I picked up the cup, took a sip, then placed it back down on the desk next to the mouse. The warm coffee felt good on a cold evening like tonight. I normally don't have caffeine this late in the day but some days I just need that extra boost to get me over the finish line.
I propped my elbows on the table and leaned forward, cupping my head in my hands, pondering the effectiveness of the new profile. It has just enough of my breasts without breaking site policy. The picture clearly conveyed that I am a dominant woman, and the hair draping over my face accomplishes the goal of hiding my true identity. I can't even imagine what would happen if I were to be found out. My career would be over, my relationships would all suffer in some way, and I would no doubt be an embarrassment to my family. "Priority number one" I whisper under my breath.
Reaching for the mouse, I grab it and click, posting my revised dating profile. I got up from my desk and crossed the room, stopping by the kitchen to put my empty coffee cup on the counter before continuing to the bedroom.
I sat down at the edge of the my bed and stretched a few minutes, reaching for the ceiling with my hands then arching my back to loosen up some of the stiffness from the day. Slipping off my jeans, I half thought of just closing out my day now, even though it was only 8:00 PM. I wanted to simply hop into bed, slip under the covers with my phone, and drift off to sleep catching up on my messages. But instead, I headed to the shower to clean up first before tidying up some loose ends.
After showering and drying off, I pull out the low plastic clothing storage containers from underneath the bed. The container holds my 'dominant' clothing - the clothing that I don't want others to know about. I rummage through the container and pull out some low heel boots, a corset, and some other leathery and dark fetish clothes.
Sitting back down on the bed, I begin putting them on, one by one. I layer them in order, as if they were armor being donned before a tournament. And like armor, these trappings make me feel strong and invincible.
My heels strike the floor as I walk through the kitchen. I intentionally slow down, enjoying each time my foot hits the floor with a loud commanding thunk. I feel powerful and move with a purpose. Reaching the cellar door, I stop and unlatch the bolts. I flick the light switch at the top and then, with the same commanding gate, descend the wooden steps into the basement.
At the bottom, I take a moment to breath in the air, letting the distinct euphoric aroma of earth, musk, wood, and old house fill my lungs. It is a heady scent which always relaxes me and stirs up dark primal desires.
I walk over to the large kennel cage where Daniel is sleeping peacefully. I squat down quietly, as not to awaken him and find myself jealous of his slumber. For many long moments, I honestly debate waking him. But I want to rest myself and for me to do that, I need him out of my house. And for me to do that, I must fulfill my part of the bargain.
Daniel is my neighbor. He is actually quite a nice man. He has helped me out in the past, with cutting some of my hedges and lending me some of his yard tools. It's a shame that our friendship will have to change. We can never go back to just being neighbors.
I stand up and kick the cage a few time, thinking "But he brought this upon himself."
"I thought you had forgotten about me" my slave yawns then stretches his arms. "It's actually quite peaceful down here."
"We do this, and then it's done?" I ask, although more like a statement than a question.
"Yes" he says "of course. Done deal"
"And you will never tell anyone about *any* of this, correct?" I say firmly. "Not this basement, not my lifestyle, not what's going to happen tonight, and more certainly not about my on-line profile", I categorize just to be certain.
"No, that's what we agreed to" he confirms. "But... you and I are going to have fun tonight, right? That's the other half that you promised."
I heaved a long heavy sigh and then wave my hands in front of my breasts, showing the Mistress outfit and cleavage. "Helloooo" I reply "What do you think these are for?" I answer rhetorically.
Daniel seems content with that. He nods and then slowly looks me up and down, with greedy eyes "Ohhh Yea!"
I am instantly repulsed but manage to suppress my desire to beat him.
I detest this agreement. I don't resent him for finding my on-line Mistress profile. How can I; that was completely my fault for being so careless, telegraphing my life on the Internet and blindly posting all those photos of myself, thinking it wouldn't catch up to me someday. But I do abhor him for telling me about it. I abhor him for blackmailing me. I abhor him for threatening to leak my secret to the neighborhood. And I abhor him, just for being him, to my very core.
"Shall we begin?" I ask, trying to suppress my contempt, yet feeling it leak out at the edges.
"Yup, let's do this" he responds eagerly.
I bend down and put my face up to the cage. "Shhhhh" I whisper, putting my finger up to my lips. "You didn't do too well last time, earning you a long timeout" I reminded. "So let's try this again. What is my name?"
"Goddess" he replied, stoically.
"And what is your name" I say, not really asking.
"Daniel" he quips, trying to be funny.
With that, I stand and kick the cage and head towards the stairs, like before. "You can just sleep here tonight for all I care" then start heading up.
"No, wait! Wait!! I'll play along. I'll say what you want" he says soberly this time.
Walking back over, I look down at him in the cage. "This is not a game, slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes" he responds emotionless.
"You just earned one point for that foolishness" I say flatly. "Now what's my name?"
