Before I became a London escort, I was working as a dominatrix. It wasn’t working out for me, because as much as I loved dominating, I wanted sex too. Now, I can have both. One of my regular clients called and begged to meet today. I was a little tired, but his pleas were so adorable, I just couldn’t resist. He was to come to my place in an hour, which gave me just enough time to dress up.
I put on a black latex corset, laced panties and a matching pair of thigh-highs. I also put on black heels, making a mental note to be careful and not to damage the flooring. Right on time, I heard a knock on the door. I greeted Archie and ordered him to strip, before going to my playroom. He did as I asked and stood in his usual spot, right in the centre of the room.
I took out my favourite whip, one with the fluff on the end, and walked up closer to him.
“Count for me,” I said in a low, sensual tone.
Then, I smacked him across his chest with my toy, making him whine, “One!”
I hit him again, this time on his lower abdomen. And then again on his thigh. He still counted each blow, looking down at the floor. I stopped for a moment and traced the long mark on his chest with my nail, pushing it hard into his skin. Then, I went to the corner of the room, where I kept all my sex toys. As a dominatrix I gathered quite the collection. I took a chastity cage and gave it to Archie.
“Put this on,” I ordered.
While he was struggling with the cage, I walked behind him and whipped his ass hard.
“Four!” he shouted and almost lost his balance from the surprise hit.
I smacked his round ass cheeks a couple more times, making them all red, and walked around to face him.
Archie has already put on the chastity, awaiting next orders. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, so that he had to look up. I smiled, seeing the burning desire in his eyes. Satisfied, I placed my feet at each side of him, thanks to the heels, my crotch was precisely at his face level.
“Stick out your tongue,” I demanded, pulling harder on his hair.
He, of course, listened to me, pulling his tongue out as far as he could.
I started rubbing my pussy on his face, mimicking the moves guys would make while face fucking someone. His tensed tongue was sliding in and out of my wet vagina, making me moan softly from pleasure, and with each pound his nose was digging into my clitoris, giving me even more pleasure.
I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. I was a professional escort, I should have some self control! Although it felt very good, I didn’t want to come this way. After a while, I managed to stop and pushed Archie aside, making him fall on the padded floor.
“Hand me a paddle,” I said coldly.
He ran to the box and, just as quickly, came back to me with a wooden paddle.
“Get on all four and start eating me out,” I said, weighing the toy in my hand.
He quickly got to work, now licking my pussy on his own accord. I waited for him to relax, before striking his red ass with the paddle. His muscles tensed up, but he didn’t stop.
“Don’t forget to count,” I reminded him and hit him again.
“One!” he said as loud as he could with his mouth full.
I laughed, that was fun. I started slapping him harder and harder, using my other hand to push his head deeper into my crotch. He was clearly struggling with saying anything at this point, but I didn’t mind. I started coming, and pulled him even closer. Now, he couldn’t count at all, with his tongue embedded deep inside my pussy. I decided I had enough anyway and ditched the paddle. His ass was already red and bruised, just the way his dominatrix liked it.
Archie was concentrating on making me finish, not caring about his breathing or pain. He knew that I was close and was giving his all to please me. Finally, I felt my pussy spasming and my legs shaking. I came, screaming and pulling on his hair. Once I was done, I pushed him away and stood up.
“You weren’t that bad, but there’s room to improve,” I said and kicked his side, making him fall on the floor, “I hope next time you’ll try better.”
He didn’t answer, only bowed his head. Technically, it was wrong for a professional escort to speak to her client that way, but I knew that’s what he wanted to hear. I smiled widely as soon as I turned away from him. I couldn’t imagine sex getting any better, but it would be nice to see him try.
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