The tutorial

It didn't take The Boar long to free himself from his wife's ties. "Probably...", he thought, "... because Daphne doesn't have a dominant fiber in her entire body..."

Professor Isaac B. Forester, as his real name went, slowly rose to his knees. He padded his wife on the shoulder. "Well tried, dear, well-tried..." She looked down smiling, shy as ever, and clearly happy that this part was over.

He looked over his shoulder.

This whole thing had been his idea. Instead of sticking to tell stories and exchanging experiences, why not hire somebody from outside, a professional, to teach them the ropes? Just as an experiment, as a one-off.

And with everyone practicing with their own partner, of course. He knew the perfect 'speaker' for such an evening. He had won them over, and now, here they were.

At the request of the speaker, they had all stripped down to their underwear. After some preliminary giggling and childish jokes, they all agreed that it had brought them closer together, that it provided for a more intimate atmosphere. And after a twenty-minute talk from the speaker, the ropes came out, and the exercise began.

But that didn't interest him at all. He didn't have the slightest desire to learn something tonight. He looked over his shoulder.

There! He had found them! Icarus and Judith (everyone went by a nickname). His heart skipped a beat, and his arousal went from one to a hundred within a second!

Judith, the born Dominatrix! Wonderwoman, Xena and Lara Croft all rolled into one! There she was, on her stomach, tied in a thorough hogtie, in front of her personal slave. He could almost taste her unease, her embarrassment as he watched her squirm helplessly, tugging at the ropes in vain: Icarus had obviously been paying attention during the presentation. AND it seemed that this whole new situation had sparked some interest in his mind, too...