The Power Academy

Chapter 30- The Harness

A/n 

You guyssssssss the writer's block is gone!!!! I hope you like this chapter, and I promise some major plot twists are coming very soon!!!

Kayla's PoV:

As the rest of the dominants rush around trying to unroll ropes and chains, Master Whitehall gently leads me to his desk upfront. "Pick up whatever catches your eye, little one," I giggle at the nickname and look at all of the options displayed. A white lingerie set, pastel pink rope, and a sparkle ball gag stick out to me and I spin around holding the items. Master Whitehall chuckles at me proudly and shakes his head, "Why did I have a feeling you were going to choose those? Now, hurry along and go change into that little set and we will get started."

I nod and walk away with the lingerie in hand, jumping ever so slightly as Master Whitehall smacks my ass gently with the rope bundle I had chosen. I change in the bathroom and pause to stare at myself. Rather than feeling uncomfortable from being so exposed while I was with Greg, this soft lacy lingerie gives me a sense of modesty and sensuality. The corset bodice of the bralette makes me feel secure while still attractive. I undo the bun I had put my hair into and it falls down around my shoulders, framing my face. After I reapply some chapstick I quickly walk out of the bathroom and return to Master Whitehall. Everyone was too distracted in their own work to pay attention to me coming back into the room, but Master Whitehall was sitting patiently on the stool upfront. When he sees me, he stands up and gestures me forward.

"Good, now little one, sit down here on the stool, facing the front. I don't want anyone to see my work ahead of time and get any ideas," I smile and nod in response to his directives, cheerfully jumping onto the stool with my back turned to the class.

As Master Whitehall begins to work, I can't help but notice how skilled and gentle his hands work. With every smooth movement and caress of the rope against my skin, I feel more and more secure. "So, little one, how did you come to register for the academy?"

"I had done a lot of research, Master, but I wanted to experience it personally. Reading something and experiencing it are totally different, and I wanted the chance to see the reality of it." He nods at my response

"And your... experience, it hasn't scared you away?"

"No, Master, I know there is better out there, good people are in the community, and I can't judge it based on one bad seed."

"Little one, you don't have to call me Master every time, Sir will do just fine," as he says that he pulls a little tighter on a knot, making my breath hitch and my posture to be straighter. "Too tight?"

"No Sir."

"Good girl. Now, I know you probably have a lot of ideas up in that little head of yours. Tell me, what is something you are curious to try."

"Well... I don't know... I was always into sensory deprivation and such but...." I trail off and am caught in the memory of what happened to me, the rough knots, the vibrator, feeling as if I am reliving the moment. Panicking, I tried to move, but Master Whitehall had already successfully secured one of my wrists behind my back, and my breaths became much shorter. I am shaken out of the memory by Master Whitehall grabbing my chin gently but firmly and pulling my face to look at him.

"Little one, listen to me. You are safe. No one can hurt you, not while I have a say in the matter. Now focus on me and breathe. In, and out, just like that little one, keep going," everything stops while I stare into Master Whitehall's eyes. The flecks of hazel in his chocolate brown eyes glisten under the lights as his brows furrow. When he can tell that I have calmed down and regained control of my breathing, he steps away momentarily to grab a bottle of water out of his bag. Without even asking, he opens it and puts it to my lips, allowing me to bend and drink, but not allowing me the option to say no. When I drink about half of the bottle, he pulls it away and sets it down beside me.

"Good girl and I promise you, one day you will have a good sensory deprivation experience." He strokes my hair and reassures me, making sure I genuinely was okay to continue. As he worked I couldn't help but stare at his gentle muscles hidden away under the button-up shirt he was wearing. I've always thought he looked so scholarly for working at a BDSM academy.

I sat there for who knows how long as Master Whitehall added bit by bit to his work, the corners of his mouth twitching proudly into a little smirk everything a knot worked perfectly the first time. The safety I felt while being so exposed and helpless truly is a completely different experience to what I had originally with Greg, and each time I fidgeted or seemed nervous, Master Whitehall would make a cheesy Disney joke, or tell me about how Gemma is hardly staying still enough for Jasper to have three knots on her.

Eventually, we finish, and of course, we are the first ones done. So no one else could see his work, Master Whitehall wrapped me in a fuzzy blanket, keeping me nice and warm while the others finished, "Dominants, you have forty-five minutes left to finish your harness. When you are finished, take your submissives to the auditorium where three teachers will be judging each one and scoring them. The winners will get a special reward to be announced by the judges, and the rest of the submissives will remain in the harnesses until the end of the day unless safewords are used," I hear scrambling behind me as probably many dominants rush around trying to finish their pieces. "Kayla, if you would like to get up, we can be the first ones to head into the auditorium," I nodded at Master Whitehall, and he helped me balance myself as I stood up from the stool.

Huddled under my cozy blanket I follow behind him through the door as he holds it open for me. We walk together in calm silence, almost comforting as if Master Whitehall knows that I need a calm and safe environment to process this rather than being overwhelmed with sensory information. To help guide me, he rests his hand on the small of my back, and my breath ever so slightly hitches. We stop just as we approach the door and I turn to him confused, "You didn't think that I would forget this, little one, now did you?" he asks as he pulls out the sparkly ball gag from behind his back, "Now, after I put this on, I am going to hold onto one of your hands for the rest of the time it is in. If you ever need it out or feel unsafe, simply squeeze my hand, and I will get you out, understood, little one?" I nod and giggle, looking at how the gag glitters under the sunlight streaming through the window. I open my mouth for him to place the gag around me, and turn so he can secure it into place, "Good girl, you look beautiful. Now, let's get this fuzziness off of you and go wow these judges."

Master Whitehall gently removes the blanket from around my shoulders, and I shiver from my now exposed skin. The corners of his lips twitch once again and I can see a glint of... something in his eyes. I cannot tell what that emotion is, and I am quite curious to find out. As he promised, Master Whitehall gently but firmly grabs one of my secured hands and guides me into the auditorium. In there, Madam Carter, Miss Maggie, and Master Turner were sitting at the front chatting amongst themselves.

"Of course you were the first one to finish, Damien," Madam Carter says as they turn to face the both of us, "Now, Kayla, darling, come on up to the front alone so we can see the work of a... professional," she winks at Master Whitehall as I freeze in place after she said to come alone.

"With all due respect Belinda, where she goes, I go," Master Whitehall states as she looks at him with eyebrows raised.

"Well all right then, come forward the two of you," she concedes as Master Whitehall gently squeezes my hand and looks down at me, smiling at me to reassure me.

"Don't worry, little one, you are breathtaking."