Apprentice Michaels - Chapter 1 - The Conversation And The Calling
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it's pretty wild to think what a mess I'd gotten myself into by the time my interview started. I was so nervous; my belly was churning. I kept telling myself that nothing was worth this level of anxiety. If I was right for The Order, they'd watch my potential and sign me up as an Apprentice. There was nothing in God's name that I'd be able to do to change their minds once they were made up. But then, my own mind began toying tricks. If I introduced as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I'd instantaneously put them off and I'd be back on that instruct to nowhere before I could cram my bags. And, of course, the more I attempted to struggle the nerves, the more jumpy I became. I ambled into the chamber and was nearly blinded. Sunlight was streaming in thru the whitest of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains which covered every wall. And sitting in the middle of the space, on a trendy platinum chair, was a dude I assumed was Sir Drayke. He was clad completely in white, in a stunningly fitted suit, which seemed to cling to his body, complimenting every one of his features. He was dark-skinned and dark-eyed. His forehead was etched with lines, which gave him a quality of sternness I have seldom found myself so instantaneously drawn to. There was something about him which excited me deeply. He asked me disturbing questions about my hump life. I was shocked. I felt amazingly uncomfortable. Essentially, he dreamed to know if I was attracted to fellows and I couldn't tell him the truth, because I don't indeed know what the truth is. In all honesty, I've not slept with anyone, masculine or female. But, you know, I have had thoughts. So I lied and told Sir Drayke that I'd never so much as thought about having hump with another dude which was ironic because the more he probed, the more I realized I was thinking about having it with him. Then I concluded up in a entire heap of grief when he asked me if I'd be willing to prove what I was saying. Of course, I dutifully told him I was glad to, and he instantaneously taught me to take my t-shirt off. I sprung to my feet, removing my t-shirt and truss while attempting to assets out where all this weirdness was heading. Was this the commence of some terrible, abasing punishment? I attempted to fashion it out by looking at him with as much coolness as I could muster, but he just perved back with an force which actually took my breath away.
it's pretty wild to think what a mess I'd gotten myself into by the time my interview started. I was so nervous; my belly was churning. I kept telling myself that nothing was worth this level of anxiety. If I was right for The Order, they'd watch my potential and sign me up as an Apprentice. There was nothing in God's name that I'd be able to do to change their minds once they were made up. But then, my own mind began toying tricks. If I introduced as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I'd instantaneously put them off and I'd be back on that instruct to nowhere before I could cram my bags. And, of course, the more I attempted to struggle the nerves, the more jumpy I became. I ambled into the chamber and was nearly blinded. Sunlight was streaming in thru the whitest of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains which covered every wall. And sitting in the middle of the space, on a trendy platinum chair, was a dude I assumed was Sir Drayke. He was clad completely in white, in a stunningly fitted suit, which seemed to cling to his body, complimenting every one of his features. He was dark-skinned and dark-eyed. His forehead was etched with lines, which gave him a quality of sternness I have seldom found myself so instantaneously drawn to. There was something about him which excited me deeply. He asked me disturbing questions about my hump life. I was shocked. I felt amazingly uncomfortable. Essentially, he dreamed to know if I was attracted to fellows and I couldn't tell him the truth, because I don't indeed know what the truth is. In all honesty, I've not slept with anyone, masculine or female. But, you know, I have had thoughts. So I lied and told Sir Drayke that I'd never so much as thought about having hump with another dude which was ironic because the more he probed, the more I realized I was thinking about having it with him. Then I concluded up in a entire heap of grief when he asked me if I'd be willing to prove what I was saying. Of course, I dutifully told him I was glad to, and he instantaneously taught me to take my t-shirt off. I sprung to my feet, removing my t-shirt and truss while attempting to assets out where all this weirdness was heading. Was this the commence of some terrible, abasing punishment? I attempted to fashion it out by looking at him with as much coolness as I could muster, but he just perved back with an force which actually took my breath away.
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