Thread: Breaking Fifty Hues of Gay (Charlie_Death x Shikokudarkstar)

Rick allowed himself a good chuckle. He did remember the two, they had been together for so long, to hear that they still bickered the same way they did was comforting. I guess some people never change. Do, please let them know I will be dropping by. He was glad that he was a patient man when his attractive young conversationalist kept his head down for a minute, tapping away on his cell. He had met a few people who did not tolerate it and although it was rude, he knew to be patient. The explanation he received was acceptable and he decided to dismiss the rudeness. Few people understood that if there was an interruption to a conversation, that excusing yourself and explaining circumstances was not only polite, but necessary to maintain human connection. Something that some of the younger subs seem to be forgetting in the digital age. When they finished talking and separated, Rick went back to his office to retrieve his papers. He sent out an apologetic e-mail to his students that he will not be attending his office hours for that day and left. The whole ride home he was contemplating on how he would go back. He had been out of the scene for a bit, although he still would attend munches, he wasn't very active. Back in the day, he would spend his weekends balancing grading tests and demonstrations. He even instructed a course for new dominants on how to provide proper after care, how to get their subs in the right headspace as well as warning signs that they need to stop their play when their partners are unable to. Of course being a member of school faculty and having taught some of the other Domme's children, he always went by an alias Heisenberg. He was as grateful for their silence on his identity as a teacher as they were for his professionalism as a teacher. He went straight to his spare room of his house, the one that had always doubled as his dungeon. The deep red walls, bordered by curtains wrapped in light chains were always a comforting sight, as were the various crops, canes, whips and restraints that hung on the walls. He was grateful he hadn't gotten around to deconstructing the room. With all the stress, weight gain, and sexual dysfunction, he had thought that Heisenberg was on the road to retirement, not a temporary hiatus. He opened the closet and shifted through the clothes curious on if he should attend as Heisenberg, or as Richard. He felt the custom black silk and leather vest with a monogram H on the left breast in gold embroidery. It was a gift he had received when he was younger after filming one of his demonstrations. It was the very thing that made him become known and start giving more demonstrations and leading to his modest fame within the community. He wore it at every one so that they knew who he was. Rubbing the fabric with a sense of nostalgia, he had decided how he was going to go. Rick pulled up at the Studded Pleasures feeling confident, if a bit uncomfortable. He was a bit too big to wear his finer leathers but opted for class instead. He wore his best dress shoes with the tightest fitting suit he could wear. A red silk button up shirt with his custom cuffs that bore his monogram. The coat remained unbuttoned so that the black vest with the gold H was clearly visible. He stared at the entrance for a moment seeing how much the bar had changed. This would be the first time he went in there since he traded in his switch status to be a full time Dom. With a smirk, he walked in feeling accomplished that Heisenberg was back. He certainly hoped that someone recognized who he was, after all, he wanted to impress Talcan.