Apprentice Serg Shepard Chapter 2 - The Calling With Kristofer Weston
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It’s been a while now since my first encounter. It was with Master Figata and opened a entire fresh chapter of my life. He trained me, in a single, mind-blowing afternoon, the meaning of absolute pleasure, while at the same time providing me a clear understanding of the path I need to pursue. However, the encounter has left me in some kind of individual quandary. What the Master did to me was beautiful, and intense, and I’ve been craving more of it ever since. I have been as patient as possible. I have knuckled down in classes and attempted my hardest to be the finest student here. I’ve also refrained downright from pleasing myself—it sounds dumb, but part of me senses that if I colon into my urge to spend every last 2nd of my private time wanking myself into oblivion, I’ll be jinxing future opportunities or somehow lessening the influence of whatever’s destined to happen next. When I received notification of my calling, I figured that the time may have ultimately come. I got myself into quite a state as I ambled throughout the complex to the designated office. Overcome with a mixture of dread and excitement, I finished up sensing so eager that I unbuttoned the top button of my tee-shirt just to breathe. I attempted to shovel the tie node back up in a way that didn’t make it view like the button was undone, but I knew I wasn’t making the right impression and that bothered me. I was astonished that it wasn’t Master Figata in the office; I’d assumed that he’d be exclusively in charge of my formal development. I was instead greeted by Master Weston, a dude that I don't know quite as well. My only interaction with him happened about three weeks ago when he was seated next to me in the formal hall. Looking back, I guess he did seem a tiny more nosey about me than I very likely should have expected… He was considerably less warm with me this time. As I sat down in the office he was reading some sort of official file, which I assume was packed with information about me. I could sense the beads of eager sweat prickling on my forehead. I wondered if it was too late to attempt to do my top button back up again.
It’s been a while now since my first encounter. It was with Master Figata and opened a entire fresh chapter of my life. He trained me, in a single, mind-blowing afternoon, the meaning of absolute pleasure, while at the same time providing me a clear understanding of the path I need to pursue. However, the encounter has left me in some kind of individual quandary. What the Master did to me was beautiful, and intense, and I’ve been craving more of it ever since. I have been as patient as possible. I have knuckled down in classes and attempted my hardest to be the finest student here. I’ve also refrained downright from pleasing myself—it sounds dumb, but part of me senses that if I colon into my urge to spend every last 2nd of my private time wanking myself into oblivion, I’ll be jinxing future opportunities or somehow lessening the influence of whatever’s destined to happen next. When I received notification of my calling, I figured that the time may have ultimately come. I got myself into quite a state as I ambled throughout the complex to the designated office. Overcome with a mixture of dread and excitement, I finished up sensing so eager that I unbuttoned the top button of my tee-shirt just to breathe. I attempted to shovel the tie node back up in a way that didn’t make it view like the button was undone, but I knew I wasn’t making the right impression and that bothered me. I was astonished that it wasn’t Master Figata in the office; I’d assumed that he’d be exclusively in charge of my formal development. I was instead greeted by Master Weston, a dude that I don't know quite as well. My only interaction with him happened about three weeks ago when he was seated next to me in the formal hall. Looking back, I guess he did seem a tiny more nosey about me than I very likely should have expected… He was considerably less warm with me this time. As I sat down in the office he was reading some sort of official file, which I assume was packed with information about me. I could sense the beads of eager sweat prickling on my forehead. I wondered if it was too late to attempt to do my top button back up again.
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