Journal 65
Claudia 40
Creative director
- Life
- A studio she locks after the clients leave
- Temper
- Exact and unhurried
Kinks
- She leads because he asked
- Heels stay on until she says otherwise
- His mouth where she points
I am Claudia, forty, creative director of a studio that does not get to keep this part of me. Ben is thirty-two. He is my partner. He does not work for me, and the day we blur that line is the day we stop. What he asked for, and what I wanted too, is simpler than the work. After hours I lead. He kneels. He takes his time with the heels. He worships with his mouth until I decide the worship has landed. Femdom is the name I use because the softer words get cute, and I am not cute about this. I like the order. I like his yes, said out loud, and the way his shoulders drop when I take the lead he requested. These pages are the record. The dress is black. The mouth is red. The man is mine because he wants to be.
The blog
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Worship
Evening came up on the glass and the city turned the studio blue. I stood in the same black dress, one heel extended, and Ben closed the door behind him like a man entering a room he trusts. He had asked for this on the walk over. Let me worship you. Tell me where. Do not make me guess. He is my partner, not someone from the floor who answers…
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The clients were gone. I locked the studio and sat on the stool in the black dress, lipstick fresh, bob smoothed, heels planted on the concrete. Ben knocked once and came in already quiet. He had texted at six. Lead me tonight. I want the heels. I want to worship you until you say it is enough. He is my partner. He does not work for me. I pointed at…
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