#!chandler

[imaginary-muses]

uh-muse-me

Chandler looked up at Ethan sharply, eyes wide with shock.  “O…OK.  Um.  I…what does Sir want me to do?”

“Lock the door, and drop your pants. You are going to wear this for the rest of the day. And maybe, if you behave, I’ll release you for the night.”  Ethan licked his lips thinking of Chandler’s cock locked away for the day. 

[imaginary-muses]

An Offer || Closed

Ethan wasn’t sure exactly why he had agreed to meet with his previous...client.  The word made him cringe a bit.  Being a pro Dom was easy. It came naturally, and paid well, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do with his life. But their wasn’t anyone immediately hiring a classically trained pianist in Richmond, and he didn’t have the funds yet to pick up and move to New York.

Regardless, he found himself seated the hotel’s lobby, dressed in an impeccably cut suit and tie, and waiting impatiently for the man he’d been called to meet.