Page 25 of A Master's Destiny
She looks directly at me when she adds, “Being a successful Dominant is not about being perfect, it’s about being honest with yourself and knowing your limits.”
Her statement challenges me.
I’ve always embraced my high standards regarding everything I do. In fact, I consider it one of my greatest strengths. It motivated me to succeed against all odds when I was a young boy. Without it, I don’t know if I would have been able to survive the fallout of my father’s suicide.
For me, perfection is the goal. Anything less is failure.
Unlike the weekday classes, Saturday is structured differently. Instead of a formal class with Alana, it begins with an extended practicum involving all of the experts we have worked with during the week. This allows each of us to seek out additional one-on-one instruction in the areas that interest us the most.
I appreciate that the Dominant Training curriculum’s main focus is to introduce us to as many different techniques and tools as possible, but that it still allows each person the chance to further their skills in particular areas.
There’s only one problem—I can’t choose only one. I want to be an expert in them all!
So, I move from expert to expert during the extended practicum, seeking to pick up on the most important techniques for them all. Naturally, that does not go unnoticed by the trainers.
Laird walks up while I’m watching Kat practice swinging a vampire paddle under Madame Dubois’s watchful eye. The esteemed Domme traveled from France for the week specifically to work with us because she believes so strongly in the program.
Laird throws his arm around my shoulder and says in amusement, “Watching you is like watching a honey bee going from flower to flower.”
I chuckle self-consciously as I look at the five experts scattered throughout the large, dungeon-style classroom. “To be honest, I don’t want to miss any of this.”
“I can appreciate that. The talent represented here tonight is remarkable.”
“It is,” I state wholeheartedly. “But I suppose you’re here to encourage me to focus on only one?”
He slaps me on the back. “Not at all, Mr. Davis. I admire your tenacity. Feel free to soak in as much as you can.”
I do exactly that, peppering each talented Dominant with every question I can think of. By the end of the session, my mind is buzzing with the knowledge I have gained.
And, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, they surprise us by ending the evening with a formal demonstration of wax play by an expert in the art, Domina Avery.
Until her instruction, I thought of wax candles as purely sensation play. However, Domina Avery opens my eyes to the beauty of wax through the artistic way she uses the colors to create stunning works of art by using the human body as a canvas. She even shares the edgier side of wax play by utilizing a knife while removing the wax.
It takes the seemingly gentle sensation play to a completely new level.
Our evening ends with the six of us pairing up to practice on one another. Kat finally gives in to Ravenson’s request to choose him as a partner but checks in with me first.
“Are you okay with me switching partners?”
“Of course,” I assure her, adding with a smirk, “I’m looking forward to coating Ashford Ashford in wax.”
I find it humorous that the moment Ashford hears that Ravenson is dropping him as a partner, he immediately pairs up with Lofton. Which only leaves me with Slater…
Surfer Boy shakes his head violently. “No way in hell am I working with you!”
“I feel the same,” I answer, shrugging. “And, yet, here we are.”
Vendari Steele walks up to both of us. “Is there a problem, gentlemen?”
“I cannot work with this man!” Slater states.
“Are you unable or unwilling?
“I flat out refuse,” he answers, glowering at me.
“This is part of the curriculum, Mr. Slater,” Vendari Steele replies. “Unless you are unable to perform the assignment, you are expected to participate.”
“And, if I don’t?” Slater challenges the trainer.
