My Secret Romance as a Dominatrix Escort

This escort has a unique set of skills that make her stand out from the rest. Her clients rave about her ability to fulfill their deepest desires, whether it be through roleplaying, domination or simply providing a shoulder to lean on. She’s confident, sassy and always up for a challenge. And when it comes to keeping secrets, well let’s just say she’s got quite a bit of experience in that department too. Join us as we take a peek inside her world and discover what makes her truly irresistible.

My job as a London escort is way more than some would suspect. Every client expects a different agreement, and that’s what I deliver. My arrangement with David was of a more kinky nature. I was acting more like his dominatrix, even though it wasn’t my initial profession. Despite meeting quite regularly for about eight months now, we still kept an aura of secrecy around our rendezvous. It was refreshing, I liked the sneaking around like crossed-stars lovers or goofy teenagers. 

Usually, he would just directly text me telling me the date and time, that was the case today.

“Meet me on Saturday at 7, in our café.” the note read.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach waking up and nervously flying around, making me ticklish and nervous. Our game, our never-ending role play, was keeping deeply attracted to David. I awaited his texts with excitement, always eager to have another unforgettable meeting with him. Despite me being somewhat his domina, the real person in charge was him.

 The Cafe Meeting

We met at the café, that we grew to call our own. We didn’t exchange hellos, not a glance was shared, no one would suspect we have known each other. He asked me to come at 7 and when I arrived, he was already finishing his tea. We enjoyed pretending to be strangers, it was a part of our role play. Secret lovers don’t meet in public, after all.

David stood up when he saw me enter the place. I confidently walked between the tables and discreetly grabbed the tissue that was resting on the edge of his. I took a seat right behind him and ordered a tea. He nudged me gently, while putting on his coat.

“Excuse me, miss,” he apologised, nodding to me.

“It’s alright,” I smiled briefly and averted my attention back to my phone. 

Outside, I was calm, but inside all my cells were screaming. This little interaction was like a little match thrown onto a petrol soaked wooden pyre, and I was the witch standing atop it.

From Cafe to Hotel Lobby

I finished my tea so fast, I didn’t even get burned. Soon after, I was running down the street, my coat open and cold air fondling my breasts. The little note I so discreetly recovered from him told me the room number he would be waiting for me in. It was very close, no more than a kilometre, which despite being a short running distance was quite a way in heels. Still, I was determined to make it as fast as possible.

Almost twisting my ankle a good five times, I fumbled into the lobby, wheezing like an old smoker. I fixed my hair and clothes and walked up to the reception desk. I smiled at the girl and we exchanged greetings.

“I was told that a key to room 714 would be waiting for me here,” I asked, trying to keep my breath calm.

“Certainly, miss,” she handed me the key and winked.

I think I actually blushed before mumbling thank you and heading to the elevator. It was silly that even as a professional escort, I was still shy at moments like these. 

I watched the numbers slowly changing until it finally reached the number seven. This last bit of the way I didn’t run, I didn’t want him to laugh at how breathless I was. As a domina, I had to behave respectable. 

Setting the Scene in Room 714

When I entered the room, the lights were dimmed, creating an intimate setting. I took off my clothes immediately after closing the doors behind me. All I kept on was a sexy lingerie and high heels. David adored me in heels, which he told me countless times.

He waited for me in the bedroom, lying on the bed naked.

“Hello, handsome,” I greeted him, failing miserably at keeping a straight face.

He knew what effect he had on me, and I knew he felt the same way.

“Good evening, dear,” he sat up.

I joined him on the bed and kissed him.

Domina and Submissive in Action

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured in my hair.

“Me too,” I admitted, and asked, “Were you a good boy?”

“Always,” he winked.

“You have earned a treat, then. What would you like?” I asked, cocking my head charmingly.

“Will you please sit on my face? I want to make you come first,” he asked, kissing my neck in between each word.

I didn’t answer, but pushed him to lie down; he did so with no fuss. I don’t think I was a good dominatrix, but he certainly was a good sub. Then, I quickly took off my panties and squatted over his face. I held on to the bed frame in front of him, holding my legs wide open. I didn’t sit on him yet, I wanted to prolong it. My pussy was looming over his head, but he wasn’t able to reach me. I could see him try pulling his tongue out, but he couldn’t, just as I planned. I reached down and started massaging my clitoris. It felt good, watching his face and masturbating like this.

After a couple of minutes, I was too horny to continue my games and lowered my hips, letting him reach my entrance with his tongue. He immediately did so, but he was still only able to play with the outside parts of my wet pussy. I was still gently massaging my clit with circular motions, the feeling of my sub’s tongue licking my hole and desperately trying to get inside, was working very well for my arousal.

David was just wiggling the tip of his tongue against my opening, but I had enough of it and lowered my stance, making his tongue slide deep inside me. I fully sat down, using only his head to support my weight. Then, I leaned forward, making my clit push into his nose, and started rubbing myself against his face. I sped up my moves a little, although I was already on the verge of orgasm. His tongue was still tense, but he wasn’t moving it as much, he was too tired and sore for that.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said and slapped him on his head.

He resumed moving his tongue; my satisfaction was more important than his comfort.

A Satisfying Climax

I sped up even more, grabbing his hair and pulling on it. My moans got louder, filling the room: I was coming. I strangled him with my pussy, pulling on his hair and spasming.

After I was done, I lay beside him. My legs were still shaking, and I was desperately trying to take deeper and deeper breaths, even though I wasn’t the one getting choked.

I rose and asked cheekily, as a true domina should, “What do we say?”

“Thank you,” he replied and moved to his side to kiss me.

“Are you hard?” I asked him.

He nodded, suddenly shy.

“Take care of it,” I ordered, “I wanna watch.”

He grabbed his hard cock and started slowly moving his hand up and down. I watched his hand hungrily, this was something new and exciting. 

“Go faster,” I told him after he started dripping pre-cum.

He listened immediately. Throughout this whole time, he kept eye contact with me, not even a glance to his member. 

We kissed and soon after his sperm spilled on his stomach. 

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