I do good with kinks. I’m sorry, it’s just who I am. For years that I spent working as a London escort, I haven’t come across any fetish that I’d have any problem conquering. This time wasn’t any different, although the request was admittedly strange. The new client was hesitant to tell me his preferences over the phone, when the agency forwarded the call, so instead I told him to write me an e-mail. I was expecting everything, starting with cross-dressing and ending with golden showers, but I wasn’t prepared for this. Essentially, it all came down to me dominating him, but in a very peculiar way. I posed as a domina before, this way is different. He wanted me to call him a whore and fuck him. That was a strange concept, but I agreed, it’s always good to try new things. We decided to meet in a hotel tomorrow, so I had just enough time to prepare.
The day of the meeting, I was stressed. I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the peculiar request. I haven’t been this stressed about a client for ages, so I welcomed it. What I love most about being a London escort is the diversity and overcoming my own boundaries. Despite being nervous, I found myself longing for the evening. I dressed casually, since neither of us wanted to attract any unnecessary attention. He wanted me to be there first anyway, so I had time to change into something sexy while waiting.
I arrived at the hotel ten minutes before scheduled time. The key to the room was waiting at the reception desk, as promised, and I headed to the room. It wasn’t anything special, just a normal queen size bed and a small bathroom. I took off my clothes, revealing skimpy laced underwear, and put on a see through dressing gown. Right on time, a faint knock interrupted the peaceful silence in the room. I took a deep breath, trying to get mentally ready for a role play session, and opened the door.
“Hello,” he greeted me, smiling faintly.
“Look who finally showed up,” I scoffed and moved aside to let him in, “Get in and strip, slut.”
He nodded and quickly did as I asked. I walked around him, like a vulture waiting for its prey to draw its last breath. When I was right behind him, I pushed him onto the bed, face down.
I looked down at his arse, I had to admit it was quite firm and nice. I picked up a leather belt and started spanking him. Like he asked, I was quite delicate, but it still left red lashed on his round cheeks. I started to like this role play more and more.
“You like that, whore?” I asked, stopping for a moment.
“Yes, Miss,” he whimpered.
I loved seeing him like this, defeated and small, submitting to my every whim.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I questioned, caressing his right buttock with the belt.
“Yes, please, Miss!” he moaned.
I laughed and threw the belt away.
“You’re going to regret it, slut,” I hissed into his ear, holding his head back by the hair.
At this moment, I started to feel a little hesitant again, but I quickly regained my confidence. I took the lube and started fingering his arsehole. He was very tight, I could feel the tension around my finger, trying to push it out. I added a second finger, speeding up my pace and making a little circling motion. He finally started to relax a little and I added more lube, still finger fucking him. Once I could comfortably fit three fingers inside, I stopped.
I put on the strap-on and spread his legs further apart. He wasn’t moving even an inch without my permission, I loved how submissive he was. I started rubbing my dildo against his hole, teasing him.
“Do you like that?” I asked, pushing a little harder.
“Yes, Miss, I love it,” he breathed out.
“Good whore,” I laughed and pushed inside.
The strap-on easily entered his lubed arsehole. He whined, as I slid the whole length inside. It took me some time to readjust my position, so we both could enjoy it, but I managed to find the right angle. The dildo was now pressing directly onto my pussy, so I started slowly moving, moaning from pleasure. Once I felt him relaxing again, I sped up, now our moans were filling out the room. I felt empowered by this, like a real domina.
“Tell me how much you love it,” I said, digging my nails into his hips.
“I love it, Miss, use me,” he begged, in between moans and rapid breaths.
I sped up again, my moves were a bit uncoordinated, but none of us minded. I was getting close to orgasm, despite the bizarre position, and I gripped him tighter. My nails were digging into his body so deep, I was sure it would leave a mark.
“Don’t come yet, whore,” I ordered him.
He didn’t answer this time, only whining incoherently.
I leaned onto him, running my fingernails down his back, leaving red marks. Once again, I sped up, and finally I came, screaming and pulling his hair. I moved a couple more times and pulled out.
“Roll onto your back, slut,” I demanded, breathing heavily.
He did as I asked, his cock was all red and throbbing, the pre-cum was already leaking out. I knew he was only a second away from cumming. I grabbed his dick and started slowly jerking him off, aiming at his chest. Like, I suspected, he came almost immediately, soiling his stomach. I almost finished again, seeing that.
“What do we say?” I asked him, tightening my grip. The role play wasn’t done yet.
“Thank you, Miss,” he uttered.
His body was still shaking from an orgasm. I smiled, pleased with the result. We will definitely do that again in the future.
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