Blackwell Boarding School

Chapter 2: Moving In

Morning light streamed in through my window, casting its golden rays upon my bed spread. I opened my eyes groggily, taking a few seconds to stretch. Upon doing this, the events of last night came back to me. Today, my parents were sending me away. Today, I would be moving out and my life would change forever. Instead of just being Annabelle, I would now be an A level dominatrix. Fear for the unknown settled in the pit of my stomach, leaving me nauseous.
Pulling off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pour down my back. Wetting my hair, I poured a generous amount of shampoo.
Drifting back into my thoughts, I considered what my parents had told me last night. I wouldn't be bringing any clothes with me, everything was provided, meaning I was leaving my entire life behind. Apart from holidays, I wouldn't see my family. I would have a life of my own now. The issue was, I wasn't sure if I was ready for this.
Turning the tap on the shower, the water stopped, leaving me in the cold.  Wrapping a gray fluffy towel around myself, I pulled the shower curtain open, stepping out onto the fuzzy red rug on the floor.
After getting dressed into a nice and proper dress that accentuated my curves, I slid my shoes on, and grabbed my bag packed with some photos, my phone, charger, headphones, some underwear, and pajamas. I would be wearing a uniform at the school. Walking down the wooden stairs, I reached the dining room where my parents were waiting for me.
I must've been running late because there was a man inside the house that I did not know. In a nice looking grey suit with a gray blue shirt underneath, a man with black hair smiled warmly at me.
"Ah Miss Trenton, I see you are ready to leave?" He asked questioning. I only reply with a nod, too nervous to speak. "Very well then, take all the time you need to say your goodbyes, I will be waiting in the car." With that, he left, walking out the front door and presumably to the car. Turning to my parents, with a sad smile, I hugged them both, promising to call them when I had the chance.
   With a final solemn look at my house, I walked out into the brisk autumn air, walking to the waiting black car. When I reached the sleek black Range Rover, I climbed into the back seat, buckling up and getting situated. Without a moments notice, the man, who introduced himself as Mr. Harlow, was a staff member of the school.
    We drove for a few hours, remaining in awkward silence for most of the trip. When we finally pulled up in front of the school's wrought iron gates, my nerves were at their peak. Slowly, Mr. Harlow approached the school, dropping me off front and instructing me to walk into the front door where I would be greeted by the headmaster, Ms. Stannard. I felt awkward approaching the massive mansion like school, but did so, lugging my bags along with me.
    Opening the giant oak wood doors by their brass handles, I stepped into a plushly carpeted corridor. The red carpet made no sound underneath my sensible black ballet shoes. After a moment, a stern looking woman came out of presumably an office. Upon seeing me, a sharp smile spread smoothly across her face. Her icy short blonde pixie cut made the woman look stern and authoritative.
   As she approached, the woman warmly took my hand, welcoming me to the school.
"Welcome Miss Trenton, I am headmaster Isla Stannard, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you. Shall we walk?" She ended her sentence with a question, though I was pretty sure I didn't have a choice whether or not to follow her. She began walking, her black stiletto heels leaving imprints in the carpet. The woman wore a black pantsuit that appeared crisp and ironed.
    Following after the quick footsteps of the headmaster, we quickly approached the end of the entrance corridor, taking a left into a grand atrium. The upper hallway on the second floor was lined with numbered doors. These were most certainly the dorms. The atrium doubled as a cafeteria. Large wooden tables covered the floor space. The tables and kitchen area were surrounding a grand staircase used to reach the second floor.
"This is the cafeteria. Here we serve meals three times a day. You will find the meal times on the time table waiting for you in your room. The other wing of the building is the school. This wing is full of student living quarters, common spaces, and recreational activities." She led me up the stairs, searching for a room. After walking down several long hallways that looked identical to one another, apart from the erotic paintings that adorned the walls. After a few moments of silent walking, we approached a door. The headmaster handed me the keys for room 42, though gave me a final instruction before leaving me to get moved in. "Tonight we are having a mixer for new students. It is at 5 0'clock, one hour before dinner, you will be expected to be there on time. Tonight you will have to choose a sub to move in with you. Only the doms have been given rooms so far, as this is the first night for new students. After choosing your sub, they will be living with you and in effect will be yours to look after and discipline as necessary." She finishes, looking mostly uninterested, as if this wasn't the most crazy thing she had ever heard. I was going to have to choose a sub tonight? My anxiety spiked, for icing my breath to quicken.
"Thank you so much, I will see you later." I said dismissively, trying to get into my room and to be alone.
"Oh one more thing. You will have an outfit in your closet for you to wear to the mixer. Make sure to put it on, along with your type band. It will allow you to be properly matched up with a submissive of your type." She finished, allowing me to finally go into my room.
   Shutting the door behind me, I began to inspect the room. Upon entry, I appeared to be in an open floor plan combo kitchen and living room. Separating the kitchen from the living room was a granite counter topped breakfast nook, with dark wood and leather chairs on both sides. While the kitchen had hardwood floors, the living area was carpeted with thick dark grey and black shag carpet. A leather couch was placed in front of a flatscreen television. Walking down a hallway adjoining the living area, I discovered two empty bedrooms, one obviously larger than the other. Before taking the smaller bedroom, I realized that the larger of the two had clothes in it for me as well as my time table as well as the rule book. Setting my suitcase on the four poster queen bed, I began to analyze the room. In the center, pushed up against the far wall was the bed. The walls were a slate grey, with a warm blush colored bedspread and pillows. Both sides of the bed had nice birch nightstands. Along the right side of the wall was a walk in closet, filled with corsets, leather pants and shirts, as well as uniforms and a red maxi dress. This was obviously what I was to wear for the mixer. I stared at the dress, a slow blush creeping its way up my neck. I was supposed to wear this? It was so much more revealing than anything I had ever worn. It's low cut would expose plenty of cleavage. The thigh slit would show my legs off. The dress stared back at me intimidatingly. Along the opposite wall, a birch desk and vanity were placed, giving the room functionality. The apartment's bathroom was placed directly off of the kitchen.
    Considering I had just showered, I undressed, pulling on a silk black robe I found inside the closet. I then sat down, starting to do my makeup. By now it was already 4 o'clock and I needed to get ready for the mixer.