Stories from a Dominant
Melissa
Chapter 1
7.55pm. My watch beeps as I step out of the car, 5 minutes early for an appointment, as usual. In my five years since leaving the military, many habits have faded, some for the best, but punctuality isn’t one.
It doesn’t really seem fair to let down my guests, as I like to call them, when they are usually so eager to learn, to comply, and to behave – even when they’re trembling with nerves.
I smirk as I think back to my first guest, as I scan the front windows of my own house, noting that every blind is drawn as instructed. She’s ready.
It’s a bit of an odd setup I have for my guests, but it works for me. To give you a bit of context, I live in the rear of the house, which is completely sealed off from the front ‘office’.
I discovered many years ago that leaving first and allowing my guests to visit the office – without me there – letting themselves in, and signalling with the blinds when they were ready, solved so many problems of a semi-professional BDSM life.
The privacy was real; none of my guests felt that they had to hide their names, or their family pictures, before I came. I wasn’t invading their lives. They could enjoy this as a true escape, a holiday of the kinkiest kind, away from all reminders of home. It allowed for a lot of “honey I’m home” roleplays. And most importantly, it felt safe. Or at least I hope it did.
I always gave them half an hour to look around, become familiar with the layout of the house, know that their car was metres away if they wanted to leave, enjoy the tastefully erotic artwork, and start to piece together that I wasn’t a serial killer.
I read the back and forth emails with this guest one last time. Mel was just a touch over 40 but from her photos, looked a decade younger, with a great body, long brown hair and a stunning smile. In her own words, hadn’t played like this before. She described herself as self sufficient, sensual, and open to exploring. My perfect match.
It didn’t take long in our email chit chat before Mel assured me that she wasn’t that kinky, and maybe I was more up her housemate’s alley. And yet – here she was. Knowing that this was going to be the least vanilla experience of her life.
After a bit more digging, I discovered that Mel liked it rough and to bend her limits, two phrases I always found to be far too vague and covered a plethora of sins, but she’d simply told me she was separated at the first mention about marital status. I wasn’t going to push. I’m not a homewrecker, but if someone comes to me in their own time to explore their bodies, who am I to stop them?
7.58pm. I had one last gulp from my water bottle as the last remaining rays of sunlight disappeared, then touched up my cologne – strong and intoxicating but not offensive, and checked my breath and my clothes. I looked good. I was ready. And according to the blinds, she was too.
I locked my car and walked to my front door, firmly gripping my key in one hand. As the key slid into the lock and I began to turn the handle, I listened intently and heard a small gasp as Mel presumably steadied her nerves one last time.
They all do that in the ultimate combination of fear, excitement, and arousal. It’s probably my favourite sound to be honest, and my second favourite moment. My favourite moment is seeing their face for the first time as the door swings open.
And with that, I very slowly and deliberately creaked the door open to see what was in store for me today. I was not disappointed.
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Feedback very welcome. This story is half seated in reality, but mostly written as a prelude to me meeting Melissa (not her real name) in a few days time. I’ll update with a mix of our actual adventures, fantasy, and a bit of erotic storyteller licence shortly. Xoxo
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7nq2h5/stories_from_a_dominant_melissa_chapter_one_mf
Oooh, yes please! ;) Very nice.