Though I had worked off-and-on as a professional Dominatrix during college, I now did it strictly for fun. I had left the coast and the ocean I loved so much, moving to the cold, gray ski resort town not long after graduating. My career paid more than enough to meet my expenses, but I quickly grew bored with my much calmer life and decided to place an ad online.
As this was merely a hobby I felt comfortable charging about three times my previous rate in an effort to raise my level of clientele. I also felt I could be more choosy, playing with the people and fetishes that appealed to me, rather than conforming to someone else's fantasy.
I lived in a nice condo complex, filled mostly with single executives, which was often used as a vacation retreat for wealthy travelers. I contacted the condo's agency and was able to purchase a second smaller unit. This was a studio, formerly used as a nanny's apartment, which was directly beneath my own unit. Once the paperwork was complete I went to work designing my ideal 'dungeon', including a set of stairs leading directly to my apartment, hidden behind a locked door.
With the details now complete, I began to sort through my potential clients. I work in a highly specialized field, which paid well without having to work excessive hours. Aside from going to the gym and a little volunteer work, my schedule was fairly open.
I cultivated a small group of eager clients. Most were high-powered business executives in the area. Several frequented the area on 'get-aways' from their normally busy lives. Most were men, but there were a couple of women in the mix as well.
I required each to book in 2-4 hour blocks of time, and I dictated when they were expected to return. I also required a mandatory (paid) introductory visit, which was simply a question and answer period about preferences and past experiences. I required each client to give me their employment information, along with family contacts, which helped ensure their compliance. I stopped advertising after the first month, gaining new clients simply through word-of-mouth referrals.
As I said, most of my clients were highly-paid, well connected individuals, as those tended to be the ones who could afford my services. Then there were the special cases, such as the cop who I used to service other clients, the restaurant manager who would comp my meals and the concierge who gave me access to free rooms when I needed. These I always kept close, as they were unable to refuse me anything I desired.
It was the concierge, a blubbering fool I call maggot, who led to the exciting adventure I wish to share with you today. My day didn't start out well. I was working my day job, when maggot phoned me. Though my clients have my number, they are not to call me unless instructed to do so. Since he did not have my permission, I ignored the call and continued with my work.
I was next annoyed by several text messages and email notifications. Growing frustrated I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring. "What the fuck do you want, maggot?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you Mistress," he gushed, almost sounding breathless. "There is a VIP guest here who is interested in your services. He is willing to pay triple your normal rate if you would be able to make time for him today Mistress."
I hesitated long enough to do some quick calculations. Triple my already inflated rate would put a fair dent into my construction costs. I was intrigued, yet cautious. "And what does he expect for triple my rates?"
"Only to serve you, Mistress, however you see fit." He paused, then continued in a lower voice, "I think, Mistress, you would not be disappointed if you were to at least meet with him."
Something in his tone caught my attention. He was trying, respectfully, to pressure me, which is completely out of character for him. "Is he there with you now, maggot?"
"Yes Mistress." I could tell by his voice he was relieved I caught on.
"A VIP guest, huh? Am I to understand that you mean someone famous, boy? Someone truly worthy of my time and attention"
"Yes Mistress," he answered without explaining more.
"You know I have standards, boy. And I have work to do," I stopped to gather my thoughts. "Alright, if he is interested I want a well written e-mail from him detailing his past experiences and expectations for the meet, as well as age and physical description. If you need to, send it through your e-mail, but I want it in 60 minutes, and you know that really means 45. Then I will consider if I need to re-arrange my schedule or not. Do you understand me, maggot?"
"Yes Mistress, thank you."
"And you know you're going to pay for disturbing me, don't you, fucker?"
"Yes Mistress," he mumbled, clearly not happy. I hung up the phone, disgusted with him, and needing to return to my work.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive an e-mail notification 25 minutes later. I read through the letter, which was shorter than I would have like, but well written. The mysterious HE detailed minimal experience aside from a professional Dominatrix in London and self-experimentation. He claimed to be an athlete, a diver and martial artist, with good stamina and a high pain tolerance, who rarely had to capitulate to others (yes, that's the word he used). He described himself as mid-thirties, short brown hair, average height with a trim and fit physique.
He sounded like just my cup of tea. I don't know many athletes, and so hadn't the faintest clue who this person might be, but I knew what I was going to do with him. I spent the next 15 minutes making phone calls, changing my schedule and making arrangements for the mystery man. After the given 60 minutes had lapsed I call the maggot and told him to bring the mystery man over to my place, and to plan on staying at least 4 hours.
I returned home and quickly readied myself by taking a quick shower and choosing an outfit to wear. Though I was intrigued by this new sub I was still pissed my day had to be rearranged. I decided to let my anger show through my wardrobe. I chose a red silk corset, laced just right so that my nipples were covered but my breasts pushed up and out. Next I chose some black silk stalkings suspended with a black garter connected to the corset, topped with black silk panties.
Last to go on were my favorite pair of boots, black leather which laced tightly to the knee, emphasizing the luscious shape of my calves raised by four inch heels. I completed the look with some heavy eye make-up, pulling my long dark hair into a high pony tail. I slipped a necklace over my head, my master set of keys, which I tucked between my boobs and into the corset. Looking in the mirror I decided I was ready, in more ways than one.
