When he found that one person who would allow him to have that domination he so craved, he would allow them to control his heart. Some people had a bad or romantic view about BDSM due to wannabe dominants, books, and movies. No, the submission was a gift that he would cherish and not just throw away. He would love to take it and let it wash over his soul. Ahh, he was waxing poetic again, because before he could do any of that he first had to find a willing female.

Celeste had been working steadily at the school for three months now and received nothing but high praises. She really enjoyed the school and the students, there was a teacher appreciation day and she received numerous red packets and gifts. It was a lot of money, nothing like when she was back home in the states. She could get used to this, the gifts were enough to tide her over for the next two months if she played her money right. Then she could finally buy that brownstone that she was looking at in Harlem. "Hey, Celeste do you want to go out for hot pot with us?"

Celeste looked at her coworkers standing by her cla.s.sroom door and decided why not as long as they were only going for food she would go.

"Sure why not."

Everyone smiled as Celeste gathered her briefcase after stuffing papers into it and headed with them out of the cla.s.sroom. She hurried to her hostel changed out of her work clothes and put on casual clothes then headed out for hotpot. They all sat around eating beef, chicken, and vegetables along with rice. Celeste was having a really good time until someone suggested they go to Club Envy afterward.