The Lonely Dominant by Ella Jade

what I was trying to do with the addition of a playroom. James had told me that for people practicing the BDSM
    lifestyle, it was normal to have a designated room or space to play in. Plus, I felt it confused our relationship to continue with our weekend play in the room we shared when we weren't acting out a scene, especially after she used my name on a Saturday night. Adding this room would help me follow James' advice.
    Don't blur the lines.
    I never had a desire to have a playroom in my home. I knew other Doms did, but I'd never really considered myself hard-core. I still didn't. But, Clara was displaying a need to explore this lifestyle further, even if she didn't verbally express it. I could feel she wanted more. So, I would try the playroom and see where it took us in our journey.

    My basement was finished, but since the upstairs was so big, we never really went downstairs for anything. There was a room off the lower main area I figured would be perfect for such a "secret" room.
    I'd be introducing Clara to our new space tonight. I'd seen the set-up many times before, at various play parties, and at the homes of friend who had similar interests.
    While it was all very familiar to me, it would be new for Clara. I wanted to introduce her slowly. The last thing I wanted was to have her running in the opposite direction, especially since we'd come so far in such a short time.
    At exactly 7:00 p.m., I headed to my room where she'd be waiting on her knees.
    She was always on time and ready to follow my every command. In the beginning, I had reservations about her inexperience, but that had worked as an advantage. She was eager to learn and even more determined to please me.
    I entered the dimly lit room and heard her breath hitch as I got closer. She was always nervous at the beginning of our weekends, but usually by Saturday night, she was confident and willing to try new positions and scenes. Another one of the reasons I wanted to set up a playroom was because I didn't want either of us to become complacent or bored. A new room with new toys would certainly take care of that. I was eager to show her.
    I walked over to where she knelt and took her chin in my hand, raising her face so she could look at me. Every time our eyes met in this situation, it reaffirmed exactly why we were doing this. We both had to actualize that need, one that could only be met with each other.
    "Clara," I said. "I'd like to try something new tonight. I have a surprise for you.
    One I've been working on for a few weeks. I'd like to show you tonight."
    She continued to stare at me and, although she didn't speak, I could see the curiosity in her face. In all the weekends we had been doing this, we had always started in my bedroom. We had a routine. She would take me in her mouth, usually until completion, and then I would pleasure her, in various ways, on the bed. On Saturdays, we would take our scenes outside of the bedroom; sometimes in the hot tub, or in my study. I tried to designate several rooms throughout the house as rooms where we would play.
    I extended my hand and said, "Please come with me."
    She took it without hesitation and followed me out of the room and down the hall.
    "I believe our relationship is progressing rather nicely. Wouldn't you agree?"
    "Yes, sir," she said as we headed down the back staircase, then through the kitchen.
    "And, I'd like to take our unique situation to the next level." I opened the basement door and led her down the steps, then to the door in the corner. "Do you trust me?"
    "With my mind, body and soul, sir," she said.
    I knew exactly what she meant. Her trust gave me the confidence to explore and experiment with her. "Good girl." I opened the door and led her into the room.
    She looked around. I saw the confusion on her face. I wasn't sure she had figured out where we were yet. I'd had the room taken care of during the day while she was at school, so she had no idea anything was even being constructed or