I took a big breath as I stared hard at the door that will lead me to the room where my BDSM teacher was waiting for me for my tutoring lesson. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants before knocking at the wooden door. I had waited a few seconds before it opened. The first thing I saw was those magnetic eyes staring right back at me. Was he always so tall and imposing?

“Right on time,” he commented before stepping aside to let me through.

My breath caught in my throat as I notice the bed in the corner of the room. Then, I remembered the words, Marco kept repeating all day. Instinctively, I took a few steps back and hit something hard. I carefully glanced up, and I was frozen on my feet. My teacher stood right behind me, blocking my escape route.

“Let’s start,” he stated as he pushed me on to the bed.

“W-wait, wait, wait,” I exclaimed as I scrambled out of bed and made as much space between us as possible. I needed him far away from me to be able to think rationally. He raised one of his perfect eyebrows while patiently standing by for me to continue. “Can you tell me what we are going to review today?”

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know about this lifestyle. Don’t worry, your husband will appreciate it.”

“H-husband?” I repeated shakily. I could be paired with a woman, so why did he say husband specifically? “How do you know who I’m going to be paired with?”

He didn’t answer as he just kept staring at me. “We are getting out of the subject. Sit on the bed.”

“Do you know something about whom I’ll be paired with later on?” I asked, ignoring his order as he kept silent.

He sighed while placing his hands on his hips. “Who knows? I may tell you if you do your part in the lessons. Now, I won’t repeat it another time. Sit on the bed.”

I didn’t immediately move when he ordered me to sit. I wasn’t his dog. But I really wanted to know who my partner will be. Nothing was assuring me that he would tell me at the end, but my curiosity was killing me. I didn’t know if he was patient or stubborn, but he didn’t say anything nor moved until I did what I was described to do. It was annoying, but in the end, I did as he told me.

As soon as I sat down, he praised me with a good boy. I looked down at my hands while biting my lips. This was so humiliating. I knew this was how this kind of relationship worked, but I still didn’t like it. Why did I need to learn something so stupid? This whole world was absurd.

Shortly after sitting down, he started to explain the basics of this kind of relationship. I didn’t know if he realized if I was listening to him or not, but if the tutoring ended with just that I would be relieved. I’ll also make sure to study hard and pass his tests with a high score to avoid coming here ever again.

“Do you understand?” he asked after half an hour of explaining everything he went through in class to me.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered politely. Please, be the end of this madness.

“Good,” he nodded. “I heard you are very skillful with the ropes in your bondage class,” he stated while taking a step closer to me. “I hope you can be as enthusiastic when you’re in my classes too,” he placed his hand on my chest before pushing me on my back.

I would resist if I could. But how could I when he was staring at me like he was going to eat me? I swallowed hard as I tried to put more space between us by scooting upward on the bed.

“W-what are you going to do?” I asked as I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“Answer me. What does the letter ‘D’ in BDSM stand for?” he quizzed as I desperately rummaged through my brain to find the answer.

“I-it stands for,” I trailed as I stared at his hand that slowly kept moving up my leg. “For discipline and domination.”

“It is the right answer. Now, do you know why you’re here today?” he continued as he had both his arms at the sides of my head.

“Because I’m failing your class.”

“Is that all?” he asked as his tone made me wonder if I had it wrong. “Is that your final answer?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” I had answered with a nod before he pulled away from me. I sighed in relief when I got more space for myself. The oxygen was so scarce when he was so close.

“This is the wrong answer. If you confessed, I would diminish your punishment.”

“P-punishment?” I repeated like an idiot after sitting up on the bed. “What am I getting punished for?”

“It’s for discipline,” he eyed me as if he wished for me to complete his statement. “As I explained earlier, I am a dominant and teacher. I must teach you and your duty as a student to do your best and meet my expectations. To be fair to everyone, I know everything about your grades and effort from the previous years. Do you have anything to add before I continue?”

I swallowed my saliva as I started to sweat in anxiety. I knew he knew about me failing on purpose, and I didn’t care about it because he was supposed to be a mathematics teacher! I never imagined that I would wake up in a parallel world with him as my kinky teacher.

“I’m sorry, Sir! I was wrong to do that. I’ll never do it again,” I pleaded as I have heard how horrifying some punishments were. It could go from standing in a corner to something humiliating and sexual or worse, kneeling on raw rice for some time. No matter what, I didn’t want any of them.

“I want to believe you, but I only have your words. This is why you need a punishment.” he shook his head while rubbing his chin with his fingers to show that he was thinking.