This is what I do, or at least. What I like doing best. I have another Job, you know. I do this on the side. It's not like this can sustain me, at least not financially.
Physically and mentally however, I need this part of my life. I need to be dominant. But I dislike people knowing that about me. Not only that, but I never quite felt part of the whole bdsm scene.
Not for a lack of trying, if you must know. I just felt like everyone at some point just devolved more and more into their particular kink. They needed more and more to sustain themselves.
Whereas my kink was the same, always the same. I just love newbies. There's something about people who are new to their kink, new to their exploration. You can see them being both uncomfortably awkward and at the same time they want nothing more than the full experience.
My next client is a woman called Trish. She planned the appointment a little over a month in advance, which is uncommon but not all that surprising.
I've met a few others who did that because they had to arrange either the travel or for the physical marks to heal before returning home. Some are just waiting for the perfect excuse to get away unnoticed by the partner.
Keep in mind that It's not easy to admit to your friends or even family you like to get tied up for sexual gratification. Relationships have broken for less.
Whatever Trish's reason, I don't pry into those particulars, it's part of the reason I get paid for my role. I don't judge. I personally also keep every part of me anonymous and it's only natural that my clients want the same.
I don't want to know the background of each of my clients, if they're in a relationship or not. Let alone where they were born or what education they had. You'll never know when you touch upon a delicate subject and before you know it all they want is to talk.
I do however need to know what my client prefers and what her limits are. The small survey that I asked her to fill in as part of the scheduling process indicates we're pretty much aligned in our kinks. Though I made a mental note to double-check some of the answers that could be a bit more painful than it sounds like on paper.
I get hard wondering what she'll look like. Planning, or more like fantasizing what I could do to her. I hope she has the courage to get here. That's the downside of people new to the scene. They're very unpredictable to actually show up for their appointment.
Trish.
I sit on the couch of my small office like entry room. I take a sip from my sparkling water, while I continue to hope she actually shows up. Even though fifty percent is paid in advance, I'm always bummed when I get a no-show. Like I said earlier, I'm not in it for the money, it's just to have some insurance for the booking.
The small waiting room looks professional, even though its only a piece of plywood separated from my playroom. Still, it could look like an entry to a cheap small business factory or workshop.
For some reason it really helps if people don't immediately step directly into the playroom. Especially, with the first first-timers. I had to learn that the hard way. A few women just turned on their heels and left when they saw my toy collection upon arriving.
I'm just about done reading the news when I hear footsteps at the door, just as the bell rings. I get up and open the front door to see a woman in her mid thirties standing a few strides before me.
"Hi." I say semi casually, "do you have an appointment?" I ask, just to save myself the disappointment. She's hot. High heels, long ringlets of auburn hair, hazel eyes. It looks like she has long legs, but it's difficult to see under her coat that looks a bit too warm for this time of the year.
"Uhm, yes." She answers, while pulling on her sleeves insecurely. "With Luke". My cock twitches in response. Luke is not my real name, I have a different life which I like to keep separated from my kinky one. But to her, I'm Luke.
"Trish?" I ask, while I stick out my hand for her to shake. She takes it while she nods to me with her deep brown eyes averted. "Please come in, you're a bit early but I was waiting for you." She answers something that I don't quite catch, but I somehow have the feeling it was a gibberish remark from the nerves, so I just fake not noticing while I step into my entry room.
She steps inside as well and looks around to my humble abode. She looks at my plant, the coat rack, the small fake leather couch, the wooden stool and the white door to the next room, which is closed at the moment.
"Thank you for coming, Trish. So.. I'm Luke, nice to meet you. Probably, this is not quite what you expected, is it?" I ask because you could read it from her expression. Trish shakes her head in answer.
"Please, you can take your coat off, if you'd like. Would you like something to drink? A sparkling water, or some tea?" She looks at me and I see her level of confidence growing, as my words get through to her. "Yes, I'd like some tea if you have it. Thank you, that's very thoughtful."
I smile kindly while I turn on the water cooker and start preparing her tea while she hangs her coat. "I'd like us to sit here for a moment before we get started." I continue "It's to double check some of the formalities, if that's okay with you?"
I hear an almost inaudible affirmation while I see In the mirror how she carefully dons the coat and hangs it on the empty rack.
