Mr. Jones kept a modest size home in Northern New York that had belonged to his family for several generations. It was a beautiful bring home with small yard and a well landscaped grounds.
The five bedroom home held special significance to Mr. Jones as one of his favorite places his family spent the holidays i his childhood.
His favorite room, however, was the richly decorated office. It held wall to wall book shelves, stuffed with books from every generation of males in the family. It also featured a large wooden desk and fine leather chairs that had been meticulously cared for over the years.
Attached to this room through a small entrance was a "seating room" that he had lovingly remodeled upon inheriting the house. The look of the room blended nicely to the attached office. At first glance, one would miss the very interesting additions.
The room also held nearly wall to wall bookshelves containing more books and several unique pieces of art. A small leather sofa and wooden coffee sits directly in the middle of the room. In the back left corner the wall held a large wooden frame, beautifully stained with leather straps at each corner. Opposite the sofa there was unique adjustable chair in the same woods and leathers of the room. It too had several straps and buckles. Under the large curtained window to the right middle if the room sat a long table with several draws full of the unique tools of his "trade" while in the house.
In another corner of the room there was a beautiful leather chaise longue with a large flat velvet pillow to one side of it. The room revealed both the pleasure and the pain of the encounters it frequently held.
The house was his refuge from business hustle, and his favorite place to be. It was of no difficulty to select it as the location for He and Mandi's special kind of encounters.
As the house was his only completely private residence, he rarely accepted visitors to the location. He preferred to keep his typical social interactions at his apartment outside the city.
However, on rough nights and planned vacations, he and Mandi would arrange to spend the evening at the house.
"The house."
There wasn't a significant reason for the title, it just sort of stuck after the initial contract between the two of them was completed. Upon entering, Mandi stepped out of her persona of boss journalist into the very special role as Mr. Jones's one and only sub.
Mr. Jones, on the other hand, let his powerful leadership experience shape his ability to dominate Mandi's every move when they are together. He is strict and quiet man in the house, a stark contrast from the day to day demands as CEO that requires him to speak often and diplomatically. Thankfully, it didn't require many words to make Mandi obey once he arrived at the house, nor did he have to be concerned how his words would be taken by her obedient ears.
The house was the place where Mr. Jones could quietly control everything Mandi willing wanted to give up.