Today brought an unexpected surprise. The doorbell rang, houseboy answered, and there stood a delivery of three dozen roses. Naturally, I assumed they were from my husband—but no. The card told a different story.

Then my phone rang.

A client.

I don’t take on professional Domme work often anymore. The pandemic turned me into more of a homebody, and with my husband’s income, I’ve never needed to. My sessions are rare and selective. But this was Teddy (not his real name), one of my longest-standing and most loyal clients.

When we first met, I was much younger and relatively inexperienced. He wasn’t my first client, but he was my first repeat. Over time, our D/s relationship evolved into something structured, intense, and deeply rooted in trust. Our sessions often lasted hours, sometimes an entire weekend. During the pandemic, we tried virtual sessions, but it never truly fulfilled what he needed. Eventually, I released him to explore other Dommes, though we stayed in touch.

Today, he told me he hasn’t found another Domme he trusts the way he trusted me. His work is high-pressure, he’s struggling to focus, and he feels unbalanced. He needs structure. He needs discipline.

Then came his proposal.

He wants to hire me as his live-in Domme—a private suite in his home, household staff at my disposal, an incredibly generous salary. But there’s a catch. He refuses to share me during our time. He never liked my pack, never wanted to be part of it. And that would mean leaving my boys.

That’s a hard no.

However, I did offer him a compromise. He can stay in my home for up to three days. During that time, I’ll send the boys away, and he will have my complete, undivided attention. A focused reset. A realignment.

He immediately accepted. Now, we’re working out the dates. Let’s see if I can get him back on track.