𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 / 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

Which one of you geniuses over at McKinley thought it would be "good for the cause” to destroy perfectly good food instead of taking 30 seconds out of a 24-hour period to ask either myself or another Dominant for it? For those of you on my side of the fence who don’t already know, I’m referring to the situation in the Dalton cafeteria where the most edible thing here is currently Cheerios — the few I didn’t manage to step on because they’re all over the floor, anyway. If anyone would like to brainstorm punishment ideas for when the culprit is caught, feel free to reach out.

From the looks of it, I missed out on one heck of a good time last night. No matter; I’ll just have to make my own fun and creativity is one of my many strong suits. In the meantime, I suppose introductions are in order. Those of you at Dalton may call me Greyson. Slaves, the first or last word that comes out of your pretty little mouths needs to be Sir, but I’m sure you already know that — or at least you should because you’ve had a decade or longer to adjust to your lot in life. On the same note, I also need somebody to unpack my things and make me dinner. I realize it’s a tall order when most of the warm bodies at McKinley are spoken for right now, but it’s an order nonetheless.