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Tamu stood before the door, his heart racing and ears folded. Gathering up the courage to knock took a lot, the sound of Imara's voice echoing in his ears the only thing keeping him from turning tail and running back to his room. Imara's talent for punishment not withstanding, after the trust she had put in him, he did not want to disappoint her. Pushing all thought from his mind, he knocked on the door. A short eternity later, a lioness in a casual knee length dress opened it. Although he didn't recognize her by sight, she had to be Dalia.

"H--Hello. Imara sent me to be your assistant."

"Ah, of course! Welcome, Tamu. Come in, please!"

Tamu dry swallowed and stepped past the threshold. The brightness inside made him squint. Tall windows on the side wall let in plenty of daylight. Towards the front of the room stood a sturdy table made of a thick slab of wood atop a stone plinth. Arranged in an arc around it were half a dozen stools for the students.

"This is your first time acting as a model, yes?" Dalia asked.

Tamu nodded.

"It's very easy. You don't really have to do anything, you can't get it wrong."

Tamu nodded, feeling slightly lighter on his feet.

"Now, let's get you ready before class begins. Take off your clothes and lie down on the table," Dalia said. Tamu looked at the table with some trepidation, noting the set of leather straps attached to it, then resigned himself to his task. He undid the buttons on his vest, slipped out of it and placed it neatly folded on a nearby stool. While Dalia observed, he stepped out of his baggy pants, one leg at a time, and added them onto the pile. He glanced at Dalia, who nodded in affirmation for him to proceed, then got up to sit on the edge of the table and finally laid down straight on his back. "Hands up here, if you please," Dalia instructed. Tamu raised his arms up above his head and felt her grab his right wrist, gently yet forcefully. She guided his hand to the awaiting leather strap and buckled it around his wrist. The cuff was not so tight as to constrict, but secure enough to make wriggling free impossible. She did the same to his right hand.

Tamu began to settle into his role. He'd been shackled, cuffed, and tied up plenty of times while under Imara's tutelage, so the experience was familiar.

Done securing his hands, Dalia moved to his feet. She took his left ankle and moved his leg toward the corner of the table and cuffed it there. She made sure to adjust the rope fettering him so it didn't have too much slack. Satisfied, she bound his his right leg next. Two more restraints left. Moving towards the middle of the table, she wrapped the final cuffs around his thighs and tightened the ropes to keep his legs parted. "There," Dalia said, giving the last rope an experimental tug. "Comfortable?"

"Yes, Mistress," Tamu said. Despite feeling very nearly like a lizard pinned to a zoologist's cork-board, he'd grown to rather enjoy being tied up. With the restraints came an abdication of responsibility and he could just feel his anxiety melting away.

"One more thing," Dalia said and ducked out of view for a moment. She returned holding a leather blindfold. Tamu lifted his head so she could more easily put it on him. A strap looped below his muzzle and another buckled at the back of his head, covering his eyes with a wide strip of leather impossible to peek out from under and secure enough to not come loose no matter how he scuffed or shook his head.

"Perfect," Dalia said, putting her hands on Tamu's cheeks and giving them a friendly rub. "This is all to put our students at ease. They've only just come of age and have never seen a grown lion up close. Officially, at least. We'll pretend all they know is dry theory and drawings and glimpses they've caught from afar. If you weren't tied up, they might be too intimidated to engage with the lesson. But you just wait there for a little while longer, class will start soon."

Tamu said nothing. He felt like he was sinking through the table, barely even feeling the shackles binding him, as the outside world faded away. In the darkness, Tamu drifted off to sleep.

Squeaking of the door hinges startled him into alertness after what might have been a minute or an hour. Without his sight, even the softest sounds were crystal clear. Paws padding on the sandstone floor. Shuffle of cloth. The sudden ear rending, fur raising screech of a stool being dragged forward.

Dalia's voice, speaking loudly and with authority, "Today is the class I know you've all been waiting for. You'll finally get to see a real male lion for the first time."

Muted giggles erupted from the back of the room.

"No, your pride-brothers from when you were little cubs don't count, and I trust you're all good young lionesses who've always followed the rules."

More giggles. Paw steps and soft rush of air passed by him. He could just about sense Dalia walking around him to stand on the other side of the table. All of a sudden he felt very exposed, with no-one between him and the lionesses. What were they thinking? He trusted Imara and, by association, Dalia, but he had no idea who these new ones were. An urge to shield himself was thwarted by the fetters keeping his arms and legs spread. At least he still had his cock cage to provide a modicum of modesty.

"Come closer," came Dalia's voice from his left. "Don't be shy, he's here just for you."

There were noises of the stools being pushed, a sense of motion and, somehow, a feeling of being crowded. Tamu's heart began to beat faster and his ears folded back.

A hand grabbed his mane and pulled his head slightly back. Dalia spoke, "First of all, I'd like to direct your attention to this luscious hair. The mane of the male lion is a unique feature among all the peoples of the world. It is proof of the gods' favor, for while there are those whose fur bear unique markings or regal colors, none other possess a trait as attractive as this."

Tamu felt simultaneously baffled and flattered. He had never thought much of his mane. Not that there was anything wrong with it but neither was it especially thick or dark. Yet the way Dalia stroked and twirled his hair was as if he were the handsomest lion in the pride. It felt good. After enough time had passed to let everyone have a good gander, Dalia continued, "Now, onto the topic you're really here for." She ran her hand down his body, her fingers coming to rest at his groin. Tamu shivered. Perhaps Imara was right, he wasn't quite yet used to a lioness's touch. "First note the metal tube over his sheath. This is one of the ways we remind our males of their place in the pride. You must never forget that in the kingdoms, males have subjugated the lionesses. The desire to conquer and dominate is in their nature and something even the most submissive of lions is capable of in the right circumstance. It is therefore paramount we do do everything to discourage such behavior."

Tamu wondered at that. He was pretty sure he had never even entertained a thought of conquering anything or dominating anyone, but perhaps it was true on average. The queendom had endured for over a century among hostile kingdoms, so they had to be doing things right. He tensed as Dalia grabbed hold of his cock cage.

"Males are very orgasm driven," she lectured. "The joke goes that their seat of reason is not the heart but the penis! Funny as it sounds, there is kernel of truth to it. The cock cage is our most effective means of controlling their behavior, far more so than chains and whips. The prospect of being released from the cage is a stronger motivator than the fear of punishment. However, you must also remember that males are permitted into this pride for one purpose only: to serve you. Service is its own reward, you have no obligations towards them." Dalia gave Tamu's belly a pat. "Any questions before we move on?"

"Umm," came the voice of a young lioness. "If I take a lion back to my room, do I have to tie him up like this?"

A chorus of muffled giggles. Dalia cleared her throat. "No. While our males do tend to enjoy bondage, it is not necessary. Nevertheless, remember that you are the one in control, always. Any other questions?"

"Yes," said an uncertain voice. "Why do lions from other prides want to join us if we treat them the way they treat lionesses?"

"First of all," Dalia said sternly, "we treat our males far, far better than they treat their females. As to why: there are always some with a naturally submissive disposition who do not fit in in the highly aggressive and competitive culture of the kingdoms. Here they find a place where they can live more true to themselves."

A brief pause. "Any more questions? No? Then let us continue. I will now show you how to remove the cock cage."

Tamu took in a deep breath of anticipation. He felt Dalia's fingers on the hard surface of the cage as acutely as if it was his own skin.

"The key goes into the little slot here." Click. "Now the part that goes under the scrotum releases and you can pull the cage off."

The air was cool on his bare sheath. With the removal of this one final piece, Tamu felt truly naked. His most intimate area being the focus of the whole class's attention made his ears burned and Tamu couldn't rationalize why. Imara had subjected him to all sorts of indignities during his training, including parading him naked in front of the whole pride. There shouldn't be any reason to be embarrassed at this stage.

"You can see his penis is still hiding in its sheath," Dalia noted. "Males often get an erection just from the removal of the cage--like how a pet fox might start licking its lips when it hears the rattle of the treat jar. This one is still new to the pride and hasn't yet become so conditioned. It is also his first time modeling for the class, so he may be feeling nervous. Remember that an erection is not always a sign of sexual arousal, but conversely its lack does not necessarily mean lack of sexual interest.

"Now, let's see if we can get him warmed up. Each individual has their special sensitive spots that turn them on. For some, it is the nipples, or the ears, or even the paws. With males, the genital area never disappoints. Some like to be touched under the tail, but that is a topic for a later class."

Tamu felt a pair of fingers grasp his sheath and begin massaging it. A hand gently squeezed his scrotum. It had been weeks since his last orgasm (the celibacy self inflicted, admittedly,) and his dick was starved for attention and now acting on its own.

"Ah, there we go," Dalia said. "All it takes is a little fondling of the sheath and testicles to arouse him. I can sense he is still tense, so if I stop the stimulation, he will likely go flaccid again soon. I will show you a little trick."

Dalia let go of his privates, but soon there was a new sensation. A thick string being wrapped around the base of his penis and tightened, almost to the point of painfulness.

"During an erection, the penis becomes engorged with blood and grows many times its normal size, which is how it's able to fit inside the tiny sheath," Dalia lectured. "By tying this thong around the base, I've restricted the flow of blood away from the penis, preventing it from going flaccid. Please be aware that forcing an erection for a time beyond what is natural may cause severe injury, so do not try this yourself until you've attended the follow up lessons.

"Now, let's take a closer look at the penis. As I've already said, the genital region is the most sensitive area of a male's body, but even there, some parts are more tender than others." Tamu felt a finger and thumb grasp his shaft, slowly sliding up and down. "The shaft is hardly any more sensitive than any other part of his body. Here, the effect of my touch is more psychological as it is still a very intimate area." Next, Dalia gripped his shaft with her thumb resting on the head. "The head of the penis, however, is the source of almost all physical pleasure for a male. It is their equivalent of the clitoris." She made a rubbing motion with her thumb. Involuntarily, Tamu bucked with his hips in response. "See how strongly he reacted!" Dalia said, a note of genuine delight in her voice. She let go of his cock, only to grasp hold of his balls next, capturing them behind a looped thumb and index finger. "Most males enjoy having their testicles fondled. Unlike every other delicate organ, for some reason known only to the gods, the balls hang out in the open with only a thin pouch of skin for protection. Perhaps to ensure their owner keeps them safe, any insult to them is highly painful. It almost makes me think they're there to provide us with a good handle on them!"

Tamu held his breath, for he suspected a demonstration was about to ensue. He was not wrong. Dalia flicked a pinned testicle with a finger. He felt the impact all the way up his belly, his whole body jerking.

"Look how he twists and jerks!" Dalia said while continuing to give his testicles painful flicks, one after another. Tamu grunted in pain and reflexively tried to shield himself, to close his legs but the thigh straps made it impossible. Dalia, with perhaps a little too enthusiasm in her voice, said, "You'd hardly feel this on any other part of your body and yet he'd have fallen off the table if he weren't tied down!"

Finally she relented. A throbbing ache in his balls remained. Tamu couldn't see, but by the low noises he had heard, he surmised the students had been shocked by the display.

"Don't worry about him," Dalia said, dismissing his heavy, agonized breaths. "Testicles are not as fragile as they seem but that's not to say you can't accidentally cause injury. If anyone is feeling a stirring interest in pain play, I highly recommend attending one of Mahiri's classes before seeking out a playmate to experiment on. She will show you how to play safe, as well as a variety of techniques to try. But now, on to more pleasureful things."

Tamu felt tugging at the base of his cock, then tingly relief as Dalia took off the cord wrapped around it. For a moment, nothing happened, then he felt it: slick, warm oil being poured on his member.

"There are many ways to pleasure a penis. You can use your hand, your mouth, or allow or make him penetrate you. You may find that giving someone else pleasure is a pleasure unto itself. Or perhaps you enjoy the control you have over your partner. You can bring him to the very edge of orgasm then let him cool down and do it all over again. It is a most titillating thing, having your partner so utterly in your power; a sign of beautiful trust that he allows himself to be rendered so helpless for you, even when he knows he can expect pain."

Dalia's hand closed over Tamu's cocked and slowly stroked from base to tip, up and down. The pain in his balls was all forgotten now, replaced by a burning in his loins, a steadily building pressure brought about by Dalia's ministrations. As her fingers passed over his glans, a small spasm wracked his body.

"With some practice, you'll get a feel for your partner's body. I can tell his orgasm is building but he's not quite there yet. Delivering stimulation with your hand is a very basic technique, something every male discovers on his own before he is caged, but it can be very effective."

Dalia's slow and steady stroking was bringing Tamu maddeningly close to climax. He strained against his bonds trying to thrust into her hand, his buttocks clenching and leg muscles burning. She let go without warning.

"He was just on the edge of orgasm," Dalia explained matter-of-factly. "Once a male achieves orgasm, it may take minutes or even hours before he is capable of having another one. But if you cease stimulation before it happens and let him cool down a little, you can prolong the session by as much you want. The deferred orgasm, if you let him have one, will be stronger as well. Do note that timing is critical. If you're too late, you may cause what is known as a ruined orgasm: an ejaculation with little of the associated pleasure. This can be deliberate. I believe Mahiri uses it to great effect as a disciplinary technique.

"But, I'm not feeling cruel, so I'll bring my assistant here to a proper climax." Once again, Dalia's hand grasped Tamu's sensitive cock. She resumed stroking it, gradually increasing her pace. The pressure continued building, picking up where it had left off. After a minute, Tamu finally boiled over. He lost control of his body, convulsing against the restraints. His cock spasmed almost painfully, spurting his load onto his belly. "There you go," Dalia cooed. She squeezed his cock, pushing out every last drop. "Let it all out."

While Tamu caught his breath, Dalia continued with the lecture. "Right after ejaculation, the penis will be unusually sensitive and will soon retreat back to its sheath. Depending on the individual, it may take a good while before it is ready for use again, so keep this in mind. But observe what happens if I continue applying stimulation."

Now, one hand squeezed hard on his shaft while the palm of the other rubbed against the head. The sensation was unbearable, not quite pain, not quite pleasure, more like being tickled everywhere all at once. Tamu groaned loudly and squirmed with all his might but there was no escape. Dalia had him in her grip and mercilessly rubbed his oversensitive tip. Tamu's groans turned into choking sobs.

"As you can see, what was pure pleasure just a moment ago is now veritable torture!" Dalia announced gleefully. "This can be a fun alternative or complement to pain play for those so inclined."

She stopped, thankfully not tormenting him any further for the sake of a demonstration. Tamu slumped back, letting out a deep breath of blissful relief. Something damp touched his belly and began grooming his fur; a most pleasant sensation he wouldn't mind if it lasted longer. "Don't worry about making a mess," he heard Dalia say. "Even if it dries up, it's nothing a bath won't fix--or a tongue bath, if the taste of a male's milk is to your liking."

Dalia finished swabbing Tamu clean. Next came a sensation of cool metal confining his sheath and Dalia's hand reaching around his balls. "Once you're done playing, you mustn't forget to put away your toys," she said as she locked him back up. "And that concludes the introductory lesson. Some of you may have already decided that you have no interest in lions and that is okay. Those who wish to continue for real hands-on experience, please let me know before the end of the week. Further lessons will be conducted in small groups or one-on-one."

There was a cacophony of stools being pushed and the padding of many paws, then the sound of the door opening and closing. Tamu felt hands at the back of his head unbuckling his blindfold. As it lifted, he squeezed his eyes shut from the painfully bright light but even through closed eyelids daylight seared like a red hot poker. After a minute, he managed to open his eyes enough to see Dalia's face looking down at him.

"You did well," she said in a genuine, friendly tone. "Next time, it'll be my student who'll be learning the ropes with you, as it were. This is where I typically lose volunteers. They like the idea of being fondled by a pretty young lioness until they encounter careless claws and the rough side of the tongue. Lucky for me I have you until Imara says otherwise." Dalia paused, a sly smile spreading on her muzzle. "Speaking of tongues, before I let you go, I want you to show me what you've got." She rolled up her dress and climbed up onto the table with her knees on either side of Tamu's head. The heavy scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. She put her hands on his belly for support and crouched down until her pussy was within licking range. Tamu did not need explicit orders to know what was expected of him.

He craned his neck and reached out, giving her moist outer folds a long, slow lick, then rolled his tongue and probed deeper, eliciting a small, approving moan from Dalia. Spurred on, Tamu continued exploring her until he found the nub of flesh he was looking for. He twirled his tongue around her clitoris and licked with the tip. "Yes," Dalia said dreamily. "Keep doing that." He did, encouraged by her little purrs and moans and the feel of her fingers kneading his belly. As Tamu kept up his tonguing, Dalia's moans and shudders became more and more frequent. Her claws pricked his skin as she squeezed his belly fur in her fists. Tamu forced his exhausted tongue to keep going. Dalia's body jerked forcefully and she roared, her claws nearly drawing blood. She leaned forward out of reach and panted for a moment before climbing off the table.

"Very good," she complimented, her voice sounding flushed. She straightened and smoothed down her dress. "Imara has trained you well. Yes, you'll be a fine assistant." She began undoing his restraints. "The next class will be a week from now. I'll make sure you'll have a good time and won't leave unsatisfied."

"T--Thank you, Mistress," Tamu said. Even after Dalia had removed all his shackles, he stayed still until she gave him permission to get up and put his clothes back on. As he walked back towards the male quarters, he thought he now understood why his roommate wanted so badly to volunteer for her class. He even found himself looking forward to next week.