“Kate, Kate! He called for us again!” I said excitedly, jumping up and down like a kid.
“What? Who called?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed and the look of utter confusion blossomed on her face.
“Derek! You know, the guy we made our slave two weeks ago?” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Oh, right,” she waved her hand and smiled, “So, he wants another BDSM session.”
“Precisely,” I nodded solemnly.
“Now you got me all excited,” she giggled, “When did you book him?”
“Two days from now. Don’t worry, I checked your schedule.”
“Oh, we have very little time to prepare,” she pouted.
“Are we going to prepare? Really? I mean, the last time you seemed to know exactly what to do without any preparation whatsoever,” I opposed, confused.
“Obviously, I know what to do. But still, it would be nice to prepare a bit, make sure all the roles are settled,” she shrugged.
“Oh, but the roles are settled,” I laughed, throwing my head back and leaning forward, tracing her collarbone with my fingertip. “You’re the dominatrix and we serve you.”
“That’s how you want to play?” she laughed, “Well, we will see then.”
She gently brushed my thigh, as she passed me in the tight corridor. She didn’t turn back to look at me, but she must have known my eyes never left her curvy silhouette, not until she turned the corner.
Actually, I’ve never seen Kate or any of the London escort girls I worked with as sexual objects, but after what we did… I was starting to be really into her.
The next two days seemed to stretch forever. Finally, the long-awaited evening came. I thought that Kate was going to go to the meeting with me, but she had different plans. Two hours before the appointment, I got a text from her:
Go meet with Derek 10 minutes early. Both get undressed and wait for me in the bedroom. Don’t do anything sexual.
I simply replied that I agree. I could barely contain myself, I knew this night was going to be unforgettable.
As most of the time I was supposed to be naked, I didn’t bother too much with my outfit. I did light make-up, put on some jeans and a plain T-shirt, nothing special and nothing standing out. I went to the hotel and picked up the key that Derek left us at the reception. It was the same room as the last time, so I easily found the way on my own.
“Hi,” I said loudly, coming inside.
“Hey,” Derek showed up in the corridor, naked and smiling, “You’re early.”
“Kate told me to come before her. We’re supposed to wait in the bedroom, naked. And we can’t do anything fun without her,” I explained, blushing a little.
He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. Once in the bedroom, he lay down on the bed, not even trying to hide his crotch area.
“You’re very comfortable with your body,” I noticed, when I started undressing.
I was jealous of him, despite being a professional escort, I still struggled with my body image.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he laughed, “I mean, I know I’m not perfect, but that’s the only body I got, so why be ashamed of it?”
In some ways he was right, but it wasn’t like I could just stop comparing myself to other women. Especially since a very beautiful one was just about to join us.
I finished undressing and lay beside Derek, keeping a little distance between us.
“I can’t wait for what she planned,” she told me, smiling.
“Me too,” I agreed and we laughed.
“She has this dominatrix energy around her, doesn’t she?”
“I guess. I’ve never noticed it before, but once the situation is right she, hm, steps into this persona,” I answered and shrugged.
“She’s amazing,” he said and quickly corrected himself, “You’re too, but you know…”
“I know and she is,” I smiled and we exchanged knowing glances.
She had enchanted both of us.
The object of our discussion just entered the room complex, the door to the bedroom was closed, but we heard the main one shutting. We immediately got quiet and waited patiently for our dominatrix. A good couple of minutes passed, before she opened the door and smiled seeing us.
“Was he a good boy?” she asked me.
I needed some time to gather myself, but finally I nodded.
Her outfit simply stunned me. She was wearing a red corset that made her look even more curvy, matching panties and thighs. She also had the highest leather, black heels I’ve ever seen. My eyes were glued to her large breast, and when I managed to stop, I noticed Derek had even less strength than me.
Kate laughed, throwing her head back, her chest shook from the vibrations. She knew she could do absolutely anything to us and we would still love it. And that was what she planned.
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