Blackwell Boarding School

First Day Of Classes

The next morning I woke up in the master bedroom. I stopped the alarm, threw the covers back, and got out of bed, grabbing my uniform and heading towards the bathroom. Exiting my room, I couldn't help but peer into Oliver's darkened bedroom exactly opposite mine. He was sound asleep still, his bedhead making him appear even cuter to me.
Turning away from the door, I headed towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. The shower was a bathtub shower combo, which in the long run would be perfect for Oliver in subspace.
I turned the metal tap, waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in. I quickly washed my hair and body before shaving and washing my body again. Now that I was living with a guy full time I wanted to make sure to stay shaved.
After I was done with my shower, I wrapped my hair up in a towel and pulling on the black A dom uniform. The skirt was mid-thigh length and black, while the black suit jacket fit nicely with the white button-up and red tie. Stepping out of the bathroom, I headed back to my room to do my hair, though I stopped in Oliver's doorway to see if he was up.
Oliver remained asleep, though it was time that he should get up. I crossed the white room to his bed, gently touching his shoulder before speaking.
"Oliver, honey, it's time to wake up," I roused him, though he just groaned at me before he fully woke up. When his eyes fully did open and he realized that it was me waking him up he smiled brightly, his eyes creasing at the edges as he greeted me with a "Good morning." I smiled at him in response, petting his head before leaving the room so that he could get ready and I could finish my morning routine.
By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his black suit jacket with a white button-up and a blue tie, I was finished with my makeup and was ready to leave. I had used a slight red tint on my lips that fit nicely with my tie. For shoes, I grabbed a pair of red ballet flats that were waiting for me in my wardrobe, slipping them on before grabbing my school bag and going into the hall in search of Oliver.
    He was waiting for me in the living room area, lounging patiently on the couch.
"Sit up or you'll wrinkle your suit," I said sternly, easily falling into a somewhat motherly role with him. He only rolled his eyes, standing up and stepping towards a chair adjacent to the couch that he had placed his brown backpack on.
"Are you ready?" I asked. It was time to go to breakfast in the atrium. Afterward, we'd have our first class, partner dynamics 101. Just thinking about our first class made me anxious. What if we repeated last night? Even worse, what if we lost control again? In front of everyone? The thoughts swirled around my head.
    I was only dragged out of my anxiety-fueled spinning thoughts by a firm hand placed on my forearm. "Belle? You ok?" Oliver asked, obviously worried. "Yeah," I replied, "I'm fine, just nervous for class that's all." He smiled, promising it would be ok.  I chose to believe him, just because I didn't want to ruin our first morning together.
    Taking his hand, I led him out the door, stopping to lock it before continuing down the plush labyrinth-like hallways and to the atrium. Before we even rounded the corner to the balcony overlooking the cafeteria, we could hear the chitter-chatter emitting from the spacious room. Oliver's hands tethered me to the ground, ensuring I didn't get lost in my head, though I was close.
    We continued walking, rounding the final corner and coming face to face with an aerial view of all the students. We continued to hold hands as we walked down the stairs, though I'm sure it was more for my sake than for his. Oliver was used to the A-type lifestyle, the parties, the extravagance. I, however, was never going to be able to get used to all the stares that met us as we looked around, finding a table to sit down at and continued eating.
    At the far corner of the room, we spotted two empty seats directly next to each other. Seeing this as our chance, we quickened pace, asking politely for permission to have a seat before finally sitting down and breaking off all the eye contact that was being held onto us from the time we entered the room to the time we sat down. It was a relief, and with this newfound freedom, I was finally able to take a look at who we had sat down with. Telling from the ties, directly across from me sat a dom with wavy light brown hair and hazel eyes, catching that I was looking at him, he introduced himself as Max.
"Hi Max, I'm Belle, and this is my sub, Oliver," I said shyly though I was trying to come off as strong. I wasn't used to all of this yet. Max motioned to another girl who was also wearing a red tie, "This is Aliyah." The girl had dark curly hair and light brown eyes. She was the most imposing out of the group, just by looking at her you could tell she was a domme and a good one at that. She smiled warmly at me. Max then introduced his sub, a switch girl named Jordan. She had brunette hair and icy blue eyes. Her green tie made her stand out from the rest of the group, though she seemed wholly uninterested in the group anyways. Aliyah's sub, a girl named Cass, was very shy, though she was chipper and talkative. She sat next to Oliver, idly talking about how excited she was to start classes. All of them were second years, they were experienced. We were only first years, but they were so warm and welcoming.
"So first years how experienced are you?" Max smirked, unknowingly hitting our rough patch.
"I've had some lessons with a few dommes and subs so I know how to control my aura," Oliver started, partially covering for me, though he left a gaping hole in the maneuver.
"And you, Belle?" He smiled quizzically.
"Well I just got my results a few days ago, I thought I'd be a d-class sub so I've never had any training or anything especially not domme training," I said slowly, trying not to sound unsure of myself. Under the table, I gripped Oliver's hand, though not too tightly.
"Wow, that's a fast turnaround. I'm sure you're pretty overwhelmed, but I'm also sure you'll learn fast, Oliver here probably knows quite a bit, and if you need any help feel free to swing by my room any time, room 74, ok?" He was very nice to me, but why? Maybe he just felt bad for making me tell him about my total and complete inexperience. However, in any case, I would most definitely be taking him up on his offer.
"I'll definitely take you up on that," I smiled at him, thanking him for his generosity.

     After finishing breakfast, we cleared our plates, putting them away, and reconvening afterward to figure out where our first class was.  Looking at the new timetables that were given to us when we signed up as a pair, Oliver and I notice that our first class takes place in room b407.  Aliyah points us in the right direction, and we take off.  As we walk through the swarm of students, I notice that the different types are not differentiated from one another by clothing, though the power of auras can be felt emanating from certain students that pass us by, the A types. 
     We easily find the classroom, entering to be faced with rows of tables, each with two seats placed in front of them.  Only a few students were already here so we essentially had a good pick over the seats.  Sitting down at a table on the far side of the room towards the middle back, we were away from the teacher and the front row, but also away from the back row.  Oliver and I talked quietly as the rest of our fellow students filed into the classroom. 
    Eventually, as the last students trickled in, the instructor closed the door behind him, walking towards the middle of the very front of the room.  The long-haired man wore a button-up with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows along with a pair of black slacks.  His honey-colored hair was pulled back into a half up half down hairstyle with a sort of knotted ponytail at the back.
"Good morning class, I am your instructor for this introductory course on Dom and Sub relationships. You guys can call me Mr. Abelmann. This semester we will be covering auras, the nature of dominant and submissive relationships, and the general rules you should follow. Feel free to ask any questions as we go along." He began the class, smiling and making us feel warm and welcome. "The first thing we will be covering is auras. This is a very important part of dom and sub relationships, as the powers you hold over one another create a dynamic between the both of you." Starting off, first years weren't allowed to form polyamorous bonds. That rite was reserved for second years and up, to ensure that everyone in the relationship was treated in a respectful manner and everyone knew the rules in full. That meant that every first year was in a duo type pairing, and so all doms, at least for now, had a single sub to care for.
"Doms stand up and face your subs." We were beginning the lesson. Hesitantly, I stood up, facing Oliver, whose face was wracked with nerves. "Good, now summon the feeling in you of needing to protect, or even dominate your sub, this will help you coax your aura out." Taking a deep breath, I tried to summon the same feelings I had last night, the desperate need to be on top of the small boy in front of me. While I could imagine the suffocating feeling, I could not replicate it due to the absence of Oliver's aura. Instead, I had to make due with the feelings I had towards him.
After a few moments of trying to no avail, I eventually summoned up enough of a demeanor of dominance over the boy that I was able to slip into dom space, and call forth my aura. Spilling out into the edges of reality, though it could not be seen, I directed the aura towards Oliver, forcing him to feel dominated and vulnerable. As my presence hit him, his own aura rose up, submitting to mine in full.
Gaining control, I increased the pressure of my dominance over Oliver, making him submit further. By this point, he barred his neck to me, leaving it open for me to to whatever I pleased. The small boy also began to quietly whimper, needing contact. Upon seeing these telltale signs of submission, I petted Oliver's hair, trying to get him to surface from headspace a little bit.
"Good class, now that you've exhibited your aura over your sub, and hopefully put them into sub space, we can hopefully get into today's main lesson, aftercare."
Oliver's whines were audible and he needed to be taken care of. I tried snapping him out of it by gently whispering his name, but it did not seem to work and the boy continued whimpering. After a second or so, the whining got louder and it evolved into Oliver full on bursting into tears. I was at a complete loss of how to fix it, I had no idea what to do. Luckily Mr. Abelmann noticed, coming towards our table hastily and instructing me on what to do to help Oliver.
"The first step is to initiate skin to skin contact. Due to his bad reaction, I'd probably pull him into your lap because he is experiencing sub drop, and as his mistress, it is your job to comfort him." Without hesitation, I nod at Mr. Ablemann, wrapping my arms around Oliver's waist and maneuvering my chair so that I can sit at the table with the lanky boy in my lap. As soon as Oliver is situated, his crying stops, diminishing to the occasional sniffle.
"Thank you for your help." I thank the instructor, rubbing Oliver's back with my hand as he continues the lesson on aftercare, using the case with Oliver as an example of what to do.