Page 27 of A Master's Destiny
Slater flat out refuses to remove the wax from my chest and thighs, stating he’s uncomfortable with the man-to-man contact. I find it a comical excuse since he’s been partnered with Lofton before this.
However, I take his dissent in stride and use the knife to peel off the pieces of wax one chunk at a time from my own skin, gaining even more insight into the process.
At the end of class, Master Nosh asks the two of us to remain. As Kat passes by me, she whispers, “I’ll be waiting outside.”
Slater looks at me with contempt. I know he’s jealous of my friendship with Kat, but he’s a fool. Surfer Boy has made it obvious that he sees Kat as a conquest, not a fellow Dominant. He appears to be blind to the fact that she is only interested in camaraderie as an equal.
While I stand there, Master Nosh takes Slater to the side to speak privately with him for a few minutes. The Head Trainer then instructs him to remain where he is and walks over to me.
“Is there anything you would like to say concerning Mr. Slater?”
I’m completely honest with him. “I have no idea why Slater is intent on pushing my buttons, but I’ve chosen not to react. My energy and focus are solely on this course.”
“So, you have no issues with him to note?”
“None worth mentioning.”
Master Nosh nods in satisfaction and commands, “Shake hands and let that be the end to this tomfoolery.”
Slater lets out a frustrated sigh but dutifully walks over and holds out his hand to me. When I take it, Master Nosh states quietly, “You can never understand the actions of another until you understand their history.”
We both stare at him.
I’m uncertain which one of us Master Nosh is referring to.
Buddy
On the way to my car, I find Kat standing in the parking lot waiting for me. I notice the others are hovering nearby, probably hoping to find out what Master Nosh had to say.
Kat smiles as I walk up. “Hey, since it’s still early, you want to hang out at the local pub?”
Ashford immediately joins us, inviting himself. “Sounds good to me.”
“I’m in,” Lofton states.
Amused, I glance at Ravenson. “Are you coming?”
He shrugs. “Why not?”
“I’ll drive if you like,” I offer to Kat.
“Great.” Kat smiles, opens my car door, and slips in the back with Ravenson.
Ashford claims the passenger seat without even asking. I shake my head, finding it ironic since he chose not to partner with me in class.
I look up to see Slater staring straight at me. “Feel free to meet us at the pub. Lofton still needs a ride.”
Slater feigns disinterest, but mutters to Lofton, “I’ll drive you in an actual car, not that fucking rust bucket.”
I roll my eyes. For all Slater’s trash talk, I’m the one with the car full of people. As we head out, I spot a small shop with a collection of candles in their window display.
“I need to make a quick stop,” I announce, parking on the curb. I don’t have any candles for Monday’s practicum, and with Anderson arriving tomorrow, I won’t have time to buy them.
Hurrying into the shop, I ask the owner to point me to the soy candles. Since it’ll be my first wax play with a submissive, I want to start with low-temperature candles.
I can tell the shop owner is proud of her selection when she points out her large assortment of soy candles but urges me to buy her favorite candles made of beeswax. Knowing beeswax burns way too hot, I quickly pick four soy candles—red, purple, blue, and yellow.
After complimenting my color choice, she asks, “These are lovely, but wouldn’t you rather have all of the same color rather than four different colors?”
