Welcome back for Chapter 3! If you missed Chapters 1 and 2, you should jump back to Chapter 1 to start from the beginning of the story. It’s a fun story about a Pro Domme whose favorite pet is moving away. What will she do without him? Read on to find out about their last month together before the big move!
~Jayden
Chapter 3:
One month is not a lot of time. It sounds like a lot, but it isn’t really. I want to get more time with James, but it’s hard to fit it in around our schedules. I have my client base to work with, and he has things to wrap up in his life before he moves to New England, however temporarily.
“Monday?” I ask in text to him. We have a standing Wednesday session, but I’m trying to find another time we can get together.
“After 8 pm?” he asks.
That’s later than I want because I have an early Tuesday meeting, but I agree.
When Monday finally rolls around, I find my thoughts drifting to what it will be like without my weekly sessions with James. How many more clients could I take on to fill that void? Most of my clients aren’t weekly. Most are once every two weeks or once a month. Freeing up a weekly spot is a lot. But I can’t think of anyone I want to invite to take that spot. And then there will be video sessions with James. I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep our standing Wednesday time slot, but I am kind of hoping we will.
The clock seems to slow down as 8 approaches, but then I hear the bell signaling someone in my driveway. No one can approach my space without tripping that bell. It’s a safety feature. I deactivate the alarm system and buzz the door when I see James kneeling on the stoop in front of my door.
“Come in, pet,” I say into the intercom.
He opens the door and comes up the stairs to my space. I’m waiting there in the boots I wore when we met at the coffee shop, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. “Mistress,” he pants when he gets to the top of the stairs.
“Yes, pet?”
“You are beautiful.”
“Thank you, pet.”
He crawls across the foyer floor to me when he gets to the top of the stairs.
“You’re overdressed.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was overcome with a need to be close to you.”
I pet the top of his head, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. He looks up at me with desperation in his eyes. “When was the last time you came, pet?”
“When I was last with you, Mistress.”
“I gave you permission to masturbate, pet.”
“I know, Mistress, but it’s hard to get off when you aren’t there.”
I nod. I know it is, but he usually manages it at least once between our sessions. I know he tries every day.
As we talk, he strips out of his clothes and leaves them neatly in a pile on the chair in the foyer. When he’s done, he puts on the collar I’ve left for him. He likes to do some puppy play, but he only wears his collar when he’s with me. I keep a special one that’s just for him.
He puts the leash in his mouth folded up so it’s not dragging on the floor and crawls over to me.
“Good boy,” I say, petting his head before taking the leash from him. I clip it to the collar, and I can hear his sigh of relief as he knows I own him. “Come,” I say, and I start to walk down the hallway that leads to the large living room that serves as my play space.
I have several large pieces of furniture that I move around periodically depending on my needs. The large cage is positioned in the center of the room for this session. There’s a spanking bench off to one side of the room, a couch that pulls out into a bed, and a large frame with a St. Andrew’s Cross at one end that takes up a good portion of the room. And then there are baskets and bins and piles of toys. Everything you could imagine is in the room somewhere. If it’s not sitting out, it’s probably in one of the closets.
“Ready, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.
But he has no idea what he’s ready for since I haven’t shared with him any of my plans for today.
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