Tale of a Dominant : Part Two : The End

23 Aug


The candle has burnt down low.

The bar is close to empty. It is late. The waitress is hovering near the table with the bill, He motions to her with a raised eyebrow and a smile. She places l’addition on a white saucer with two small squares of gold-wrapped chocolate.

The girl opposite him runs her hands through her long black hair and stretches back in her chair. It is almost provocative.

His eyes flick over her body appreciatively and return to her face. He stares into her eyes. She doesn’t look away. They are both more than a little drunk.

She feels she knows everything about him. He has answered her questions all evening. About his lovers, About D/s, his rules, the cities and the hotel suites, the romance, the shadows and the dancers. His briefcase full of ropes and bindings, toys and instruments. The reasons behind it all. His adoration, his admiration, and his love of women. Of some women in particular.

She has captured his velvet voice on her recorder.

And yet, although he has been the one telling his story, she feels as if it is her soul that has been stripped bare.

He punches the PIN into the card machine with long slender fingers, and it is time to go. He hands her both of the chocolates. She slips them into her bag. She knows they are destined to sit uneaten on her dressing table forever.

Much later that night, with the dawn creeping softly over the silent sea, she slips naked from his bed. She is careful not to wake him. In the pale light she re-reads the note he gave her, written in his distinctive hand, in dark midnight-blue ink.

I remember them all.

The beauties, the heroines, the angels. The wide-eyed girls in their best party frocks. The bold but trembling women in their gorgeous. silk gowns.

The waifs and the strays. The wild and the hungry. The creative and the eloquent. The sacred and the profane.

Tiger Cub, Rebecca, Jenny, Beauty, Angel, Hermosa, Lindsay, and the rest. The sweet submissives who have perfumed my nights and made wonderful my days.

I remember them all.

You are the last.

It is the end.



Part One

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez



Posted by on August 23, 2013 in D/s, Erotica, Lovers Past, Still Life


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49 responses to “Tale of a Dominant : Part Two : The End

  1. angelamiss15

    August 23, 2013 at 10:11 pm

    Never disappointed. You always leave me wanting….more

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      August 26, 2013 at 9:44 pm

      It is an objective when writing it. Thank you

      Liked by 1 person

      • angelamiss15

        August 26, 2013 at 9:46 pm

        Smiling enigmatically, she whispered, “Yes. I know.”

        On Mon, Aug 26, 2013 at 4:44 PM, A Faded Romantic’s Notebook wrote:

        > ** > Romantic Dominant commented: “It is an objective when writing it. Thank > you”


  2. Sheila Hall (@TheDarkerFun)

    August 23, 2013 at 10:14 pm

    This piece is like a beautiful sonata that ends with a tear in the corner of my eye.
    I almost feel the need to beg it to begin again,
    for the loss of such a movement is a terrible feeling.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Romantic Dominant

      August 26, 2013 at 9:45 pm

      A wonderful compliment. Sadly our lives aren’t like pieces of music. We only get to play them once, and then it is done

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Maggie Carpenter

    August 23, 2013 at 10:46 pm

    Perhaps it’s not the end, just a pause.


  4. JoanneBest

    August 23, 2013 at 11:35 pm

    this, while beautifully written as always, saddens me at the thought of the finality of those last words, “it is the end” ….my heart cries at that idea


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 26, 2013 at 9:46 pm

      Everything does end.


      • JoanneBest

        August 26, 2013 at 10:35 pm

        We sometimes need an end so we can begin something new…i seem to have trouble with endings but that is something i need to learn how to deal with…


  5. Reticent Mental Property

    August 24, 2013 at 3:02 am

    At first, my hand went to my throat in sadness…and then i laughed with relief. The body may have its last, the mind, never.


  6. sharronkelley

    August 24, 2013 at 11:36 pm

    It is not the end. We who are…THIS will not have the “end” until our last breath.


    • Romantic Dominant

      August 26, 2013 at 9:48 pm

      It doesn’t leave us. But we reach a point where we have been at the highest point. Nothing on the journey down will ever be enough


      • sharronkelley

        August 27, 2013 at 12:21 am

        I have not yet reached that point. The romantic in me hopes to continue to climb for a very long time.


  7. Chatty Owl

    August 27, 2013 at 10:32 am

    Perfect way to end this story.


  8. carolinejuliette

    August 29, 2013 at 7:44 am

    Beautiful as always but how I hate endings…can’t you just say the end for now?


  9. janineyork

    September 3, 2013 at 11:44 pm

    It is your passion, what inspires you. I do not ever want it to end. I do not want your nights to grow too dark. Your romantic words and inspiration have kept me through my darkness, always with the hope of returning light.


  10. lostgenny

    September 4, 2013 at 11:01 pm

    Oh I do hope it isn’t The End… It’s too sad.


  11. Romantic Dominant

    September 9, 2014 at 9:20 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook.


  12. Desiree G

    September 9, 2014 at 9:32 pm

    Honestly, it sounds more like a beginning. But that’s me being hopeful.


    • Romantic Dominant

      September 9, 2014 at 9:33 pm

      Smiling. Perhaps you are right.


      • Desiree G

        September 9, 2014 at 9:34 pm

        I like being right. I sometimes insist on it … but I know better than attempt that with you. Smiles back!


  13. apollosmuse37

    September 9, 2014 at 9:35 pm

    Love reading here, it inspires me to write!


  14. Mandy the Quiet (@69quietgirl)

    September 9, 2014 at 10:18 pm

    Noooo, please don’t let it be the end! Your words are too special to simply stop! Like the commenter above, I find them inspiring!


  15. Mandy the Quiet (@69quietgirl)

    September 9, 2014 at 10:43 pm

    Phew! *smiles back*


  16. georgeforfun

    September 10, 2014 at 1:57 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.


  17. Gia

    September 14, 2014 at 9:25 am

    Does it have to end?
    Not everything in life comes to end does it?


    • Romantic Dominant

      September 14, 2014 at 9:47 am

      Yes. Sadly we are not immortal.


      • Gia

        September 14, 2014 at 10:41 am

        No, we are not but things do continue after we die and somewhere in time they do remain. Perhaps as a memory.


  18. Jazz

    April 6, 2016 at 2:33 pm

    The ending in its simplicity is clear.
    And neither will ever forget.

    stunning…as ever.

    Liked by 1 person


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