Page 6 of A Master's Destiny
“Before you leave, I have something for each of you,” she informs us.
I’m the first to walk up to her desk and am presented with a tool bag. It’s a long black bag made of leather with a golden emblem on it. Studying the emblem more closely, I read the Latin words,Regere,Honorare, andDominari—Guide, Honor, and Dominate—and realize I’m looking at the official crest of the Dominant Training Center.
“You are expected to bring your tool bag to class every day with the appropriate tools for each night’s practicum.”
With my official Dominant Training tool bag in hand, I leave the room ready to face my very first practicum.
The Challenge
As we head down the hallway, I glance at my six other classmates.
Slater, AKA Surfer Boy, struts down the hallway in the lead. I doubt he will make it far in this program due to his massive ego.
The bearded man Ravenson, who wasn’t afraid to ask questions in class, walks beside me.
Looking to the left of him I see Miss Reid, a young woman with dark hair and a gothic style. She looks to be lost in her own thoughts.
Bringing up our rear, Lofton whispers to one of the other students in front of me and smacks the guy’s shoulder numerous times, clearly excited about the spanking session ahead.
The last guy walks several paces behind our group. He is staring straight ahead with his arms crossed. He’s got a crew cut and glasses. The man’s solitary demeanor invites no interaction and that intrigues me. I wonder if he is a natural loner or if he is simply observing all of us in silence and is drawing his own conclusions.
When I enter the room, my eyes are instantly drawn to the long table where the four trainers are sitting. I know from my conversations with Marquis Gray that Master Nosh, who sits at the far left of the table, is the Head Trainer of this Dominant course. Due to his proud Cheyenne heritage and his extensive expertise as a Dom, he is a formidable presence in the room.
Beside him sits a bald man with a muscular physique. He stares at us like a drill sergeant evaluating his newest recruits.
Sitting next to him is a man who has brown hair and pale blue eyes. He has facial features that hint at a Spanish or Portuguese ancestry. He stares at us with a critical eye, and I already have the impression that I am lacking in some way.
But the last man sitting on the right is a striking contrast to the other three. He has a burly red beard and greets us with a relaxed smile as if he is meeting old friends.
We line up in front of the panel of trainers and wait in silence.
Master Nosh slowly stands to address us. “Tonight, we will see how well you utilize what Alana went over with you in class. To be clear, we are only interested in investing our valuable time in students who are not only willing but are also able to take direction.”
I notice Lofton stiffen beside me.
“As you’ve already learned, we are quick to eliminate anyone who fails to live up to the high standards of this institution.”
If anyone thought this class was going to be easy, Master Nosh just blew that notion clear out of the water. As I stand there, looking at the four distinguished trainers, I am humbled to have the opportunity to work with such talent.
The Head Trainer continues, “We looked over the applications you filled out, and we have selected submissives based on your answers.” He gestures to a row of spanking benches set near a mirrored wall on the other side of the room. “You will be playing out a spanking scene, but what that looks like is between you and your submissive.”
The sexual energy in the room amps up the minute we hear the sound of clicking heels coming down the hallway, announcing the arrival of our submissives.
I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Although I have scened at clubs before, I have never done so under the watchful eye of four experienced trainers.
I recall when my Russian friend Anton Durov shared that his father observed him the very first time he scened with a submissive. Hell, if he can survive that kind of pressure, I’m certain I can handle this.
I open my eyes and turn my head to watch as the submissives parade into the room with their eyes lowered. I note that there are six women and one man.
They line up before the panel and bow their heads to the trainers in respect.
When Master Nosh gives the command, they gracefully move to the person they’ve been assigned to scene with and bow at their feet.
I look down at a woman in pigtails with pink streaks in her hair. She’s wearing a rainbow tutu and has unnaturally long pink eyelashes and an abundance of eyeshadow and blush. I find it ironic since I mentioned on my application that I don’t care for overdone makeup.
Out of curiosity, I glance at the other submissives and notice a wide range of ages, body types, and distinctive fashions.
Looking back down at the submissive bowing at my feet, a sense of protectiveness suddenly hits me knowing that the trainers have placed her under my care.
