The Power Academy

Chapter 5- First Day of Classes

Kayla's PoV: 

I woke up feeling a sharp pain in my neck, sleeping on the floor can do that to a person. Last night with "master" was one of the more challenging nights I have faced in a while. When he got out of the shower, I was still trying to unpack the mess he had in his suitcase, which made him very angry. To make up for my wrongdoing, he had me organize everything, and then clean the bathroom with a toothbrush. I finished around four in the morning, and rather than getting to rest well in the bed, he decided to use this as a "teaching moment" as he called it and made me sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

"Good morning pet. Now, I hoped you learned your lesson because we have a big day ahead of us. Go shower and when you come out there will be an outfit to wear today on the bed. I expect you to wear that, and only that today. I will meet you down in the cafeteria for breakfast," Greg said as I looked towards the bed where he slept. He got up and disappeared into the walk-in closet. I didn't want last night to repeat itself, so I quickly made my way into the shower. The water heated up nicely, so it only took about 20 minutes for me to be fully out and looking fairly presentable with my hair and face. 

The outfit that Greg left me is so ridiculous that to call it an outfit would be a joke. I pray to God that this is something similar to what the other dominants are making their submissives wear, because this is going to be completely humiliating. I tried to distance myself from the embarrassing thoughts running though my head as I quickly put on this revealing uniform. It was nothing more than a push up bra disguised as a white shirt, the shortest skirt I have ever seen, fishnet stockings and black heels. I've seen these online and know that this is something people are into, but I didn't know that I would have to wear something like this. 

I looked back at the mirror to make sure I looked my best, and headed downstairs to meet Greg. Breakfast smells delicious as I walked into the dining room. Breakfast plates were piled high with eggs, pancakes, and fruits, this place must put a lot of the tuition money into their dining plan, because this was beautiful. Greg was sitting at a table completely by himself, not socializing with anyone else. On the table, there were two plates, one piled high with food that he was scarfing down, and another with a single banana. "Hello Master," I said as I sat down next to him. 

 Greg didn't look up from his food as he continued to stuff his face, "Good morning again. Breakfast is in front of you, eat up." Looking down at my plate confused, I began to peel my banana and eat it. Seeing as how it was just a banana, it didn't take very long to eat, and I grabbed my tray to head to get more food, "Where do you think you are going?" 

"To grab more food, Master. I am still hungry," I responded as he scoffed. 

"And I am your Master. You eat what I allow you to eat, this way I know you are eating healthily and maybe will become more fit," I put my tray down slowly defeated, I know that with this academy, they would side with the decisions of the dominant, so it isn't like I have a fighting chance of getting more food for breakfast. Greg and I sat in silence as he finished his food. The other pairings were having very sweet conversations, clearly their nights went better than mine did. 

Mrs. Carter walked into the dining room and the roar came to a quiet hush. The power she has even in her stature shocks me, she even instills a respect and submission in the dominants of the room, "Good morning. Now, I know I keep making these big announces and speeches, but I just wanted to welcome you all to your first official day at the Power Academy. You all should have been given your schedule at check-in, so refer to that as you make your way to your first classes," She walks away while people begin to clear their plates. I stand and place both mine and Greg's trays together and bring them together up to the conveyor belt that carries the dishes to the kitchen for cleaning.  When I return to the table, Greg has a beaming smile on his face and stands to meet me.