While sitting in my trigonometry class, I noticed Michael staring at me from time to time. I would've just blamed it on coincidence, but whenever our eyes connected, he'd wink at me.
The constant stares became uncomfortable, but it was the middle of class, and I couldn't just get up and leave.
By the end of the class, it was time for me to leave school and go to my submissive class. I was packing up my trig notebooks and notes when Michael approached my desk.
"Long time no talk," Michael chimed.
"I can't talk right now, I have to go." I stated, not sparing him a glance.
"Where do you go everyday after class?" He asked.
"That's none of your business."
"Why so guarded about it? You wouldn'nt have something to hide, would you?" Michael teased.
"No, I wouldn't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go," I stated, slinging my bag over my shoulder and leaving the classroom.
To my dismay, Miachael followed me out. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean to make you runaway. I just wanted to talk."
"Well, I don't want to be late, so goodbye." I ignored his advances.
Miachael stopped walking after me and stood in the center of the hallway. I left him stranded as I went into the office to sign myself out. When I exited the office, Michael was nowhere to be seen. Thank God he gave up.
That boy was trying so hard for something he couldn't have. I know he thinks he'd be a good lay, but did he honestly think I'd be easy to bed? For Christ sakes, he knows I'm in a relationship.
I wish he'd move on. Oh wait, he can't move on, because he prides himself on being a straight guy, when truly, he's not. I doubt he'd go after anyone but me, since he wouldn't tell anyone else that he was gay.
For my submissive training class today, Sam taught us about something called aftercare. Aparantly dominants are supposed to do some form of aftercare for their submissive after a scene and even normal sex.
I thought that once the sex stuff was done, both partners would clean up after themselves. After talking about aftercare, Sam talked to us about dominants and their behaviors and training. The club offers this same kind of class, but for dominants.
The thought of young Corbin attending some kind of dominant training class made me smile. It was hard to imagine that at one point, Corbin was the one being trained, or making mistakes. It's like thinking of a different person.
I learned that dominants need to be trained for different kinds of plays, depending on what they are. I didn't know that you needed to be trained for spanking or anything, I mean, how hard could it be? It's quite literally just hitting someone.
The aftercare information didn't take too terriby long, so for the last hour of the class, Sam would go over anything that anyone asked him. I really liked how open Sam was to questions, even when they were personal.
I found out that Sam had previously had relations with Erick, which was a shock to me. From what I know of Erick, he's more of a loner. I've ever seen him with somebody, and he doesn't have a submissive.
I had started questioning whether Erick was actually apart of the lilfestyle or not. He's so calm and kind, unlike how I pictured dominants to act.
Both Erick and Sam were laid back people. I had a nice contrast of friends in the lifestyle. There was Ryan, who's crazy, and Sam, who's calm and collected. I don't really count Erick or Dylan in my friends list since I don't know either of them very well, if at all.
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RomanceThe story of a boy, a man, and a lie. Leo, an 18 year old high school senior overwhelmed by the pressures of work and school, finds himself desperately seeking an escape. His search leads him to an exclusive BDSM nightclub, a world he's never thoug...