"You know why you wear a collar?" She pulled my collar so I looked up at her. "To show that you're mine. You belong to me, not those bitches at school, but to me. And me only." Noella had let go of my collar, and grabbed the whip. ~~~ Zander is just a college student, 20 years old, and into the kinky life style, also a submissive. Noella is also a college student, but 21 years old, and a dominatrix. When these two bump into eachother one day, both are attracted and find themselves in eachother's arms.

Welcome to Ravenwood Institute. A school for Dominants and submissives to find their perfect partner and learn about the lifestyle. Damian Leigh is not so lucky, though. His lack of sight makes that none of the Dominants are interested in him. Until... #391 in Romance (18 July 2018) #30 in boyxboy (17 September 2018) #5 in lgbt (13 November 2018) #1 in institute (12 November 2019)

I was almost done. I laid across my roof, staring at the stars as I twirled the knife in my hand. I had left a note written for my parents to see when the got home from work in the morning. They needed to know none of this was my fault and that I loved them. I didn't want them to blame themselves. I called my friends, telling them I loved them as well and that in the time I had them as friends; were some of the best times I've had. As I was about to end it, my last sight to be the stars, she pulled in. WARNING THIS STORY HAS BDSM CONTENT AND THE BEGINNING COULD BE TRIGGERING.

"Position 9." Tap tap tap. My pumps are black. My hair is full of volume. My face is flawlessly pampered and my skin is clear of blemishes and dark spots. I am wearing a black leather corset and I'm rocking it like the bitch I am. In front of me lie the 7 most perfect beings a woman could ask for, all kneeling at my feet. I feel on top of the world. I feel power surging thorough my body. I love these moments.