It was 3 am when the fax machine went off. I know that the sound means there will be a client waiting for me. When and who, I didn’t know yet. One can only hope that it will be something exciting. I’ve had long year.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Yelling out to the inanimate object, getting out of bed sucked. A quick roll to the floor, crawling to the side table, I used my cell phone light to read the letter.

Miss Bianca,

Greetings. I hope this letter finds you well, and rested. You will need your energy for our weekend together. I have purchased 48 hours of your time. A car will pick you up at 7am tomorrow morning, and drive you to my estate. I am a married Man, but my wife is no concern of yours.

I am a Dominate man, and for this weekend, you will be my submissive. This is no fifty shades weekend. I am a truly a very aggressive Man! I will see you in 4 hours.


I had flipped the lamp on to read it again, and to check the time. I had 3 hours before I was to be picked up. A shower, packing, and eating a light breakfast all had to be handled. Usually I receive a couple of days to prepare for a date, but not this time. The tone of the letter suggested otherwise.

Fast forward 5 hours, I was standing in the biggest foyer, astounded by the size of the room around me. The floor was a lovely shade of white marble, the walls a crisp white, there was one thing you knew would never step foot in this place. Children! I was sure this Man had nothing little and sticky running around the sprawling estate.  

“Ms. Bianca, your room is ready. I will show you to it before the meeting. Follow me!”

He was about 60, grey hair, immaculate in his attire, and his demeanor was formal.  Not giving me a name, he was just doing is job. This Man seemed to be someone who followed the rules when it came to the boss. Good habit to have from my dealings with this sort of beast.

**I am a submissive, and most of my writings and dealings understand this. I know this is not for everyone, but it’s how I choose to live my life. I by no means condone abuse of a woman. I am not abused. I am paid for a service and I leave**

I was given 20 minutes to unpack and meet the client in the library of the house. There was even a clock set to go off when I had 5 minutes remaining. He must be a very quirky Man.  I am very punctual, so this was not a problem. Clothing hung, the hangers were those kinds with the padded fabric covering them. For a moment, I thought of Mommy Dearest and no more wire hangers. I remember seeing that movie once and Joan Crawford was brutal to those children.  I wonder if he was as vigilant on the clothing as she was. Time would tell I suppose.

Running my hands down to smooth out the sleek black skirt, and the pale blue silk blouse, no one would ever assume I was a whore.  I don’t look the part, but that’s what I was going for. I wanted to fit in. The hall went to both the right, and the left, but I remember seeing a spacious room with books down to the right. It had to be the library. From the sound of the voices, I knew I was headed in the right direction.

He was perfect. Tall, dark hair with one of those Man buns they wear lately. Eyes the shade of the ocean, and a voice that could melt the panties from a Nun. I had never in my life seen such a stunning creation. I will even admit that my knees got a little weak for a moment.

“Come in Bianca. Take a seat over by the window. My assistant was just leaving for the weekend, and I will be right there with you.”

I follow directions well; the seat was one of those high-backed Queen Anne chairs. Pulling the fabric of my skirt under me, sitting, my right leg crossed my left as I watched them exchange formalities and the attractive woman leave. She looked to be about 35, but was stunning. Not the made-up kind of beautiful, but the kind where she didn’t have to do anything to capture a rooms attention.

My eyes locked to him as he took the seat across from me, a simple pat of him lap, a glance to the floor, and I slipped down to where I assume he wanted me. I am a pretty smart woman with it comes to a Dominate. On my knees, my ass rested on the back of my heels, I waited for him to speak. In one of the calmest voices I have ever heard, he explained himself to me. Explained his needs.

“I am not a simple Man Bianca. I have refined taste, and though I can have any woman in the world, I want you.  You fit my needs. What I am suggesting is once a month you come here for the weekend, in all honesty, it’s all the time I can devote to stress relief. You will arrive at 7am on Friday morning, that day will be yours. You are welcome to use the house as you wish. Friday evening you will meet me for dinner at 8pm promptly, and then the time is mine. I enjoy pain. Inflicting it. It will not be to the point you are scarred, but you will know that you were touched. Spanking, punishment, time out, humiliation, and at times there will be others here to participate.

When you arrive at dinner you will be dressed as a young girl. Hair in ponytails, red or pink ribbons, a dress will be laid out for you, as will undergarments. You will speak to me only as Daddy during your time here. Daddy will not be using a condom; I will provide you with a medical form to prove my health. In this fantasy of mine, I will suggest many times over that Daddy is going to make you pregnant. I have had a vasectomy, so that will not be a worry.  I will leave you here for a few moments to go over this form, and when I return, we can either start this transaction, or I will have you taken home”

With those last words, he stepped out and here I am left with a contract in hand, and a mind filled with anticipation. I would be paid 5 – 10 grand a weekend. That is a very nice number, and honestly, I am a little excited by it all. ©