Chronicles Of A Dom Books

When I first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over the years as I rocked my leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop and flogger imaginable, I grew to love the thrill and adulation that my clients brought me. But all along, my path in life and my heart was with a different profession—one I was planning to embark on at the summer’s end. And then he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly built—William was the complete opposite of whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, I finally felt true lust and desire. Although he was the proud stallion who needed breaking, he became the one to make me break all my rules and let down all my walls. But it was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days later outside Club 1740’s protected walls had the two of us seeing each other in a different light—as simply Sophie and William, not Domme and sub. While we should have parted ways, we couldn’t. While we should have never gone back to my place, we did. And that simple mistake has a serious price for both of us.