Ahsan Singh

Wyatt: Thank you, Sir, I'll be sure to pass the compliment on to Master Deven. The library is good for me. Should I bring you a coffee or something to drink, Sir?

Wyatt: Thank you Sir, I am the submissive, so it seemed appropriate that I should reach out to you. I don't have a preference Sir, I'm comfortable wherever. thank you for asking. Where would you be most comfortable?

Wyatt: Hi Sir Ahsan. How are you tonight? Have you seen that we were paired together for Sir Darrean's event this weekend? How would you like to do this, Sir?

Hi, love. How are you feeling about this pairing thing?

@sirahsansingh​

Hello my love. Come lay with me while we talk. I want you near. I feel okay. I think it’s a good idea, it’ll get people talking and meeting. Get everyone out of their bubbles for a while. How are you feeling? Who are you paired with?

Just be you, that will make me stay. Without skipping a beat, he added out loud with no sign. “My Ahsan. Be my Ahsan.” His hands roamed along the other man’s arms again after he repeated the man’s name through the use of the name sign he’d given him that was a combination of eye and beautiful, running from the shoulders down to the wrists and back again before lifting to sign again. I don’t need anything in particular. I’ve never really been swayed one way or another. I understand the lifestyle, I can definitely behave well enough to prove that we’re worthy of a claim. I can be tested, with you. For exams too, we would get A+. But I don’t need anything but you. I know this. I feel like… you’ve opened my eyes to more of the world. I don’t feel like I have to be one specific way anymore, the perfect Submissive. I can be that, and when I am that I want to be submitting under you, but I don’t need to be that. I remember what you said about wanting to be Ahsan sometimes, not always Sir. I understand that better now, I think. We can do both lives. Or just one. Or neither. As long as I have you, I’m happy.

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Yes. I mean it. I love you. Again, he let the sign hang in the air. Then he leaned in to steal a kiss, quick, hands caressing both sides of Ahsan’s neck. If Ahsan wanted to hold him and couldn’t make his body do it, Ambrose would help. He took both of his Sir’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers and squeezing before drawing those hands back behind himself, placing them on his lower back, then letting go. Ahsan would have to let go to keep talking with sign, but that was okay. Ambrose would put those hands right back a thousand times. I want you to claim me too, I meant that too.

The words hit Ahsan like a ton of bricks, his heart stopping yet beating rapidly simultaneously. After several moments, the Dominant brought a hand up, mirroring the sign directly against the Submissive’s own. Their hands stayed there, mirroring each other in their sign and expression of love as Ahsan looked into his man’s eyes. I mean it too, Ambrose. He signed once he allowed himself to move. The feeling of Ambrose’s hands against his skin helped to ground the Dominant, and he leaned further into the other. He allowed his hands to be guided, squeezing Ambrose’s own. I want that too, Ambrose. I want to claim you. I’ve been yours since the first night we spent together. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Ambrose. Never. And I never will. I just want...To give you everything. Everything. I want to start working towards a claim, but I know that there are a lot of things that have to happen before that gets approved. And even though I’m a Dominant, I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll say or do the wrong thing. That I won’t make you happy. That you won’t want to be with me anymore. You know that to get into a claim, the Headmistress has to see evidence of us in the lifestyle. Working together. Working together in our rules. I...Do you want that? Do you want to explore the dynamic more? I...What do you want, within the claim? What do you need from me? What can I do to make you stay?

Now placed in Ahsan’s lap on his own accord and free will, Ambrose ran his fingers through the other man’s hair as he signed to him. His expression told how concerned he was. You can do any of those things, and you can do none of those things. It’s okay, we’ll get through this. You’re more than good enough, you are the sweetest man I know. I want you to claim me. I love you. He let that sign hang in the air.

Ambrose’s fingers running through his hair felt like heaven, better than anything he’d felt in so long. Ahsan looked up at the man, eyes wide as he took in what was being said. In theory. My mind and body just aren’t connecting right now. I’m sorry. I can’t express how grateful I am to you for being here. For doing all you’re doing. And putting up with me. We will? You- Ambrose- do you- You want me to claim you? Do you mean that? You said...That’s the sign for I love you. Is that what you’re saying, Ambrose? Am I right?

Ambrose ran, he did not walk, to Ahsan’s suite. He’d only been gone for two minutes prior to getting the PM, and he’d only been gone to get some food for their dinner. With a few spices and ingredients in hand, he made his way back into Ahsan’s suite, dropped everything in a chair without a care, and found Ahsan, took him by the shoulders, led him to the couch, sat him down, and positioned himself in his lap. I’m here. I want you too, my Ahsan. My Sir. Tell me what you want, my sweet angel. I’m here.

Ahsan was standing in the kitchen when Ambrose entered, leaning against the counter with his head in his hands. Depression was something he’d struggled with for his entire life, but more often than not he was able to keep things in check. Recently, that hadn’t been the case. He felt bad, and guilty, about exploding on the dash as he had. But, in moments when things weren’t in check, he could become rather impulsive. It hurt, thinking he might have genuinely hurt or upset Ambrose in some way. The only person who had been there for him, despite his status and his former party boy lifestyle. When he was lead to the couch, he wanted to wrap Ambrose in his arms, to hold him, to cry, to do something. But, all he could bring himself to do was sit. He nodded at Ambrose’ words, taking a few moments to formulate his own response. You are. Thank you. I just...I don’t know. I want to cry but I can’t. I want to scream but I can’t. I want to hold you, but I can’t. I feel useless. All of this is just too much. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m not good enough for you. 

PM: You can talk to me, if you want to let go of some of that weight. I want to be here for you, to support you and help you. Maybe it is your mind, but we can talk about why you feel like that even though you see me everyday. What do you need? I want to see you happy. Let’s go sit on the couch and lay down and cuddle.

PM: I know. You’re so sweet. I just don’t want to burden you, Ambrose. You’re so happy, and you do so much. I know that I see you every day. It’s not that. Maybe I just don’t know how to explain it. Maybe I want more. Maybe I want something you don’t. I don’t know. I need...I don’t know what I need anymore. I’m just having a hard time. That sounds good. My door is open to you. I just want...I don’t know. I just want you. 

Ahsan. What can I do?

Hey, Ambrose. It’s okay, I’m alright. I’m just feeling the weight of a few things right now. I’ll be okay. Thank you for asking, good boy. 

PM: Are you doing okay? I feel like I haven’t seen you as much recently. Maybe that’s just my mind playing tricks on me. 

“Hi. I had a thought. Do you want to bake the next batch of treats I make for you with me? So you can tell me if I’m not doing something right, or if your family did something different. I want to improve on my cooking for you, I want to give this complex cuisine the attention it deserves. And you deserve.” Hi.

@sirahsansingh​

“Hi yourself, sweetheart. That’s a good thought, I really like it. I would cherish the chance to bake with you, Ambrose. I’ll bet you’re doing everything right, but I could also teach you a few new things if you wanted? Some things my mom and grandma always made for us. You are so sweet, come here. I need to kiss you, first. How have you been doing? I see everything you’re doing with the ASL Club, you’re so great. A natural born leader, my sweetie.”

As promised, I am back with a more in-depth post about what I’ve been working on over the past couple of weeks. Without further delay, I’d like to officially invite each and every one of you to TGA’s first ever REJUVENATION RETREAT! I’ve been thinking about putting something like this together for a while, and I’m really excited to finally see it come to fruition. There are going to be a lot of moving parts to this, so bear with me while I get through everything! I hope at the end, you’ll all feel moved and inclined to join in on the fun!

It’s no secret that yoga, meditation, and connecting with the higher self are all parts of my kooky preachings I’ve spewed on campus since the day I got here- and I don’t just mean this time around. But, they aren’t just that- they’re things I personally live by, and teachings/practices I wholeheartedly believe could benefit each and every person on campus. So, as we collectively come out of what has undeniably been another majorly divisive shift here at the Academy, I think now is the perfect time to focus on re-centering, relaxing, refreshing, and rejuvenating ourselves. 

Over the course of this weekend, myself and several other amazing students here will be hosting a series of workshops, all designed to help everyone get back to what really is important- mental, spiritual, and emotional health, as well as bonding and building positive and healthy relationships with those around us. These workshops will be interactive, educational, but most of all, they’ll be fun! Now, you don’t have to attend every single one to participate in the retreat, feel free to pick and choose which most speak to you! But, below I’ll leave a list of the workshops, including times, locations, and short descriptions of each. If everyone who wants to participate could reply letting me know which workshops you plan to attend, AND WHO YOUR PARTNER WILL BE for the partners workshops that would be great! Please remember that if you don’t have a partner, please let me know so I can pair people up! I want to make sure I have enough supplies and space for all! I’m really looking forward to this, and I hope to see everyone out, even if it’s just for one or two! As motivation, for every workshop you attend, your name will be placed in a raffle for a large prize-basket, the contents of which will include but not be limited to gift cards, self-care kits, yoga supplies, art supplies, and a few fun but educational books/materials to help in your quest for relaxation and self-discovery! 

SATURDAY-  10:00 AM: Morning Meditation Workshop- Learn about the mental, emotional, and physical benefits of participating in morning meditation, while gaining the practice you need to participate on your own! 11:00 AM: Food and You- Cover the basics of nutrition, the importance of reading food labels, and learn about the real impact your diet has on your body- physically, and otherwise. 12:00 PM: Journal it Out- Spend an hour discussing various journaling techniques and types, as well as its benefits! Participants will receive their very own leatherbound journals to take from the workshop! 1:00 PM-3:00 PM: LUNCH 3:00 PM: Mental Health and You- In an ever-changing world, where opinions on mental health, its definition, and how to best help and improve it are constantly being shoved into our faces, take the time to learn about the true meaning of mental health, how to recognize the warning signs of fatigue and burnout, and what steps you can take to prevent things from spiraling! 4:00 PM: Yoga for Beginners- Join us for this session on the basics of yoga, including discussion of its health benefits. Get started on your yoga journey! Each participant will receive a free yoga mat to take back with them!

SUNDAY- 11:00 AM: Art Therapy- Join a fun session centered around the benefits of using art to cope, improve mood, mental health, and as a de-stressor from life’s pressures.  12:00 PM: Music Therapy- Learn the benefits of using music as a medium to improve mental health, work through stress and emotion, and as a way to relieve yourself of life’s tension.  1:00 PM-2:30 PM: LUNCH 2:30 PM: Couples Yoga- The benefits of yoga go beyond those achieved on your own. Learn how to strengthen your relationship while strengthening your core with this couple’s yoga how-to. *THIS WORKSHOP REQUIRES PARTICIPATION WITH A PARTNER 3:30 PM: Who Are You, Anyway?- A workshop focused on YOU! Spend time in discussion forums, taking self-discovery quizzes, and learning about understanding all the things that make you, you! 4:30 PM: Sexual Healing- End this weekend retreat with a workshop that offers exactly what it sounds like- tips and education on foreplay techniques, exploration and demonstration of various kinks, erotic massage, and other methods of self-care through sexual discovery and healing. All participants will go home with a goodie bag full of fun, sensual toys and treats. *THIS WORKSHOP REQUIRES PARTICIPATION WITH A PARTNER

@tgaimportant​

Darrean, what an excellent idea. I’ve said it before, but you continue to display exemplary leadership skills. Organizational skills as well. Very impressive. I’ve seen Ambrose expressing interest in the event already, which makes me feel comfortable enough to assume he’d like to go. In that case, please sign us up for each workshop, and he will be my partner for the two couples workshops. Let me know if you need anything to help with this. 

Another day, another existential crisis for Dan. His brain was in overdrive, thinking of all kinds of possibilities. Some rational, most not at all- but then, that’s the funny thing about anxiety. It usually never is rational. At least not for Dan. Usually he can stave it off with various techniques- mindfulness, breathing exercises, etc., By the time the Dominant arrives, Dan is sufficiently embarrassed but is still very much in a state. He trembles from where he kneels, heart attempting to pound out of his chest cavity, head bowed, counting and counting. Losing count but still counting. He manages a slight nod of his head and a soft, “Y-yeah. Yeah. You can.”