COACHING - CHAPTER 0

WHEN THIS WEB WENT FROM TUAMO TO XTUDR, THE STORIES THAT EXISTED, APPARENTLY, DISAPPEARED. AS I HAVE FOUND A COPY OF THE ONES I UPLOADED BACK THEN, I WILL PUBLISH THEM AGAIN.

This story is a work of fiction, although it closely resembles what I would like to experience with a submissive (here it doesn’t make sense to call him a slave). I warn those who are eager that this prologue does not contain any titillation... The titillation begins - and always in moderation - from the next chapter.

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All my students packed their things. The last session of the Study Techniques Course had ended. I felt satisfied because all the classes had gone quite well, and the students had generally been attentive and cooperative.

"Do you have a moment?" I heard behind me a few minutes later while I was disconnecting my laptop from the multimedia projector. I turned around. One of the students from the course was standing by the classroom door.

"Sure," I replied.

"I wanted to thank you for the course and let you know that I found it very useful. The September exams I have in a few days, I'm much better prepared for than I thought with everything I’ve learned here."

"I’m glad," I said. "Hey... Miguel, right? If you have a moment for a coffee, I’d like you to tell me how you’ve experienced the course... I mean, how you've been putting into practice the techniques I explained to you... All that is useful for me to make adjustments for the next time I teach it."

Miguel agreed. We went to a café where he explained which parts he found easiest, which techniques were more difficult, and a few aspects that he didn’t find useful for his specific subjects. After all that, we continued talking about his life. Everyone had introduced themselves on the first day, but he reminded me that he was 22 years old, studying first year of a higher level vocational training in Social Integration, that he was from a town almost an hour away, and that it was daunting to think about the start of the next course.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm very inconsistent. My parents in the town never cared much about whether I studied or not... In fact, when I dropped out of school after finishing compulsory education, they just shrugged and said, 'well, okay'... So I helped my dad on the farm... When I asked to come to Murcia to study last year, it was again 'well, okay'... But they’ve never encouraged me to do anything, they haven't insisted that I study..."

I laughed out loud.

"That's what most students would want: parents who don’t nag them."

"Yes... but I lack consistency, I lack discipline, and being in a student apartment helps me very little: my roommates have even less willpower, and they don’t think about studying too much."

From there, an interesting debate arose about his desire to make the most of his time, to ear...