It was Frankie, one of the famous Rat Pack clan and one of my mentors who asked the question, “for what is a man? What has he got? If not himself then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows, and did it my way.” That’s the philosophy for which I, Dr. Eric Masters, live by on a daily basis. In fact, the statement spoke to me so much, I had it tattooed on my left forearm.
I think any woman in the greater Los Angeles area, just from taking one look at me, can tell I’m not the kind of man you’d ever find on his knees. Unless I’m going down on some beautiful woman, sucking that delicious pussy dry of all her sweet nectar. But even then, she would have to service me first. Anyone can see, from my swagger, my amazing hair, pearl white smile, ripped and toned upper body, my perfectly tailored, refined sense of style, and a million other things, that I am a man who’s always been in control of the world around me.
I snap my fingers, flash a smile, whisper the right words in someone’s ear, and I can have anything I want at the drop of a hat. Both literally and figuratively speaking, since my go to accessory besides a silver plated tie pin is a classic Fedora hat. I have about thirty or forty in my closet. This morning, I’ve chosen a black wool with a grosgrain side ribbon, made by Diesel. With a quick and light flip of the wrist, it’s on my head. I tug it down a few centimeters and smile at my handsome reflection in the mirror.
Perfect, as usual.
I stand before my full length bedroom mirror, one of many in my apartment, fastening the button on my matching suit jacket. I square my shoulders, adjusting my tie, and tug my pink cuffs out of the coat sleeves.
I know what you’re thinking. Why is this hot shit man wearing a pink shirt? Especially when he has beautiful women lining up to fuck him, dropping to their knees to suck his cock? If you already exude enough masculinity like some of us Doms, you should never fear adding a pop of color to your wardrobe. Even if that color happens to be pink.
In case you’re trapped in a boring relationship with nothing but vanilla sex, or never browsed the more hardcore porn online, I am a Dominant. We are known by many names, and when our submissive regards us, we prefer to answer to “Master” or “Sir.” Some use “Daddy.” It all depends on your kink. I never cared for the latter, but I have been known to give one hell of a spanking. I get a little carried away when it comes to punishments, but trust me when I say, my subs rarely break another rule once I do.
As I walk back into my bedroom to grab my overnight bag, I find my mind wandering to Courtney Price, the pretty faced girl my cousin, Dana, referred me to. The one willing to apartment sit for me over the weekend. Least that’s what she assumes. It’s only an overnight business trip to San Francisco. My real motivation is to get this hot little thing in the right place at the right time, that would be my apartment. I come back early, surprise and seduce her, get my mouth, my fingers and my cock anywhere she’ll allow it, and make her an offer she can’t refuse. She will be mine...mind, body and soul.
And I’ve been waiting a long time to find the right submissive. It’s so much easier to seduce them in the comfort of my own home, than risk getting hit with a lawsuit or sexual assault charges for making a patient come three or four times on my exam table.
Once I throw my bag over my shoulder and grab my keys, I’m ready to go. I don’t bother tidying up the room or even set the alarm. My maid will be by within the hour to take care of everything before Courtney’s arrival.
And I hope, for the sake of my future submissive, be it Courtney or not, that the assassins targeting my twin brother don’t break into my apartment while I’m gone. If they show up looking and they don’t find me, they’ll probably threaten or and hurt her until they do, and if that happens...I’ll never forgive myself for putting an innocent girl in danger.