Page 39 of A Master's Destiny
Despite my interest in the subject, my thoughts start drifting to the practicum ahead and I inadvertently glance down at my tool bag and smile.
“Mr. Davis, is there something you would like to add?” Alana asks, calling me out on my inattentiveness.
Quick on my feet, I answer her with a question, “Is it possible to have too many protocols set in place?”
She appears pleased by the question and asks, “Clarify what you mean by that.”
“Can a Dom set so many protocols that instead of enhancing the connection with the submissive, the protocols actually detract from it?”
“That is something to keep in mind, certainly.”
Alana looks around the room. “As a Dominant, you must find a balance that works for you and your submissive. It may look different depending on the submissive or the situations you face. Always remain open to altering your protocol if the need arises. Failure to do so could prove detrimental.”
I nod, appreciating her wisdom.
When the bell rings, I’m the first to stand up. On my way out the door, Ashford inadvertently bumps into me, pushing me into Slater.
Slater immediately pushes me back, snarling, “What the hell? I thought we were done with this crap.”
I hold my hands up. “Look, it was unintentional. Ashford collided with me.”
Lofton, acting as Slater’s minion, inserts himself between us, looking as if he’s prepared to take a swing at me.
“What’s going on here, gentlemen?” Alana asks sternly as she steps out of the classroom.
I look around distractedly, suddenly realizing I’ve dropped my tool bag and can’t find it anywhere.
“I wasn’t doing a damn thing to him,” Slater growls in answer.
“Is that right, Mr. Davis?” Alana asks me.
I look her in the eye. “It’s nothing, Alana. Ashford bumped into me, and I bumped into Slater. That’s all that happened.”
Kat speaks up. “That’s exactly what I saw.”
I glance at Slater. “We’re good, right?”
He stares at me for a moment, then nods.
“Keep it that way,” Alana warns before glancing at her watch. “You don’t want to be late for the practicum.”
I’m grateful when Ashford hands me my tool bag. “Thanks.”
He grunts in response, then starts down the hallway with the rest of the group. Slater glances back at me with a scowl on his face. It seems as if he and I are back to square one.
I enter the new room set up for our practicum and am impressed with the different styles of binding tables. As always, the panel of trainers sits waiting for us.
“Good evening,” Master Nosh begins. “We trust you have taken the time to plan out a wax scene that will not only please your submissive but be entertaining for her as well. For this session, we want you to incorporate a protocol for the scene as well.”
I snort, challenged by the requirement. I know the protocol I choose to set needs to be something beneficial to both the Dominant and the submissive, but I don’t know with whom I’ll be scening or what her needs are. It makes it a difficult assignment.
“You may set up your scene while we wait for the submissives,” Laird tells us.
I start heading to a leather bondage table, but Slater beats me to it and gives me a smug look as he starts laying out his candles.
I then spot an intriguing red table with a cage built underneath. I consider it far better and quickly claim it. I set out my candles and the knife I have brought to remove the wax. I then ask permission to leave the room to get some ice.
Maestro Leo gives his approval.
