Claudette didn’t last long. To be honest, she got on my last nerve. Not to mention the cheap French perfume that she drowned herself in…enough of that shit. Moving on.
The search for the perfect submissive continues. I decide to take a new approach, instead of searching the club that Elena had introduced me to, I reluctantly make a profile on a website that matches Dominants with Submissives. This should be interesting to say the least.
Log in: Day one:
I scroll through the profiles of possible candidates, and am a bit disappointed in what I am seeing. Too old, too young, too scary…too much. Is it really that difficult to find a normal sub? Yes, I did say normal. Most of the girls on this website look like they are dressed up and ready to enter a Halloween costume contest, not my style.
I respond to a few of the emails that I received, not feeling overly positive about this process after all. I have been a dominant for a very short time now. How the fuck would I know where to find a well trained, sane attractive sub?
Frustrated, I place a call to Elena. She and I have remained close, surely she will be able to assist me in this matter.
“Elena, it’s Christian. I have a question for you.”
“Christian, darling…I knew you’d be back. Miss me don’t you, baby.” I can almost hear the obvious smirk in her always seductive breathy voice. I reply, keeping my tone calm.
“Not exactly. I told you that I’m through being your sub, Elena. May we move past this finally?” Christ, here we go again. Clearly she’s still having issues moving on.
“Of course, Christian. What is it that you need?”
“I know that you don’t like me talking about this with you, Elena, but I’m having issues with my search for a submissive. Any thoughts?”
“What happened to the last one…Baguette? That little French girl?” She begins to laugh, obviously pleased to hear that I have already gone through yet another sub.
“Claudette. You know her name, Elena.” I roll my eyes, annoyed at her childish behavior. “If you don’t want to help me, I will figure it out on my own.”
“Darling, just come back to me, we can play a little switch every now and then. You’ll never find anyone like me, I think you know that by now.”
“No, Elena. I have told you already that I am not going back to being your submissive. Just forget that I called. I will figure this out on my own.”
“Have it your way, Christian. But, you will be back, maybe not today, but one day. Good luck, darling.” And with that said, she hangs up.
I wake up the next morning, cock and palm both twitching full force. Fuck, I need to find someone and soon. Hopefully this time I will find a girl that doesn’t swim in cheap perfume.
Log in: Day two.
I scroll through the endless sea of emails, and am happy to see quite a few normal girls this time. Thank fucking god. I am quickly attracted to one profile in particular. Desiree, 21, long chestnut brown hair and big mysterious dark eyes. Perfect. I send her an email, then finish getting ready for work as I wait for her reply.
I choose a dark blue Armani suit with black silk tie to wear today. Being so successful at the young age of 23, I find that the more professional I look, the more people take me seriously. My empire is growing quickly, and, the stresses of running such a large company is becoming much easier now.
I am finding that my weekends have become something that I look forward to even more since leaving Elena. Being a dominant allows you to blow off a huge amount of steam…and, I have a lot of steam built up since letting Claudette go last week.
I check my emails before I leave. There is a reply from Desiree, wonderful. She wants to meet tonight at Sergio’s on the corner of 9th and Sable. I respond quickly telling her that I will be there promptly at 8pm and to be on time.
Switching off my laptop, I head for the door, a long day ahead with a possibility of a good night to follow.
I hope this girl works out and I also hope that she is ready for the fucking of a lifetime….