Diary of a Domme

Today
Houston, TX
Bush Intercontinental Airport

She looked out of the plane window as the pilot's soothing baritone said "Welcome to Houston, it's a lovely Sunday afternoon, the local temperature is 75 degrees, and the skies are clear..." Her mind was racing: impatiently waiting to disembark so that she could make her way to the comfort of her bed for a much needed nap, thinking about having to report to work Monday morning, and thinking about the weekend that she had just had. Her thoughts were just as much of a jumble as her emotions and her hormones, all encapsulated in the cool-as-a-cucumber exterior that she generally wore.

The pilot continued as the plane taxied to the gate, "...cell phones may now be used at this time..." She could hear the buzzing, dinging, and catchy tones of cell phones being turned on all throughout the cabin, as passengers anxiously checked messages and made phone calls to loved ones. As her inbox completed its update, her phone vibrated--one new text message.

                "Thank you for the privilege of serving you Ma'am, and I cannot wait to be in your service again. I love you, Mistress."

A sly smirk spread across her lips, as a warm tingle began in her nether regions and made it's way up her spine. The message was from Trent, the adoring sub that she had just spent a glorious 72 hours with in Chicago. He had catered to her every desire. She had had her way with him, in ways that no other man had ever allowed her. He had pleased her physically & emotionally, and her ego had been well fed. And after all of this, he was thanking HER for the privilege. She closed her eyes and mentally recapped their initial meeting: the palpable sexual tension, his smell, how visibly nervous he was, how difficult it was for him to keep his eyes to the floor instead of engulfing her in his lustful gaze. Their relationship was taken to another level that weekend, and their roles had been firmly cemented as all-powerful Mistress and unequivocally devoted submissive.

Her phone vibrated again. This time it was Chris Miller, her financial advisor.

        "Hey Angie just wanted to make sure we were still meeting today at 6. Got some new info for you. Black Walnut sound good?
                                                                            Hope you enjoyed your vacation!"

She sighed and looked at her watch. 3:32 pm. Her nap would have to wait. She put her phone in her purse and gathered her things.

"...and on behalf of the flight crew, we have certainly enjoyed having you on board with us today. Please enjoy your stay in Houston, or wherever your travels take you."

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Two days ago
Chicago, IL
Sheraton Chicago Northwest

"Thank you Ms. North. You will be in room 401. We hope you enjoy your stay, and please let us know how we can assist you while you're here." The pleasant gentleman behind the front desk handed Angie a small envelope with two card keys.

"Thank you." Angie smiled genuinely at the guy and headed to the elevator. Her plane had just touched down at O'Hare less than 2 hours ago, and a little relaxation would have been nice. But time was of the essence, and she had only a limited amount of time to prepare for her meeting with Trent. This would be the first time they met in person, She waited until the elevator made it to the fourth floor before she dialed his office number.