In the heart of Mayfair, behind the polished doors of a discreet hotel, two women stepped into a world of control and surrender. Our client had left us the key at reception, a silent invitation into his fantasy. He wanted two domination escorts in London and he wanted secrecy above all else. For Kate and me, it wasn’t just another booking — it was a chance to explore the psychology of obedience, to play with power in the elegant shadows of a Mayfair suite.
We entered the hotel room with the key he had left for us at the desk. Neither Kate nor I knew a single thing about our new client — not his age, not his taste, not even what kind of voice he had. That’s the strange thrill of secrecy; for us, it’s almost second nature as London escorts experienced in domination.
“Ready to have some fun, you loser?” Kate’s voice cut through the shadows. She was already in character, sharp as a whip.
The silhouette on the carpet shifted, kneeling. He nodded eagerly but stayed mute, the silence saying more than words could have.
I bit my lip, holding back a laugh. Kate as a dominatrix escort in London was a different creature altogether, and I was glad she wasn’t directing that fire at me.
“You’ll submit to us and do everything we want. Any disobedience or back talk will be punished. Do you understand?” Her heels clicked as she moved closer, voice low and merciless.
Another nod. Then Kate’s foot pressed against his chest, toppling him easily.
There was something vulnerable about him on the floor like that, his whole body tensed and waiting. I surprised myself by warming to it, kneeling beside him, my fingertips tracing slow, teasing circles against his skin just to see how far his restraint would hold. His jaw tightened, breath catching, and I could see the fight between self-control and desire ripple through him.
Kate joined me, her touch skimming everywhere except where he longed for it. She toyed with him, voice lilting with false sympathy. “Hmm… such eagerness. But you’ll have to wait, won’t you?”
His hips gave him away, tilting upwards as if begging. Kate only laughed, eyes glinting in the dark.
We escalated the play together, mouths and fingertips exploring his body, both of us feeding off the way he trembled beneath us. His breath grew uneven, sweat gathering along his temples, every sound he made muffled as he fought not to break the rules Kate had set.
Then she leaned back, letting the moment stretch. “Show us,” she commanded softly, the final test. “Prove how much you want us.”
What followed was pure surrender. His hands shook as he obeyed, every movement under our gaze alone. I wanted to intervene, wanted to blur the lines of control, but Kate’s eyes held me steady. She was the one ruling, and I let her.
The release came quickly, messy and unrestrained. He lay back, breathless, body damp with effort. Kate bent close, her finger brushing across his chest before she tilted it against his lips. Her smile was cold, wicked, perfect.
“Good boy,” she murmured. “Maybe next time, if you behave, you’ll deserve more.”
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