The Mistress's 1st Maknae.

17 oh what a night.

The room is bathed in moonlight, no words are being used, just simple hand gestures. The first lesson is observation through listening.

With a flat hand in a stop signal, she halts him in his tracks. She is taking the lead, and he needs to remember that. With her hand now on his bare chest, she glides it over the taught warm skin. Adding her nails for a bit of distraction.

A hiss escapes his mouth. "Tut tut," she utteres. As she grazed her nails a few seconds later, she used her soft palm to ease the pain she caused. A wicked smile on her face.

With both hands on his defined obliques, she let's them lightly dance. Luring him into a sweet sense of calm. She lets him enjoy the tickling sensation. He tries not to let out any sound. It's difficult, but he manages.
Rewarding him for making no sound, a few butterfly kisses on his soft mouth. "Ouch," he cries out. She's bitten his lip. It's not bleeding, but it is starting to swell. "Aw, you were doing so well. But it's all part of the lesson." She's satisfied with this outcome. "It seems to me you can only take a little pain. Hmm. Noted." She's talking to herself and doesn't wait for your response. Remember, no sounds.
"Let's try that again," she kisses him again, delicately and deliberately. This time, instead of little kisses, these are longer and more direct. He tentatively returns these kisses, making sure to keep his witts about him. 'Don't get dragged in by the feelings she's conjuring.'

No pain this time.
Good, because those kisses make you forget everything.
It's he that breaks the kiss. Ready to make a sound, she stops him with a finger to his lips. " shhhh. You may want to save those. I wanna gift you something. " she moves her fingers down his spine, causing his skin to be set alight.

Her fingers find their way to his appolos belt, still feeling a little ticklish he suppresses a giggle. This is serious training. With the outsides of her index fingers, she followes these sculpted muscle lines as if they are directions.
His breath catches when her hands make contact with him. One on the front of his growing member, the other cupping his balls.

"Remember, no sounds, not yet. This is teaching you to listen, to feel, and to understand." She whispers, "but remember , you can also use your safe words. These don't count as sounds"
While she's talked, she's manipulating his member. It's doubled in size and girth. She knows if she looked down at it, it would look beautiful, thick, and heavy. She wants it in her. Either in her hands like this, her mouth or her body. She's not decided the final area. She's brought back to the job at hand as he shivers a little.

"I'm having a little dilemma, I'm sure you will understand. You know how much I love to roll my tongue over jucie cock, but I'm thinking for tonight we may both need a real work out." The corners of his mouth almost betray him. It's been a messy week with emotions and metal.
"For the next hour, I want you to help me make every noise I can. But you may not sing along with me, your mouth will be too busy. "
Both hiding their joy, she continues to stroke him. "I don't want to cum, not until I can't speak any more. Do you understand?"
He does, he cant wait to take his time, pushing you to the edge and making you wait. "Yes" is all he says.

He's been gifted, some gasps as he works her, using his broad tongue, he laps at her, the only sound that of his mouth making her wet, the suction and a few slurps. She holds on to his long hair, keeping him in place, "right there, that's a good spot" she moans out, he listens but when she starts to wriggle a bit more violently, he changes his actions. He can tell she's getting ready to fall, but she did say she wanted to wait a while. How long will that be, and how long can he play with her until she can't stand it anymore. He enjoys this closeness. He has the power, but not really. He has to be aware of her at all times. Another two changes in pattern and rhythm, and she's pulling harder at his hair. "Say yes," he grunts
Her voice was barely a whisper at the point. She holds out for another 15 minutes. He's knuckles deep and rolls his fingers inside her, pressing on her inner walls, intensifying the pressure and sensations. His lips just as plump and pink as hers. He's about to speak again when she lifts his face to look at hers, "yes". She doesn't tumble delicately into blissful happiness. She crashes hard. He loves this. Seeing her fall apart and all because of his touch.

"Once I can see straight, I'm gonna work you like a trainee. You're gonna wish you were back in that practice room." Breathing hard and both laughing a little, he's excited at the prospect of some exercise. He's a little sore from his crash the other day, but he needs to push past that and work other muscles.

The clock illuminates the room, and at some point,'3:28' is visible. They have been fucking for over 4 hours. Both have cum more than once and they aren't done. "This lesson is about listening," she says, "you have listened very well, you haven't pushed your own agenda. So, as a reward, what would you like?"
He takes a moment to calm his racing blood, he cant be sure that she's saying what she is. But knows if he doesn't respond, he may be classed as a fail. "Repeat, please, heartbeat, loud." she sits up, "Watch my mouth. What reward do you want?"
You thought that's what it was, but it's better to make sure than just assume.
"As this is a listening lesson, can we talk?"
Wow you did not expect that, the possibility of more cum yes, maybe to be painted by his but to talk. "OK, do you wanna shower first?"

"Let's get a drink and a snack and then talk, I don't want to talk here,"
He's reminded of the night he started smashing things. You had said that you didn't want him to mix sex and emotions together, so you both left the room. He's thinking along those lines.

Some fruit juice and crackers, and you're in the sitting room. "This is your reward, but know that we can talk in aftercare at dinner. We can still keep busy. " You remind him.

"Yeah, I know, but I didn't want to just openly say, I need a break for pumping you. I would have sounded weak,"
He's gone shy. "Bugs, showing what you think is a weakness is really a strength. There are many hours in a day and we can fuck as much or as little as you want" she side eyes him, "or can handle" and nudges him with her shoulder.
What she started next was his competitive streak, "I will show you how much I can handle" his hands pushing her back and holding her in place, then he remembers, she's in charge. As he readies himself to back off, she holds his face and sits uo slightly. "Talking, let's just say that was a tea break, take this as your reward," and she lowers herself back down. "Handle away"