Searching4shadows
Star
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2016
- Location
- Australia
"Mistress, Your boy humbly requests the pleasure of Your compay tonight.
We need to talk..."
He said it. The phrase that noone wants to hear, 'We need to talk.' A thousand and one thoughts instantly bombarded the new domme's mind as she read the text from her submissive. An unexpected sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach caught her off guard. She would never admit it to anyone but she'd really grown fond of the man she called 'slave'. She had loved seeing his transformation from fence sitter to obedient submissive. She had loved introducing him to the lifestyle of which she cherished. But now it seemed that things were about to end. She leaned back on the couch and bringing a hand up to her forehead, she gently massaged her temples witn her thumb and index finger.
At least this time the split would be mutual. She thought back over the last couple of weeks. She had seen the slight changes that were taking place in him, and when she thought about it she had seen it coming. Unlike her first d's relationship. The man she called Master had shattered her dreams and broken her heart with a quick hand-written note, leaving her alone and wondering how it had all gone wrong. It was this event that had triggered her to seek out the dominant side of the lifestyle. To control the relationship to such an extent that she could never get so hurt or blindsided again.
Taking a deep breath she replied that she would meet with her sub at his place. Moving to the bathroom, she took a quick shower and dressed in more casual clothes than she would normally wear to meet with him. After choosing a white lace bra and panty set, her 5'9 frame slipped easily into the white and lilac sundress. She dismissed the usual heavy makeup for something more sedate, and brushed out her naturally straight brown shoulder length hair before donning a pair of white heels. If this was in fact the break up she was betting on, she wanted to be comfortable doing it.
The sun set softly over the hills to the west, and the drive to his place was quicker than normal, but to Rhonda it felt like a lifetime had passed. Slowly exiting the car and walking somberly up the driveway, she didn't even notice the familiar black GMC Terrain in the driveway. Tonight, she had other things on her mind, and mentally prepared herself for what was to come. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her dress and knocked gently on the door.
We need to talk..."
He said it. The phrase that noone wants to hear, 'We need to talk.' A thousand and one thoughts instantly bombarded the new domme's mind as she read the text from her submissive. An unexpected sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach caught her off guard. She would never admit it to anyone but she'd really grown fond of the man she called 'slave'. She had loved seeing his transformation from fence sitter to obedient submissive. She had loved introducing him to the lifestyle of which she cherished. But now it seemed that things were about to end. She leaned back on the couch and bringing a hand up to her forehead, she gently massaged her temples witn her thumb and index finger.
At least this time the split would be mutual. She thought back over the last couple of weeks. She had seen the slight changes that were taking place in him, and when she thought about it she had seen it coming. Unlike her first d's relationship. The man she called Master had shattered her dreams and broken her heart with a quick hand-written note, leaving her alone and wondering how it had all gone wrong. It was this event that had triggered her to seek out the dominant side of the lifestyle. To control the relationship to such an extent that she could never get so hurt or blindsided again.
Taking a deep breath she replied that she would meet with her sub at his place. Moving to the bathroom, she took a quick shower and dressed in more casual clothes than she would normally wear to meet with him. After choosing a white lace bra and panty set, her 5'9 frame slipped easily into the white and lilac sundress. She dismissed the usual heavy makeup for something more sedate, and brushed out her naturally straight brown shoulder length hair before donning a pair of white heels. If this was in fact the break up she was betting on, she wanted to be comfortable doing it.
The sun set softly over the hills to the west, and the drive to his place was quicker than normal, but to Rhonda it felt like a lifetime had passed. Slowly exiting the car and walking somberly up the driveway, she didn't even notice the familiar black GMC Terrain in the driveway. Tonight, she had other things on her mind, and mentally prepared herself for what was to come. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her dress and knocked gently on the door.