Blackwell Boarding School

Chapter one: Placement test

The front door slammed loudly downstairs, alerting me to my mother's arrival. After a few seconds of silence, she called up to me.
"Annabelle! Come down here please. Your father and I would like to talk to you." This was her loudest voice, as she was a submissive and wasn't very partial to yelling, though in her eyes it was admissible in order to get my attention. Slowly standing up, I walked out of my bedroom, turning right and proceeding to carefully walk down the stairs towards the dining room, where all serious discussions were held.
    I had an inkling of an idea of what we'd be discussing, but decided to allow my parents to take the lead in the situation. This was one of my many submissive traits, as I believed I took after my mother.
   As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I walked through the kitchen and to the dining room where my parents sat at the table, hands folded in front of them. This was a sign of something serious. At the sight, I immediately tensed up, anxiety threatening to over power my calm demeanor.
"Your mother and I would like to talk to you about your placement test." My father began, taking the lead in the conversation. They both gestured for me to sit down before continuing.
   Upon sitting on the wooden chair, I stared up at my father, waiting for him to continue. "As you know, yesterday you turned eighteen. This means that today you will be tested, the representative from the testing committee will be here shortly. Beforehand, we just want to tell you that your mother and I love you no matter what the outcome is and we know you will be able to pursue a successful life." He finishes with a proud look cast in my direction. He left out the fact that all the women in my family were submissive, meaning that I, most likely would also be in that category. This would subject me to many roadblocks in the future as I would have a dominant assigned to me. In essence this wasn't really a problem, but in actuality, very few doms allowed their subs to work or even live normal lives, often keeping them like pets. My father was of the minority and allowed my mom to keep a job.
   Cutting us off from finishing our conversation, a curt knock sounded at the door, meaning only one thing, now was the time I would be tested.
    The test itself was pretty simple, the proctor would take a blood sample, meaning the test could not be swayed.
    My father opened the door, allowing a stout and short bald man to enter our living room. As is customary, my mother stood at my fathers side, waiting for any command given to her.
   The man had a square shaped face with a nose like a hawk. Upon his nose sat wire rimmed glasses. With him, he carried an air of impatience. Though he had not yet said a single word, I could tell he was ready to get this done and over with.
   Nervously, I stepped towards the man, giving him my left hand in order to have my finger pricked and my sample taken. He roughly grabbed my arm, drawing it towards a crisp white rectangular box that was slightly larger than his palm. On one of the longer sides, a port was embedded. This is where my finger would be pricked. I quickly placed the pad of my thumb on the port. With the push of a button, my finger was pricked, leaving a stinging but not particularly painful sensation. Within minutes, my results would be back and my life would be changed forever.
    The room stayed silent until the little machine in the man's hand beeped, signaling that my results were back. Without hesitation, the man flipped the panel of the device back, looking at my results. Before he opened his mouth, I took a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable. Closing my eyes, I waited for the man to begin speaking.  After enough time had passed that it became awkward, I opened my eyes, curiously peering at the man. His face was covered in shock, his mouth agape. After another few seconds, he began to speak, his voice filled with shock.
"You're You're an A-A level Dominatrix," he whispered in disbelief. An A level? I thought to myself. He must've gotten it wrong, I was supposed to be a submissive. A levels were extremely rare, as well as extremely dangerous. Once you were a B level or above, the doms, subs, and switches exuded something called an aura. This aura was capable of forcibly making those who ranked under them, as well as the subs and switches submit. While Dominant types held the ability to make someone submit, their submissive counter parts were able to be enthralled deeper in headspace as well as having an aura of their own. Though their aura only sought to incite the reaction of a dominant, meaning a submissive aura strong enough would push all the dominants in the room into their headspace. This would cause the dominants to be over possessive as well as bring out their dominating qualities. Switches possessed both auras, though each one was a little weaker than those who only possessed one.
      This couldn't be right, my parents were D level, possessing no aura at all. I was supposed to be normal, and now I would have to learn how to use my aura. Even worse, I thought, I would have a submissive.
    Before the shock wore off, the man was already gone, leaving me alone in this new and chaotic life.
   Breaking me away from my thoughts, my dad patted a rough hand on my shoulder, bringing me into a hug.
"I'm so proud of you!" He beamed before letting me go. "We already know where we'll be sending you. It's the top school in the country for A levels. There you'll learn to control your aura." He looked so happy, yet all I could feel was dread settling deep into the pit of my stomach. I would have to leave all of my friends, everything I knew. And for what? A stupid school? I would way rather stay here with my friends and go to a normal college.