My name is Paul. I'm a single guy, 27, and reasonably attractive. I'm the junior man in a suburban accounting firm with five senior accountants and a number of administrative personnel. I live and work in the same county in which I was born and raised to about age 10 when we moved to a large city. When I got my CPA license and started job hunting I was attracted to the opening 'back home' since City life no longer appealed.
Based on my junior status, my academic resume which includes degrees from two prestigious schools and my appearance, numerous public relations and marketing gigs for the firm get assigned to me. One of the most recent was to give lectures on changes to the tax laws and some other topics. The audiences were usually community groups around the county with an average age for the participants more than double mine. Not very exciting for me but I enjoyed feeling important at the front of the room and my presentations seemed well received.
I was quite taken aback when a sexy woman of about my age started walking up to me at a break during a recent lecture. She was tall- perhaps 5ft 8in or so. Her body looked long and well-shaped with noticeably large breasts topping off the attractive package. My eyes locked onto her large bust as she was 20 feet from the podium. I was captivated by the obvious size of her tits and by the little bounce I could see with each step she took. My eyes stayed on her chest for too long and resisted my gentlemanly attempts to rise to her face. I was embarrassed as I finally looked her in the eyes- expecting she had a question about something I'd said and afraid she'd call me out on my boorish eyes.
Instead, the woman looked at me quizzically for a few seconds and then said, "You don't recognize me, do you?"
Now I had a second reason to be embarrassed. My mind raced as I tried to remember who this was and how I could possibly have forgotten her. In addition to her busty body her face was very pretty and her shoulder- length hair looked shiny and soft. She was tall and fit- being top heavy made her perfect in my mind. In the seconds I stood dumbly I knew her face was vaguely familiar but I just couldn't place it.
My visitor broke the silence by saying, "I'm hurt that you've forgotten me but to be fair we were only 10 when we last played together and I guess we've changed a bit. I'm Sunny from our old neighborhood; ring any bells?"
"Sunny? Sunny... of course, but in fairness, you've changed a lot! I can now see hints of the face of the ten-year girl old climbing trees with me but the young woman standing here doesn't look like she climbs trees anymore. Wow. It's good to see you."
"Well, as I walked up here it seemed you were most happy to see my chest but I'm used to that so I'll forgive you. Can we get coffee or something after the lecture?"
I quickly agreed to have a drink with Sunny and mumbled an apology for staring at her body. The break ended and I tried to regain my focus on taxes. My eyes kept falling on the sexy woman in the back row and my mind kept jumping from the young Sunny as a tomboy to the current Sunny with the truly hot body. Thoughts of how I might get to enjoy her big tits were frequently messing with how I spoke about capital gains and other matters of less importance than Sunny's bra size.
Finally, my lecture was over. I did my best to not be rude while trying to quickly get through the usual questions from the older ladies in the audience. I was finally able to break away and escorted Sunny out of the building. In the parking lot we settled on having a drink at the bar in a local hotel and agreed that Sunny would ride with me and I'd return her to her car later.
In the car, our conversation flowed easily through the basics. I think we were each pleased to learn that the other was single and not in any committed relationship. Matters of less importance like our respective educations were also covered. My career choice was obvious and didn't need much detail added. When I asked about Sunny's employment, I was puzzled by her, "I'll tell you about that at the bar. We'll be there soon and I'll want to give you a little background."
That answer hung in the air for remainder of the trip. I couldn't imagine what she wanted to explain. I wondered if she'd just gotten out of jail or might be a hooker or porn star. Her body was good enough for those careers and I started to fantasize about her in porn with an as-yet unknown stage name.
We got to the hotel and found a nice private booth in the bar. A waitress took our order promptly and left us with enough privacy that I could say, "Okay, what's the big mystery about your job?"
Sunny smiled and said, "I'm a dominatrix."
"Seriously? I assumed your delayed answer about your job meant it was unusual and I've been fantasizing about what it could be but I must admit I didn't think of dominatrix. Tell me how you got started in that and give me a little description of what you do. I only know what I've seen in movies and don't know if what I've seen is accurate."
"You probably thought I was going to say I was an actress in porn movies. Right?"
"That was one of my images. If it's not too boorish to say, you obviously have a very sexy body so I assumed your secret career might well involve your sex appeal."
"I'd guess you also thought I might say I'm a call girl. I noticed your erection in the car so I'm pretty sure you were fantasizing about me as a sex worker in one way or another. I'm turned on that I gave my old playmate a hard on without any touching or even mentioning sex."
"I confess. Yes, I was conjuring up some sexy images of you and my cock did rise. I'm a red-blooded guy and you're a very attractive woman. I'd be ashamed if I didn't get hard thinking of you naked."
"Okay. Let's stop there for a moment. I should mention that I have a day job as a nurse in a senior housing facility but I'm sure you're more interested in my second job. As a dominatrix I don't get naked nor do I have sex with my clients. They aren't allowed to even touch me in any sexual manner. I do dress provocatively and use my sexuality in my role play but that's very different from being a call girl or porn actress. Do you understand that?"
I said that I understood the difference and that from movies I had that same distinction in mind- being a dominatrix didn't mean you had sex. MI asked how one gets started in that job and how her typical client made contact. I said I didn't know if she worked on her own or in a Club and asked her to give me an idea of a typical day in her life.
Sunny explained that her body had developed in her third and fourth years of high school. At college she was constantly fending off guys. Her roommates were also attractive and received more male attention then they wanted. This led to their joking that the boys would do anything they- the girls, wanted. That in turn led to jokes about whipping the desperate guy in exchange for just a touch or a simple kiss. They started using the terms like 'dominate' for their aloof attitude and 'submission' for the guys' willingness to humble themselves for a crumb of attention.
In freshman and sophomore year it had all been just fun talk among the girls. By the beginning of junior year one of the group had a boyfriend and it became evident that their relationship was pretty close to the joking that had been thrown around. The guy bought the girl lots of nice clothes and jewelry and seemed to love any attention she gave him. She was frequently harsh in comments to him about his appearance but he seemed to worship her even more to seek her favor.
Another girl got turned on by seeing this and started to bully her own boyfriend. To the surprise of the other girls, he didn't object. He seemed eager to please and fell into a submissive role to his newly assertive mate.
The other girls were in awe of these two Dom-sub pairings and someone suggested they could start a business as professional dominatrices. "Pay me and I'll beat you," became an inside joke among the group.
Sunny said at roughly this same time, she had an internship in a large office on the other side of town from the college campus. She was the hot girl intern among an office full of horny guys ranging in age from 20 to 60. Many of the guys asked for dates but she refused them all. With a couple she joked about being a dominatrix and not the sweet intern they thought she was. They guys laughed. One of the guys- married and in his thirties- approached her privately and said if she'd been serious, he'd pay $500 for an evening of Dom-sub play.
Despite her fear of getting fired and her lack of experience, she took up his offer. She borrowed a riding crop and some rope from a friend who rode horses. She bought an inexpensive black bustier that she could wear with black stockings and 4-inch heels. He borrowed an apartment from a friend for the evening and their session was all set.
Sunny said that first session went remarkably well. She enjoyed teasing the guy and leaving welts on his ass with her crop. He couldn't take his eyes off of her tits that were boldly displayed by the bustier. He winced at each strike from the crop but never cried out or used his safe word. Sunny found it hard to believe but the client had a raging hard-on throughout the session and brought himself off violently when Sunny eventually gave him permission to touch himself. He'd tipped her $200 in addition to the agreed upon $500 and had suggested that perhaps they could see each other again in a month or so.
On the day following that session, Sunny called some of her friends together and recounted her experience. Within a few hours two girls had agreed to join with Sunny in a business offering domination services but no sex or other illegal activity. Within days they'd created a website, a non-disclosure agreement and some outlines of services that could be offered. With pooled funds they bought several leather outfits, soft bondage rope, leather cuffs and restraining straps and several crops and floggers. They each researched as much as possible about domination and discussed their findings to improve everyone's professionalism.
Sunny said that within a month they were getting numerous bookings and within 3 or 4 months were busy with new and repeat clients. During their senior year two sophomores joined the business and took it over after the founders' graduation. Sunny became self-employed while getting her masters and was continuing on her own since the money was great.
Finally, Sunny said, "So, Paul, I've been watching you as I explained all of this. You haven't run away and you still seem to have a hard-on."
"I'm thinking back to a time when we were ten. You pinned me down and spanked my bottom. I was too embarrassed to tell my mom why the front of my shirt was so dirty. I guess I was your first client."
"But I didn't charge since you were my boyfriend."
