Can A Dominatrix Be Led Into A Submissive Role Play?

Even though in our last meeting of “Dominate me Boss”, he swore that next time he’ll be a submissive… He still insisted on dominating again. It’s not that I didn’t like it, but BDSM still makes me nervous, and I liked being in control. Obviously, there was also role play included and last time I checked I was a GFE London escort not an actress, but fine. He was good in bed and paid well, so there was little I wouldn’t agree to.

We met at the Kensington hotel for drinks beforehand, already in character. I liked role plays that actually had a beginning and end.

“Hey, beautiful, may I buy you a drink?” he asked, taking a place next to me at the counter.

“Mmmm…” I studied him head to toe for a while before smiling widely, “Definitely.”

We flirted for a while, he wasn’t good at it, but I tried to hold the conversation. In the end, I had to be the one to invite myself upstairs to his room. 

He got more forward once we were alone.

“You’re so sexy,” he breathed into my neck, kissing it.

His hand reached down under my already revealing dress, and ran up my thigh towards my crotch. My panties stopped him, but only for a second, before he pulled them down, almost tearing them apart. He smiled, noticing how wet I already was. Then, he placed a finger on my clit and pushed a little, applying just the right amount of pressure. I involuntarily jumped, and a whimper escaped my mouth.

“Excited?” he laughed in this low, manly voice that sends shivers down any woman’s spine.

I didn’t answer, I didn’t trust my voice.

“Are you?” he asked again, pushing with more force now.

“Yes,” I said, but my voice cracked a bit, revealing how aroused I actually was.

It was embarrassing how easily he was making me overpowered with passion. I was a professional escort, but he was professionally making me lose my mind.

He didn’t comment on that. I expected a cocky remark or to be called a whore again, since he liked it so much the last time, but he stayed silent. 

His fingers slid inside me and another whimper escaped my parted lips. A slight smirk showed on his face, and he started moving his fingers. I wasn’t a fan of fingering, it always only made me want more. This time, the longing was even stronger, since I knew how good he is at sex. He seemed to be getting better at this BDSM stuff, too.

“Please,” I whispered after a couple of minutes.

It was like torture. I was melting under his touch, craving more and more, but stuck on the verge of an actual orgasm. I began moving my hips in time with his movements to grind against his hand, but it still wasn’t enough. As time went on, louder and louder whimpers eventually became moans, almost screams. 

“Please, please” I begged him.

I could do anything to get a cock inside me right now, and he must’ve known that.

I thought he was deaf to my pleas, but suddenly he removed his hand. I involuntarily whimpered, and my hips jerked again. This time, he openly laughed at me.

“Look at yourself right now, whore,” he commented, and a pleasant sensation washed over my body hearing the offensive term, “You’d fuck just about anyone.”

I blushed and turned her head away from him. It seemed I was doing just the thing everyone says men are doing – thinking with my crotch. I was a London escort, I should control myself better!

“How bad do you need to come?” he asked me.

“I’ll do anything you want, if you promise to fuck me,” I answered honestly, looking down. 

“Anything?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised up.

“Anything,” I repeated, this time looking him dead in the eye.

“On your knees,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

I dropped to my knees so fast it hurt, but I didn’t care. I was here to fulfil his orders. At least, for the length of the role play… Which, at this moment, I wished would never end.