My Pleasure as a Bondage-Loving Escort

I started getting more and more into BDSM, so I told my boss about it. Next time a client called looking for a submissive, he recommended me. Of course, he contacted me beforehand and asked me if I would be alright with it. I checked the description and agreed, even though I was hesitant at first. It was supposed to be just light bondage play, nothing too extreme.

For the whole day, I was very excited, basically counting down the time until the evening. My heart was fluttering in my chest, I could barely contain myself. Finally, it was time, I dressed up and went to the hotel. I was so distracted that I ended up there half an hour too early. I decided to go on a walk in the gardens, to clear my head. Not only that, but I was thinking about what’s about to happen and if I’m definitely going to be able to do this. I was never a submissive, it’s not like I’m a dominant person, but being obedient isn’t for me. I was afraid that I will mess it up somehow and the client would get mad at me. As a fetish escort, the thing, that I care about most, is making all my clients feel comfortable and contained. What if I’m not able to do this? I was getting more and more scared. Actually, I was even planning to just back out and call in sick. But then my alarm rang, and it was too late to cancel. I went back to the hotel lobby, as discussed, the key was already waiting for me there, so I went upstairs to the room.

The room was dark when I entered. Confused, I knocked gently on the door frame, but nobody answered. I hung my coat on the hanger and waited patiently. I didn’t know what should I do next, it was the first time I was in a situation like this.

“Hello?” I asked quietly, I didn’t wish to disturb the silence that was filling the room. 

“Strip and go to the bedroom,” I heard a male voice. 

I was pretty irritated that I couldn’t even see him. His voice sounded good, it was very deep and masculine. I didn’t know what else I could do, beside doing what he asked for. It felt weird to just be stripping in the hallway, but that wasn’t even the strangest thing I’ve done as a fetish escort.

Entering the bedroom, I felt a little scared, but I did my best to remain calm on the surface. I could see a male silhouette in the corner of the room. He was clearly looking at me, but I couldn’t see him. Most of the room was completely dark, the only light spots were the entrance and the bed. 

“Turn around.” he ordered. 

I didn’t answer, but did as he asked. I knew BDSM was all about obedience, so I was trying my best to be just that.

“Spread your ass. I want to see you all.” 

His last order didn’t sound pretty, but I still agreed. 

I leaned a bit forward and spread my ass cheeks, doing, so I felt cold air on my pussy and shivered.

“Mmmm… That’s nice. Very nice.” I heard him say, “Go on the bed and lie face down.” 

By this time I got used to being obedient, so once again, I nodded and went on the bed. 

The mattress was surprisingly comfortable, the pillow too. I felt the bed moving, as if someone has joined me, I got stressed and shivered again. I felt something cold on my hands, as if someone… 

“Are those handcuffs?” I asked, scared yet intrigued.

I liked it, it was a light form of bondage I already tried and loved.

“What else were you expecting?” he scoffed, “Now, no more questions. Just wait here for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, since that seemed like a proper answer.

A couple of minutes later, I felt his hand on my right ass cheek. I momentarily tensed up, this whole situation was making me scared and stressed, it was hard to stay relaxed. He gently dragged his hand down my thigh, all the way to my foot. That’s where he stopped being delicate and harshly grabbed my ankle, pulling it up. I felt rope tightening around it, and spreading my legs further. He did the same to my other leg. So far, I tried bondage a couple of times, but it was different. I could feel that my pussy was exposed, and it was making me both scared and aroused at the same time.

I felt his finger on my neck, slowly being dragged down and down, before it stopped an inch above my arse. It was enough for me, despite being helpless and in possible danger, the lust he made me feel clouded my vision. This is what all the BDSM fans were talking about.

“What do you want?” he asked quietly, his finger still on my lower back.

“Take me,” I whispered, almost inaudibly.

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