Jon Ficke looked into the mirror of the wet bar in his office, the grey hair at his temples catching his eyes first when he slid his hand across his head to ensure a uniform swept back look. He poured himself a neat whiskey in one of the crystal tumblers carefully placed near the decanter and allowed himself a moment to sniff the oaken distillate before taking that lustful burning first sip. It was always that first sip that stirred something primal within him, something that loosened the tethers just enough for him to feel the unfiltered version of himself he kept behind the two-way glass of her eyes.

Jon had built himself an empire from a dream he experienced in the teenage years, a simple idea given a jetpack...and a very large fund from a venture capitalist. And now? Well, now you wouldn't be able to find a home that didn't have at least one of his products, digital or physical. A millionaire by high school graduation, and a billionaire before he was able to *legally* buy alcohol.

Now, looking at 40 years on this earth, he's most most everything that was on his bucket list, and certainly more than most people on this earth would even be capable of. However, his pursuits had left him no time to find a partner in this life outside of the celebrity hookup or casual relationship, which was usually for a paid status boost of the paramour in question. Which brings us to his most favorite game.

In front of the camera the celebrities and influential women of his life stand proudly on their own and command a crowd or audience with a voice that demands attention. No one would question the power their words proclaim. Which makes it oh so much sweeter when they say, "As you wish, daddy", or when their screams of submissive lust echo within the cavernous halls of his Calabasas mansion.

He liked that, the sheer contrast of behavior. Like a switch one could flip to submit to their desires. One minute a political or entertainment giant that could move worlds, the next a slobbering whore asking to be drenched even more in cum she's worked so hard to draw out. Then there were always the small social climbers...influencers, e-girls, porn star wannabes that somehow got that close and put on a poor act. Not worth my time after we get behind closed doors and they try to be sneaky by setting up a camera without me noticing. Not even worth the effort anymore, honestly.

My reverie was politely broken by my secretary knocking on the heavy doors of my office.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the new hire is here for the scheduled meeting.", she said. I nodded my approval and turned to set my glass on the marbled wet bar as I prepared my "social face" to meet you.

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Hi there! So this will be one of my first forays into a power dynamic kind of play. I was just kind of feeling it today and wanted to see where it would take me. I'm Jon, who I'm playing in a first-person perspective once we get started. I like using my IRL features, so I'm have blue eyes, brown hair with grey on the temples, 42 y/o, 6'0", and prior military with an athletic build.

I'm looking for someone to be a bit submissive for this particular prompt, as you could probably tell. But I don't mind if you have higher aspirations, I.E.; are you looking to climb that ladder? are you looking to complete every single wish I have so that you can get marry into the money? Do you simply want the *actual* power of pulling my strings behind the scenes? I'm totally into whatever you want to get out of this, even if it's a one-off! Bonus points if you're married or seeing someone that you have to make a choice about....mmmmm, drama!

My kinks/limits are on my profile, but the major ones are:Kinks - Lingerie, clothed sex, costume/uniforms/formal wear, pussy/oral/anal sex, and in this scenario domination.Limits - scat, gore, death, blood, toilet stuff, torture.

Hope to hear from you soon!~Jon