Page 1 of A Master's Destiny
Power Exchange
(Beautiful Representation)
In the D/s dynamic, the Dominant’s title is capitalized and the submissive’s pet name isnot.
It speaks to the power exchange between them and is a meaningful representation of the relationship in writtenform.
First Day of Training
Is it possible to fail as a Dominant?
When I pull into the parking lot at the Training Center, I feel a prickling sensation crawl across my scalp as that thought takes over. My nerves suddenly kick in as I turn off my car and stare blankly at the brick building.
My fear surprises me. Unlike many of the trainees attending the class tonight, I’m not new to the world of BDSM.
No, a few years ago when I was in college, my Russian friend, Anton Durov, opened my eyes to the life he led in secret. His introduction exposed me to a whole new world.
Although I have been enjoying BDSM clubs for several years now, I’m a perfectionist at heart. So, when I learned about the Dominant Training Center, I was eager to apply.
I know I still have a lot to learn as a Dominant, and what better way to improve my skills than to do so under the watchful gaze of experienced experts well versed in a variety of tools and techniques?
The opportunity to be mentored by four highly respected Dominants will put me lightyears ahead of where I would be on my own, and it’s something I can’t pass up.
However, the course isn’t cheap, and it will require all of my free time outside of work if I am to succeed in the coming six weeks.
The instructors here have warned me that this course will test my strength and resolve as a Dominant, but I am ready to meet the challenge, which is why my current state of unease comes as a shock to me.
Rather than allow doubts to derail me, I force myself out of the car and straighten my suit jacket.
A pompous-looking guy with a golden tan and long blond hair gives me a condescending look as he strolls past. His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off his muscular chest. He looks as if he’s just come from the beach after a day of surfing. Glancing at my car, he sneers, “Nice wheels.”
I gaze affectionately at the old sedan my uncle gave me as a graduation gift after college. Although the silver car is covered in scratches and small dents from years of use, she has never failed to get me where I need to go. Unashamed of the car I’ve nicknamed Motivation, I give her a loving pat, and murmur, “Don’t listen to the prick.”
I look up and watch the guy head to the entrance, walking with a cocky swagger as if he owns the place.
Shaking my head, I chuckle to myself.I’d love to see where we are ten years from now…
I have big plans for my future.
Straightening the collar of my suit, I head toward the unassuming brick building that houses both a business college and the world-renowned Training Center on its lower level. No one passing by this college would ever suspect the kinky curriculum being taught inside its walls.
My nervousness starts to abate the moment I stop to open the entrance door for the young woman with strawberry blonde hair walking behind me.
She looks me up and down with a flirtatious smile and murmurs, “Nice suit,” as she passes by me.
I nod in response, intrigued by the spark of chemistry between us. I continue to watch her as she makes her way through the large foyer and heads to a hall lined with business classrooms. She turns her head and glances back at me coyly before disappearing into the crowd.
Glancing down at my watch, I head directly to the reception desk. Rachael, a staple of the Training Center, bows her head slightly as I approach. “Good evening, Mr. Davis.”
She knows me because I’ve come several times as an observer to watch classes at the Submissive Training Center at the invitation of Marquis Gray, who happens to be a trainer here.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Dunningham,” I reply casually, even though the nerves have started up again. This is the first time I’ve come as a student of the school, and it feels distinctly different.
Rachael responds with an engaging smile. “You’ll want to take the elevator down and go to the hallway to your right. You’ll find your classroom at the end of that hall.” Her smile widens when she adds, “Enjoy your first class, Mr. Davis.”
I nod in thanks and start toward the elevator. I’m here tonight because I was personally invited to join this session of the Dominant Training Class. I understand how fortunate I am, considering the waiting list for applicants is already a year out.
I remind myself of that as I step into the elevator. I feel more confident about the night ahead and am determined to meet whatever challenges the trainers throw at me. But, just as the doors begin to shut, I hear a familiar voice command, “Hold the doors.”
