The Mistress

Chapter 1

Short first chapter! Lets goo!!

My eyes followed the water droplets  rolling down my cold glass. I glanced up, looking around the club. Observing the people tonight.

The same horny Dominants lurking, check.

The same dancing submissives, check.

Same old me in the corner watching, double check.

I let out a soft sigh before shaking my head. I enjoyed being here and yet I felt out of place.

I'm certain that at this point the dominats think that I'm some prude while the submissives like to believe that I play hard to get, so they try even harder for my attention.

I just haven't found a submissive I want to commit to yet. And I'd rather not fool with every other submissive around.  I don't mind the dominants that do, but it's just not my style.

Lost in my own train of thoughts I hadn't seen the submissive waiter in front of me until he started speaking.

"I- is there anything else I could get you Mistress Elle?" He softly asked.

I gave him a gentle smile, "No thank you, I'll be heading out soon." Dismissing him with a nod.

Glancing at my watch I realized that I had been lost in thought for quite some time. It was getting late and I had the opening shift tomorrow morning.

I got up from my seat, placed a couple of bills on the table and made my way out. Fully realizing that i had gotten the attention of a handful of people. .

Without looking at anyone I walked out towards my car. The cold city air wrapping around me as my breath made pillows of smoke.

As soon as I sat down in the car I turned the heat on before driving home.

Moments like these reminded me of how grateful I was for all I had.

Not taking seemingly simple things for granted has kept me humble. I always remember that I started from nothing. 

Slowly but surely I made a name for myself and my business started booming. Sure I don't make millions but I'm certainly not doing too bad.

I am currently the top pastry chef in the city of Los Angeles, and the one tiny studio I  started in has turned into four major patisseries all over the city.

Every store it's own products and every new team member starts working with me. I train them for months before placing them into the different patisseries. And quite frankly I wouldn't be able to have done any of this if it weren't for the people standing with me.

I finally made the final turn into my street before driving into the underground garage.

I got out and headed for the elevator after parking. I tapped my foot as i waited. Impatiently puffing up my cheeks.

The doors finally dinged before opening and I hopped on. Pressing the correct buttons I painstakingly waited for the doors to close. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. That's how long it took.

Reaching my floor I walked over to my door. Quickly unlocking it before getting in.

The last thing I remember is face planting onto my cloud like bed.