Well then, with no further ado.. I shall call your subjective.
I sat down as he left me and enjoyed the vision of the silvery curtains until the almost silent sound of a shutting door tore me out of my thoughts. There stood a man a few years older than myself, in a typical middleclass suit so beautiful i thought him an angle. Of course knew subjectives always were pleasing to the eye, but his jaws seemed chisled out of stone. Not as angle-like as most greek statues are but sharper, devilish just as dangerous as his wolf like eyes. Monsterous in a most terrifingly beauty. I Wished to come close to him and stroke his hair that was slightly falling into his eyes, but not in a soft or caring manner, but more in a way as to bow in front of him and give him all I had.
Welcome. I smiled seductively he raised an eyebrow and answered: probably the most respectful word I have heard of your kind.
I laughed. Cheeky, are we?
You seem to allow it.
Of course, I have no fear of you, you might as well say what's on your unfiltered mind. Better that way, I can then truly control you.
Well, somebody understands their position very clearly. I take it I'm your first?
How would you know?
Age.
Of course. Shall we depart or are there any more awful procedures we need to go trough.
There is today in the evening of course, but other than that we may depart.
You will go behind me. After all, you are under my command.
As you wish, Clary.
Miss will do, thank you.
He chuckled as we went through the door.
Basically, this is the best day of my life!
I googled how come?
From now on we'll be together, like literally always. Oh god, I'm so exited to finally meet your subjective in private. What is his name again, Julian?
Yeah.. my voice trailed off thoughtfully and my palms started sweating remembering his wolf like eyes. I know I no longer wished to be a virgin, but he simply made it look as if it were to be harsh and nor sensual.
is something wrong, Clary? You look worried I frowned, willing my heart to calm down. No, no I'm just really nervous.
Oh,don't worry. That guy looks like he knows what he's doing with his hands, darling. Izzy winked suggestively and a strong arm slithered around her tiny waist as her brown haired subjective became visible, sucking at her neck.
As if that were not exactly the problem.. im so worried hell get to do whatever he wants with me i thought.
Hey, I'll come in a moment OK? She moaned
the others are wondering where you are, at this his piercing eyes rested on me. I knew i should be presenting myself this evening instead of drawing back into a corner with my best friend but i simply wasn't in the mood, an excuse that my parents wouldn't like to hear and would always disapprove of.
Also, I'm missing you.
Of course you are. Now leave us alone. He departed.
Clary, there is really no reason at all to be nervous. You will know what to do as well. I mean we trained enough and you became a really sexy kisser.
Izzy, I appreciate that, but kissing and fingering a girl with a vibrator is something completely different.
No, its not, its more similar than you think, trust me when I repeat: there is nothing to worry about. Oh well, are you coming?
In a moment..
sure thing. she turned to follow the path her subjective had created for her, but I pulled her back hesitantly, once again. Izzy..? yeah..? what if I'm not capable of.. you know.. bringing him pleasure.
Izzy's eyes widened, then she laughed.
Are you kidding? Some of my best nights I spent with you! And even if not, it doesn't matter: he's here to give you pleasure, not the other way round. Then she left.
Somehow her words didn't relax me the way they should have, the way they usually do and I felt myself suffocating in this huge hall that I called home but that suddenly seemed to be too vast to hold me. Backing away, I moved towards a neighbouring room, which turned out to be the saloon. The dimly lit room was still pretty full even though the other rooms and the garden had been opened for the public, mainly with naked people making love on the piano or were smoking, making the air hazy as no one cared to open the window, but at least my lungs could breath again.
I went to the far back and looked for a book to read or maybe some tunes I hadn't played yet, but all the groaning and the music from the main hall was so distracting. Also, I noticed the sounds were slowly turning me on, giving my lady parts a ticklish and yearning feeling that only seemed to grow and kept pulling my hand involunarely towards my vagina, in order to pleasure myself. Even though I knew no one would care if I did this, I mustered all my self control and pulled my hand back in order to leave.