Blackwell Boarding School

Part Three: Welcoming Mixer

     After doing my hair and makeup, I stepped into the red dress, zipping it up before turning to look at myself in the closet's full length mirror. The dress surprisingly fit me like a glove. I was braless,
my makeup and hair making me look like a true dominatrix. My long blonde hair was in curls around my breasts. Slipping on the black stilettos that were provided, I wobbled quite a bit, trying to gain my balance. It was already 4:45 and I only had a short amount of time to go before the mixer would start.
    Placing my phone in a black clutch that was also provided, I walked towards the door, making sure I had both my key and my type band. Slipping the nice black bracelet on my wrist, I turned the door handle, walking out into the dormitory hallway.
    I wondered who my sub would be. Would he be nice? Would I like him? What if he was mean? What if he didn't listen? A thousand questions swirled around my head as I walked down the nicely decorated hallway, retracing the steps that I had taken with the headmaster in order to get back to the cafeteria. After a minute, I joined a swarm of chattering students heading towards the atrium.
   Upon reaching the atrium, several students looked up to watch me walk down the stairs. They probably thought I was a sub, even though the colors the subs were wearing were obviously different. The submissive girls wore pink and blush colored dresses, while the doms wore mostly black and red. Slowly, I began to notice other colors of bracelets. Most of the bands were red, signifying that most of the people were indeed different than me. Though a few black bands were littered across the sea of red, we were greatly outnumbered. Walking to a table alone, I sat, drinking the provided champagne. Taking a seat, I was immediately approached by three girls. All of their bands were red and they wore the submissive colors.
"Hey!" They said cheerfully, inspecting me closely.
"Hi," I said shyly, happy to just be talking to someone.
"Are you a sub like us?" They asked, clearly thinking that there was no doubt I was submissive. Silently, I shook my head. Shock spread across their faces, their smiles waning.
"Now I get to ask you guys a question," I smiled brightly, trying desperately to hold onto this conversation. "What do the bands signify?" I asked, my eyebrows making a questioning look. The girls looked at me for a moment, finally a brunette replied.
"Black is for A types, red is for B types. Only the two highest types are allowed to go to school here." She finished with a proud smirk. I smiled back, beginning to introduce myself.
"Well I'm Belle, Belle Trenton, and you are?" I asked politely. The same brunette replied this time.
"I'm Ashley, this is Jen," she said motioning to a red head on her left, "and this is Mari," she said motioning to a honey blonde haired girl on her right. They smiled politely and said "Nice to meet you!" as they wandered away, leaving me yet again to my lonesome. Sipping at my champagne, I stood up, walking around the students. A large open space had been cleared out. This is where people were congregating and talking amongst themselves. Standing alone, I felt the urge to go on my phone but ultimately decided to try and seek out a sub. Walking through the crowd, I analyzed all of the guys, trying to find one wearing the soft blues of the submissive, then rooting out those who wore black bands on their wrists.
    After walking around for awhile, I approached a submissive with a black band that was sitting all alone at a table at the edge of the crowd. The boy stared out into the crowd, clearly spacing out.
   Taking initiative, I sat down next to the boy, scaring him, though he quickly recovered. He had a mop of curly black hair that was mussed, though I suspected that was the purpose of the way it was styled.
    Warmly, I smiled at the boy, who had forest green eyes and full lips.
"Hi I'm Belle Trenton." I smiled at him, initiating conversation.
"Hi Belle, I'm Oliver Wood." He whispered, eyeing me up and down. He timidly put his hand out, though his grip was firm. We shook our joined hands once, parting them easily.
"I just got my test results yesterday, this is so overwhelming," I  said blatantly, trying to strike up conversation.
"Wow that is a very short time, I've known for six months," he smiled, coming out of his shell.
"Lucky, I just got thrown into this, no room to prepare. I don't even know anyone." I huffed, trying to be funny. Oliver laugher, an infectious smile breaking out across his face.
"Same here, I don't even know who I'm going to choose as my Dom, you're the first person I've talked to." He grimaced, making a show out of putting his head in his hands. This caused me to smile, gently laughing with him.
"Don't worry, I'm having the same issue," I replied easily. I liked Oliver, he was cute and funny. I considered asking him outright to be my sub, just because I got along with him.
"Maybe you could be my Dom?" He asked through his hands that were covering his face. When he peered at me, I could see a clear blush had covered his dimples cheeks. The question astounded me, and I quickly replied.
"Yes! I'd like for you to be my sub." I jumped on the chance. I didn't want to be left alone. He smiled brightly, standing up and grabbing my hand. He pulled me towards the table where the headmaster as well as some staff members sat.
"Hi we need to sign up as a pair," I took charge of the situation, grabbing the paperwork for both Oliver and I. We began to fill it out, quickly turning it back in. I wondered if my decision was rash.
   Due to us choosing our partner so quickly, we were dismissed from the mixer early. Oliver's things would be delivered to our apartment before dinner. In the meantime, we headed back to my room.
  On the way back, we chatted and I learned more about Oliver. He liked to be strictly disciplined, but also needed physical affection. At hearing this, something deep inside told me I would enjoy living with Oliver. He was the perfect sub for me.