Ally's Art Class: Tea Party  (Story # 2)

By

Beatnick

     When Ally met her friend Daphne outside the coffee shop they were as giggly as schoolgirls. They quickly went inside to get out of the rain and found a quiet booth so they could talk about tonight's class.

     "I couldn't believe how slow this week went! I just can't wait to get to class!?" said Ally thinking about how nice it would be to be squeezing a pair of testicles as hard as she could!

     "I know." said Daphne. "I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. You know it's going to be something very, very special?

     "Why do you say that?" Ally asked leaning in with beaming intrigue.

     "Well I talked to Elizabeth this week, and she said that there was going to be a 'specialist' helping with the class." Said Daphne teasingly. "And Elizabeth knows everything!"

      "A specialist! What kind of specialist? You mean someone who knows lots of knots and things? Or maybe someone who knows like electrical stuff?!!!" asked Ally scrunching her face.

      "I don't know, she wouldn't tell me, but I can hardly wait to find out! But I'll tell you this, if Elizabeth or Mistress Jane is deferring to a specialist, she must be better than great!" Ally's eyes opened wide in anticipation.

     As soon as Daphne and Ally entered the Art School loft, the smell of baked goods, wet clay, oil paint, and incense filled their senses. It was a wonderful smell! It was the same mixture of fragrances that Ally first encountered when she was first introduced to the art of cock and ball torture. It smelled motherly, earthly.

Everything from the cut flowers on the tables to the tiles on the floor had a woman's artistic touch.  But tonight there was also a new smell? A sort of medical smell? Ally couldn't quite place it, but she was sure she associated it with something clinical, something painful? Something scary!

     "Oh look." Said Daphne pointing to a silver service on a tea cart. Pee-Tea.

     "You don't mean to say its made from..." began Ally

     "Oh of course not. Its not made from pee, it just makes you pee! It's a diuretic blend from the health store. See the little placard it says its perfect for PMS bloat." Daphne puffed out her cheeks and tiny belly and walked like a pregnant woman. "Hope their not trying to tell us something?" she said.

Ally laughed. Daphne could always make her laugh, and was glad she had such a good friend: Especially one who was good enough to enroll her into Mistress Jane’s School of Cock and Ball Torture. 

     While the other students were still meandering into class, Ally and Daphne like everyone else began to change into their art smocks. Their assigned art uniform simply consisted of an oversized man's white shirt, white ankle socks, and panties. After they changed they wandered over to the torture-implement display table against the wall, and gazed with wonder at the ever-growing assortment of tortuous looking instruments that were laid out on a purple velvet tablecloth.

     There were ropes, and chains, and numerous restraints. There were handcuffs, wristbands, leg-spreaders and collars.  There were of course a generic assortment of paddles and some rather intense looking whips and canes. But what caught Ally's eye most was an unidentifiable object. There amongst so many common household items like a hammer and nails, syringes and mousetraps, was a strangely shiny object.

     It was stainless steel and had two oval indentations slightly larger than a large grape. In each indentation was a small center hole surrounded by eight smaller holes. In each of the four corners there was a precision metal tube that looked like some kind of guide rail. Ally picked it up and hefted its weight. This was a very heavy solid precision-made item. It looked medical. But what was it? She held it in her hand and gave Daphne a puzzled look.

    Daphne smiled and said, "Its called a 'Plum-Press'" She took it carefully from Ally's hand and placed it on the table.

      "Look, there's a second piece." 

From the alcohol filled container she pulled out a painful looking piece of steel. It was a finely decorated stainless steel arched metal plate that was etched with flowers. It had nine very sharp needles attached to its underside. In each corner there were steel rods that perfectly matched the other piece's tubes. The center needle was slightly thicker and longer than the others, but they all looked surgically sharp. The smell of alcohol stung Ally's eyes.

     "A Plum-Press?" Repeated Ally.

     Daphne selected  two small kiwi fruits from a fruit tray and placed it in the oval indentation. "This is really bigger than what it was designed for... if you know what I mean? Plum, you know is is sort of an English euphemism for …er…well…" smiled Daphne.

     "Yes. I think I broke the code Daphne." Said Ally sarcastically rolling her eyes.  Ally could hardly hold her breath she was so excited at the possibility of seeing the plum press in action!

     Ally knelt at the table and stared at the device with mesmerized awe. She watched Daphne place the two pieces together. Inches from Ally's eyes Daphne's strong hands brought the plates closer together. The center needles pierced the kiwi fruits with ease. Now they were locked in position.

            Daphne got a determined evil grin on her face and began to press the press together. She placed her thumbs in the thumb slots on the top plate, and she slowly squeezed the two plates together. The needles one-by-one punctured the skin of the kiwi fruits and the needles soon appeared a full inch out the other side! The plates stopped at designated stops on the rods, but the kiwi fruit was slightly larger than its intended victims, and the fruit's skin split and ruptured.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Ally grabbing Daphne’s arm and laughing.

     "Have you ever seen this used for real?" Asked Ally with open-mouthed anticipation.

      "No...never." said Daphne quickly almost reassuredly. "I think it's simply here to scare the boys. But... well... (she paused) I have heard rumors." she said as she glanced over to Elizabeth who was standing near a large naked statue of a woman. Ally thought that the statuesque beauty of Elizabeth was finer than any piece of art! Elizabeth’s bare legs seemed to be longer than humanly possible. Her round bottom poked out from her open white shirt.

     Elizabeth glanced over and tossed back her long brown hair. She had an ear-to-ear grin as though she knew exactly what Ally and Daphne had been talking about. Her white smile was spectacular. Her breasts were clearly visible within her shirt with only one button strategically buttoned. Her beauty could instantly beguile any man. Ally tried to glance away but often found herself staring at Elizabeth. Her breasts were perfect and Ally felt shy around her with her modest figure.

     "Do you think this is what ‘the specialist’ is here for?" asked Ally with a trembling voice. "To show us how to use the Plum-Press?"

     "I don't think so." Said Daphne. "In all the years I've known Mistress Jane and Elizabeth I've never heard them mention it, or seen them use it. But then...(she paused again) I've never seen it soaking in alcohol before either?!" She said puzzled. “There is a rumor that one night about a year ago that Elizabeth and Jane went on an absolute binge with the Plum-Press on a trip to France and Sweden. And I heard they did even worse things in Germany! But Elizabeth never talks about it?” Said Daphne in a suspicious tone.

          "Daphne can I ask you a question?" asked Ally curiously. "Why do you and so many of the other girls here have English accents? I mean more than half the girls here including you are all from England?"

      "Well Ally this isn't exactly the kind of class you advertise in the newspaper now is it?" said Daphne matter-of-factly. "I mean this is the sort of knowledge that you pass on from friend to friend and to people you know. This knowledge goes back over three generations. Even from before WWII !  You know this all started in England?” She said matter-of-factly.

There are a lot of English girls here because we all knew one another back home. Some of us were even school chums. If I'd known you in those days Ally, you'd be speaking with an English accent too wouldn't you? I mean instead of your Californian valley-girl accent!" Daphne laughed and then did a dead on perfect impression of a California valley-girl talking about balls and all the uses for them as ear-rings and things! “Don’t these testicles go fab with me Prada bag?” They laughed and turned away from Elizabeth's bewitching gaze who was still staring at Ally.

     "You see Jillian and Julianne over there? They look like twins sisters, but Jillian is a year older. I knew Elizabeth and her aunt from my school days." Continued Daphne.

     "Aunt?" repeated Ally bewildered. "Who's Elizabeth's aunt?"

     "Mistress Jane silly. I thought you already knew that!" explained Daphne.

      Ally was so stunned by that news she almost forgot class was about to begin. Aunt! “My God!” She thought, this certainly is generational knowledge!

     "All right girls." said Mistress Jane in a lovely proper accent clapping her hands. "Gather around. Tonight we are going to do something very technical that requires absolute precision so please listen closely. Tonight if you make any mistakes you will be punished not your slave!"

Ally looked at Daphne and gulped.

Jane paused and pointed to a rather unpleasant pillory stock on the stage. Standing next to the pillory was a very severe looking woman with short black hair sporting tattoos and several body piercings. She was wearing stiletto heals and holding a wicked looking riding crop that made a loud crack when she violently slapped it against Mistress Jane's leather padded throne.

      Ally and Daphne giggled. "Why do I get the feeling someone is going to end up in the stocks tonight?" said Daphne mischievously.

    "Could it be because we have the bull-dyke from hell monitoring our every move?" added Ally. "I bet she works for free!" 

“Maybe she does it to sit in Mistress Jane’s throne???” Said Daphne with a big look of amusement on her face. 

Mistress Jane’s throne was designed so that a slave could lay down with his head under the seat. Then Mistress Jane could adjust just how close she wanted her bottom to be to the face of her victim.

Ally was allowed to try it once, and nearly had an orgasm the second she sat down. It was the first time she had ever been licked on her bottom. It was a powerful feeling having your bottom licked while a slave on his knees pleasured you from the front. But Ally found it embarrassing to have multiple orgasms in front of her friends. Yet she somehow felt compelled to try it again as soon as possible!

     After a stern look in their direction from Mistress Jane, each student quickly took their place at a designated station, and then out walked a dozen naked slaves: Gorgeous as usual. Each one was given a large container of tepid pee-tea to drink, and then each stood spread legged in front of their assigned art-student. The slaves placed their hands dutifully behind their backs.

    Then the curtains separated again, and out walked a young statuesque woman wearing nothing but white stockings, garters, a neatly pressed red cape, and a nurse's hat that was neatly in place on her short glistening hair.

 She was blonde and had a short pageboy haircut that shimmered as she strutted in to the room. She placed an ominous black doctor's bag on the table in front of her. "My name is Nurse Anika, and that is how you vill address me." She said sternly in a light German accent.

     "Oooh, I've heard of her !" Exclaimed Daphne excitedly. "She really is an actual nurse. She's supposed to be the best, and tough!" 

     "Shhh"  Shooshed Julianne.

     Without warning or explanation Nurse Anika suddenly grabbed a slave on stage by the base of the balls and twisted them hard until he buckled to his knees. She made him bend over and she ruthlessly stretched a large rubber band across his testicles. She let it snap hard. His balls were constricted and turning purple.

 She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and quickly dipped her middle finger into a jar of lubricant and without hesitation plunged her finger into the slave's rectum. She pushed so hard that within a few seconds she was able to squeeze a drop of pearly semen from the tip of his penis. She pushed again, harder. He moaned like a baby. Then Nurse Anika grabbed his balls and squeezed and he gushed. And he gushed! The semen seemed to never stop cumming.

     "Now you." She said to everybody. "Push on the prostate. It is excruciating!"

Ally dipped her finger in the lubricant and had her slave bend over. She placed her finger in as deep as she could and felt the prostate. It was a pliable lump that squished a bit. She could see cum drip from his penis and Ally quickly smeared it around the tip of his penis with her other hand.

     One by one each student tried to achieve the same results, but their techniques must have been quite poor because only Elizabeth seemed to have the same instant orgasmic success. Nurse Anika walked around to each slave and showed each student how to plunge and grab at the slaves' genitals and orifices until each of them had had achieved a prostate induced orgasm or at least something close to it. Sweat was pouring from Ally's face and she frequently brushed it aside with her arms.

     Mistress Jane who had been roaming the class supervising and encouraging her students came to Ally with a fine linen handkerchief. She delicately blotted Ally's  face. "You're really doing fine Ally." She said. She handed the cloth to her and said, "Don't ever underestimate your power over men Ally. You have a gift."

     Elizabeth casually glanced over at Ally and her Aunt Jane, and Ally saw what she could have sworn was a look of playground jealousy on Elizabeth's face.

As Mistress Jane walked away Ally promptly unbuttoned another shirt button, and poofed out her extremely modest chest at Elizabeth.

Daphne giggled, "Yeah, that'll show her. Take that yah bloody vixen."

Ally plunged her finger in even harder this time quickly and squeezed the nameless slave’s balls so hard he almost began to speak. Ally jerked him off and he came so hard his jism hit Elizabeth right between her legs on the inside thigh.

Elizabeth calmly walked over to the slave and took a finger full of his cum and smeared it on his face and gave him a hard knee in the balls. “Hope you enjoyed it slave? You’ll be staying after class for that little blunder!” She said cruelly.

     Nurse Anika then began to speak again. "Now return your slave to an upright position." she ordered.

      Nurse Anika then placed her medical bag the table, and started taking out items. At one point she pulled out a large syringe, and Daphne and Ally looked at each other curiously. Nurse Anika removed the large needle from the syringe and threw it away. She then filled the tube with lubricant. She then firmly grabbed the slave's cock from in front of her and painfully squirted the lubricant into the slave's penis. Despite his obvious objections Nurse Anika seemed satisfied. She had no regard for the slave’s pain at all.

     Removing her cloak she repositioned herself in front of the slave, and her pale muscular shoulders bulged as she firmly grabbed the slave's cock . Despite her delicate features it was clear Anika was extremely strong and athletic.

"You must make sure the urethra is filled with lubricant!" she shouted.

     Then from the box she drew out a sterile shrink-wrapped package containing a long plastic tube.

"This is a catheter. A very large catheter! You must be firm in inserting it into the urethra. It helps if there is an erection."  She licked the tip of the slave's penis and looked into his face. He immediately began to swell. Anika sucked him briefly. Ally could see his growing cock bulge inside Anika’s cheeks.

She then expertly threaded the tube into the slave's penis several inches. Yellow urine shot out of the tube until Nurse Anika clamped it with the line clamp located on the tubing.

 "Your slaves are wanting to void." She says pushing on her slave’s bladder with a noticeably painful effect. “They have been given over half a gallon of tea to drink! They are dying to relieve themselves. It is your job to see that they do, but only on your command."

     Nurse Anika then placed a large beaker under the open end of the tube, and released the valve on the catheter. Yellow fluid gushed into the beaker and the slave filled it nearly to the top. Her slave noticeably melted in relief. Nurse Anika then closed the valve, and turned to the students holding her beaker high like a golden trophy.

     "Now you must measure this volume of fluid." She held up the beaker and stated "450 CCs excellent!" She then took a one-liter bag of saline and attached it to the catheter tube. As she raised the bag and reopened the valve, the saline flowed up the tube into the slave's penis and into his bladder.

"If 450 CCs was painful...650 CCs will be unbearable." She said as she quickly raised the bag higher. And then to force the saline in faster she squeezed the bag firmly. At least half of the remaining fluid entered the slave.

Bloody hell!” Exclaimed Daphne. “That looks more like a liter than a pint!”

The slave doubled in pain, and Nurse Anika calmly closed the valve and yanked on the slave's penis until it achieved an ultra hard erection. "If you force too much in, simply release the valve and the saline will go back into the bag."

Anika allowed fluid to back flow until she had 300 CCs in the bag. She had put over 700 CCs of saline into her slave’s bladder in less time than it takes to go to the bathroom!

     "Now this slave will not be allowed to void until all of your slaves have successfully been catheterized!" Taking hold of her slave's testicles in her left hand she then handed him another glass of tea to drink. When he drank every last drop of tea Nurse Anika released her grip. She then escorted her corked slave to Mistress Jane.

   The Head-Mistress immediately began to stroke his cock and sooth him with tender words. His discomfort was palpable. He anxiously bounced from foot to foot. To ease his pain Mistress Jane made him continuously take small sips of red wine.

The Dyke was behind him rubbing his balls through his legs. It was clear she enjoyed making men suffer!

     Ally and Daphne desperately struggled to remember what to do. It seemed like so much to absorb in just a few minutes. Fumbling with syringes and tubes they quickly become exasperated as they tried unsuccessfully to push a squirming plastic tube down a man's cock.

“No one told her it would be greasy and slippery from the lubricant.” She thought angrily.

Meanwhile Mistress Jane ordered that music of running water and rainstorms be played loudly. Many of the slaves were already urgently dancing uncomfortably bouncing from one foot to another. "Please pay attention girls." Said Jane "This will be on your final exam."  

     Elizabeth who had already catheterized her slave, began to play with him. She raised her bag and squeezed it, forcing every drop of saline that he could stand into his bladder. With nothing else to do she began flicking each of his testicles with her long fingers and digging her perfect nails into his cock and balls. Then with a look of complete satisfaction on her face she plunged a gloved finger back into his rectum, and pushed on his prostate until he went to his knees begging her to stop. She rubbed his stoppered penis on her face tempting him to cum.

Ally looked around and saw that Nurse Anika was now inserting a catheter into a beautiful blond girl who could be Anika’s twin. She seemed at ease as a naked guest in Mistress Jane’s school! She held her arms up voluntarily locked behind her head. She seemed to enjoy the sensation of saline filling her baldder.

“Who is she?” Ally asked Daphne?

Daphne shrugged.

Elizabeth kept torturing her slave with her on going prostate exam, her slave's catheter started to slide out, but with a thumb and fore finger she quickly reinserted it even deeper into his bladder and continued her constant pressure on his prostate and bladder.

    "Would you look at that." Says Daphne in a thick Cockney accent. "You'd think she was kneading bread dough for a picnic! She lives for these moments. She always has!"

    Ally not knowing what Daphne meant by her last comment ignored her as she had her own more immediate problems. "Please stop fidgeting." Ally pleaded with her slave.

 "Its hard enough without you bouncing around." She said crossly as she yanked on his cock to keep him in line. Ally did not want to suck his cock to make him hard, so she struggled with a semi hard greasy-lubricated cock that twisted out of her hands.

Then Ally could feel Nurse Anika’s hands on her head. Nurse Anika knelt next to Ally and used one hand to pry open her mouth.

She forced Ally to open her mouth and suck the slave’s cock. As she mumbled with her head being pushed into the slave’s genitals Nurse Anika spoke to the class.

“You vill do vhat ever it takes to do it right! Yah it isn’t so bad. Remember a slave can never know true pain if he does not know the pleasure as well!”

Anika knelt beside Ally and made sure his cock was hard in Ally’s mouth before she withdrew it. Nurse Anika kissed her on her lips. “Goot girl. Now insert the catheter and show me how a real Mistress takes control!” She said grabbing the slaves balls in one hand and holding Ally’s chin in her other.

    With Nurse Anika there to keep the slave still Ally was able to insert the tube deep into her slaves cock, he was able to get a short rest-bit of relief when she released the valve and his bladder gushed its contents into a large graduated glass jar. Then after measuring her slave's output, Ally quickly attached the bag of saline and with her small arms she exerted all the effort she could muster to squeeze half a bag of saline back into her poor willing slave. His handsome face winced with a look of discomfort, and Ally quickly and happily squeezed the last bit in and quickly closed the valve. The slave dropped to his knees in agony and Ally smiled rubbing his head like a good dog.

She wiped her sweaty face with Mistress Jane’s handkerchief, and tried to get the taste of KY jelly coated cock out of her mouth!

     Sitting back with a satisfied feeling Ally wiped her brow again with the Mistress's handkerchief that was monogrammed EJW. Then as she had been commanded to do, she forced her slave to drink a large glass of pee-tea. "All of it." Ally urged. "If there is even a drop left, Nurse Anika will make you drink another glass!"  Ally glanced over at Elizabeth's slave who looked to already be drinking his third glass.

      Finally when all dozen slaves were properly tubed and stoppered, Mistress Jane ordered that they each receive a full hard slap to the balls. But since not everyone gave a hard enough slap everyone had to wait while several students had to repeat the punishments over and over. Ally was pleased that Daphne's blow was sufficient, and that hers was so good that it was pointed to as an exemplary effort. Usually it was Elizabeth that received such high praise.

            Ally wasn’t sure but she thought that Elizabeth was now staring in her direction even more than usual, and it made her nervous.

     When everyone had completed the punishment properly. Mistress Jane ordered all the slaves to stand at attention in total silence for two minutes.

The sounds of rain coming from the sound system was deafening. Then a minute later she gave the signal to release the valves. Simultaneously sighs of relief filled the studio from every corner as yellow tinged saline gushed into white plastic pails, and a dozen slaves drop to their knees clutching their buckets.

     As the last drops flowed from her slave, Ally grabbed her slave's cock and slowly and gently pulled out the tube. Then as a gesture of mercy she kisses the handsome slave's flaccid penis and told him that he did very well and that he shouldn’t expect any more blow-jobs from her. He was dismissed.

With a sweaty face and salty lips a tired but exhilarated Ally began to unbutton her artist’s frock. Ally glanced around but saw no sign of the beautiful blonde girl Nurse Anika had been torturing in class. She was so exotic and beautiful that All y hoped she would meet her again.

     As students were preparing to leave, Mistress Jane silenced the rustling students and made her end-of-class announcement. "Remember same time next week, but everyone must complete their home work assignment with no exceptions."

 She looked sternly at Chloe who had spent most of the time chained in the stocks for being inept at prostate induced orgasms. The dyke-mistress behind her released another painful slap to the blonde girl’s round pink bottom. And tugged at her suspended breasts.

     "She makes a much better slave than a student, don't you think Ally?" said Elizabeth.

      Elizabeth had nudged up next to Ally and whispered her little snipe into her ear. Ally could smell her intoxicating perfume and felt her amply large bare breast brush against her shoulder. "You on the other hand Ally, may win the class trophy for best teacher's pet."

     "Shhh" said Ally. "I want to hear our assignment." Ally was aware that Elizabeth was still leaning against her.

      Elizabeth smiled wickedly and walked toward Chloe to no doubt add to her misery.

    Daphne then immediately rubbed one of her smallish boobs against Ally's shoulder just like Elizabeth did, "Teacher's pet are we?" She chided. Then Daphne leaned in and peaked down Ally's smock, "But what are you going to fill this with?" she remarked snidely.

     Ally quickly nudged a playful elbow at her. "They're probably all silicone anyway!" whispered Ally.

"Oh afraid not luv! I'm afraid Lizzy takes after her poor old Mum on that score. They've been family icons since she was 13!" replied Daphne. “Her bum too!”

Ally giggled.

   Then Mistress Jane looked harshly in their direction and once again began to speak.  

     "Before next class, each of you must find a man you have never been intimate with, and perform one of the acts of CBT that you have learned in this class over the last few weeks. You are not to perform any unauthorized tortures, just those things that you have mastered thus far." She said in a calm and pleasant voice.

        Ally's face suddenly wrinkled up in a big worried frown. This was all new to her. Most of these other students have taken numerous classes from Mistress Jane. Where was she going to find a willing CBT slave in just one week? Slaves Are Us??? She looked at Elizabeth who was now fidgeting with poor helpless Chloe's breasts. "I bet all Elizabeth has to do is snap her fingers, and slaves come running out of cupboards and closets!" Thought Ally.

     Daphne looked at Ally encouragingly. "Don't worry Ally. Just remember what Mistress Jane taught us about selecting slaves. There's a lot more slaves out there than you think!"

     Ally still discouraged wandered over to the display table and took one last look at the Plum-Press. Apparently a slave had cleaned it since its use as a fruit press.

When she held it up she could see Elizabeth's tiny reflection staring at her. She rubbed it gently in her hands and then placed two large grapes into the glistening press. She pushed the two plates together without hesitation. The needles skewered the grape instantly, and the juice dripped onto Ally’s bare feet. She held it up to her eye. The grape was still intact. On the side were the initials EJW and about two-dozen hash marks. Not only had the press been used. It had been well used!

Ally smiled.

END

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