When I first stepped into escorting, I thought it would be all about charm, dinners, perhaps a little flirtation. But if I’m honest, I’ve always been restless by nature, curious, a little kinky. So of course, the work became more than just company. It became a space where I could explore. At first I offered nothing more than the usual girlfriend style evenings, but the toys crept in, then the ropes, the outfits, and soon enough my calendar was filled with men who wanted more than just conversation.
Keith was one of the best of them. He wasn’t frightened of new things. He’d listen, consider, then nod and say, “Let’s try it.” I valued that about him. Tonight, I’d promised him his first taste of electro play. I was almost as eager as he was—there aren’t many partners who will go that far.
I spent an hour preparing my flat. Toys lined up on the bed, neat and deliberate. A low hum from the device, a promise of what was to come. My outfit was part costume, part armour: a black dress with a skirt that barely covered me, lace at the top that teased rather than hid, the kind of heels that forced a different posture. I like looking dangerous; it helps me feel it.
Keith arrived on the dot, as always. He kissed my cheek politely, then went for a shower. That left me waiting in the room, the sound of water running in the background while I stood among my toys, impatient. When he finally walked in wearing only a towel, I smiled slowly.
“Take it off and get on your knees,” I said, letting the command hang in the air.
He obeyed without hesitation. I raised his chin with a paddle, forcing his eyes to meet mine.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Maybe I’ll be good to you too,” I murmured, dropping the paddle from his throat.
The first strike landed sharp, a crack that echoed in the room. He flinched late, the mark already colouring. I let out a small laugh.
“Oh—too much? Poor thing,” I teased, brushing the paddle over the sore spot. He didn’t answer. There wasn’t really a safe answer to that question, was there?
The paddle came down again, harder this time. Then again. I told him to count, and he did, voice trembling but steady. By the tenth blow he was sweating, shoulders tense, yet still no safe word. I circled him, studying how far I could take him, and noticed with quiet satisfaction how much he seemed to be leaning into the punishment.
“Stand up. Look at the bed.”
His eyes moved over the collection of toys laid out, and I saw his face freeze somewhere between fascination and dread.
“The more obedient you are, the easier it will feel,” I said.
“Yes, Miss,” he whispered.
“Back down. All fours this time.”
He dropped immediately. I pressed against his back, adjusting his posture until he presented himself just right. From our earlier sessions I knew he liked to be stretched and tested, so I didn’t hesitate. A little cold lube, then a slow, deliberate pause to let him adjust. His body shivered at the sensation, but he stayed still. I slipped in the plug and placed a pad against him.
The hum of the device filled the silence as I pressed the switch. A soft pulse at first. His breathing hitched, then steadied. I watched his shoulders relax, and only then did I turn the current up a notch.
The whip came next, leather across his back in sharp contrast to the rhythmic pulses. He groaned, arching, the two sensations pulling him apart and holding him there. I increased the current again, his body twitching beneath my hand. Still no safe word.
“On your knees,” I ordered, dropping the whip.
It took him a moment to obey, his body slow, but eventually he was kneeling in front of me, breath ragged. I lifted my skirt, close enough for him to understand exactly what I wanted.
“My turn,” I said softly, pulling him closer.
He didn’t need steering. His mouth moved where I wanted it, eager, desperate even. I held him there, letting him work, and my release came quicker than I cared to admit. I bit back a laugh, running fingers through his hair before pushing him away.
“Down again,” I told him, voice firmer.
I switched off the device and removed the plug. For a moment I considered ending there, but we still had time. Enough time. His body was flushed, still humming with energy. I hesitated, then placed a second pad against him and flicked the switch. He winced at the jolt, groaned as the current began its work.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, Miss,” he breathed.
I turned the dial higher, watching the way he strained under the rhythm of each pulse. Two minutes in, I cut the power suddenly. The timing was perfect—his whole body shuddered in response, collapsing into the carpet in a mix of relief and exhaustion.
I unplugged everything slowly, almost tenderly, and smiled to myself. Keith had found something he hadn’t known he wanted. And I knew he’d ask for it again.
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