Memoires of a Dom Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Memoires of a Dom Ch. 02

Emma

The first two of Emma's visits with me were not particularly memorable, outside of her trimmed physique that is. God, she has a killer body. Beyond that,vdon't get me wrong but nothing really stood out on a kinky side. Except for a few facts that I liked; she had almost no sexual experience when she first came in, but is very open in doing new things.

She later told me quite openly that she liked everything that was done to her during our sessions and was happy to explore new things, instead of the vanilla stuff she'd done earlier. I think she had some kind of sexual awakening and looked for me as a way to start exploring.

And so it happened that earlier this week Emma called the number of 'the office' to ask if I was available in the same week. Luckily for us both, I was able to move some of my private engagements around to meet her today.

It doesn't happen often that someone asks to meet only a few days in advance, which is why I'm curious to hear her reason for that today. Though honestly, I suspect that I know the reason already. It's usually just a variety of the usual reasons to stop after. 'Just one last time' is what the addict says, shortly after proclaiming there's no addiction to begin with.

Perhaps, something has changed in a person's live that leaves her 'unable' to continue. Among which a new love usually plays a part. I just hope its not shame of her newfound fetish and that she feels she need to stop all activities asap. Though ...

... usually those don't call back at al, but its of course difficult to know for sure to know why someone isn't calling anymore. Best not to dwell.

It's a hot summer day and Emma enters the office exactly on time in a petite summer dress. Like the last two sessions, Emma's clothes and accessories are clearly expensive. So expensive even, that it tells me that she's either rich herself, or more likely her parents are. More so, because she can't be older than 24.

She's a natural blonde to the point it could be even called white hair. With her hair straight perfectly and no longer than her neck, and never a hair out of place. As a man who's seen a lot of female bodies, I like how her petite frame matches her perky ass and a perfect shaped b-cup to boot. In some ways, my dream. If I were monogamous or otherwise bound to just one singular partner, of course.

Somewhere during our previous session we explored a bit of anal, amongst some minor flogging and other things. When the session was over we evaluated intimately. She noted that she'd like some follow-up of anal play next time. But most of all, it was just about more 'new stuff' beyond anything else. Who am I to say no to her?

"Hi Emma, how are you?" I ask politely as she hangs her purse on the coat rack, without needing to be told. She turns to me demurely and looks to the ground as she answers. "Good, sir. Thank you for asking. How are you?" She asks politely and submissively.

Someone has been preparing for this ...