Sirs destiny, p.1
Sir's Destiny, page 1
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A Master’s Destiny:
An Unleashed Series Standalone
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Description
“Destiny is calling…”
I’ve known the love of a father, the betrayal of a mother, and the unbearable pain of loss.
I am unwilling to be hurt again, but I’m a man who enjoys exploring a woman’s desires to the fullest.
Fate has a way of unraveling your plans. For me it begins at the world-renowned Training Center…
My insatiable curiosity and talent for teaching draw the attention of the experienced trainers. What begins as a simple class to become a skilled Master will take me on a journey full of provocative twists and turns.
Destiny is calling me, but I must risk everything to answer the call.
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CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Description
Coming Next
About the Author
Newsletter
Join My Friends of Red Phoenix Group
Power Exchange
First Day of Training
Erotic Spanking
The Challenge
Lessons in Leadership
Electrify Me
Friends
Chastity
Perspective
Buddy
Three-way Tie
Honey
Compassion
Trust
Breathless
Suspicion
Treachery
Fiery Fun
Sparks
Ren Nosaka
Tainted Love
Power of Will
The Art of Flogging
Graduation Day
The Calling
Other Red Phoenix Books
Power Exchange
(Beautiful Representation)
In the D/s dynamic, the Dominant’s title is capitalized and the submissive’s pet name is not.
It speaks to the power exchange between them and is a meaningful representation of the relationship in written form.
First Day of Training
Is it possible to fail as a Dominant?
When I pull into the parking lot at the Training Center, I feel a prickling sensation crawl across my scalp as that thought takes over. My nerves suddenly kick in as I turn off my car and stare blankly at the brick building.
My fear surprises me. Unlike many of the trainees attending the class tonight, I’m not new to the world of BDSM.
No, a few years ago when I was in college, my Russian friend, Anton Durov, opened my eyes to the life he led in secret. His introduction exposed me to a whole new world.
Although I have been enjoying BDSM clubs for several years now, I’m a perfectionist at heart. So, when I learned about the Dominant Training Center, I was eager to apply.
I know I still have a lot to learn as a Dominant, and what better way to improve my skills than to do so under the watchful gaze of experienced experts well versed in a variety of tools and techniques?
The opportunity to be mentored by four highly respected Dominants will put me lightyears ahead of where I would be on my own, and it’s something I can’t pass up.
However, the course isn’t cheap, and it will require all of my free time outside of work if I am to succeed in the coming six weeks.
The instructors here have warned me that this course will test my strength and resolve as a Dominant, but I am ready to meet the challenge, which is why my current state of unease comes as a shock to me.
Rather than allow doubts to derail me, I force myself out of the car and straighten my suit jacket.
A pompous-looking guy with a golden tan and long blond hair gives me a condescending look as he strolls past. His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off his muscular chest. He looks as if he’s just come from the beach after a day of surfing. Glancing at my car, he sneers, “Nice wheels.”
I gaze affectionately at the old sedan my uncle gave me as a graduation gift after college. Although the silver car is covered in scratches and small dents from years of use, she has never failed to get me where I need to go. Unashamed of the car I’ve nicknamed Motivation, I give her a loving pat, and murmur, “Don’t listen to the prick.”
I look up and watch the guy head to the entrance, walking with a cocky swagger as if he owns the place.
Shaking my head, I chuckle to myself. I’d love to see where we are ten years from now…
I have big plans for my future.
Straightening the collar of my suit, I head toward the unassuming brick building that houses both a business college and the world-renowned Training Center on its lower level. No one passing by this college would ever suspect the kinky curriculum being taught inside its walls.
My nervousness starts to abate the moment I stop to open the entrance door for the young woman with strawberry blonde hair walking behind me.
She looks me up and down with a flirtatious smile and murmurs, “Nice suit,” as she passes by me.
I nod in response, intrigued by the spark of chemistry between us. I continue to watch her as she makes her way through the large foyer and heads to a hall lined with business classrooms. She turns her head and glances back at me coyly before disappearing into the crowd.
Glancing down at my watch, I head directly to the reception desk. Rachael, a staple of the Training Center, bows her head slightly as I approach. “Good evening, Mr. Davis.”
She knows me because I’ve come several times as an observer to watch classes at the Submissive Training Center at the invitation of Marquis Gray, who happens to be a trainer here.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Dunningham,” I reply casually, even though the nerves have started up again. This is the first time I’ve come as a student of the school, and it feels distinctly different.
Rachael responds with an engaging smile. “You’ll want to take the elevator down and go to the hallway to your right. You’ll find your classroom at the end of that hall.” Her smile widens when she adds, “Enjoy your first class, Mr. Davis.”
I nod in thanks and start toward the elevator. I’m here tonight because I was personally invited to join this session of the Dominant Training Class. I understand how fortunate I am, considering the waiting list for applicants is already a year out.
I remind myself of that as I step into the elevator. I feel more confident about the night ahead and am determined to meet whatever challenges the trainers throw at me. But, just as the doors begin to shut, I hear a familiar voice command, “Hold the doors.”
I immediately reach out to stop the elevator doors from closing and watch as Marquis Gray enters. He gazes at me with those dark, penetrating eyes before nodding curtly. “Sir Davis.”
I clear my throat, and respond in a formal tone, “Marquis Gray.”
The man is tall but has a thin build and unusually pale skin. Marquis Gray has a powerful aura that commands respect whether you personally know him or not.
He is well respected in the BDSM community for his talent and skill. However, he is best known for his uncanny ability to see straight into a person’s soul with those dark eyes. Besides being a pillar in the community, he is also one of the trainers at the exclusive Submissive Training Center.
Ever since it opened its doors a little over ten years ago, the Center has become world-renowned for its unique program and the exceptional quality of its submissives. To this day, the Center has continued to produce top-notch students.
It was due to the Submissive Training Center’s unprecedented success that they were recently able to launch the Dominant Training course. I owe Marquis Gray because he was the one who personally invited me to join this session.
I hope to prove his confidence in me is justified.
“Are you prepared for this evening?” Marquis asks, staring straight ahead as the elevator heads down.
“I believe so.”
He nods without turning his head, but I catch the slight smirk on his lips. I get the feeling Marquis Gray doesn’t think I am.
When he steps out of the elevator, I hear him say quietly, “Follow your instincts.”
Before I can respond, Marquis Gray takes an abrupt left and heads toward the Submissive wing of the building.
I scan the large commons area briefly and take a deep breath, mulling over his words. Then I turn in the opposite direction as Marquis Gray and head to the Dominant wing of the school.
My excitement builds with each step I take. I know this Dominant training course is going to change my life. I can feel it in my bones.
Walking into the classroom, I’m startled to see the same pompous guy who’d insulted my car in the parking lot. I take a seat on the opposite side of the classroom and glanc
I casually glance at the other students, curious about the people I’ll be working with for the next six weeks.
Besides the Surfer Boy, there are only five other men and two women. I happen to catch the eye of a woman sitting next to me. I feel her eyes studying me as if she’s making an assessment.
She looks older than I am, possibly in her thirties. Based on her facial features and the dark brown curls cascading down her back, I suspect she’s of Hawaiian descent. She’s so striking and elegant, that I wonder if she might be a model.
“Hey, sexy,” the man sitting on the other side of her pipes up. He has an overly polished look with his hair slicked back and several gold rings on his fingers.
The woman turns in her chair and stares at him but says nothing.
He leans in closer. “Are you a lesbo?”
I hear the disdain in her voice when she responds. “What did you just say?”
“I hear most Dommes are lesbians, but I don’t have a problem with that.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, telling her, “I bet it’s hot when you go down on another chick.”
I glare at him, offended by his words, and bark, “Apologize to her at once.”
The woman raises her hand to me. “Thank you, but I can handle this.”
I nod to her and bite back my anger, but my blood is boiling.
The guy looks at me smugly, then whispers to her, “Have you tried cock? I’d be happy to introduce you to mine. I’ve had no complaints…”
I grit my teeth, desperate to punch the man.
The woman lifts her chin higher as she faces forward and stares at the whiteboard in silence, a slight smile on her lips. When the bell finally rings for the class to begin, she stands up and walks up to the teacher’s desk.
I chuckle to myself, suddenly realizing who she is.
Turning to face the class, she begins, “I will be your instructor for the next six weeks. You shall address me by my last name, which is Alana.”
She scans the classroom, making eye contact with each student as she continues, “As a student of this course, you represent the Training Center at all times, whether you are in class or out in the vanilla world.”
Alana’s gaze lands on the insolent man, and he shifts uncomfortably in his chair. In a cool voice, she states, “Being a Dominant is about respect. Respect for yourself and for others. At the Center, we will not tolerate offensive or abusive behavior. If we hear of any of our students behaving in such a way, they will be immediately cut from the program.”
She picks a piece of paper off the table and briefly glances at it before reading off the name of the man who insulted her. “Mr. Walker…” She looks him straight in the eyes when she tells him, “You have been cut from the program.”
“You can’t do that!” he snarls, banging his fist on his desk. “I spent good money on this course.”
“Your money will be refunded. The Center has no interest in training you.”
“It was just harmless flirting.” He laughs, looking around at the other students for validation. “People do it all the time, right?”
“Mr. Walker, please leave.”
Walker refuses to budge from his chair, stating begrudgingly, “You made your point.”
“You don’t seem to understand. I’m not asking you to leave, I’m telling you.”
He stares at Alana in shock, but eventually, he gets up and starts walking to the door. Looking back at the other students in the room, he grumbles, “I can’t believe I’m getting kicked out of the program by a dyke.”
Alana picks up the phone at her desk. “Mrs. Dunningham, please see that Mr. Walker is escorted out of the building.”
After hanging up the receiver, she faces us again, her demeanor calm and authoritative. “I have found over the years that sitting in on the first day of class provides me with vital information.”
I notice several of the other students glancing at each other nervously, seemingly concerned by the impression they’ve unwittingly made with their instructor.
I chuckled to myself, wondering how many of them attempted to hit on her before class.
“Do you have something to say, Mr. Davis?” Alana asks me.
I meet her gaze, feeling nothing but respect for our instructor. “I’m impressed with how you handled the situation.”
She nods curtly before addressing the entire class. “We will begin by discussing the cornerstone behind every BDSM encounter—clear and concise communication. Listen carefully, because your first practicum will be directly tied to this lecture.”
Knowing that I will be scening with a submissive after her instruction definitely has my interest piqued…
Erotic Spanking
“Raise your hand if you are familiar with the term ‘safeword’.”
Only two of us in the class raise our hands. Ironically, it’s me…and Surfer Boy.
Alana nods. “It’s imperative as a Dominant that you establish safewords before you begin a scene with a new partner.” She pauses for a moment to emphasize the importance of her statement and allow it to sink in.
“Some of the most common safewords used are the colors red, yellow, and green to indicate comfort level. However, you and your partner can establish any unusual word or action to stop a scene immediately. Think of it as a safety net. As a Dom, you can never predict how a scene will play out, and the last thing you want is to cause harm to your partner. An established safeword allows both parties to end a scene immediately without question.”
“Why would a Dominant ever need one?” asks a distinguished man with a trimmed beard and tailored suit sitting in the back.
Alana turns to him. “Ask me that again after I have called on you.”
He immediately apologizes before raising his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Ravenson. What was your question?”
Ravenson clears his throat, clearly embarrassed for speaking out of turn. “If a Dominant is in charge of playing out the scene they’ve created, why would they need a safeword?”
I agree with his question, having never used one myself, so I am interested in our instructor’s answer.
“Excellent question,” she compliments him. “There are several occasions when a Dominant might need to call out a safeword. One prime example would be if you found yourself questioning your sub’s ability to call out their safeword during a scene. Or, if for whatever reason, you felt your sub needed to call it but couldn’t or wouldn’t, you might call it for them. Safety must always come first.
“Another example would be if you simply needed to take a break or stop altogether because you were not enjoying the scene.”
One of the other men frowns and raises his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Lofton?”
“Does it really matter as long as your submissive is getting off on it?”
She smiles. “Of course it matters. Both partners should enjoy the scene they’ve agreed to play out together. Naturally, as a Dominant, you can choose to sacrifice your enjoyment in order to please your sub. However, that is a conscious choice you must make for yourself. Never forget that you are in control of the scenes you create, and there is no shame in stopping if you become uncomfortable.”
Alana begins to slowly pace back and forth in front of the room. “Another thing to keep in mind is that playing the role of the Dominant can be physically taxing on the body. You may experience too much pain or fatigue to continue your scene.”
Ravenson nods in understanding.
“But it’s not just the physical aspect,” she states in a somber tone. “There is also another—often overlooked—element to being a Dominant. You may have scenes that challenge you emotionally and may cause you internal conflict.” She stops pacing and looks at us thoughtfully. “Never dismiss your emotions, and do not lose sight of the fact that you are responsible for two people’s safety and well-being.”
I appreciate Alana’s advice. I know myself well. It would be easy for me to forget that in my desire to not disappoint the sub I’m scening with.
Alana continues, “Be aware that your submissive will be extra sensitive to your emotions during a scene. If you ever get the sense that the scene feels ‘off’ to you, your sub will immediately pick up on it. Should that happen, I suggest you call your safeword to stop it. Talk through it if you feel you can continue. Otherwise, end the scene and revisit it at a later date.”
