Memoires of a Dom Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Memoires of a Dom Ch. 02

... conversation.

I answer honestly "Can't complain, now you're here. But I would like to touch upon something before we continue. Is there something I should know why you wanted to meet with urgency? I don't mean to pry, of course." I emphasize the last bit to make sure she understands that I value her privacy, even though I'm quite curious. Somewhere in my mind, I'm also keeping in mind that she didn't like something in our last session somehow.

"Well, to be honest..." she starts hesitantly "I have met someone and we have our third date tomorrow, and it's getting pretty serious fast. So I'll likely stop hiring you for our sessions after today. Sorry!" She ends with a shy and apologetic smile. Of course. She doesn't owe me anything, the last of which is an apology. But I value her honesty. Most clients just ghost me.

"I'm happy for you. Even though I'm also sorry to hear this will likely stop. Is he a dominant too?" I answer with a question to step over the ending part. It wouldn't be the first time I was kept 'on the side' as a way for someone to vent or express her kinks.

She smiles regretfully as she answers, which somehow drops my heart before her words come out of her mouth. "No, somehow I don't think so. But we'll see. He's just a really nice guy. Handsome too, haha!" She ends with us laughing.

"Ok ok. Happy to hear it at least. I'll be here hoping for the phone to ring nonetheless." I smile my devious smile as I stand up from the couch. I uncoil a leash and ...

... collar from my hand on the ground before her.

"Why don't we get started with the little time we have left. Please unclothe yourself and put this on and crawl inside to me, okay?" I command while giving her the illusion of a question. As I turn around and cross the entrance of the play room she's already undressing herself.

Good girl.

I walk over the padded floor as I raise my voice to ensure she hears me in the office area. "You should enter the room on your knees with the leash in your mouth like the good bitch you are." I wait for her on the bar stool. Not only is the padded floor easy to clean but also comfortable for someone to kneel on. I muse to myself while awaiting her entry.

A few moments later she enters the room like instructed. The rich girl's air has dissolved completely as she's crawling uncertainly towards me. Her small breasts wiggle with each bit of movement and her ass is slowly shifting as if she's dancing in slow motion. "Stop right there. That's far enough for now." I bark at her.

She jumps at my voice but remains motionless otherwise. "Good girl. You please me like this." I tell her earnestly. I kneel next to her. "Show me your breasts Emma" I tell her with a smile. She gets up on her knees like me, while she keeps looking at the ground.

She could've become one hell of a sub and made someone very happy, instead she'll wind up as someone's vanilla missionary fuck.

I ponder to myself annoyed as I roll some clamps between my fingers. I ...