Edgware Road after dark is never quiet, but there’s a different kind of electricity when you know exactly where you’re heading. For a client looking for a high class escort in London, the backdrop of a discreet hotel bar is perfect — neutral, elegant, charged with the possibility of what’s to follow. Tonight’s request was simple: he wanted a femdom experience, and I was more than ready to give it.
I was always a fan of women in charge. The men in control never stirred me the same way, but women… they had a gravity I couldn’t ignore. That realisation years ago, the quiet click of my own bisexuality, was what nudged me into the world of domination. These days, I was a dominatrix in every sense, though not all my clients sought that particular service. Many did, though — and tonight was one of those nights.
Dressing for the part is half the seduction. I slipped into a black dress that held close to every line of me, heels a shade of scarlet that could stop traffic, lips to match. My makeup was light — power isn’t painted on, it’s carried.
The hotel on Edgware Road was familiar ground. I arrived early, but he was already at the bar, neat in a white shirt with rolled sleeves, his forearms catching my eye at once. A man who doesn’t keep a woman waiting earns marks before the game begins.
As I walked towards him, he stood, smiling warmly.
“Hello, it’s lovely to finally meet you.”
“Hi,” I returned, and meant it.
Drinks were ordered, words exchanged. He was attentive, curious, letting me lead the rhythm of the conversation, which mattered. Trust is the foundation of all true domination — and he seemed to understand that instinctively. It reminded me of another meeting not long ago, where the request had been different: a high class girlfriend experience in Kensington. Softer, sweeter. This night, however, would be a different flavour entirely.
When we reached his room, anticipation filled the air so thick I could almost taste it. We sat on the edge of the bed like two people caught between laughter and hunger. His eyes were wide, waiting.
“You’re more handsome than I expected,” I said softly, then leaned closer, “It makes me wonder what you’re hiding under those clothes.”
He shifted, uncertain, and I laid my hand on his thigh.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy.”
“Yes, Miss,” he murmured, and just like that, the spell was sealed.
The evening moved like a dance. My words drew him in, his responses gave me more to play with. Each command carried weight, each pause a reminder that pleasure and permission belonged to me alone. When I told him to kneel, he obeyed. When I leaned in for a kiss, he gave it hungrily, letting me lead, letting me take.
“You don’t deserve to see me bare,” I teased, watching the flicker of frustration cross his face. His nod was quiet, obedient, delicious.
I didn’t need rope to bind him. My voice was enough, my gaze enough. Each instruction I gave pressed him deeper into submission, and each time he thanked me, the heat between us rose. There were moments where my own body threatened to betray me, where I longed to let him see how much I wanted it too — but control was mine to keep.
By the time I gave him permission to let go, he was trembling with restraint, his release timed to my word, not his own. That is what true surrender looks like — the freedom of being told when.
Afterwards, still catching my breath, I tilted my head and asked quietly, “What do we say?”
“Thank you, Miss,” he answered, the smile on his face genuine, almost radiant.
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