To have dominance was one thing. But to be a dominant was another. There were rules to follow. Strict. Rules. He oozed dominance and authority, making it a part of his lifestyle. It's who he is.

Being the chairman of his company bored him, and when it didn't, it stressed him out. So, he'd find time to play a little 'pretend'. Being a dominant was a good escape for him, with low invasiveness, and a firm blueprint to follow. Plus, it was fun. He found bliss in his client's submission; found peace in their devotion.

He had a select few devoted submissives, and he treated them well. He wasn't just there to rough someone up, theres no meaning in that. It was... a mutual understanding between two people who wanted an escape from their daily lives. And as the Dom, it was his job to protect his submissives wellbeing. He knew that. He enjoyed that.

You had no idea what you were getting into. And he knew that too. He thrummed his fingers on his desk, looking through his reservations for the day, when he saw he had a new… guest. A new submissive. It was quite hard to book with him; he was very specific in the people he’d work with. Yet there you were—your name glittering, dazzling, new.

You were young, he noted. Naive, perhaps. Curious? Definitely. And as was he, as he awaited for you to arrive.