"Good," She smiles slinking in behind me to place her cool hands on my shoulders. "The first thing I want you to really focus on is your posture." Ms. Buchanan says while smoothing the tension in my muscles. When they go pliant and loose, she drags her hands down, down, down until they are resting on my hips. She then presses one of her legs between the small spacing of my own and slowly pushes my feet away.
"You want to be seen as a pillar of power, a sturdy frame that won't collapse or crumble to ruins. A strong enough presence that'll command respect and complete submission," She says, confidence oozing from every fiber of her body swamping the room and clogging the ears. "Your outer apparel will provide you your armor a protective barrier, but you should never hide behind it. If your presence is confident and lethal, beautiful to the eyes, then that is what you need to be inside. And getting that is never easy, but it is also not impossible." Something washes over me then pooling at the base of my spine, coiling in the pit of my stomach. Cooling my flesh and then lighting it a flame. Burning ever so hot, hot like the sun.
"You feel it?" She asks pressing her hand above my navel. I squirm under the solid pressure feeling sweat beading on my brow.
"I- I don't know, I'm hot and there's this pressure in fact, you're pressing on it right now." Ms. Buchanan smiles something that actually looks one-hundred percent genuine, and then she slides her hand away nodding towards me, snapping towards Will.
"That's it, the introduction to your aura, your presence," She flicks her hair over her shoulder revealing the strong column of her neck. Her arms cross tight over her chest. "There's this popular game that circulates around middle schools and high schools. Usually, kids will press their auras to one another and whoever "buckles" first loses. It's all...childish and quite vague, but it does serve its purpose for experiential growth. Your opponent will be Will, seeing as you both are S ranks this will provide an adequate challenge for you both, yes?" Well technically I'm SS and I don't possess any visible Sub alleles in my genes, but other than that I guess its fair game? Actually, this is far from being fair.
"Are you ready?" She asks me. Her hand slowly pushes through the tresses of Will's hair, and he grumbles pushing into the caress as well as shaking it away. What if I end up doing something crazy and my cover is blown? I wonder what Ms. Buchanan will do, how she'll act. I clench my palms until I feel my nails digging into the meat, after a short count I slowly release the tension and a bone-deep ache lingers in my fingers.
"I think so, but I'm not too sure." I reply. She just smiles.
"And how about you William, are you ready my dear?" He shrugs pursing his lips as he steels his body, readying for the attack. What if I drop him so far, he passes out? Jesus no Ama'Rose you've dropped someone before stop being dramatic. But that was before I was even using my presence, my aura! Oh shit, you're right. I can't do this, I can't. What if I kill him by accident?
Well obviously I'm being a little dramatic but come on. SS, there's hardly any documentary on them. Let alone any information about their scenes and partners. Yeah they're the universal rank, but that's just vague. What if we're universal but at a consequence. A deadly, dire, consequence. God, I'll have to move to the mountains, cut myself off from civilization!
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, sadly I'm already on the floor so I'm not too sure how much satisfaction is to be gained. Maybe I should stand?" He offers crooked smile pulling at his tan skin. I snap my head towards him and catch the greenish blue tint of his eyes, pupils constricted tight and so small there's barely any black left.
"No, William. I fear if I let you up, you'll damage something from the fall. You do know how dangerous school games get, plus your place at the moment is the floor. You'll stay there love. Now I'm going to count down from three ready yourselves." She wastes no time in counting down, all the numbers rolling through the air. French, they're all in French. I am having some major second thoughts but surely, I can't just chicken out now. That would raise too much suspicion.
And then the whole idea leaves my head when Un falls from her lips. And the feel of an unbearable pressure pushes on my chest filling the space of my head. It is Will violating me mentally, intimately. And I don't like it one bit.
"Miss Ama'Rose, do not fight your biology, relax let it guide you," The warmth skirts out and Mistress Buchanan hums in praise. "That's it, let it go." It happens, happens quick and effortlessly. Almost scary. Will's presence is gone compacted away from my body and squashed back into his own. He goes taunt eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bites viciously onto his bottom lip, whining in desperation. He's already on the ground, on his knees, but something maybe a switch, forces him lower. Will's chest presses to the wood of the floor, nails raking down leaving light engravings. He grinds his pelvis into the wood whilst crying out.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, stop, stop," I look down at him withering on the floor and I feel powerful. More powerful than I've ever felt in my entire life. I take a small step forward and then another more confident one until I'm right in front of the man. He wastes no time in gripping onto my feet pressing the dampness of his forehead to the curve of my foot. His breath ghosting over the skin in warm puffs. "Please, please, I'll be so good, mmh." And oh my god. He is actually crying. Showing me his weakest most vulnerable demeanor, trusting me to...take care of him? Of his needs?
"Reel it in Ama'Rose." But... I don't want to. I want to leave the mark of my presence deep in his skin. Have him opened, frayed for all to bear witness of the man I broke and rebuilt. Have him worship me and in turn, I'll spare my attention, the softness of my caress, breathless promises. A seat at my feet.
"Mistress, please." He calls to me. Enchanting and tantalizing. I almost give in, but Ms. Buchanan lays a heavy hand on my shoulder grounding me back to my solid body. Pushing the haze from my mind clearing my vision. I give my head a firm shake and twist my leg away from the man. My presence reels away from him and tingles underneath my skin leaving small goosebumps and raised hairs. Will seems to freeze breathing slow as he gazes blankly at the floor, confused obviously, and looking blissed out of his mind. Mistress Buchanan chuckles and nods.
"Yes, marvelous now, praise him," She says stroking the skin of her arms, prowling the area. "Praise him and watch." Will still looks out of his mind, but I do what I am told and shower him in comfort and appraisal.
"You did good, so good. You were such a good boy for me absolutely perfect. So stunning." It comes easier then what I expected, and the praises are genuine and encouraging. Will closes his eyes murmuring quietly as a light tint of red dusts his cheeks. He buries his head in the crook of his arm and muffles the rest of the soft noises leaving his mouth.
"Dear William, I didn't expect you to go under so fast, my goodness miss Ama'Rose you're quite gifted," Will huffs and tries to pick himself from the floor, but his limbs have gone all noodle like and they tremble before collapsing underneath his weight. Mistress Buchanan tuts and presses the bottom of her heel to the widespread of his back, pressing slowly until he slumps to the floor in defeat. "Relax my love." He closes his eyes sighing in deep through his nose. The woman leaves her shoe on his back until he's completely boneless on the floor, only then does she lift her foot.
"Now, back to you," She crosses the floor until she's standing in front of the dark mahogany wood of the desk. She rounds it to take a seat in the chair gracefully and poise. She reaches underneath to retrieve a long rectangular box. Ms. Buchanan stands skirting the desk until she's back in front of me. "For you, a welcoming gift." I take the box feeling the weight of it, gently shaking it only to hear a soft rattling. I stop in fear of breaking the gift.
"Now remember how you felt today, the power, the control. You do not bow to anyone, you make people bow to you. You're a strong Dom and I know for a fact you'll be one of the greatest." She touches my cheek smiling soft as she traces the line of my jaw. She hooks her fingers underneath my chin and tilts my head up until I'm staring at an elevation.
"Head up," She presses my shoulders back smoothing her hand down my spine until it goes straight, ramrod. Pushes my stomach in and circles. She nods eyes sparkling. "Narrow your eyes a bit." I comply and at that, she outright laughs clapping her hands joyously.
"Look dear William, does she or does she not look like a prime example of a dominatrix. Beautiful and awfully powerful?" He groans tilting his head until his blow pupils lock onto my posture, and then his pupils dilate even more.
"God, she does," He agrees nodding into the small puddle of dampness on the floor. He cringes away or tries to. "Yikes, I didn't expect to be feeling all high and airy from a newbie and especially not from... an untaught one." Mistress Buchanan waves him off and pushes me to the door with my box tucked under my arms.
"Now, head on back to your teacher I'm sure Noma is waiting in anticipation. Remember our lesson today, I'll assure you it'll guide on your new journey," She looks back at Will and blinks slow. "I'll take care of him this time, now run along dear. I'm sure there are other inhabitants you have not met yet?" I nod and with one last look Mistress Buchanan shuts the door, the soft click reverberates in my head forcing me to move from my spot.
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So, I walk. Where too? I don't know. But the walls seem somewhat familiar and surely the halls won't run on forever. Right? I round a corner and then I'm back by the pillow pit, filled with blankets and warm looking pillows. The large flat screen is currently playing 'The Fifth Element' a classic that I grew up watching, a favorite. I creep towards the pit with my box still tucked under my arms and the remnants of the earlier incident.
"Hey—" I look down and there's...Christian, I believe that's his name. He scoots over making an empty space in the pit. "Wanna watch with me?" I place the box on the ground and unstrap my heels until my bare feet are on the coolness of the tiles. Then I slip in feeling the soft plush comforter caress my bottom, the blankets warming my toes. Christian scoots in closer tossing the blanket over our bodies and curls in tight sighing deep through his nose.
"This is my favorite movie." I whisper shuffling deeper into the pit of warmth and security. I can feel his hair tickling my neck, but I don't move nor comment about it. He blinks up at the screen getting lost in the film and then nods slow.
"Mine too." He whispers back. And I find it oddly humorous that we're whispering. I laugh quietly and then after a few seconds Christian joins in.
"Got any other favorites?" I ask. He lets out a quiet yeah and then proceeds to list them.
"Maybe we can watch a few of them after?" He offers. I tuck in closer nodding to his proposition.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." He cracks a small smile and cuddles deeper into the layers of blankets.
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Sorry for not publishing last week but like it was kinda wild. Anyway school is out for the summer 🏃🏾♂️🏃🏾♂️🏃🏾♂️ so theres that, and like this story is getting more recognition then what I was expecting but hey a sis isnt complaining. I love the love so dont be shy to comment thoughts and dont forget to like. But like if you dont like I'm not even going to hold you cause sometimes I dont like stories either 👩🏾🦲
Sorry again and be prepared for some crazy ssssshhh to start happening in this story #nospoilers
At first I didnt even know where I was going with this story but now, BUT NOW. It's a wrap. Ok yall I'm done and heres ch 11.