Chapter 822 My Private Fuck School:>Ep10

• They then explained certain codes I could use with my sports jacket's top pocket handkerchief. I would be issued white, pink, red, green, blue, orange, yellow, and black handkerchiefs when my uniforms arrived. They each had a meaning when placed in my sports jacket's top front pocket. White meant I was open to anything. Pink meant that I wanted to suck a cock. Red meant I wanted my cock sucked and was rarely used by the mostly submissive bottom students. Green meant I wanted to be fucked. Blue meant I wanted to fuck someone else and was also rarely used. Orange meant I wanted to be rimmed. Yellow meant I wanted to rim someone. Black meant I wanted to be disciplined. As they explained the meanings to me I noticed that Tim had a black handkerchief and the other three had white. I smiled in understanding at the three whites but arched an eyebrow when I noticed Tim's. Tim just shrugged and again said, "Don't knock it til you've tried it."
• I then ran through all of the colors in my head so I could keep them straight. Tim saw my expression and told me not to worry about memorizing them. The handkerchiefs came with a list explaining them all, I wouldn't get them until at least another two days so memorizing them now was pointless, and because I was going to be so sought after for the next few weeks I shouldn't even worry about needing to seek out someone for sex or announce my willingness for certain activities. They all assured me that for the next two weeks at least, I would be bent over and fucked at least three times a day and be pushed to my knees to give at least three blowjobs a day. I nodded and smiled at this as I looked forward to all the attention from the priests.
• Finally wanting more information on what goes on in the dungeon I asked who among them had experienced it. They all smiled, but Tim practically beamed. Tim took the initiative and began explaining that the dungeon made use of the handkerchief system to get things started. If someone came into the dungeon with a white handkerchief, they would be treated like a sex slave (forced to give blowjobs to any priest there, have their tongue forced into an asshole and forced to rim, have their asshole rimmed deep and left dripping with spit, plus being fucked long and hard possibly while being restrained) but without any discipline or corporal punishment. A student that entered the dungeon with a black handkerchief could expect all of that plus leaving the dungeon with a red ass after being spanked at a minimum. How much more the student experienced depended on his preferences. The dungeon master always started off slow and offered the student a safe word to stop the scene. Tim admitted to enjoying the dungeon master blindfolding him, using a riding crop, flogger, paddle, and open hand. Tim further explained that the student could ask for more pain, less pain, or let the dungeon master have his way.