Page 11 of A Master's Destiny
“Mr. Davis, would you like to answer his question?” Vendari Steele asks.
I nod to the trainer before turning to answer Jones. “My submissive mentioned that she liked to be penetrated. When I asked her specifically if that’s what she wanted, she confirmed it with me.” I look at the four trainers, stating in my defense, “I had no idea we couldn’t.”
“No parameters were limiting your interaction,” Master Nosh assures me. “The only limitations were the ones set by the submissives themselves.”
Vendari Steele frowns, addressing the other students. “How many of you asked your submissive if they wanted to end the scene with intercourse?”
Shockingly, not one raises their hand, not even Miss Reid, who’d leaned against the spanking bench and ordered her male submissive to fuck her.
“Our experienced submissives understood the lesson we were teaching tonight and were well aware that many of you would fail to ask them,” Master Nosh informs us. “You can rest assured that if they had been unwilling, they would have called their safeword before penetration.”
But, before any of us can relax, Master Nosh warns us in a grave tone, “Moving forward, donotcount on safewords as your failsafe. There is no excuse as a Dominant for a lack of communication between you and your sub. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes,” we answer in unison.
Maestro Leo explains, “The submissives you will work with during this course have extensive training and deserve nothing but your utmost respect. We purposely chose partners tonight that would challenge the preconceived preferences you listed in your application. One of the main objectives of tonight’s practicum was to open your eyes to opportunities you may have been blind to before.”
I appreciate his point. I certainly wouldn’t have given lollipop a second glance if I were at a BDSM club because of her flamboyant makeup. And, yet, we had an exceedingly enjoyable scene together.
The Head Trainer turns back to me and continues his evaluation. “Mr. Davis, you were thorough in your questions before the scene, but you also listened to your submissive’s wishes and, because of that, you were able to enhance her experience tonight.”
“However,” Maestro Leo says, raising a finger, “I noticed that you were overly cautious while spanking her.”
“She’d mentioned that she had a low tolerance for pain,” I explain.
“I understand. However, you checked in far too often during your scene even though she repeatedly indicated that she was enjoying the level of impact. At what point do you trust her?”
“I didn’t want to make a mistake,” I answer defensively.
“This isn’t a paper exam to be filled out. You must trust your submissive as well as your instincts,” he remarks.
I nod, accepting his criticism, and realize Marquis Gray shared the same advice earlier this night.
Trust your instincts…
After the evaluations are over, the trainers instruct us to go to the commons area and enjoy a quick bite while we wait for our second practicum of the evening.
The seven of us enter the area in silence, still digesting the feedback we’ve received. Not interested in food, I sit down at a round table while the rest fill up small plates with savory appetizers.
Miss Reid is the first to walk over to my table and join me. “Not hungry?” she asks as she picks up a small sandwich from her plate.
“Too hyped to eat,” I admit.
She nods as she chews and waits until she swallows to hold out her hand to me. “I’m Kat, by the way.”
“Thane,” I answer, shaking her hand firmly.
She looks at her sandwich, shaking her head. “I wonder what the trainers have planned for us next.”
“No idea,” I chuckle.
Ravenson and the loner, Ashford, come over to join us.
“What are you two talking about?” Ravenson asks, taking a seat beside me.
“We were wondering what the trainers have up their sleeves for this next practicum,” Kat tells him.
Ravenson snorts. “I consider myself fortunate to have gotten out of that first one unscathed.”
