Role plays were never my favourite thing, but I like being dominated, and this idea was putting me in a position of complete obedience. Rough BDSM also wasn’t for me, pain was something I was very much afraid of, but Randy, the client, promised me that power play was the only element of that we’d be touching. I’ve never met him before, but I decided to trust him. Still, we agreed on a safe word, just in case he oversteps the boundaries.
As he called very early, I had a whole day to prepare. I was supposed to be playing a secretary, and a white collar office job was probably the furthest you can go from being a professional party escort. Regardless, I liked it, actually I always wanted to see what’s it like to be an employee at a big corporation. Wearing formal clothes and looking all serious and smart at all times – that seemed like a good job. Certainly, I would be respected more then. After careful consideration, I put on a navy blue dress, a white thin belt to highlight my waist and a white jacket. My heels also were white, same with the little bag I took with me. The only piece that was contrasting with my attire was a blood-red lipstick. My lingerie was red as well, but he took some time before finding that one out.
We met in the hotel lobby, he insisted that we should at least talk face to face before the actual role play starts.
“Hello,” he greeted me, eyeing my whole silhouette.
“Hi, nice to finally see you,” I smiled.
He returned the gesture and finally stopped looking at me with animal hunger.
“I’m sorry that I’m staring so much,” he apologised and let out a nervous laugh, “It’s just… You look beautiful in your pictures, but in real-life… You’re absolutely stunning.”
I felt heat spilling on my cheeks; trying not to blush was futile.
“Thanks, that’s sweet,” I thanked him and let him take my hand to lead me to the elevators.
We discussed the details of our role play one more time, and made sure we both remembered the safe word. Once again, I told him what my boundaries were, and he once again promised me to respect them.
He entered the room first, I was supposed to wait a minute. After it passed, I quickly entered the suite.
“You’re late,” he said as I closed the door behind me.
“I’m so sorry, Boss,” I apologised, “There was this traffic jam and I…”
“Did I hire you to have a live update on the traffic?” he interrupted me, “Come here.”
I obediently came closer. He was sitting at the table, which I guess was supposed to be a desk. I didn’t sit on the opposite side, not without a clear permission.
“Sit down,” he sighed, and I immediately listened, he came closer and stood behind me, “Tell me, why should I fire you on the spot?”
“Please, I need this job. It won’t happen again, I promise,” I tried to find good arguments, but nothing was coming to my head. I was a professional party escort, and now I had to act like a completely unprofessional secretary!
“Oh, really? It’s already happened a lot,” he brushed my hair, “Unless you can prove you can be useful, I don’t see a reason to keep you here.”
I swallowed nervously.
“There are others, you know? More qualified, smarter… Prettier,” he continued coldly, his hand still in my hair, “What are you even good at?”
“I… I… I can be useful to you, sir,” I stuttered, “In more than just taking phone calls.”
“Get on the desk,” he ordered.
I was surprised, this role play escalated quickly, nevertheless, I did as he told me. He even helped me get on it and lie on my back. Then, he made me tilt my head back over the edge and open my mouth.
“Let’s see if you can be useful,” he said quietly, “Or maybe you can’t even be my cumdumster.”
I kept my mouth open as wide as I could and let him spit in it. Soon, I felt his hard cock slapping against my cheek. I moaned and reached to unbutton my dress to expose my boobs. His free hand immediately started roughly massaging my breasts, that much BDSM I can stand.
“Good whore,” he laughed as he pushed the whole length into my throat, deaf to my struggles and choking.