Before I became an escort, I was a dominatrix for almost two years. BDSM was like my calling, I could never have enough of it. My client for tonight wanted to try his strength in the matter, and I gladly agreed — showing what you love to someone is always fun.
We met in my flat, after all, everything there was ready for a long BDSM session. The client, Jay, came on time, which I appreciated. The other Domination escort, Lizzie, who also happened to be a good friend of mine, came early. Threesomes were not usually my thing, but I make an exception from time to time. Especially since time I needed a model to demonstrate.
We all sat down on the couch and started discussing our plans for tonight.
“What sparked this interest for you?” I asked Jat, genuinely curious about his motivation.
“I don’t know, I guess I’ve always been a little submissive,” he shrugged, “Most of my ex-girlfriends were pretty bossy, so there’s that,” he laughed shortly and added, avoiding my careful gaze, “And recently, I’ve been watching a lot of BDSM related porn.”
“That’s good, nothing to be ashamed of,” I smiled at him, “Anything in particular you’d like to try?”
“Caning,” he answered without a second of hesitation.
I nodded, exchanging glances with Lizzie — she loved this type of fun and had more experience than me as a caning escort.
I talked the details over with him, no bruises left, no blood, just the usual agreement. We decided that first I’d demonstrate on Lizzie, then he’ll try to spank her a little, and then he’ll submit to me.
"Count down from ten, luvie," I told Lizzie, as I mounted her on the stand.
I took the bamboo cane, which was quite hard, but I knew she'd like the feel of it on her ass.
The first hit landed, and her left arse cheek immediately turned red.
I felt like I was coming home after a long leave, being a dominatrix escort is what I'm really made for.
"Ten!" she yelled out, her legs shaking slightly.
The cane smacked against her arse with a loud clap again.
"Nine!" she whimpered, shaking her ass on purpose.
This is how she was letting me know to go harder. I listened to her wishes.
"Eight!"
I canned her again, carefully aiming only for her thick, red buttocks.
"Seven!"
I glanced over at Jay, his eyes were a poor portrait of desire. For a minute only our heavy breathing was heard, until the cane whistled through the air.
"Six!" she cried out.
"More or less?" I asked, this time landing a softer blow on her arse.
"Five! Harder!"
Her answer surprised me, but I obeyed. Perhaps changing professions to a London escort has made me softer.
I hit her again.
"Four!"
And again.
"Three!"
And again.
"Two!"
The last strike was so hard it almost hurt my hand.
"One!"
I hanged the bamboo cane back on the display.
“Do you want to have a go with her?” I asked Jay.
He nodded.
“Try with just a little spanking first,” I instructed.
He came closer, and I showed him how he should keep his hand and where to smack her.
Clasp.
His hand landed on her right buttock, leaving a red print.
“Wow,” he commented, looking at his palm with bewilderment, like he had just done magic.
He continued to spank my escort friend for a couple more minutes, until his own hand was red.
“Do you want to try a cane or a whip?” I offered.
He nodded, without specifying which one.
I picked out a plastic cane for him, it was quite soft and flexible. Great for a beginner who didn’t know how to move his wrist, and also wasn’t aware of his own strength.
I showed him the best I could what I was expecting from him, and he quickly got a hang of it.
After just five cuts, Lizzie interrupted with our safe word.
“Sorry, but if I come one more time, I’d pass out,” she laughed.
I unstrapped her and helped her to a glass of water.
“So, you had an orgasm because of this?” Jay asked curiously.
“Of course, more than one,” she laughed.
He looked at me, like a child looks at their mummy for wisdom.
“Well, most slaves come from getting punished,” I shrugged.
“I thought it’s a myth,” he explained.
“Ready to try, then?” I inquired, carefully watching his reaction.
His eyes lit up, as he nodded vigorously.
We entered the hotel room using the key, that he left us at the front desk. Neither Kate nor me, knew anything about our new client. Fortunately, we were both professional escorts, so we were used to secrecy.
"Ready to have some fun, you loser?" Kate said, once, she saw a kneeling silhouette in the dark room.
He nodded eagerly, but no words came out.
I had to put a hand over my mouth to suppress laughter. Kate was so different as a dominatrix, her whole expression changed. I was glad that I was with her, and not kneeling next to the man.
"You will submit to us and do anything we want. Any disobedience or back talk will be punished. Do you understand?" she said, walking closer to him.
He nodded again, to which Kate pushed him with her heel, toppling him over.
He was already naked, and his cock half-hard. She moved it around a little with the tip of her shoe and then crouched next to his crotch. She held his little cock up, pinching the foreskin near the head. It must’ve been painful, but he stayed quiet.
I finally warmed up a little to the femdom idea, and kneeled near his head instead; he was quite handsome. I slowly moved my fingers in circles around his nipples, carefully watching his reaction. His cock twitched and he tightened his jaw. Our work must’ve had an effect on him.
Kate didn’t let me tease him alone, her hands started running up his thighs and across his lower stomach, missing his nether regions on purpose. We both kept touching him, irritating his sensitive from arousal skin with our long nails and pinches.
"Is this for us?" Kate asked, as she grabbed his throbbing, now fully hard, cock.
Our client nodded immediately, he was a good slave. Just as good as Kate was a dominatrix.
"Hm, your little sausage is going to have to wait," she said in a fake sad voice and let go of his erection.
He thrust his hips upwards, trying to hold on to the feeling of her hand on his dick.
"You need to wait, dummy," Kate laughed at that.
Now, it was time for the second phase. We started to kiss and lick his body. He loved it, we could see the pre-cum leaking out of his member. Kate kissed his neck, sucking on it gently, before heading lower, all the way down to his chest. He let out a grunt, as his body shook with pleasure. She proceeded to tease his nipples, biting, sucking and licking the sensitive area.
I was tired of this teasing, and my own arousal was growing. I stood up and took off my panties, leaving the skirt on. Then, I sat on his face, making him eat me out. Kate got up and kneeled in between his legs. She finally wrapped her fingers around his cock. He moaned, but my pussy deafened the sound. I started riding him even faster, as his arousal only made mine bigger.
Kate sat on his hips and started moving, his cock was trapped between her pussy and his lower stomach. She stopped, once I finished, and moved aside.
"Now show us how much you want us," she said, once again effortlessly stepping into the role of a dominatrix, "Cum for us."
Neither of us was touching him now. I watched as his chest raised up and then back down, he was breathing heavily. Sweat formed on his forehead, actually I only now noticed all his body was glistering from it.
He slowly grabbed his member and hissed from pain, as apparently it was too long of a wait for him. But, being obedient was more important, and he started jerking off. We watched his every move like vultures, waiting for their victim to die. I was dying to touch him, but Kate’s stern look was keeping me in my place. Technically, we were both doing femdom, but it was clear she was ruling.
We didn’t have to wait long, soon our client came, spilling his seed on his stomach and moaning. I licked my lips, watching the last drops of cum squeeze out of his cock. I was dying to lick it off, but I couldn’t. Kate didn’t hold back and dragged her finger across the stain. Then, she smeared it over his lips.
“Good boy,” she whispered, “Maybe next time, you’ll deserve more.”