There are evenings when a client surprises me by asking for something outside the norm. As a High Class escort , I’m used to playing with power, but usually I’m the one in control. This time, in a Piccadilly hotel penthouse, my regular client begged me to let him lead. He wanted a taste of role play, to step into the role of the Boss. I agreed — partly out of curiosity, partly because roleplay has always been about surrendering to the theatre of it all.
This time was different. My client had begged me endlessly until I finally agreed to let him take the reins. Usually he was happiest surrendering, but tonight he wanted to explore Domination role play. I wasn’t convinced he could pull it off but being a professional escort in London, I knew how to play my part. The scene was set: the big boss in his office, and me, the employee in trouble.
The keys were waiting at reception, and soon I was stepping quietly into the Piccadilly hotel penthouse. Luxury met stillness; the perfect backdrop for our game.
“Hello, Boss,” I said softly, lowering my gaze just enough to keep in character. “You promised you’d take me in hand today… and I need it.”
“Somebody’s been very naughty,” he replied, settling into his new role with surprising ease.
“Then punish me, Boss,” I purred, resting against the table as though awaiting my sentence.
He rose slowly, height and presence doing most of the work, then spun me gently and pressed me against the polished surface. His hand came down sharply — not cruel, but enough to make me flinch. At first, I laughed lightly, testing how serious he would be, but his next strike carried more weight. A sting bloomed across me, and I couldn’t help a soft whimper.
He paused, reading me carefully — that’s the thing I admire about seasoned clients who truly respect boundaries. Even in the heat of submissive play, he could sense when to temper things.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his tone darker now.
“Yes, Boss,” I whispered, wriggling under his grip, though his strength kept me pinned.
“Tell me more,” he pressed.
“Please, Boss… I need you,” I confessed, voice trembling between embarrassment and thrill.
From there, the rhythm grew sharper. My body was caught between wanting more and wanting to slow down. The table beneath me was hard, unforgiving, but that contrast only heightened the tension. His stance shifted — freeing one hand, which landed another reminder of who was in charge. I gasped, torn between protest and surrender.
The air grew hotter, my pulse climbing until I was dizzy with sensation.
“I’m close,” I admitted in a breathless rush.
“Not before me,” he growled, completely absorbed in his role.
He turned me over, folding my arms beneath myself, as though bound. His grip was firmer now, his eyes sharp with power.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Normally, I would resist words like that, but role play has its own rules. “I’m yours, Boss,” I murmured, giving in to the script.
That was enough to drive us both over the edge, the scene climaxing in a frenzy of heat and control until we collapsed, breathless and laughing.
“I think I rather like being in charge,” he grinned, straightening his shirt. “But next time… it’s back to you.”
I smiled, smoothing my hair, already slipping back into my usual confidence. For one night in the Piccadilly hotel penthouse, I’d seen my submissive client explore a side he’d hidden away. And though my heart still lies with the thrill of Girlfriend Experience role play and being the one who commands, I had to admit: he surprised me.
If you enjoy reading about shifting power and playful punishment, you might like the story of Duo Domination in Mayfair, where two women lead the game together.
Every encounter is its own performance — sometimes tender, sometimes testing — and that’s what makes the world of London escort stories endlessly fascinating.