I’m starting to run out of excuses to tell my friends. And oh God don’t even get me started on my family… No I don’t mean that I’m bi, that’s water under the bridge now. Well, occasionally whitewaters for that latter camp but you get the point.

No, everyone wants to meet the girl I’m dating.

I didn’t even tell them there was a new relationship going on. I thought I was clever enough. Tell the coworkers it’s non-work friends I’m meeting, tell the friends it’s coworkers I’m meeting— a masterstroke of a plan, indeed. Enough to keep them off my back, I thought.

No, everyone wants to meet the girl I’m dating.

But where do I even start? I can divulge how we met innocently enough, a cafe mixup leading to us getting each other’s coffees, some idle conversation. Turns out we’re both regulars, spending quite a few mornings there chatting. Then evenings— this is usually the part of the story where listeners swoon. The convenient detail I leave out is you’re 6 years younger than me, as close to 18 as I am to 30. Not that I really mind but… they might. It’s simply not a conversation I wish to have with them. I can hear it already, 'you're a professional woman, isn't it time to settle down with a nice guy-- or girl! (they'd nervously interject) instead of playing around with someone younger than you?'

It hardly feels like playing to me even if we haven't exactly defined whatever this is. Oh we can get romantic, wine and candles and cuddly as can be, and you do have a key to my little one story home, but I seem to have a bad habit of ending up with my face buried between your legs while you so eloquently talk down to me, uttering a 'no' to you seemingly utterly impossible. I didn't even know my submissive side truly existed until meeting you but it seems we've discovered a good way to blow off steam, me following late-night calls on weekends placating unbearable customers and you from a final you're studying for.

...I can see why they disapprove but I adore your company too much to ever see eye-to-eye. Someone to help me get out of these aching heels and this constricting pencil skirt, and to punish me for getting back from a coworker drinking get-together an hour later than I hold told you.

Ah, but I don't believe I introduced myself to you, reader. I'm Bella, gunning for a VP spot while simultaneously wondering how I ended up in the software world.

An itch that needs scratching here today. I love the idea of Bella being a submissive, slightly older (not terribly so) working woman to a dominant, younger college lady. Precisely who you are is left rather vague deliberately. Are you bookish and studious, this being as much an outlet for you as it is for me? An artsy, experimental girl, eager to make your lover a bit less professional than she purports to be? A goth or alt girl, looking entirely out place next to your prim and proper partner while we mutually love the contrast? I only ask you come with an interesting idea and a fairly concrete character, most everything else is up for debate!

And just to make it clear, Bella is strictly a submissive woman when it comes to the bedroom. Sure, commanding and uncompromising in the office, but that's an energy she prefers to shed upon returning home, even more so when getting with a lover.

Some of my kinks (not included in the kinklist in my profile, so do check that) that I'd like to work in are general riskiness (i.e. sorting out this relationship and my family and friends figuring out the details), punishments, unexpected visits, anal training (receiving), musk, sweat, insults (no slurs), being groped, tribbing, nudity, sucking strap-ons, subtle size difference (either Bella a little taller than your character or vice versa), you using my money to by outfits for you to enjoy me in, being shown off or paraded, and receiving praise.

I believe that's all I have regarding Bella for now, should you like to know more about me please consult my DPP Profile.