Page 40 of A Master's Destiny
Returning with a covered bowl, I set it on the stand next to the candles. Tonight, my sub will get to experience hot wax on her skin and the unexpected chill of ice. I cannot wait to see the expression on her face when I surprise her.
I stand beside my table and wait patiently. I notice Ashford standing nearby. His eyes are fixed on the door, and he looks as anxious as I am for the submissives to arrive.
I have come to associate the unique sound of heels clicking down the hallway with pleasurable anticipation.
I watch as the new collection of submissives enters the room, but then I catch my breath when I see a woman who looks eerily like my mother. The sight of her sends chills running down my back.
I glance away to reign in my composure. It takes me a moment, but I am able to push back the memories that threaten to rush in.
I don’t need this—not now.
Ashford gives me a strange look.
I shake my head and focus my attention on the submissive standing closest to me. She’s a petite redhead in pigtails wearing a short skirt and thigh-high socks. I notice her stealing covert glances at the bondage tables.
Master Nosh is aware of it, too. “Honey.”
She immediately turns her attention to the floor. “Yes, Master Nosh?”
“I will see you immediately following the practicum.”
The girl sounds heartbroken when she answers. “Yes, Master Nosh. I’m sorry.”
“We will talk about it later.”
She bows her head respectfully.
Addressing all of the submissives, the Head Trainer commands, “Join your Dominant for the evening.”
The group of submissives bows to the panel of trainers before turning to us. My heart starts to beat wildly as the woman who resembles my mother heads toward me. I never mentioned anything about her or her appearance in my application, but I now know it is an absolute hard limit for me.
I let out an internal sigh of relief when she walks over to Ashford.
“Good evening, Sir Davis.”
I look down to see the redhead smiling up at me. She immediately bows at my feet. “I am honored to serve you tonight.”
With gratitude, I place my hand on her head. “Stand and serve me.”
I am mesmerized by the girl’s bright green eyes. She immediately lowers them, blushing. “Forgive me, Sir Davis. I have a curious nature and it gets me in trouble sometimes.”
“How so?” I ask, amused.
“I have to look at everything. The moment I walked into this room, I wanted to take it all in. And I couldn’t resist looking into my new master’s eyes even though you had not given me permission.”
I know it is standard for the submissives at the Center to keep their eyes lowered in class situations such as this, but it is not something I personally care about. Lifting her chin, I tell her, “The protocol for our scene is that you should keep your eyes on me the entire time.”
She nods enthusiastically.
I add with a smirk, “And, whenever you come, you are to say, ‘Thank you, Sir.’”
She grins. “It would be my pleasure, Sir Davis.”
I graze her freckled cheek with my thumb. “You will call me Sir tonight.”
She bats her eyes when she answers, “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be using candles that burn at a low temperature tonight, but if you get uncomfortable at any point, use the word ‘yellow,’ and if you want me to stop, call out ‘red.’”
