Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) by Madelene Martin Read Free Book Online

advice had indirectly led to the Academy, hadn't it?
    She tried on multiple outfits, eying herself critically in the mirror. She tried to consider what Mr. Morgan would want to see, rather than looking at all the bits she herself wanted to hide or minimize. She remembered him pushing up her skirt, exposing her panties. Just the thought of it made her shiver with secret arousal.
    She bought a short, flirty black skirt, and found a deep red blouse to go with it. Ashley loved the color. It was so vivid and sensual, the opposite of her usual black-and-white work wardrobe. It brought out the new side of her - the side she was just discovering.
    The red was a bit much for work though, so she bought a more sober black dress as well. It was a bit shorter than she normally wore, but in a vintage-style cut that suited her curves. She was surprised when she looked in the mirror and actually thought she looked sexy.
    By the time they'd got to lingerie, Rebecca was suspicious. "This isn't about a guy is it?" She asked. "You didn't get back together with Mark?"
    Ashley was in the changing room, adjusting a delicate lacy bra and trying to decide if she liked the way it looked. She barked a laugh, then covered her mouth to calm herself down. "No..." she said. "Although I did have a bit of an... encounter."
    "What?" Becca said, a bit too loudly. She stood right next to the door, pressing up against it. "Tell me!" She stage-whispered.
    So Ashley ended up relating her subway adventure to her friend after all. Somehow, after last night at the Academy her anonymous subway encounter seemed almost tame.
    When she exited the dressing room, it was to find Becca standing there open-mouthed in delighted disbelief.
    She didn't get around to mentioning the school. For some reason, that still felt somehow private. Private and special, just for her. Maybe it just felt sexier being a secret.
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    By the time she'd rushed home, eaten a quick dinner, showered and gotten dressed, it was almost time to go. Ashley was almost giddy with anticipation.
    She tied her white collar around her neck, turning the bow to the back, and spent a few minutes curling the ends of her hair into soft waves. She wasn't sure if the girls were allowed to wear makeup after the introductory class. Afraid to take the risk, she went without.
    She walked the short distance to the school, arrived a little early and followed Ella in. Juliette was standing by the inner doors, naked again, holding her clipboard. She took the girls' paperwork and told them to go in and sit down.
    There were small individual desks for each of them today, paper and pens laying in wait.
    Harmony was already sitting, and gave them a friendly wave. "So," she said, "we finally get a chance to talk. What brings you two here anyway?" She giggled. "One of my boyfriends got me into this stuff. We broke up but I really wanted to learn more about it. So I can find someone really good when I'm done with the course, you know?"
    Ella smiled. "My husband and I are both learning. He sent me here for training, and hopefully he'll be going to the master's school next month."
    Ashley was surprised. She'd never thought of this as something a married couple would get into.
    When the two of them looked at her expectantly, she felt herself blushing. "Umm," she said, "I met a scout."
    "Really?" squeaked Harmony excitedly. "I heard about them. I think that Karen girl was scouted too. So were you always submissive?"
    The girl's open attitude was a bit more confronting than Ashley was used to dealing with. She was only being friendly though, so Ashley smiled and made an effort at conversation. "No..." she said. "That is, I don't know. I didn't know much about any of this. I was just curious, really. Looking for adventure, you know?"
    "Oh really?" Chimed in Ella. "So you're a complete newbie?"
    "Yeah."
    She leaned forward, a grin on her pretty round face. "How do you like it?"
    Ash had to think about that for a moment. It was a more