Welcome to Part 2 of The Test. If you missed part one, you'll find it in the archive. But here's where we left off:

"In the two months she had played with the male dom, he had never taken her with the penis; they had that agreement. But one time he had exposed himself, worked up his dick till it was hard and threatened her with it. She cried. She was shackled helpless and he had her pussy opened up with his hand and he told her he was about to force himself in her."

[And now for part 2:]

But as the silent tears rolled down her face, he pulled away. She could not tell if he was surprised or if he had planned to terrorize her that way.

He continued to jack himself off in front of her. He demanded that she watch. His meat was thick and heavy and primitive and filled her with a sense of darkness. She trembled; not in a fun way. In a way that wanted out of the tight restraints. She saw him start to squirt his cum; he aimed it at her; the first splat landed in her soft black bush and she called the safeword. That was the only time she had ever called a safeword. It was also the only time she saw her male dom's dick. But the fact that he had one made her restless, and rebellious, and nervous around him. That's why he was such a thrill. Why she acted up. She admitted it made no sense. To this day, she couldn't really explain it, that dynamic of being a rebellious brat around men. Something about letting her wildness go. From that time forward, he cuffed her legs open severely and tortured her soft cunt with clamps and pumps and bondage gear and his fingers, that often left marks lasting days -- but he never fucked her. And when her wildness had run its course, she left him.

So here, now, as she and Miss Wiley waited for this submissive but unbridled Newboy to come into their lives, it was a big offering Seal made to her Mistress: The offer of herself in such a way that if the Mistress ordered it, she would open her cunt and take this new boy's penis on command. She hoped the Mistress appreciated the enormity.

As Seal tensely watched the pool of candle wax rocking and rolling like a menace, there came a firm, confident knock at the door. Wiley opened the door on a giant. A sandy haired, large handed, towering, NBA-forward sized boy with aquamarine eyes in an angelic face. Seal wished she could see Wiley's expression just then.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he said, ducking his head a little.

"Come in, Brian, and close the door behind you," Wiley said.

Brian closed the door neatly, almost fondling the knob with care, but as he turned back around, Wiley stretched up and sideswiped him with an openhanded slap to the cheek that sent his hair into his face and totally stunned him.

The Newboy reeled back against the door, a flicker of shock melting into something more like discomfort. For a minute, Seal thought their new boy was going to turn around and leave.

"Don't ever be late for me again," Wiley snarled at him. "Or that'll be the last you see of me."

He took a minute to gather himself, or maybe to control his mood, Seal wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry," he answered finally. "Please forgive me," he added, his voice even softer.

Wiley looked Brian up and down and then she waved him into the room.

"Yes, you're really way too tall," she snapped. "Kneel down."

Even kneeling, Brian's face came just up under Wiley's chin. He lowered his eyes a little, on Wiley's command, and that's when he noticed Seal. She felt herself getting wet, just being watched by him. His gaze didn't carry that longing, that flicker of lust, the way it did on other men who had seen her naked. Parading Seal's nakedness was something Wiley often did at BDSM parties. Order Seal to strip in front of gawking onlookers and to position her nude body in revealing poses. When she would bend over to grab her ankles, Wiley lined the men up behind her ass so they could see her ass cheeks open and the slit of her cunt beneath her bud pressed between her legs, and she could hear the heavy breathing and almost feel their eyes searching out her holes. But Wiley had told Seal that Brian liked his fucking hard and muscular, with men -- he only liked to be dominated by women, not fucked by them. That maybe explained why his gaze was curious and a little wary.

"Head down," Wiley ordered him.

"Do you want me to sit back, Ma'am?" he asked. Seal noted that Newboy was to address Wiley as "Ma'am," not "Miss" in the English school way.

"Don't try to orchestrate or you'll be punished," Wiley said to the Newboy.

"I wasn't --"

"What?"

"Nothing. Sorry."

"Now put out your hands, palms up."

Seal couldn't get a reading on Wiley, but Newboy did just what she asked. He seemed determined to prove himself.

His fingers were long, all bone with a hint of veins ridging over them. On his right hand the middle one quivered. Wiley took a small flail off her hip, flicked it in the air -- red rubber thongs it had. When she flicked it a second time, red streaks snaked through the air and whipped down onto Newboy's palms. He gasped; his hands curled shut. He tucked them into his chest and folded his shoulders around them.

"Don't refuse me," Wiley warned him. "Get those hands out in front of you where I can whip them." Her voice had gone very low, like an animal in a cave.

Brian flapped his hands briskly, like to shake the pain free, before he obeyed her. Now as he held them forth, the middle three fingers on both hands trembled.

"Don't move your hands and don't protect them," Wiley demanded, "is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She flailed at his hands in two quick successive strokes, and they crimped up at the knuckles and he hissed, and she waited. "Are you trying to get me angry?" Wiley asked.

"No." It was a natural reflex. Seal knew it well. But when Newboy spoke, he had already forced open his fingers and replaced his open palms to where Wiley wanted them. "Sorry," he whispered.

"I will give you seven more strokes, to make ten," Wiley pronounced. "Because I enjoy your hands."

"Yes, Ma'am," he acceded.

"This is your punishment for being late."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She picked up his fingers, one by one, examining them, running her fingertips over the knuckle bones.

"If you flinch, if you move these hands one bit from the way they are right now, I will throw you out of this house and your scene is over. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

Seal could feel her heart dropping into her stomach. This new boy was not used to taking orders and not used to taking pain. He would fail Wiley's test. It made Seal hope that Wiley intended Newboy to fail so Wiley and Seal could have a scene together, just the two of them. Maybe Wiley was actually a bit hesitant now to open up their relationship to this new person. Maybe it was hitting her how everything would change. But Seal realized that it was not Wiley but she who felt these things. So she had to tell herself that Wiley must know what she was doing.

As Wiley stared the Newboy down he did not dare raise his eyes to her, but Seal could see that from time to time, he stole a quick glance at herself. And when Brian looked at her, it was like her pussy could feel his stare, as if his mind sent out little fingers that pattered between the protective lips and brushed the sensitive flesh. Maybe because his inspection was so cool, so detached, yet so prying like a callous doctor, Seal could feel herself creaming, one small drop at a time.

Wiley let loose the next flogger stroke and it made a whistle in the air.

[To be continued...]