Sleeping with a Friend

A Helpful Dominatrix

Monday morning I sat in front of my computer scanning emails of old clients requesting meetings , and new clients requesting new meetings. Before I even process their information I had call mom. After about a half hour of the allergy to raspberries, and foot pain, the phone call detailed the same information from when we had met up for lunch. I made sure that I talked her everyday, especially sine my dad had passed away. But even after the call to mom, my phone was still making noises. I put mom on speaker phone and I glanced at the messages and the fact that I had a few voice messages, all from Xander, and all saying, "I have a dilemma! Call Me!"

As I got off the phone with my mom, Kelly had sent me a few messages, although it was Xander and his message just said to call him. He told me that he has business clients that are coming in for a meeting , and he has no idea how to entertain these people while they are here. After I called Kelly back, she was bored and hadn't been out in ages. I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and suggest to go out to have a karaoke night. I apparently have many talents and tend to wear many different hats for many different people. I scheduled for everyone to meet at the The Bronze Mockingbird on the mainline. I figured if there was a variety of people in this group he needed to entertain, this would be the place to go. I tell Kelly, and she was game, but wanted to meet before and have drinks with just her and me. So I set up Xander at eight in the evening and I plan on meeting Kelly for drinks around six that evening as well.

Since I have to maintin my clients as well, I know that there has been a married couple that has emailed me a few times. They gave me an idea of what it was that hey were looking for. I had responded to them a few weeks ago, but never got the chance to schedule an actual meeting. Their email stated (verbatim):

"This is our first time ever contacting anyone like this before. My husband and I have been married for eight years, and together for thirteen. We kind of lost our steam a few years ago, after our son turned into a teenager himself. I had mentioned about spicing up our marriage, but my husband wasn't willing to just go out and try different things, I find him watching porn, but he doesn't want to touch me. I went online and even talked to some of my friends and they suggested to find a dominatrix as a teacher, that's how I found you. I have only heard good things, and actually found out that some of our friends have met with you in the past. You were able to help them, and I'm hoping that you will able to help us. What we have cannot be assisted through marriage counseling, because that tends to be the suggestion we get a lot from family. But we both know, that's not our issue. We love one another, we just want to have that spark back into our s*x life.

Sincerely,

Hopeful"

I couldn't bear to not help this couple. I emailed her back and scheduled to meet with her at a bakery coffee shop that's right around the corner, For Goodness Cakes. And she is immediately receptive to the idea, and confirms to meet. I know I'm not wearing a mask to the meeting, but I can wear sunglasses, so that's why I make the meeting around noon.

I start going through my closet in hopes of finding something to wear. When my "work" phone begins to chime. I see it's "Dom Deluise". He is requesting that we meet up sometime this week. He has been having a craving for sugar and was looking to see if I could assist and apply. I look over the calendar on my laptop and notice that I have available time on Thursday. Oh, "Dom" is an interesting character, but we will talk about him a little later. I message him back and confirm for Thursday. I realize that I have sometime and decide to just soak in the tub and unwind until I get all pruny.

Just as I'm starting to dip my foot into the tub, my "work" phone alerts me again. I grab it and bring it in with me to the bathroom. I notice its a message from "Kevin". He sent a picture of lilacs in a vibrant blue color, letting me know that he is thinking about me. He is a persistent rich man who is adamant on getting what he wants. I don't indulge to give him a word answer, because he's fishing for the words, " I miss you too". I merely take a picture of my feet comfortably sticking out of the water, and send it to him. I get a quick photo of his semi hardened c**k, and proceed to let the matter die down. I have master bated to the photos of his c**k in the past, but I would never let him know that.