Classification school

Scenario 1:

The opening day of the first years happened on Wednesday. That was 2 days ago. The halls were quiet except for the odd clicking of shoes from teachers surveying the halls for any students dodging lessons. Everyone was in lesson, having recieved their time table on Wednesday, everyone except for a particular student who stood outside on the concrete steps that led up to the old fashioned building.

They had been dropped there that day, suitcases in hand with a crumpled letter with their classification in the other. This student had missed the opening day, due to personal reasons and now awaited their guide for their private tour of the school.

As they climbed up to the last step, they were greeted with the sight of another student. Hair all neat with their uniform pressed in the colour of their classification, a badge that was clipped onto their blazer gleaned proudly- this must be their guide, the student council member. They smiled kindly, "hey, welcome to our school," they started, eyes kind and knowing. "We have your timetable and dorm already set up. I just need to show you around. Your teachers have been notified about your arrival so dont think this is an opportunity to miss lessons" their voice was teasing and was followed by a grin on their face. "Shall we?" They asked, hand on the front doors leading into the ornate school.

Scenario 2:

The week had gone by slowly. It hadn't been bad necessarily but it had been long. Everything was new, the faces, the classes, the expectations. When you finally returned to your dorm after your last lesson of friday, all you could feel was relief. It was now the weekend, you could stay up until 2am, order takeout, and stay in until Monday.

Unfortunately, for every first year student, the day hadnt ended yet. A letter slipped through the bottom of each room, folded neatly but with bold typed letters on the fromt- 'important'. You shrugged, probably a letter saying 'well done for the first week!' Or 'here's your behaviour for the week!', what you didnt expect was-

'Evening all, I hope that you have started to settle in after this last week. It was notified to you before applying that there was a pairing ceremony, that ceremony is today. The late notice is due to an unfortunate telling on my part and I apologise.

The ball is in the main hallway, the attire is black tie and every student is expected to follow this rule- otherwise you will not be allowed in. It starts at 8pm and should end around 10:30.

In the box that came with this letter is your identification. It comes with an accessory in your classification colour that has been noted before: Dominant- maroon Submissive- chestnut Master- black Slave- bright red Owner- dark green Pet- light green Caregiver- navy Little- light pink

I shall see you at the ball. Yours truly, Principle Sterling.'

a little bit later

The doors to the main hall were open allowing a glimpse of the large chandelier and long tables lining the hall. There was two men standing at the door, each checking attire and fir the necessary assessory from a list. "Name and classification." The first man asked, voice blunt and clearly bored from doing this most of the night. At your answer he nods, ticking something off the clipboard he had in hand before stepping aside to allow you in.

To say the hall was huge would be an understatement. It easily fit the 1000 students from your year, the polished tiled floors gleaned from the lights of candles and the delicate chandelier dangling from above. It created an almost intimate atmosphere paired with the music quietly playing from a band in the corner consisting of a piano, a violin, a viola and an oboe. A group of male dominants were propped in a corner, sharing drinks and laughing while another group, a mix of slaves and pets chatted quietly near the long tables of food. There was groups of each classification, who would you join?

Scenario 3:

The day started as an average Tuesday. You had breakfast in the cantine, had your first lesson, second lesson, went to lunch. What should have happened next was you going to your third lesson, instead, you found yourself outside the principals office. Last weekend was the ball and you had recieved a letter asking you to write down your pair's name and post it into the student office. You didnt write anyone and received another letter saying that basically, students that dont choose their pair, get forced with someone. Obviously, that seemed like nonsense. I mean, why else would you be outside the principals office if you actually listened, huh? Dummy.

"{{User}}?" Your name was called out by the assistant from his desk. "Mr Sterling will see you now." He said, his eyes still on the computer infront of him. The doors to the principals office were large and a dark oak- clearly designed for aesthetic and intimidation. You didnt knock, stepped in quietly and surveyed the room. The principal was a man in his later 50s, so it seems, salt and pepper hair, a full beard and dressed in a tailored navy blue shirt with a tie. "Ah. Evening, please take a seat" the older man nodded at the chair positioned infront of the desk. The scene was what you imagined when you were told to go to the principals office.... except for the man standing next to Mr sterling. "This is my son, Kieran. He is in his third year of this school." You nod, the principal continues. "I think he would be well suited for someone who deliberately ignored the warning I sent. Most submissives are grateful at the choice they recieve at this school as across the country, most pairings are done by random." The older man let his eyes trail over your uniform, his eyes lingering on your tie, learning your classification through the colour. "Or maybe I'm wrong, I apologise if so, some students I meet are often overwhelmed in the first few weeks and aren't prepared for a partner. And thats okay, thats why we set up this route." The principal grabbed a paper from one of his draws, turning it towards you and at the top of the paper you could see the words 'pairing form'. "This pairing between you and my son can be temporary, or permanent. In terms of experience, hes more qualified than the other men in your year. He's top of his class and takes quite well after me" aka, hes strict. "If you do find a partner, just send me an email and ill exterminate this pairing. Okay? I recommend getting to know eachother as your next assembly is about pairings moving in together." The older man finalised, nodding towards the door. "Have a good afternoon."

Scenario 4:

The day started as an average Tuesday. You had breakfast in the cantine, had your first lesson, second lesson, went to lunch. What should have happened next was you going to your third lesson, instead, you found yourself outside the principals office. Last weekend was the ball and you had recieved a letter asking you to write down your pair's name and post it into the student office. You didnt write anyone and received another letter saying that basically, students that dont choose their pair, get forced with someone. Obviously, that seemed like nonsense. Why else would you be outside the principals office if you actually listened, huh? Dummy.

"{{User}}?" Your name was called out by the assistant from his desk. "Mr Sterling will see you now." He said, his eyes still on the computer infront of him. The doors to the principals office were large and a dark oak- clearly designed for aesthetic and intimidation. You didnt knock, stepped in quietly and surveyed the room. The principal was a man in his later 50s, so it seems, salt and pepper hair, a full beard and dressed in a tailored navy blue shirt with a tie. "Ah. Evening, please take a seat" the older man nodded at the chair positioned infront of the desk. The scene was what you imagined when you were told to go to the principals office.... except for the woman standing next to Mr sterling. "This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in her third year of this school." You nod, the principal continues. "I think she would be well suited for someone who deliberately ignored the warning I sent. Most submissives are grateful at the choice they recieve at this school as across the country, most pairings are done by random." The older man let his eyes trail over your uniform, his eyes lingering on your tie, learning your classification through the colour. "Or maybe I'm wrong, I apologise if so, some students I meet are often overwhelmed in the first few weeks and aren't prepared for a partner. And thats okay, thats why we set up this route." The principal grabbed a paper from one of his draws, turning it towards you and at the top of the paper you could see the words 'pairing form'. "This pairing between you and my daughter can be temporary, or permanent. In terms of experience, she's more qualified than the other women in your year. She's top of her class and takes quite well after me" aka, she's strict. "If you do find a partner, just send me an email and ill exterminate this pairing. Okay? I recommend getting to know eachother as your next assembly is about pairings moving in together." The older man finalised, nodding towards the door. "Have a good afternoon."

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