Drive for Life

Sam chuckled, and clinked their flutes together in a toast. "I'll always make that toast," he smiled. "Based on my own time at the institute, things are always easier when the students stick together and help each other, so you're doing a great thing here," he nodded, as he glanced around at the people attending the event. Sam grinned, always happy to hear compliments about Owen. "He really knows how to run this place, he's amazing," he beamed happily.

Harper dipped his head gracious in the face of the compliment, but not sure he was doing much of anything. He still felt such a divide between himself and the other students. "I hope so." He read the look on Sam's face and was a bit overwhelmed by the love that he saw there. "It must be such a relief to have someone who is not only a loyal submissive, but also a partner in all aspects of life. I hope he's able to relax now and just enjoy the party."

Harper had managed to avoid the majority of physical touch by keeping a cut glass tumbler of brandy in one hand and a tray of champagne nearby that he could hand to newcomers on arrival. He wore his charcoal windowpane Tom Ford suit like a piece of armor along with a disarming smile. The party seemed to be at least a small success. Many people were deep in conversation in the main room and the demonstration rooms seemed to be popular. He was thinking he should make a round of the room when someone approached clearing just having arrived. He reached for a flute of champagne and held it out. "Welcome. I'm glad you could come."

Sam smiled at Harper, and nodded as he took the flute of champagne. He wasn't totally sure how much Harper wanted to avoid physical touch, so Sam made sure to not touch the other man's fingers when he took the glass. He also decided not to point out the event was happening in his hotel. "Glad I could, this is looking like a lot of fun," he chuckled. He knew he was long past needing points, but he wanted to show his support. "How are you doing?"

Harper recognized the handsome owner of the hotel. "Thanks to you and your excellent staff Mr. Evans." He held out his own flute to clink in toast. "I'm doing very well. It feels like it's been a donkey's years since I've thrown a party, but I'm glad to offer this to my fellow students. Everyone worked very hard over the semester and deserves to enjoy themselves, no expense spared." He nodded his head again. "I must tell you that Owen was indispensable. He is a wonder. I also appreciate that he allowed Christopher to help in my stead."

PM: Well when you put it like that, there's absolutely no way I can say no. So to answer your question, yes I'll go.

PM: Lovely. I look forward to seeing you there. If I don't find you, please do come and say hello, hm? We'll toast the summer and friendship.

PM: We all have our ways, I say.

PM: We do indeed.

PM: Those are some valid reasons for sure, but why do you want me to go?

PM: I want many people to come. As to you specifically, I consider you a friend. One of very few friends I have in this place. And one of only two people who I have done scenes with. I feel it will a somewhat stressful evening, but having a few people around who I know and trust will help.

So, for the entire month of July, I'm nothing but a cuck for my Dominant, Sam Evans - I'm not allowed to cum, but it is encouraged that I'm used to help others cum. It's also super, super encouraged that I sit by, edge and watch Sam with anyone else, and the more I get to do that, the happier I'll be.

You might come to enjoy the watching, Mr. Pierce. There's nothing quite as grounding as enjoying the pleasure of others. There is a power in it that I don't believe can be found many other ways.