Dominate me, Mistress.

I shouldn't have listened to Ian when he suggested we played COD overnight. Now I'm late because of his stupid ass, to a class I signed impulsively to.

I breathed as I quickly ran to the lecture center cussing him in every Norway and Korean language I could think of at that moment.

A ping on my phone distracted me from my thought, I knew it was Ian "fuck I know I'm late Ian stop texting me". Luckily there was no one on this hallway.

I quickly made a turn and entered the class lecture room 13b was highlighted on the top. Aesir flinched when he noticed so many eyes on him, a blush spread on his pale white skin.

"Shit!" He muttered under his breath.

"Yes Mr.Erling, any reason why you're attending my lecture this late?" The lecturer said staring at him with a frown on her face. Aesir stuttered out "I'm s-o-o-0 s-s-sorry Miss Amelia, it won't happen again" Miss Amelia smiled "Don't let it repeat itself again" Aesir wanted the floor to swallow him when he noticed the student still staring at him.

He tried shrinking his 6'4 feet huge body, but that is humanly impossible. He noticed Ian sheepishly waving with a sorry look on his face, Aesir gave him the best death glare he could deliver.

"I'm so sorry" Ian apologize when Aesir sat down "Don't talk to me, don't look at me,don't breath next to me" Aesir said through gritted teeth, a girl sitting in front of them looked back and gave Aesir a raised eyebrow at his late statement.

"Okay maybe the last part was a bit dramatic, hey Cathy" Aesir said pouting, Ian snickered "Amen to that" he quickly chipped in, which earn him a death glare.

"I know, I thought you knew we had a class with Miss Amelia" Ian tried defending himself as he whispered staring at the podium to look serious.

"Drittsekk, if I knew I won't spend hours playing Cod with you" Aesir whispered yelled also staring at the podium.

*drittsekk- shitbag.

Ian deflated "I'm really sorry dude"

Aesir relaxed his tense back "it's okay, next time it happens I'll kill you" Aesir threatened. Ian chuckled in agreement.

They tried listening to what Miss Amelia was saying.

I could remember how i choose this course, I shouldn't have listened to Ian.

But I could tell his jock brain thought I was to pussy to take a class like this one. So I signed impulsively.

He was right.

I was way over my head.

I feel like in order to fully benefit from a course named Exploration of sexual identities you must actually have one.

Me?

My dick has never been anywhere near a pussy, unless you count dancing with a cousin at prom.

Ian knows this so he mocked me when we were picking our courses.

Bet you'd bust before professor Amelia finishes presenting the syllabus. So I added it to my list of course for this semester. Thing was. I didn't think it mattered if I got in or not. I was on the waiting list for mandatory courses that freshman are required to take. I was on top of the said list, so i thought once I got in I would have no choice but to drop sex class to make room for my schedule. Ian couldn't give me shit for that.

But no, the universe was against me.

I got in since it was a required course.

The first few classes were fine. Learned basic term and explored the multiple dimensions of sexual identity .

But there is nothing like watching porn with a class full of 120 students.

And the scene projected across the entire wall wasn't some reproductive demonstration of missionary coitus.

No,it was a compilation of people fucking. I say fucking because what the professor showed us on the screen wasn't just sex. It was scene and scene of bodies being depicted mid ecstasy.

My jaw was on the floor as I watched a blonde woman getting railed by a giant. Seconds later same said woman was pushing a woman on the carpet as she drilled into her pussy with a strap-on. Minutes after that,two men were double stuffing a woman who looked like a fairy.

I could almost hear the growing erection of every man in the room, and I was thankful for the for the small collapsable tray hiding my dick from the view.

That was last week, and it was Miss Amelia swift introduction to our newest topic.

Kink and fetish identities.

I didn't even know kink was a think until I took this class.

I mean sure I watched the movie fifty shades of grey,but it wasn't until we breached the subject that I realized just how limited my knowledge was.

BDSM was only part of the story.

"Last week I taught you all about certain traits and aspect present in a relationship between a Dominant and a submissive." Miss Amelia voice suddenly rang out dragging me out of my day dreaming. Miss Amelia had a magnetism to her that made it easy to stay engaged in the topics being explored. It didn't hurt she was extraordinarily attractive.

" we have a surprise for you today" A sly smile spread across Miss Amelia face and there was a twinkle i couldn't quite decipher.

"A friend of mine thankfully had agreed to be my guest lecturer."

When she walked in the entire class froze. What was a room filled with scattered murmurs and soft laughs was now instantly quite. Her presence was just that intimidating.

My gaze started at her feet. I didn't know much about women's shoes, but I could see the shiny leather of her deep burgundy pumps contracting almost perfectly with her brown skin. My eyes trailed up her sculpted muscular legs, and lingered at her hips. Her thigh were thick and they curve perfectly well in her black pencil skirt that fitted her hourglass shape like a damn glove.

She wore a tight red button up shirt that was tucked softly into her pencil skirt, covered by a thick black Balenciaga belt. The top few buttons of her shirt was undone so I could barely catch a glimpse at the sensual hint of cleavage.

I couldn't stop my thorough examination on her. Soon my eyes were at her sinfully lips, and landed on those deep chocolate brown eyes and followed the way her curls tumbling down her back bounced with every. Sinful step.

professor Amelia was talking, but i couldn't hear a single thing, because my eyes were locked on the Goddess standing just two feet away from her.

I was pulled from my trance when I felt the weight of Ian hands squeezing my shoulders hard.

"holy shit, Aesir she looks breathes, eat and shit sex" I cringed at his statement but I wouldn't take it far as shit. But fuck, for once Ian wasn't wrong.

"I will leave my friend to introduce herself" ms Amelia gives the stunning guest a sweet smile and found a seat in the room.

The guest takes a few steps across the front room, totally ignoring the podium standing few feets beside her. Her confidence was radiating. I'm close enough to the front to notice that there's no single waver in her steps, not a single tremble in her stride. She's completely composed in front a room filled with over a hundred student gawking over a stranger.

Not a single person speaks as she takes about 20 seconds to take a leisurely stroll across the room, her eyes scanning the crowd with veiled curiosity.

I don't think I have ever been so hard in my life.

It's fucking painful

She stops in the middle of the room and crosses her arm before opening her mouth to speak.

"Hello class" A secretive smile glides gracefully on her lips "I'm Mistress Z"

Her eyes never stopped their surveillance of the student before her . My breath got caught in my throat when they stopped on me, I choked on a cough. Ian raised a hand to pat my back, I swatted it before he could touch me.

The last thing I want is for him to touch me, when my dick is about to burst from my jeans.

I barely register a male voice from the back of the lecture room call out a question that suddenly captures my focus.

"Are you a dominatrix?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly to his direction, if looks could kill he would be dead.

" was your hands raised?" Her voice is so husky and melodic at the same time, but I didn't fail to notice the threat in her tone.

I look back to look at the guy that asked the question, and noticed it was one of Ian jock friend Collins, the blonde surfer boy type.

I almost felt bad for mistress z with the cocky smile on Collins was directing her way.

Wait.

Did I just call her mistress in my head? Jesus what is fucking wrong with me?!

My direction is pulled when I noticed she was walking towards his direction slow and steady.

"Uh,No...." Collins states hesitantly. I watched as his eyebrows raise as she approached, and something flash in his eyes that I couldn't detect.

She bends over closer to his level.

"Then why are you fucking talking?"

Venom Her voice in that moment, was pure venom Her words like poison went straight to my dick.

I watched as Collins gulped and his eyes stretched wide. I watched the classroom in various state stretched themselves to catch a glimpse of the interaction.

I watched as she ran a finger across his cheekbone.

"Zah...." Professor Amelia starts,but her protest stopped immediately by the hand that Mistress z raises.

It was like magic

"Get the fuck out of my classroom"

With that mistress z stepped away from Collins without sparing even a single glance and walks to the podium stopping just in front to take a turn and face her audience.

Collins looked shellshocked

Mistress Z raised a single eyebrow. I watch, entranced, as Collins gathered his things and walk out of the room.

What the fuck just happened?

One of my pet peeves: disrespect where there shouldn't be any.

The stupid little white boy called out at me, like I was an object for his fucking entertainment. I don't tolerate disrespect.

For others, it might have not come disrespectful. Maybe a student forgetting their place.Possible a teacher with lax rules that allows the students to speak when they want.

But I have a secret weapon. I can read people like a fucking book.

That boy was not good people. I watched as he left a the class with a tension to his pace that wasn't there before, and I can't help the wave satisfaction that flows through me.

I turn back and noticed that everywhere seems to be too......:. Quiet?

I cross my arm across my chest. It's a defensive stance, but the way it pushes up my breasts into focus is a temporary distraction that I use to create a false sense of comfort.

"Please feel free to ask questions. I will answer what I feel is appropriate" I soften my voice so that it is less sharp and loosen the frown on my brows.

Being a domme is more than a combination of simple commands. It's how your carry yourself .

For me, it is a game as I predator, I provide my prey a false sense of comfort before I strike.

I have already established my rules through my previous demonstration. I would be incredibly surprised if anyone fails to raise up their hands before attempting to speak to me.

A timid hand raises at the back, I made contact with an adorable redhead girl with striking green eyes I can't help but linger at the way the white dress stretches right across her tits.

I definitely noticed the fact that are thighs are tightly pressed together.

I smirk and lift my eyes back at hers. I nod in her direction.

And like a good little girl, she speaks.

"Um, can I ask, why did you become a dominatrix?"

My smiles grows a bit wider at her question.

"I'm a bit of a control freak" I winked at her and I relish in the blush that spread on her face.

Another hand was raised and I wasn't surprised to find it was a woman. Man have an irrational fear of strong and demanding woman. Well you can say society has a past to play in that, since women are aspected to be weak, and docile.

I'm here to challenge that.

"Hi, I'm Cynthia"

I raised a eyebrow in amusement "I didn't ask for your name"

She shrugs and I find myself wanting to choke her for that. I hate non-answers.

"Do you like women?"

I ponder her question for a bit, wondering what bits of information I want to reveal. It's clear to me there is an interior motive to her questioning.

"Like in subjective terms. Am I attracted to women? Yes. Do I fuck women? Sometimes. Do I like women? That's debatable."

I move my gaze to the next hand raised and I stop.

I consider myself as a rational being. Like every human, I have my patterns. I also have my type, and I have fun.

That is not it.

I glance at the boy who has his hand timidly raised up in the second row. His stormy gray eyes that looked her the sky when it's about to rain caught my attention, I hesitated. That was enough to encourage me not to look at him again.

But now his hands were raised, and trembling, in front of about hundred spectators. I can read people well enough to know it isn't there presence that makes him shiver.

"Your name ?"

I nodded towards him Why did I ask that His gray eyes widen slightly in shock. I watched as his pink lips parted a bit. He fumbled with the pulled out wools on his sweaters as his wipe his hands on it. Interesting.

"Ae-sir" Something about the stutter and the way his cheeks turned rosy color........

"W-what do you ...... what do you do to your c-clients? He choked out, and the red travel from his cheeks to his nose.

I find myself wanting to lick him everywhere I smiled dangerously. "That's a very good question, Aesir" his name rolled from my tongue, I noticed his eyes a bit dilated.

I took slow and steady steps toward his seat near the aisle at the second row. I made eye contact with him as I slowly made my way to him so that he is aware that I'm coming towards him, so that he doesn't chokes on his breath.

Again.

"Many clients have different kinks and fetishes. That have different level of pain tolerance and also different things to arouse them." I stopped in front of his seat, and from the way he is staring at me I have all his attention.

Good .

"Just yesterday I had a man with a leather fetish in full bodysuit. He didn't need me to touch him, I just needed to be there to help him in and out of the suit and provide a safe environment to explore his kink."

I noticed the way is pupil dilated, what dirty things is running in your head. "Earlier today, I had a man come in who liked to be tied and struck with a bull whip"

I could feel his arousal

I see it in his eyes, I see it in the way his legs are shifting.

I bend to his level, remaining a few inches between above him to ensure my dominance. There's an odd innocence that you don't often see in men around his age.

"Most who comes to me wants to relinquish control. Their life are consumed with decision making that they wish to leave the decision making to someone. That's where I come in, I take the calling shot from their shoulders and in return they take my punishment, my pain and my demands."