Bound by My Own Rules

I broke my own rule last week. You see, I have this strict guideline that if someone isn't a committed client or close friend, there's just no mixing business with pleasure. But then came Jane, my most dedicated client, who not only wants to look great but also has this intense connection we share. One day after our workout session at the gym, she asked me to try something new, hinting at her desires for a bit of control and surrender. Despite knowing it was against my principles, I caved in, just once. We ended up at my place with candles lit, and well, let's just say that rule now has an exception marked 'Jane.' It felt wrong, but also strangely right. And who knows? If she asks again, I might just break the rule all over again.