Malakai Eliot

Yes, Master. I’ll be there, thank you. Would you like me to make you something? I could grab some ingredients on my way past the kitchen? Youuuu.

Good boy. Good job on your manners, too. Yes, nothing big though. Maybe just a sandwich. I want you eating, too. Mine.

PM: Oooh, scary. Doing this privately so I don’t undermine your Dominance, or whatever. You’re doing great, keep up the good work.

PM: Smartass. Private is good, though. I know I am. 

No, Sir. I didn’t. It was a pretty restless night, and yeah I’m a little tired because of it. It was nice getting to look over at you every now and again, though. You’re an extra shade of pretty when you’re peaceful. 

Alright, B. Come see me at lunch I’ll allow you an energy drink. We’re going to talk about this tonight. I want to get to the bottom of why you aren’t sleeping well. You.

My name is Malakai Eliot. I am a Dominant. Slaves will address me as Sir, nothing else. If you even think about testing that, you’ll earn yourself a punishment real quick. I do have a claim- Blaine Anderson. No, I am not interested in taking another. Furthermore, no, I do not require your services. No, I do not need a meal, nor do I need my suite tidied, nor do I want you to run me a bath. Blaine is mine, and I can assure you we are both well taken care of. I don’t do cute, I don’t do sweet, I don’t share, I do not play well with others, and I am sorely lacking in the mercy department. I suggest keeping these facts in mind prior to communicating with myself, or Blaine. Welcome to The Academy.

Hope everyone has had a good Monday thus far. I personally think I’m making a stop at my Master’s coffee maker the second I get back to our suite, but maybe it’s just me.

Are you tired, Blaine? Did you not get enough sleep last night?

Blaine: You know what it does to me when you completely own and destroy other Dominants, Master.

Blaine: /I want you/.

Kai: Yeah? I might. Or, I might need you to tell me one more time. Just to make sure get it.

@dommalel​ said this:

Ugh. Get your head out of your ass, Kai. Can’t you take a joke? Or are you that much insecure about someone speaking that way to your sub?

Excuse you? I’m going to suggest you adjust your tone real quickly before you speak to me again, Sebastian. What you did, what you said, was disrespectful as fuck- you might as well have spat directly in my face. No, as a matter of fact, I have no insecurities. But, here’s a newsflash for you, since you’re clearly not getting what it is I’m saying to you. Blaine is my property. In case you missed the memo- actually, not ‘in case’, at this point I’m 99% sure you have missed the memo- at no point do you have even the shadow of a right to treat another person’s property however you see fit. Life doesn’t work that way, bud, not even for a Smythe. All of this, and I haven’t even mentioned the fact that you made my submissive uncomfortable, which is an entirely different verbal onslaught altogether. I have respect for one of your family members, so I’ll save you the complete assault I’d give any other punk on this campus stupid enough to attempt such buffoonery in favor of maintaining my alliance. But, make no mistake, this is the last time I’ll be nice enough to administer two warnings. I’ll make another suggestion, since you’re having so much trouble keeping up with things on your own- in the future, consider thinking about the validity of the bullshit you’re spewing, before you subject the enter Academy to it. Sloppy doesn’t look good on you, Smythe. 

Hi, Master!

Hello, Sunflower. My boy. My good boy. My claimed good boy. Have I ever told you how utterly gorgeous my collar looks on you?

blaineandersontga​:

You should know that this whole hitting on a claimed submissive without prior consent from their Master thing? Super not. Sir.

When have I been known to care about a tiny detail like that?

‘Tiny detail’, huh? I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to my submissive, Smythe. And trivializing a claim, too? For shame, for shame. Tread lightly, Sebastian. I do not play well with others. 

How could he question you while wearing your collar? The disrespect in all of that is unreal. I’m legitimately stunned. After all that you’ve done for him and ignored for him? And he hates you? And already has birds sitting on standby? I thought I’d come in and save the day, but I don’t even know what to say. I would have beaten him senseless. I don’t have the rage control. And I know too well how honest anger and upset can make a person, I question his choice in fighting words. You know that I get you, that I understand the darkness because I have my own. My day today is yours, whether you want me or not. So get ready to deal with that. I know you don’t need me to tell you that this is bullshit. 

Great question. Excellent question. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care how it looks, or how it reflects on me. He doesn’t care how I feel. He doesn’t care if he disrespects me. He doesn’t care what I’ve done, what I’ve overlooked, what I’ve pushed so far fucking down within myself...Whatever. Guess I should’ve seen it coming. I can’t say I didn’t think about it. He made me so fucking angry. Yeah? Yeah. I thought he did too. My mistake, I guess. You don’t need to do that. I’m better off on my own. He doesn’t even...He doesn’t even fucking know. He doesn’t even fucking realize...Whatever. I’ve known he’s wanted your dick since he got here. He wants to come for me like I’m such a horrific person....He doesn’t even fucking care how it makes me feel. The fact that, let’s face it Smythe, I’ll somehow always play second fiddle to you in his eyes. I’ve felt that for a while. We both know it. He doesn’t even realize he’s the reason we started fucking in the first place. He doesn’t care that we haven’t since before the fucking claim. He doesn’t care about the fucking ball of lead that dropped into my stomach, reading that he’s the one who put that challenge on the table, and I had to read about it after the fact. Reading that pretty much everything he says to you is sexual in nature. Whatever. I don’t need him. I don’t fucking need anyone. 

I’ve also let you in on my plans and the planning process, and made special concessions for you. And I’m here at all, right now. But that isn’t the focus here. You what? So you’re not okay. Let’s sit down. Couch. You can sit close, if you want. You know I don’t mind. I won’t call you out on the need for comfort. Talk to me. What happened?

Alright, alright. I get it. Yeah. I don’t even fucking know. That fucking...The hacker shit from last night hit. And all of a sudden, he’s talking to me like I’m hiding something. Like I’ve done something. I tell him I’m not- he knows everything, more than anyone else aside from my brother. i got angry because- I mean, are you fucking kidding me? And he starts fucking popping off! So I call him out on those texts he sent you, and he loses it on me. Starts talking about how upset he is that I didn’t tell him about us, and that we didn’t include him. And I...Can’t even go there. I can’t. I cannot go there or I will burn this place to the ground. An argument ensued, and he’s just...Talking to me however he wants. Undermining my Dominance at every turn. He told me he hates me. Told *me* that *he* was leaving. Didn’t ask permission, nothing. I...I told him if I allowed him to come back, he’d be in big fucking trouble. I told him he needed to remember how slaves released from a claim are looked at. He then told me about the numerous Dominants who would want him aside from me. He thinks he has options. I- Whatever. Whatever. He’s never indicated he had a problem with this before. He was the one instigating wanting to see it. Now all of a sudden it’s this big fucking thing and I....Whatever. 

I sucked your dick, how more trust earning can you get? Glad you gave in so quickly. Hey. What happened? I see you spinning out. 

Two different kinds of trust. I hear you. What happened? What didn’t happen? I’m sick of this shit. It isn’t worth it. This place isn’t fucking worth it. I think I need to dissolve my claim.

PM: Well, I’m not doing that. Let me in. If there’s anyone here that you can trust and that you know you can let in, it’s me. 

PM: Whatever. Door’s fucking open. I don’t think I can trust anyone anymore. 

PM: Hey now. Do you need me to head over?

PM: Nah. Don’t worry about it. I’m good. 

PM: Can I do anything? What’s wrong?

PM: You can fuck right the hell off, that’s what the fuck you can do.