Thread: A New Kind of Lesson (Athene & HoldTheDoor)

Shania Dreamweaver Tap. Tap. Tap ... What started as a slow, steady pace began to quicken. The frequency in how often the eraser belonging to a mechanical pencil was now heard every second instead of every ten like it had usually been doing. Oh come on .... A set of white teeth briefly clung onto a soft, lower lip before letting go. A frustrated sigh enunciated the mood that belonged to the owner of its body twenty-one year old Shania Dreamweaver, whom had desperately been trying to get a head start on a major essay due in two weeks. But for some reason .... this topic was harder for her to get a thesis figured out for. I want you all to explain to me, in your words, why people indulge in kinks and fetishes. We've gone over the id, the desires of the human body now, tell me what drives us to want to test and indulge in such things. Those had been her instructors words that Shania had heard six or so hours ago. As her head lifted and found the nearest clock, it read 2111 PM. A hand raised before weaving through her dark raven locks as another irritated sigh passed her lips. Not tonight, she mused, finally deciding to try working on the paper another night. Slowly, her arms raised above her head as Shania stretched before letting her joints fall back at her sides. Besides, she mused, smiling slightly as she turned and snuck a glance at her dorm closet, Maybe one night of just enjoying yourself wouldn't kill you. As much as she loved her university - particularly the Psychology class, which was also the major she was aiming for - her friends were correct when they voiced concerns to the young adult that she didn't take enough time for herself. If you really got two whole weeks ... no need to rush it. Mr. Evans likely gave you that much time because he knew the answers wouldn't be as easy to find ... Truth be told, the more she thought on the topic, the more .... sensitive it sounded. Intimate even. It caused Shania to remember how some of her classmates were - at least she hoped - joking about seeking out a Master to better understand the answers themselves. At first, she'd dismissed the thought, finding it to be a rather reckless idea. Yet prior to deciding to take her break, Shania had looked up how those relationships were supposed to look. It wasn't all black and white there were quite a few grey areas. Some good, some bad, some neutral aspects like the truly perfect version of a Yin Yang. But what had really grabbed her attention was seeing that - supposedly - a lot of partners who did indulge in BDSM, or at least Masterslave stuff, sounded ... pretty reasonable. Contracts could be ended as quickly as they were started, and the 'sub' could return to whatever normal life they had. Maybe ... it wouldn't be the worst? Her head shook, causing some raven locks to lightly fling before falling down her back as she stopped. You can think on that later. Right now .... let's get some 'you' time in. After taking a slight breath, Shania walked over to her closet and began to rummage through it. After a bit of scanning, she finally settled on a matching corset and slightly ripped jeans combination . It was ... slightly bold, yes. But it wasn't overly sleazy at least not to the Native American woman. To help compliment it and bring a contrast in color, she adorned her feet with some ankle high socks and a tan pair of sandals . Finally, the Iroquois woman flung a small handbag over her shoulder. Inside were the basic essentials the keys to her dorm, her wallet, which had her ID to prove she could legally drink in any of Manhattan's bars, and money to buy said liquor. Cell phone ... where'd I put it? As the answer came in front of her eyes and she found it on her bedside mantle, Shania picked it up and dialed a cab. Yes, I'd like to be picked up, please? Thanks. Twenty minutes after making her call, a beep from outside signaled her ride was here. Although Shania was perfectly capable of getting a license, she was too scared. From what she'd seen, people appeared incredibly reckless whilst behind the wheel. As such, she found it simpler to just rely on public transportation. Where to? the driver asked as she stepped inside. The Cielo, please. Thanks. Not needing anymore encouragement, the driver nodded briefly before starting up the car. A soft sigh echoed once more yet this one was a content, albeit slightly anxious, sound. So far, the break she was giving herself was rather nice. Knowing it could only get better made her grin widen even more. Slowly, Shania allowed her head to plop against the back of the seat, then close her eyes. It'd take a good fifteen to twenty minutes to arrive anyway. May as well relax until then ... she decided.