but it sounds like you've had quite enough of that already to get you to the position you're in now.

I realise you were trying to be complimentary, but I'd appreciate it if you kept comments like those to yourself. There are circumstances out of her control that are keeping my former Domme away from here, and I don't begrudge her anything. Oh, I have no doubt I can keep up with you. I'm more concerned about your ability to keep up with all of this.

Tristan's eyes fastened on Violet as she gasped and moaned, taking in her every reaction to his ministrations. With each cry of pleasure from her lips, he felt a sense of satisfaction rise within him. He continued to feast on her pussy, his tongue sliding up and down the length of her slit before flicking rapidly over her clit. As she lifted her hips to press her pussy against his mouth, he grasped her firmly by the hips, holding her steady as he licked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. "Mmm, you're so fucking responsive," he growled, pausing only to smirk up at her before burying his head back between her thighs. He continued to tease and lick at her folds, his tongue bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she was gasping and moaning under his ministrations. Finally, he slipped two fingers into her wetness, curling them up to massage her G-spot while he lapped at her clit with his tongue. "Come for me, beautiful," he whispered, his hot breath fanning across her sensitive flesh. He knew it was early on in the scene for this, but he found that breaking down a submissive into a post-orgasmic, blissed-out little sex doll made the rest of the scene even more intense.

Tristan felt a sense of power rush through him as Violet submitted so easily to his touch. He chuckled slightly at her words, the sound low and amused. "Anything I desire? That is quite the open invitation," he said, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as he worked on removing her dress. His hands continued to roam over her curves as he teased her, holding her flush to his strong form. He pushed her back gently onto one of the benches along the wall of the playroom and lifted her legs to put her in a compromising position, setting them up on his shoulders--perfect for devouring her as he saw fit. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers inching up her inner thigh teasingly. He lowered his head, his hot breath teasing against the lace of her panties before he used his teeth to drag them slowly down her legs, revealing the slick folds of her pussy. "Mm, perfection," he murmured, taking a moment to appreciate her sweet scent before brushing his lips over her clit. Then he plunged his mouth between her thighs, his tongue eagerly lapping up her juices as he assaulted her sensitive spot over and over again. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady so she couldn't sway too far away from him.

Tristan felt a sense of power rush through him as Violet submitted so easily to his touch. He chuckled slightly at her words, the sound low and amused. "Anything I desire? That is quite the open invitation," he said, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as he worked on removing her dress. His hands continued to roam over her curves as he teased her, holding her flush to his strong form. He pushed her back gently onto one of the benches along the wall of the playroom and lifted her legs to put her in a compromising position, setting them up on his shoulders--perfect for devouring her as he saw fit. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers inching up her inner thigh teasingly. He lowered his head, his hot breath teasing against the lace of her panties before he used his teeth to drag them slowly down her legs, revealing the slick folds of her pussy. "Mm, perfection," he murmured, taking a moment to appreciate her sweet scent before brushing his lips over her clit. Then he plunged his mouth between her thighs, his tongue eagerly lapping up her juices as he assaulted her sensitive spot over and over again. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady so she couldn't sway too far away from him.

She didn't know if it was his Dominant stature, or his tone, or a combination. But as he walked closer, she could feel the switch in her flip and her desire to give him anything he wanted began. "Anything you desire, Sir," she said lowly with a lick to her pink lips. She took his hands and rose to her feet, the heels still not getting her eye to eye with him. "Thank you, Sir," she blushed softly, before she felt the heat from his mouth kiss and suck against her bare neck. She moaned heavily, pressing her body into his possessive hands as they moved around her body.

Tristan watched her with a predatory gaze, feeling that familiar thrill of excitement at the prospect of taking control. "Well then, if it's all in the name of orders," he paused, leaning in closer to her, "I could definitely use your help to ensure that I have a great time here," Tristan smirked, his hand reaching down to brush her hair away from her neck, before stepping back, taking her hands and pulling her up into a standing position against him. "Mmm, you're beautiful, Violet." He growled, leaning in and pressing his lips to her neck in a possessive, hot kiss. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch as he began to divest her of her clothing.

She smiled with a soft blush, crinkling her nose slightly with a giggle at his compliment. She nodded and was about to turn to leave when Tristan continued. "Help with what, Sir?" she asked, "Oh, you're not distracting me. I'm supposed to be checking on things and making sure everyone is having a good time. So helping you would just be following orders," she smiled brightly.

Tristan smirked down at Violet, feeling a surge of satisfaction wash over him at the power dynamic between them. "Well, it's always good to have a pretty little thing like you around to enhance the scenery," he said, looking her up and down. "But as for needs, I think I'm quite content at the moment." He paused, his eyes glinting with something mischievous. "Unless… you wanted to help me with something?" He asked pointedly. "I wouldn't want to detract from your obligations if you're working right now, though."

Violet was uneblievably nervous and happy at the same time, watching her Master's dream come to life in such a big way. Sam had dressed her in an outfit equally slutty but tasteful dress with her tall stripper heels to advertise her upcomming shows. Violet was tasked with checking on customers and making sure they had everything they wanted and needed. She made her way towards the playrooms, many of which were already in use, when she noticed a door was open. She smiled bright when she saw it was Tristan in all his beautiful glory.

"Hello, Sir," she said, sinking to her knees because he asked, but also because it was common for her and something of an automatic response at this point. "I was just checking to make sure you had everything you need."

Tristan smirks in appreciation as Ollie stands up, his eyes roaming over the switch's slender frame. "Mmm... you know what you like, and you go for it," he comments with a husky chuckle. He feels Ollie press into his space, their bodies almost touching, and he tilts his head down to watch as the switch touches his abs. "...and based on your description, I'm exactly what you like." His muscles ripple under Ollie's touch, and Tristan can't help but flex slightly at the sensation. He takes a step closer so that they're chest to chest, his hand sliding up to tangle in Ollie's hair. "You like what you see, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "How would you like to worship these muscles?" Tristan's grip on Ollie's hair tightens slightly, almost possessively, as he draws Ollie's face down towards his pecs. Tristan smirks, his chest swelling as he flexes his pectoral muscles. He can feel Ollie's gaze on him, almost reverential, and he enjoys the power and control that comes with having someone worship his body.

Tristan can't help but chuckle, he squatted down so that he was level with Ollie, reaching out so that his fingers can trace a light path down Ollie's neck, amplifying that tension. "Mmm, I know a little slut for muscle when I see one. Fitting that a pretty little girl like you would be so weak for a man as fit as myself..." With a sudden move, he pulls Ollie forward until their faces are mere inches apart. Tristan meets Ollie's gaze hungrily, his own eyes darkening with desire. He gradually draws back, his hands planted firmly on his waist as a means of baring his whole physique to the pretty switch kneeling before him. "Why don't you stand up for me, pet? I want to see all of you…and in the process, you get the privilege of getting up close and personal with this body of mine that you can’t stop ogling. Don’t squander it.” He added with a wink and stood tall, offering a hand for Ollie to rise with.

Tristan can't help but chuckle, he squatted down so that he was level with Ollie, reaching out so that his fingers can trace a light path down Ollie's neck, amplifying that tension. "Mmm, I know a little slut for muscle when I see one. Fitting that a pretty little girl like you would be so weak for a man as fit as myself..." With a sudden move, he pulls Ollie forward until their faces are mere inches apart. Tristan meets Ollie's gaze hungrily, his own eyes darkening with desire. He gradually draws back, his hands planted firmly on his waist as a means of baring his whole physique to the pretty switch kneeling before him. "Why don't you stand up for me, pet? I want to see all of you…and in the process, you get the privilege of getting up close and personal with this body of mine that you can’t stop ogling. Don’t squander it.” He added with a wink and stood tall, offering a hand for Ollie to rise with.

Tristan's lips curled into a pleased smile as he listened to Ollie, his eyes alight with interest as he mentally noted all the switch's boundaries. "Well, Ollie, it looks like we have quite a bit in common. I'm not one anything on that limit list, so I have a feeling we'll find plenty of mutually-appealing ways to be... productive." He trailed off, his voice dropping low and sultry as he watches Ollie shift on his knees. Noting the desire in the man's eyes, Tristan could practically Ollie’s eagerness crackling through their sexual tension. Looking down at Ollie’s gorgeous, submissive form, he couldn’t resist cupping Ollie's cheek, leaning in so close that their lips are almost touching. "Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against Ollie's mouth. He’d heard through the grapevine that Ollie Smythe was very into feminization on top of everything else, and he was more than happy to lean into that.