The company I worked for didn't specifically offer BDSM services, but I added femdom to the list of mine. For a couple of weeks it was quiet, up until now. The new client insisted that he wanted a professional escort, who was also a skilled dominatrix, he also insisted on extreme secrecy. I wonder what his kink was that he wanted to keep it so discreet. He said that it is on my list of services, but I could not think of anything that would be so shameful. Despite not knowing the details, I agreed. Not because I needed that job, but I was curious what he had in mind. Also, I loved playing the dominatrix role.
We chose to meet at the hotel where I had been before. I easily found my way to his room and I knocked on the door. He almost immediately opened it, scaring me a little. To my surprise, he was an older gentleman. I was expecting someone younger,based on how shy he was, but I didn't mind that.
"Hello," I greeted him, and smiled.
"Hi, how are you?" he smiled as well, "You are even more beautiful in person."
"Come on, stop that," I laughed playfully.
Despite being a professional escort, I still didn't know how to react to compliments.
He gestured for me to come inside and I did so.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked me.
"No, no, thank you," I slowly shook my head.
I didn't know how to start the uneasy subject, I was hoping he would say something.
We went to the living area of the hotel room, with a small table and kitchen nook. We sat down at said table.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" I got my courage and asked him. After all, our time has started.
"I don't really know how to say it. I've never done this before, but I saw some videos and then I got interested," he explained, toying with his hands.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," I smiled and placed my hand on top of his, "It's always fun to discover new things."
He smiled lightly, and took a deep breath.
"The thing that piqued my interest is a golden shower," he said quietly, looking away.
I laughed, but not in a mean way.
"I'm sorry," I said after I regained my composure, "It's just that… I love golden showers. I don't see anything bad about it. Why are you so ashamed of this?"
"I don't know. I guess, I've just never been a kinky person," he laughed too, "So, you wouldn't mind giving me one?"
I bit my lip, looking him deep in the eyes, "One, two, three whatever you want."
"Really?" his face literally lit up, "That would be wonderful."
"Let's go check out the bathroom then," I winked and stood up.
The bathtub was huge, he must've picked this room for that precise reason.
"You can tell me what to do," he said nervously.
I nodded slowly and bit my lip, leaning against the wall.
"Take off your clothes then," I ordered.
BDSM was a big part of my life, I felt natural stepping into the dominant role. Looks like he felt just as natural doing what he's told. He slowly took off his clothes, revealing a slim, yet still a little muscled, body and grating chest chair. I liked my lips, feeling the first tingle of arousal.
"Now, undress me, but with your mouth only," I said, blushing a little despite my confident tone.
To my surprise, he immediately stepped closer. His tongue travelled from my neck, through collarbones, until it reached the thin dress strap. He gently took it in his mouth and slid down, taking in deep breath to smell my skin. Then, he did the same thing on the other side and grabbed the front of my dress with his teeth. He pulled it down, ending up on his knees in front of me. Opened my legs a little, it was an instinct. His arousal was almost sensible in the air, as he pressed his face against my crotch, smelling it. He pulled my panites down and looked at my pussy with hunger. To this, I was used to as a professional escort, but I still loved seeing that look of pure desire.
"You want this?" I asked, teasing him.
"Yes, please," he murmured.
"Go kneel in the bathtub," I said.
He quickly did as he was told, and I stood in the corner of the bath, putting one leg on its wall, so that he would have easier access.
"Can I?" he begged, his face inches from my crotch.
"Yes."
He started sucking and licking my pussy, making my legs shake. He was good at it, that's for sure, but I was also a good dominatrix. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, holding him in place at the same time. His tongue started dancing on my entrance, sometimes brushing against my pee hole as well. I pulled him higher, pressing his mouth against my urethra.
"Yes, please," he whined, almost incoherently due to his position.
I struggled for a moment, but finally I managed to start peeing. The first few drops I had to squeeze out, grimacing as it was a bit painful. Then, a strong stream started flowing out, covering his whole face and getting inside his mouth. He was still licking me, and I found that not only pleasing, but helping to piss. I wouldn't be able to stop now, even if I wanted. And hearing his moans of pleasure, that was the last thing I wanted. I stopped holding his head, and he readjusted his position, sucking in each drop of my urine now.
To this day, I don't know why that happened, but I came, and not once, but thrice. As a professional escort I can usually control my orgasms and let clients cum first, but I couldn't stop coming, not watching him drink my piss mixed with my pussy juice. It was too hot. He finished as well, even though he wasn't touching himself.
I tightened all the ropes that were tying him down to the bench. The bondage part of BDSM was my favourite. I wanted to make sure he cannot move, even an inch. It still wasn't too late for him to back out, but I strongly doubted that he will. Despite not being really experienced as a submissive, he was very enthusiastic to serve me.
“Whose are you?” I asked, grabbing his hair and making him look at me.
“Yours, Miss,” he answered, without the slightest hesitation.
“And what do you want to do?” I inquired.
“Anything you want me to. I'm here to please you, Miss,” he explained, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth.
He was giving me all the right answers, and I was loving it. That was our third meeting, but the first one that we were going this far. On the previous two we indulged in a bit of spanking, gagging, even a bit of degrading and edging. This being said, tying up and, well, there's one more surprise in the way… These things were completely new to us, we were both just learning about the BDSM world of pleasure.
I stepped over the bench, positioning one of my legs on each of his sides. He was completely naked, but I was wearing a corset with short skirt. I didn't have any underwear, so I could easily sit on him, but at the same time I didn't want him to see my body and take pleasure in it. I wanted to give him pleasure, I was a professional escort after all, but all his pleasure should be strictly controlled. And, it goes without saying, there were all sorts of punishments and rewards involved in the process.
I sat on his thighs, my wet pussy just inches away from his limp dick. I dragged my long nail from his left nipple down to his crotch, but I didn't touch his cock.
“I need you to get hard for me,” I said slowly.
He shivered, upon hearing my words, but nobody possesses enough self-control to get an erection on command. I knew he wouldn't be able to do this. This is why I already had my punishment planned. I took out a little whip from behind my back and dangled it in front of his face. He swallowed nervously, but I knew he loved what was about to come. I hit him across his chest, leaving red marks behind. He whimpered, but didn't scream, as my submissive, he knew I didn't like this. I went over the red marks with my nails, making them even more visible and painful for him. I smacked him a couple more times. With each hit, I could see his member twitch, and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to get hard. I was right, just when I was about to whip him in his crotch, his blood started pumping and his erection sprang to life.
“Good boy,” I smirked and put a condom on him.
I slid forward and slowly let it enter my pussy. He wasn’t allowed to moan, but a small gasp escaped his parted lips. I smiled, hearing that, he was an excellent submissive.
I started riding him the feeling of his dick, filling my tight pussy was only making me more and more horny. With all those overwhelming feeling, I wanted to finish immediately, but I also tried to self-control a little bit, since I was the professional escort and he was the client. If I come too soon, I will cut our time short. I reached behind and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tightly. A little bit too tightly, so that it wasn't just pleasure, but also a hint of pain. Then, I took the whip again and hit him a couple more times. I could feel his member pulsating, almost throbbing, inside me, but then I remembered about the surprise I had from him. Oh yes, the pressure definitely was there.
I stopped riding him for a moment, and pulled his dick out. I aligned it horizontally, so that the tip was pointing to his bellybutton. Then I slid forward, trapping it in between my labia.
It wasn't as easy, as I hoped, but I managed to concentrate enough and started pissing on him. It felt odd, but also weirdly empowering. This was the first golden shower I ever gave someone.
“Can I come?” he whimpered after a short while.
“Not yet,” I said and moved a little forward and backward, spreading my pee.
All his dick was covered in it, and it looked like he loved it. I let him enter me again. The last drops of my piss still flowing out. I didn’t even have to ride him any more, as soon as all his length was inside me, I came. Like a good submissive, he cummed right after me.