Ever since I started working as a roleplay escort in London, I’ve developed a passion for bringing kinky scenarios to reality. Winter was a special time, all Snow Queen’s dreams were coming to life but the fantasy I was toying with today was quite different. The client wanted me to portray Santa Claus. A female Santa Claus visits a naughty man and teaches him a lesson, he even wants a spanking. I wasn’t down with this idea, but I promised to give it some thought. After I talked it over with some friends, I decided to go for it — this is probably a once-in-a-lifetime offer, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.
We set up a meeting in his hotel room, he even provided the cosplay outfit for me. I picked up the key at the reception desk and headed to the room. As we discussed, the outfit was waiting for me in the small hallway. A soft gleam, from underneath the door in front of the entrance, informed me that the client was already waiting. I quickly changed, fixed my hair in the small mirror and opened the bedroom door.
With a swirl of festivity and the jingle of golden bells, mounted at my sleeves, I entered the room. The deep red velvet dress, adorned with playful faux fur and cinched at the waist with a gleaming gold buckle, announced my arrival with a touch of timeless charm. I had knee-high black boots, each boasting an oversized gold buckle, which added a modern twist to the classic ensemble. A red Santa hat perched atop my head, crowned with a fluffy pom-pom, completed the festive transformation. As I crossed the threshold, the room seemed to light up with the season’s magic, and the air buzzed with the joyous anticipation only a Santa Claus entrance could bring.
At first, I didn’t even notice my client, but I felt his careful gaze, glued to me. Finally, our eyes met and we smiled at each other.
“Have you been good this year?” I asked, leaning against the door frame.
“Yes, Miss,” he nodded eagerly.
That’s not quite how I envisioned this role-play. I raised my eyebrow in suspicion.
“No, Miss, I’m sorry,” he corrected himself, looking down at his feet.
I sat on the bed, crossing my legs.
“Strip, it’s time for your punishment,” I ordered and added, “Someone deserves a good spanking.”
A leather whip was already waiting for my skilled hand, he left it on the bed for me. BDSM role play was a frequent assignment for me since I became a Domination escort in London.
He surprised me how fast he managed to wiggle out of his clothes.
“Good boy,” I praised him, “Now, it’s time to take off my shoes.”
He shuffled closer to me, remaining on his knees.
The boots had a zip on a side, but he started with the buckle. Carefully, he reached down, his fingers grazing the smooth surface of the shoes. With precise and slow motion, he began to unzip them, the soft and harsh at the same time sound ripped through the room. As the zippers glided downward, the snug fit of the boots slowly released its hold on my calves, and I sighed. I was only wearing them for like ten minutes, but they were quite uncomfortable.
He paused, for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then, a swift, subtle tug and both of my boots, one after another, got pulled down. The high boots, once a sleek and defining accessory, now sat in stillness, leaving my feet bare and exposed.
“What? You forgot your tongue?” I smirked.
He took my left foot in his hands and started kissing my toes, one after another. I glanced at his cock, he was already aroused. I felt his tongue in between my toes and let out a moan.
“You can touch yourself,” I graciously allowed him.
He continued kissing and licking my feet, jerking off at the same time. I watched him for a while, taking pleasure in his demeaning position. Then, I grabbed the whip and started slapping his thighs and arse. He wasn’t particularly athletic, but I could still see his muscles moving and twitching under his skin after every hit. Usually, I preferred spanking with my bare hands, but it was impossible in this position.
After his arse got completely red from spanking, he stopped for a moment, and informed me “I need to finish, Miss.”
I nodded and stopped whipping him.
“You can come on my feet,” I told him, leaning back.
Almost as soon as I said that, I felt something warm and wet on my right foot. Looks like my bad boy got a gift after all.
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