I started working as an escort girl about five years ago, and even though I sometimes regret not finishing my master’s degree sometimes, I really like the job. I met a lot of friends doing what I’m doing, and my job schedule is flexible. Unfortunately, some clients want things that I just cannot give them, and this was one of those times. I wanted to say no, straight up. When I heard what it’s about, I wanted to refuse. But I didn’t. I don’t know why. Everyone was saying that I should take it because the guy pays well, and I guess I do have a little problem with refusing. The thing that I didn’t want to do wasn’t even that extreme. I’ve done a lot of more extreme stuff, but this was something that I had bad memories about. The client was a new guy, I’ve never met him before and neither did my co-workers. He wanted to try a little bit of BDSM, and as much as I actually enjoy rough sex, he wanted to do one thing I’m not okay with – tying up. I don’t like being tied up, I hate being unable to move or run away whenever I want to. This is because of some traumas that I have, and that I’m not willing to discuss with my clients.
My boss still forwarded the request to me and asked me to talk with the client. He knew that I didn’t want to be tied up, but he said that I should try to expand my boundaries more. I hesitantly called the client and told him straight up that I don’t feel comfortable being tied up: honesty is the best tactic. He said that it’s fine, he has never done anything like this, but he wanted to try being in charge. He explained that it’s not like he’s going to tie me up, so I cannot even breathe, he just wanted to try some handcuffs, something light like this. Furthermore, he said that we can opt for the cheap ones that can be easily broken, instead of BDSM unbreakable equipment. And he promised me he wouldn’t do anything that I wouldn’t want to, and that will stay communicating the whole time, no gagging.
I still wasn’t convinced, but his words were so sweet and sincere, I agreed.
We met in his hotel room. He was very nice and offered me a drink to relax. We talked a little, got to know each other, he made a few stupid jokes to lose me up, and then it was time for the moment of the evening that I was most afraid of: we went to bed. He lay me down and gently kissed me, his tongue slipping inside my mouth, dancing around mine. This kiss was very passionate yet delicate, like a butterfly wing. We kissed and kissed, our bodies pressed closely together. I was starting to feel aroused, and I knew he was too, because I could feel his cock touching my thigh. He was pinning me down on the mattress and I knew, even without handcuffs, I wouldn’t be able to push him off. To my surprise, it didn’t make me scared.
His hands travelled underneath my dress and I let him take it off. My underwear followed, and then he stripped as well. We went back to making out, until he stopped the kiss again and reached for handcuffs. He looked at me questioningly, and I nodded, putting my hands behind my head. His moves were slow and delicate, I felt the cold metal touch my skin, and soon I knew I couldn’t move.
“Are you all right?” he asked, leaning in so closely, our breaths intertwined.
I mumbled something in agreement, feeling my cheeks getting red despite years of experience as an escort girl.
He kissed my neck, making me moan softly and jerk my hips upwards, silently begging for more. Contrary to what he said about dominating, he listened to me and put on a condom. I felt the tip of his cock touching my wet entrance. He slowly slid inside, making my moans grow louder. Then, he started fucking me, going as deep as he could, and he kissed me again. His whole weight was on top of me, but I wasn’t afraid. He made me feel safe and wanted, two things that are the most important in any sort of bed escapades.
I managed to finish two times, but he was still unsatisfied. It looked like he was growing impatient, because he held my legs up and started pounding my pussy faster and faster. This position was less comfortable, but it felt wonderful. He stopped for a moment and leaned forward, with my legs behind his head. This time he didn’t kiss me, but hid his face in my neck. Soon, he came, and I finished again, joining him in ecstasy.
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