Page 13 of A Master's Destiny
Before he joins the other trainers, he stands before us and says, “I’m sure you have noticed you have one less classmate in your ranks. It is important that you understand why.”
The entire auditorium becomes eerily silent.
“Mr. Jones was under the false impression that his needs were more important than his submissive’s. It became evident to all of us during the first practicum. Upon further discussion with the man, I’ve concluded that not only is he a poor fit for the Training Center, but that he is also not ready to become a Dominant.”
I hear a sharp intake of breath from several of my classmates.
“The role of a Dominant is a challenging one,” Master Nosh warns us. “It is not about using submissives for your pleasure with no regard to their wellbeing. That is an immature and dangerous misconception.”
He folds his arms. “Being a Dominant requires respect. You must respect a submissive’s free will and their right to say no. Even in a Master/slave dynamic, where the submissive has agreed to be used as a vessel of pleasure in whatever way their Master sees fit, the slave must agree to that role and can revoke it at any time.”
Master Nosh looks at each of us somberly. “Failure to understand and embrace that fact makes a person unfit to be a Dominant. If you have an issue with that fundamental truth, we ask that you leave now. As with the last two who were dismissed, your money will be fully refunded.”
No one makes a move.
“Understand that by remaining here, you are committing to respect every submissive you come in contact with. Even if they fail to respect you.”
“Wait! There’s no way I am going to sit back and take their disrespect,” Lofton objects.
“We are not asking you to, Mr. Lofton. However, you cannot gain respect by being disrespectful in return.”
Addressing all of us, Master Nosh explains, “The best way to handle disrespect from a submissive you are unfamiliar with is to keep calm and remain civil while you remove yourself from their presence.”
Master Nosh furrows his brow. “If you cannot do that simple task, you have no business being here.”
The Head Trainer’s next words resonate in my soul. “As a Dominant, you havechosento take on the role of a leader. Therefore, it is your duty to act as one.”
I am struck once more by the profound lessons being taught here tonight. I naturally assumed the trainers would ease us into the course on the first day.
Instead, they seem determined to challenge us at every turn.
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Laird stands up and starts clapping his hands. “Congratulations students, you have made it to your second practicum of the evening. We’re excited for you because, for the next six weeks, you will have the unprecedented opportunity to learn from the renowned dominants who specialize in specific tools and techniques.”
While he speaks, several staff members appear on stage, carrying a long table. They are followed by a line of submissives who lay out six boxes in a row.
I watch in stunned silence as three bondage tables are lowered from the ceiling above. The execution of this scene change feels like a high-end theater production rather than a BDSM class.
Laird walks up the stairs of the stage and heads to the long table. “Tonight, you will learn the secrets of the violet wand.” He smirks when he adds, “Which is not to be confused with a ‘violent’ wand.”
I chuckle, along with several of my classmates.
Laird gestures to the right as he makes his introduction, “Viscount Killian will be instructing you on its use. Our distinguished guest has over twenty years of experience with the violet wand and has traveled the world to demonstrate his skill with the instrument at the request of Dominants and submissives alike.”
A man dressed all in black walks onto the stairs. He is toting a black case.
Laird holds out his hand to the Viscount, who shakes it firmly.
“We are honored you have come to share your knowledge with us tonight, sir.”
Once Laird leaves the stage, the Viscount sets his case on the table and turns to address our class.
“After tonight, you will understand why this is my favorite stimulation tool.”
Opening his case, Viscount Killian takes out a wand with a glass attachment and inserts the plug into an outlet on the floor. The lights in the auditorium suddenly darken as he holds up the wand as if it were a torch.
The moment he turns it on, the air buzzes with a pleasant humming sound while the glass attachment lights up with a purple electrical current.
