I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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Other lucrative parts of my career take place online. Sometimes I feed on the incomes of business moguls I financially dominate, or I help fulfill the kinks and desires of long distance clients. Over the past few weeks, I've been transitioning from in person sessions to exclusively online sessions with clients before completely closing out my services as a Dominatrix for hire.
I may not be sexually intimate with my clients, but there are aspects within my current role that hold exchanges of sexual energy and involves levels of vulnerability and psychological intimacy that I want to devote solely to Kai.
I never imagined myself in a situation where I would willingly give up the career I've built around my passion for control and domination, but it was the easiest decision I've ever had to make. The sweet boy was so fucking worth it. Especially when I could look into those pretty green eyes of Kai's and know that he was as much mine and mine alone as I was his. Wholly, completely, and exclusively. I don't want to give the sweet boy any reason to doubt that I'm in this with him.
I have made a lot of money in the few years I've been doing this. Having a strong enough head on my shoulders to invest half of my income, my wealth grows even when I'm sitting on my ass.
But I won't be without anything to occupy my time during this transition (aside from the time I will devote to becoming impossibly more familiar with every inch of Kai's body). Word on the street is our boy Logan was up to no good and the state seized a majority of his assets – including Guilty Pleasures, the toy shop I met a flustered Kai for the second time. His (inevitable) loss was my gain. I planned on buying that shit out from under him and completely transforming the space. I had been taking business classes the past few years online for shits and giggles, but the act out of curiosity will soon pay off.
I couldn't help the smile that came to my face at the thought of owning a little boutique where I could personally curate the inventory of sex toys and BDSM paraphernalia, where I could style mannequins however I wanted. Corsets, bull whips, handcuffs, and lingerie of all colors and sizes were floating through my head. I could hold kink classes for newcomers to the kink world, or I sexual healing sessions in the lounge. So much space was just sitting there that Logan never used because he was a fucking idiot who lacked competence and creative vision.
Before leaving clients, however, I had to provide them with closure. Some of them I have seen for years, some I have formed unique friendships and connections with that deserve more than just my disappearance from the game entirely. I gave most of them final in person sessions before exchanging goodbyes. Some took it better than others, but that's to be expected. I assured them that we could stay in contact if they needed guidance in any way or for future events or networking opportunities.
I had notified all of my regulars, but I couldn't get a hold of Katherine. Because I'm an organized motherfucker who's dedicated to their job, I have a filing cabinet of past and present clients as well as their likes, desires, needs, and any other details I find important. I pull out Katherine's file to check for her contact information, when I notice something that completely slipped my mind.
