The choice of becoming a professional escort was probably the best one I made. Kinky and insatiable by nature, I was blooming in this role. Most of my clients were regulars, even if they initially didn’t plan it. At first, I was only providing a vanilla experience, but my knowledge of various fetish practises and eagerness to learn more quickly changed that. I’ve only been working as a professional escort for a year, but I was already popular and fully booked at all times. The thing that set me apart from other girls, was a vast collection of toys. Plenty of men were interested in trying out something new, although most of them didn’t dare further than an anal ply. One client in particular, Keith, was very open towards all kinds of new experiences. I was meeting him later today for his first electrostimulation session. I was really hoping he’d like it, since it was difficult to find partners for electrostimulation. Personally, I liked it rough, both as a giving and receiving side, but I promised to go easy on him. At least this time.
I invited him to my flat, it was easier this way. He was supposed to come here in about an hour, allowing me just enough time to prepare the room. I even dressed in a flirty dress, with a puffy skirt that barely covered my buttocks and a laced top that was more contouring my breasts than hiding them. Black, leather high heels and blood-red lips completed my look. I liked being in charge, but I had to look like a dominatrix to be one. This look definitely fit the profile, I looked sexy and dangerous, and I loved it.
Keith arrived exactly on time, as usual. I greeted him with a kiss, and he went to take a shower. I waited for him in the prepared room. All the toys were on display, already making me hungry. I listened to the quiet hum of the water running and awaited his return. Finally, the water stopped and a few moments later he entered the room wearing nothing but a towel I gave him.
“Take it off and get on your knees”, I ordered coldly, a predatory smile spilling on my lips.
He listened to me, immediately dropping to the floor.
I picked up a paddle and used it to push his chin up and make him look up at me.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” I asked him, digging the toy into his neck.
“Yes, Miss,” he confirmed, wincing from the pressure but not trying to move away.
“Maybe I’ll be good to you too then,” I smiled and let go of him.
I walked behind him and felt my right hand twitch, it was like the paddle itself wanted to spank him.
The first blow landed smoothly, with a loud clasp that echoed in the room. It happened so fast, he didn’t even have an opportunity to react, his whimper of pain coming in too late, when the red mark was already forming across his butt.
“Oh, sorry, was that too hard?” I mocked him, petting the bruise with the paddle.
He didn’t answer, probably not sure what to say. I couldn’t b lame him, to a question like this there are no correct answers.
I hit him again, this time more on the side. It was a tiny bit lighter, but still hard enough to make him whine. Another blow came soon after, and he jumped a little.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, gently slapping him on a cheek with an open hand.
“Count for me,” I said right before the paddle landed on his red arse again.
Ten blows later, he was sweating. I was surprised he hasn’t used the safe word. Of course, I knew he liked spanking and flogging, but usually, we would do it near the end of a session, now we were just beginning.
I walked around to find his cock hard and leaking. So that’s why he wasn’t complaining.
“Stand up and take a look,” I told him, and put the paddle on the bed, next to the rest of the toys.
He stared at the collection, his expression frozen in between terror and arousal.
“The more obedient you are, the less it will hurt,” I informed him.
“Yes, Miss,” he nodded slowly.
“Get back on the floor. On all four, this time.”
Every order of mine, he was immediately fulfilling. I was amazed by his obedience.
I pressed on his back, making him stick out his butt more. From our previous sessions, I knew he liked anal. Then, I took a lube bottle and let it drip into his crack. He winced, the liquid must’ve been cold. I started fingering him, my index finger easily going in and out. Once he relaxed, I replaced my finger with an anal plug. Then, I stuck a gel pad on his perineum. All of this was connected to a power supply.
My finger lingered on the power switch, I waited for his breath to come down. His body relaxed, and I turned the electric current on. It was on a low setting, merely pulsating at this point.
I turned it up, still staying on a low voltage. Then, I picked up a leather whip and hit his back. He moaned, arching even more. After a couple more lashes, I increased the power again. Just as I was about to land another blow on his ribs, he came on the floor. I smiled; looks like it’s not going to be our last electrostimulation session.
Since he enjoyed it so much, I turned up the power again, now painful contractions will attack him every couple of seconds.
“On your knees,” I ordered, putting the whip away.
He had a hard time getting up, but finally, he was kneeling in front of me. I raised my dress up, my pussy was right in front of his face.
“My turn,” I laughed, grabbing his hair.
Keith eagerly burrowed his face in my crotch, licking and sucking my wet pussy. I kept his head in place, but I didn’t have to steer him much, he clearly enjoyed himself.
After I came, which took embarrassingly little time, I let go of him.
“On the ground again,” I said, pushing him down.
I turned off the power and took out the anal plug. I hesitated with the other gel pad. His cock was still hard, although I wasn’t sure if he can come again. I checked the time, we had fifteen minutes left. It was enough, so I stuck another pad above his dick and turned it on again. He winced from the sudden electric shock.
“Do you like it?” I asked him.
“Yes, Miss.”
I increased the voltage again, watching his cock twitch and beg for touch.
Two minutes later, I turned it off, and as soon as I did, he came. I couldn’t have timed that better if I tried. Keith was heaving and shaking, while I unplugged everything, secretly smiling.
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