“How long do you think you could hold that position?” Arthur asked. Kat didn’t even have to turn around to see the smirk. She could hear it in his question.
Kat looked over her shoulder at him with fire in her icy eyes. She finished pushing her panties down her legs, and they fell away to the floor once they reached her knees. She didn’t step out of them, though, and she didn’t stand up or turn back around. She put her hands just above her knees for support and kept her back straight, parallel to the floor, with her head pointed away from Arthur for now.
“Hm.” Arthur groaned and shifted on the sofa. His erection was painful.
“Problem?” Kat asked with a hint of mischief in her voice. “Is there something you need?”
Arthur unzipped his pants and sighed. Kat looked over her shoulder again, and her eyes widened slightly. Arthur wasn’t stroking himself, but he was free of his jeans now and still writing. “Breathplay?” He asked.
“Like choking?” Kat asked as she turned her head away from him again.
“Yes.” Arthur answered.
“It freaks me out.” Kat shook her head, and Arthur watched her breasts sway from it. “So no, Sir.”
“Well, you’re out of clothes, so why don’t you try spreading your legs, just a little bit.” Arthur suggested.
Kat looked over her shoulder at him again and smirked. She moved her feet apart a little bit more, widening the gap between her thighs and spreading her lips.
“Beautiful.” Arthur sighed. Kat blushed and turned her face away from him to hide it.
“Humiliation?” Arthur asked. He wrote down her previous answer.
“Like Selene?” Kat asked without looking at him.
“Yes.” Arthur nodded. “I gather you don’t like being called slut, or belittled, right?”
“I mean…” Kat hesitated. “It’s not quite a limit, but I’m not always in the mood for it either, the way Selene is. Does that make sense? Like, sometimes, it won’t help things. Sometimes it might.”
Arthur paused in his writing and looked up. He bit his lip and then looked back down with a slight shrug. “I mean, it doesn’t help me figure it out.” He chuckled. “But it makes sense, I suppose.”
“Objectification? Being treated like an object or a piece of furniture?” Arthur asked.
“You mean, kind of like I am now?” She asked. This time she looked over her shoulder again, the smirk on her face.
“Little bit.” Arthur admitted.
“It’s okay. Probably wouldn’t be doing it for me if Junior was still tucked away, though. I’m here to learn, not be your sex slave. Remember?” Kat shifted so that her elbows were supporting her instead of her palms.
“Right.” Arthur nodded. “Sorry. You can sit down now.”
Kat straightened with a smile, turned, and bounced over to the sofa, where she plopped down. Arthur twitched in response, his eyes riveted to her as she moved.
“Forced shaving?” Arthur finally lifted his eyes to hers as he asked the question.
“Like you shaving me or assigning me homework to shave certain parts of me?” Kat asked. Arthur was impressed that she left her hands on her thighs this time and didn’t try to cover her breasts or pussy.
“Both, I suppose.” Arthur held his pen at the ready.
“I’m okay with that.” Kat shrugged.
“Being told what to wear?” Arthur asked.
“For lessons? Fine. The rest of the time, fuck off.” Kat waved her hand in front of her as if to shoo him away.
“Fair enough.” Arthur laughed. “Speaking of which, I need to take some clothes for Selene before I leave, or she might never get dressed again.”
“She’s always preferred being naked.” Kat laughed. “We’re comfortably European like that.”
“Good to know.” Arthur nodded. “I like the sexy underwear, though.”
“Good to know.” Kat smiled.
“Nipple play?” Arthur asked. “How do you feel about that?”
“I’m all for it.” Kat assured him. “I uh… really enjoyed it when my ex used to play with them.” She cupped her breasts and squeezed them in her fingers. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she ran her fingers over them with a slight gasp.
“Do you have any other fetishes or preferences I should know about?” Arthur asked as he kept making notes.
“I like a firm hand.” Kat said after a hesitation. “I’m not going to be the doormat that Selene is.”
“I gathered that already.” Arthur said with a slight smirk. If Selene hadn’t already told him that expressly, he would have gathered it from their lunch together.
“How do you feel about roleplaying?” Arthur asked.
“I guess I just count that as a type of foreplay.” Kat said after thinking about it for a moment. “I’m not opposed to it. Never done it before. I’m not sure I’d get anything out of it, depending on the scenario. I’m not as into theater as Selene is. But it has a certain appeal… given a more literary foundation than you might be used to.”
“Literary foundation?” Arthur asked curiously.
“I’d rather pretend to be a Jane Austen character than a nameless sexy nurse if we’re going to roleplay,” Kat explained.
“Got it.” Arthur said with a nod. “Any scenarios you can think of that you don’t want to play out or really want to try?”
“Not off the top of my head.” Kat frowned.
“Well, if you think of any, let me know.” Arthur said with a smile.
“Yes, Sir.” Kat nodded.
“Not into servitude.” Arthur surmised.
“Well…” Kat hesitated.
“Sometimes, depending on your mood.” Arthur looked at her incredulously.
“You’re getting it, Sir.” Kat shifted on the sofa.
“Exhibitionism?” Arthur stopped writing for a second, rolled, and stretched his wrist and fingers.
“How is that different from public bondage or sex outdoors?” Kat furrowed her brow.
“It means being watched, but not necessarily in a public setting. It could be as simple as tying Selene to the wall and having her watch us fuck. Or vice versa.”
“Yeah. I’d be down for that.” Kat nodded. “That could be… a lot of fun.”
“Bodily fluids?” Arthur asked. “I’m not into blood or waste. So… I guess this is more about cum. Are you okay with it on you, in you, that kind of thing?”
“I have an IUD.” Kat assured him. “And I’ve always swallowed before, but, like, twice. So I’m down for whatever.”
“Okay.” Arthur said as he made his final notes. “I think that’s the end of my list.” He passed the notebook back to her, and she started to read it over, reviewing what he’d written. It was all there in notated form, precisely as she’d answered.
“Looks good.” Kat said with a nod. “You want me to sign this?”
“After you type it up. We’ll sign it at your next lesson.” Arthur assured her, then stood up. She watched his cock, still erect, and pushed through the open zipper of his jeans. He undid his belt and let his pants drop, leaving his boxers and t-shirt on. Kat watched as he reached down and stripped off the shirt, lifting the hem over his muscled torso and tossing it to the side. Then he slid the boxers off, leaving him naked before sitting back on the sofa.
“So what’s involved in this evaluation?” Kat asked with one eyebrow arched.
“First, we’ll check for your most responsive erogenous zones. Then we’ll check your oral sensitivity.” Arthur clicked the pen again and turned the page.
“You mean my oral skills?” She asked, looking at his thick cock bounce.
“Nope. I mean, I’m going to lay you out on this coffee table and see how long it takes for you to cum from my tongue wrestling with your clit.” Arthur tossed his boxers to her. She took them and put them behind her back.