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.