Riding the Edge of Pleasure – My Journey with Rough BDSM

Step into a world of intrigue and exploration of desires as an escort delves into the fascinating realm of BDSM. Despite her innocent appearance, she surprises herself and her client with her assertive command as a dominatrix. Their meeting reveals unexpected depths of mutual pleasure and tantalising power dynamics. 

A few months ago, I got really into BDSM and I pursued this interest outside of work. Recently, I’ve gotten comfortable enough to put it on my list of kinks as a domination escort.At first, there wasn’t much interest, probably because I don’t look like a typical dominatrix, not with my big innocent eyes and fragile frame. Nevertheless, I somehow got my first booking today. It was a new client, a man in his mid-forties, that was very curious about becoming a sub. He did have some experience in the matter, but still wanted something simple instead of rough sex. Simple is something I should be capable of, therefore we decided to meet at my place.

He came precisely on time and I asked him to take a shower first. I was already showered and dressed up for our shenanigans. I wore a dark purple, laced underwear, with matching stockings and threw a black, satin dressing gown over it. He wasn’t really my type, but he seemed like a nice guy, so I decided to give him a chance. When he came back, wearing nothing but a towel, he looked way more appealing. We already went through the list of things he wanted to do, all there was left to do was to get in the mood.

I gestured for him to follow me and lead him to the bedroom. The room was dark, lit only by a little desk lamp that I placed in the corner. The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking any leftover sun rays and the city lights. I sat on the edge of the bed, while he stood uneasily next to me on the floor. 

“Come on, slave, on your knees,” I ordered, smiling lightly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he nodded quickly and dropped on the floor so suddenly, I was sure he would bruise.

I placed my right leg on his shoulder and used my right foot to caress his cheek. He opened his mouth slightly, happy with my affection. He really was a perfect sub, he clearly knew more about the BDSM world than he told me.

“Massage my feet,” I said, still caressing him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he repeated and took my foot into both of his hands, placing a little kiss on my sole, before starting the massage.

I knew he liked feet, but his eagerness was still surprising and pleasant for me. I rolled the stocking off a bit.

“You can take it off,” I told him, and when he started doing so, I added, “With your mouth.”

He stopped and placed my foot on his lap, before leaning forward and gently grabbing the material with his teeth and slowly pulling it down. It was surprisingly sexual and intimate, making me shift uneasily. He took off my other stocking and resumed the massage. I could feel tension between us, it was electrical and overwhelming. I knew he didn’t want to have a real BDSM session just yet, but I couldn’t wait for him to warm up to it. It’s not just rough sex, it’s the absolute submission I wanted.

After another couple of minutes, I could no longer stand it.

“Stand up, slave,” I said and licked my lips nervously.

He obeyed my request and I added, pointing to the towel, “Take that off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he nodded and unwrapped the towel, revealing his hard cock.

I took off my dressing gown and lay on the bed.

“Do you want me?” I asked playfully.

“Of course, Mistress,” he replied, avoiding my gaze.

“Please me,” I said quietly, opening my legs.

He lay in between them, and started pulling down my panties.

“With your mouth only,” I interrupted him.

This time he only nodded, but did as I asked.

He took off my panties using his teeth, and soon I felt his wet tongue, tracing around my pussy. I let out a moan, to which he smiled and sucked on my clitoris. I grabbed his head, pulled on his hair a little, and made him go lower. His tongue slid inside me, making me moan again, and he started tongue-fucking me. As a professional escort I should be able to control myself more, but for some reason it seemed impossible then.

I finished quicker than I would want to admit, perhaps our little foreplay did more to me than I cared to admit.

“Lie next to me, slave,” I said, letting go of him.

He did as I asked, his cock was hard and throbbing, but he didn’t even try to touch himself. I traced along his shaft with my finger, making him gasp. Then, I sat in between his legs and started massaging his dick with my feet.

“Do you want to come, slave?” I asked him.

“Yes, please, Mistress,” he begged in between short breaths.

“Not yet,” I smiled and sped up.

I saw pre-cum leaking from his cock and stopped immediately. He was breathing heavily and shaking a little. Despite me having little to no experience in BDSM, I wanted to take it to the next level.

“You can finish now,” I said sweetly.

“But I…” he tried to oppose, but I looked at him, and he apologised, “Yes, Mistress.”

“I know you want it, slave,” I whispered, “Come for your Mistress.”

His cock twitched, and I leaned forward, blowing warm air on it. It was enough for him to finish, and he covered his abdomen in cum.

I wasn’t expecting him to come on command just yet, that’s why I helped him a little. At the end, he apologised and promised me he will do better next time. After he left, I laughed to myself. For some I’m just a professional escort, but for him, I’m a real Mistress.

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