Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) Read Online Free Page A

Juliette all but purred, leaning into her hand and looking extremely satisfied.
    Ms. West took the clipboard, and stood up to address the class. “We have two no-shows.” She said. “So this will be a small group.”
    As if on cue, the side door banged open and a flustered looking young woman entered.
    “I'm so sorry,” she said, through panting breaths. She hurried through the room and looked about to take a seat.
    Ms. West cleared her throat loudly, halting the girl in her tracks. “And who might you be?”
    The girl licked her lips. “Um, Lydia.” She smiled hesitantly. “I'm sorry I'm late. I had car trouble.”
    “You will not be joining us for classes this time, Lydia.” Ms. West said, making unmistakeable crossing-out motions with her pen on the clipboard.
    “I'm sorry?”
    “You are late,” said Ms. West, “already proving you do not have the right amount of dedication to this program. You are welcome to apply again, perhaps for next month's beginner classes – if you decide to take this seriously.”
    Lydia paused uncertainly. “But -”
    Ms. West raised her voice just enough to sound mildly threatening. “That will be all.”
    Ashley watched, wringing her hands together, as Lydia looked first confused, then angry.
    Her brows knit together and she drew in a deep breath, looking as though she wanted to shout back at the professor. But then she simply pursed her lips tightly together, turned around and stormed out of the room.
    The timid blonde girl sitting next to Ashley jumped in her seat as the doors slammed.
    Ms. West waited for the noise to be over, then gave a tight little smile at the students. “Now that that interruption is over,” she said, “let me introduce myself. You will call me Ms. West. To my left -” she gestured, “are Mr. Barrett and Mr. Morgan. You may address them as “Professor", or "Sir", unless they indicate otherwise.”
    At a quick nod from Ms. West, Juliette rose to her feet and collected a stack of paper from the counter. She came down among the students and began to pass out stapled sheets.
    Ashley looked down at hers, taking it in her trembling fingers. It was a simple questionnaire, a list with check-boxes. Just glancing at some of the things in the list made the blush creep back into her cheeks.
    All the things she would expect were at the beginning of the list – bondage, discipline, spanking, whipping, humiliation and servitude. Then came things she hadn't considered, like blindfolds, toys, anal stimulation, caging, orgasm control... the list went on.
    “Before we continue,” said Ms. West, “please check the appropriate boxes. Indicate whether you have experienced, would like to experience, or do not wish to experience each activity. If you are unsure, leave the boxes empty. You have ten minutes.”
    Despite her preparatory online research, some of the options on the page completely puzzled her. Body modification? Suspension?
    But one option practically jumped out at her: exhibitionism. With a secret little smile, she checked her first “yes” box.
    Ashley puzzled over the many choices. Truth be told, she was undecided on most of them, because she hadn't tried much of it. The blush remained, burning her face, as she bent low to the paper and tried to check as many boxes as she could. When the ten minutes was up, many remained empty.
    Juliette collected the papers and gave them to Ms. West, who put them on the desk, coming to stand before the class. She wore a suit with black trousers and jacket over stiletto heels. Her dark hair was pinned back from her head in a severe bun. She looked a bit like the stereotypical strict professor or librarian.
    "Now," she said. "You are all here because you have something in common. But you all no doubt have different reasons. Perhaps you are exploring a new relationship with a dominant who has sent you here to learn the skills you need. Perhaps there has always been a burning need inside you - a desire to yield to the