by Angela Blake
I booked into do my hair and nails and loved the beauty treatment. The smile on my face only seemed to widen as the transformation from homeless wreck to hotel beauty was almost complete. I kept trying to think about the next week and my uncertain future, but I didn’t want to for today. For a moment I wanted to make believe. For a few hours allow myself to play a fantasy of being a rich girl, parading around the shops getting her beauty treatments and buying her make-up.
Clothes shopping was next. If George had already decided what he wanted me to wear, then these clothes were just for me. A lot more stylish than my current plain look. I went to a nearby coffee shop for a break, checking the world news on my phone and generally enjoying my day when I got approached by a handsome looking man. He was speaking to me for a short while before asking if I was single.
“I’m taken,” I said, with the man unaware of the deep complexities behind my reply. I wasn’t really taken, I was owned. I tried not to think about that, tried not to think how this goes against everything I wanted to be. I wanted to be an independent woman who was able to stand on her own two feet, and not owned by a man who can have sex with me whenever he wants. I’ll get there one day, I thought, but at the moment this is the best I have.
George
I was excited, excited and nervous in equal measure. I left the office for a few hours as there were a few items to be delivered to the apartment that I was eagerly anticipating. I had a few bondage items that I had bought over the years, but I usually relied on an escort to provide to her own kit of domination pieces. I needed to buy some of my own, and also a select few pieces of women’s clothing. This was all going to be done my way, and I couldn’t wait.
I headed back to the office safe in the knowledge that everything was in place for that night. I hoped that Sophie wouldn’t be put off by my desires. They were nothing extreme, but her lack of experience worried me. I wondered what she was doing right now. I could find out as I had a GPS tracker implemented into the phone that she was carrying. I wasn’t sure why I did it; a part of me wondered whether it was because I wanted to check if she was safe, another part of me was annoyed that I even cared.
“Some of the guys are heading for a drink after work if you want to come,” said one of my executives. I usually did. I had enough secrets and enough respect from everyone at my company that they knew when, and when not to ask further questions.
“Not tonight,” I said. I wasn’t questioned.
I had other plans, plans that made me more excited than I’d been in a long time. I was still regretting getting her to tell me her story, but I’m the type of person that needs to know everything. I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, even if that includes people’s personal lives. I felt that we now had an emotional connection, which isn’t really what I wanted. I wanted her to be my real-life sex doll, and I think I still had enough control to make that happen. I was being very deliberate in everything I did to make sure that it stayed that way.
“My apartment door at 7pm. Don’t look like a prostitute.”
It was a simple message and one that I wanted to convey as coldly as possible. I asked the prostitutes I used to not look like prostitutes, but the kind of girls I paid for weren’t exactly the stereotypical ones you see in films on street corners, they were discreet. I expected the same of Sophie. Whereas an escort had to come in the clothes she’d be having sex in, Sophie’s would be provided. I was looking forward to that.
Sophie
7pm, I finally had a time. More than enough to get back to the hotel, get my make-up done and then head over to the apartment, which was about a mile away. I wouldn’t be walking this time, though, I wanted to make sure I was looking my best.
As the day had progressed I thought more and more about the evening ahead and what it entailed, how George would act with me after our phone conversation. I’m glad it happened and I was able to get my story out, I felt like we had made a connection and hopefully he wouldn’t be so cold with me. Not that I cared too much; I was more worried about the night going well. I hoped that I enjoyed it and he did too, as he clearly didn’t intend for this to be the only time we’d be doing it.
I washed and changed early, and completed my make-up. Nothing too dramatic but it was something I hadn’t done in a while and loved what I saw in the mirror. My confidence was only growing from the despair I was just in. I put on my plain clothes and headed out of the door. It was around about 6pm and the day was starting to cool. I climbed into the nearest taxi and went on my way.
“Are you going anywhere nice?” said the taxi driver. I smirked to myself. I’m not sure "nice" would be the word for the night.
“Just going to see a friend,” I said back.
There wasn’t much time to chat on the short journey, and before I knew it I was there, around 45 minutes early. I thought I’d settle my nerves with a quick drink; there was a bar on the ground floor of the apartment. I was anxious about being there on time, so was happy that nothing had gone wrong, and now I was just anxious about what would happen once 7pm came.
George
I had everything set-up, and now I was just clock watching. The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity. I had pondered what I should wear for far too long. Not like it mattered, Sophie wasn’t going to be seeing much of me anyway.
I had laid the clothes I wanted her to wear out on the bed and had made sure I knew where all the toys were that I was going to use for the evening. I had a thought to message her to tell her to come up to the apartment as soon as possible, but I tried to pass the time. It wasn’t really working.
I had eventually decided to change nothing about my appearance. I was in the designer suit that I wore to work and thought that would do. It gave a look of authority and dominance, and that is what I wanted to get across. There was five minutes to go until her arrival when a sudden dread came over me—what if she didn’t turn up? Got scared and took the money and ran away? After all, it was a pretty big ask what I was getting her to do.
I had given her the key codes to access the apartment and hadn’t heard from her for a few hours, but I waited patiently by the door for her arrival. I was looking at the clock on my smartphone as the seconds ticked away until 7pm. 3, 2, 1... knock, knock. A mischievous smile took over my face. She must have been counting down the seconds too. Good girl.
I opened up the door, and I was delighted with the sight in front of me. When I first passed her in the street I was amazed by her beautiful face. At that time her hands looked worn, her feet were covered by horrible run-down flat shoes and her hair was covered by the hood of her coat.
I asked her to come in, and as she did, I got a smell that was surprising and delightful, perfume! For some reason I wasn’t expecting it, which made the aroma ever more enticing. I’d been around many girls and had never smelt it before.
Her hair was clean, but more than that, it had a beautiful blonde wave down by her shoulders. Her nails were immaculate and she had done her make-up just the way I like it. I haven’t got much time for the fake look, and her face didn’t exactly require much of it. Most people probably would have thought she was wearing some all the time, but this was the first time I’d seen her face when she wasn’t in a desperate state. The last time I’d seen her was when she’d left my apartment in her old, horrible clothes.
“How do I look?” she asked, clearly knowing that she looked good. I took a while with my response; I didn’t want to seem too enamoured.
“Pleasing,” is what I responded with. She smiled.
It was time to stop the pleasantries and get down to why she was here.
“We’ll be in the same room you slept in previously. Your outfit is on the bed and please be ready in 20 minutes.”
Sophie escaped into the room and I was able to exhale, and pour myself a drink. It was a very friendly opening exchange and there seemed no bitterness or reluctance on her part. I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like.
Sophie
I was nervous opening the door, wondering what outfit would be on the other side. I was generally nervous anyway as what the night would bring, but I’d slept with George before so I thought that it couldn’t be too bad. I just wanted to get started as it was the not knowing that was killing me.
I entered the room and there were a few items laid on the bed, meticulously laid out to where they would be on a human body, soon to be my body. It started off with black heels which had a high shine, then it got more interesting. The next part were latex stockings that would go all the way up to the middle of my thighs, with a matching garter belt. The outfit was finished off with an open-cupped bra and latex gloves.
I was apprehensive and a little bit relived. From the video’s I had seen, some of the women were wearing all sorts of heavy bondage wear. This seemed relatively tame compared to some of the things I’d seen the night before. Maybe the extreme bit came later, but then again I wondered if George was just taking it easy on me as I’d never done anything like this before. Maybe this was just the start of it.
There was a bottle of lube on the side with a note that read, “You might need this.” I didn’t know what he meant. I undressed my plain clothes, ready to put the much sexier ones on. I was looking forward to looking and feeling sexy. I grabbed the latex stockings and went to put them over my legs, then quickly realised why I may have needed the lubricant.
I rubbed it over my legs and it felt like regular massage gel, except it left a lather of slippery substance on my skin with which I could slide up my latex stockings, as I did with my garter belt. I placed my feet into the shiny black heels and loved the look of my perfect legs. The black material hid any imperfections, and it was nice to cover some bruises. I finished the outfit with the bra and gloves and was ready to let George see me. It all fit perfectly, none of the clothes I’d ever bought for myself had ever felt like this.
Wearing the latex gloves was a big turn on, even opening the bedroom door felt odd. It was all very new and exciting. I walked out of the room and immediately locked eyes with George. He couldn’t help but smile, and it was the first full smile I’d ever seen from him. He seemed very happy to see me.
“You look incredible,” he said. It felt incredible to receive such a compliment. It also gave me huge confidence. In our previous encounter I was unsure on what to do and pretty much lay there; I thought this time I might make the first steps.
I walked over to him to give him a closer look, and he put down his drink in anticipation. I used my latex gloves to undo his tie and he was happy to let me lead. I removed his tie and threw it to the floor and then stood there, waiting for him to take control.
“Go on,” he said to me, seemingly willing me to take some initiative, so I did. I came up close as I unzipped his suit trousers. I reached inside his trousers and started massaging his cock, and he seemed to take great pleasure from it.
Eventually I pulled his cock out of his trousers and it was stood there, erect in the middle of his apartment. I led him over to his sofa and sat him down, and sat right next to him. I stroked his cock with one hand and reached in for a kiss—risky move, I thought. He responded with a passionate French kiss. I was feeling more and more confident with each step.
I lowered my head so I could put his cock in my mouth, and as I did it he put his fingers through the back of my hair and held a tight grip. He controlled the rhythm. Pausing me over his cock before pushing my head down to let me suck it. I was better than last time, I knew it. I’d been taking a few tips from the video’s I’d been watching, and the increase in his moans from last time was a good sign.
“Let’s go into your room,” he said, wanting to move onto the next stage.
My room? I found it funny that he referred to it as that. It had probably been the room of many girls, I thought. As soon as we entered he closed the door behind us.
“Just let me know if you’re not okay with any of this, and we’ll stop,” he said. I really hoped it wouldn’t have to get to that point. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a blindfold, and placed it over my eyes. My vision was totally covered and I was now in the dark, eagerly anticipating what he was going to go next.
His next move was to put my hands in restraints. They weren’t handcuffs, as the material that went around my wrists was soft, but there was a chain in between them. Either way, I couldn’t have removed my hands from them. I was wondering what he was going to do with my body and what position it was going to be put in, but instead he slightly moved me to the side and put my hands above my head and clipped them onto something. Whatever the chain was attached to, I hadn’t noticed it before.
I relaxed my arms and they were suspended from the ceiling, leaving my whole body exposed to him. The first thing I felt was a hand on my ass, and a gentle squeeze. That gentle squeeze turned into a gentle slap. He kept leaving gaps in between, some longer than others but the power of his bare hand on my bare ass was growing and growing. Each time it made an ever increasing slapping sound, and my moans got louder too. I was very much okay with this.
I was left there for a moment, hanging from the ceiling with one of my senses, sight, useless to me. My sense of touch, however, had never been more alive. I heard a rustle from the drawer behind me. He had reached in for something else and I was soon to find out what it was. It didn’t take long as the pain was taken to new heights. I was whipped across both cheeks and could feel the rush of sensation.
He ran it over me and I could feel the individual tassels over the contours of my body. It felt like leather and smelt like it as he ran it under my nose, caressing my body with something which was about to give me pain. By this time I had relaxed, I was no longer tensing up and was waiting for the next whip on my ass.
It didn’t come there, however, he whipped between my legs and the leather tassels flicked up onto my pussy. It hurt, but I loved it. I wanted it again. The next blow came on my bare nipples, which showed over the cupless bra. He was toying with where he was going to strike me next, and it thrilled me.
The next sensation was between my lips as George place a ball gag between then, before tying it round the back. It wasn’t too tight, but it sat firmly between my teeth. I felt like my senses were being taken one-by-one. He went back to spanking me with his bare hand, the sound of the slap was loud, and I bit down on the gag.
My cheeks must have been bright red at this moment and I wasn’t sure I could take much more. George must have felt that too, as he stopped. I felt him in front of me, kissing my neck. I could feel his clothes, it felt like he was still wearing a shirt and trousers. The next thing I felt was his hands at the back of my thighs.
He lifted me up, and whatever it was that was keeping me attached to the ceiling, it was now taking my full weight on it. He swung my legs onto his shoulders and put his head between my thighs. This was fun. It was like after all the hard-core spanking, he wanted to treat me. His tongue felt amazing on my clit as my latex clad legs rested on his shoulders. He played with his fingers on my clit, and seemed to be admiring my pussy.
It wasn’t too long until I was placed back down. George reached up and undid both of my wrists from the restraints. I had a moment to take back my breath. I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life—not like that was saying much.
“Are you okay?” said George. It seemed to me like he was checking I was available to go onto the next level.
Considering a gag was restricting my ability to speak, I had to agree by other means. I nodded my head as clearly as I possibly could. I wasn’t okay—I was feeling amazing. It was an escape from everything, and the way he was treating me made me feel like I could trust him. I was trying things I never had before, but that just made it exciting.
“Get on the bed, in the doggy-style position.” I was guided to the side of the bed before finding my way on. I put my arms out straight, my back arched and knees on the bed. With my behind perfectly presented to him.
It was time for more restraints. The bed had a post on each
corner and that’s where I felt they must have come from, as all my four limbs were individually tied, my legs and arms wide apart. I heard George’s clothes drop to the floor, and felt him climb on the bed behind me. He pressed in against me and again I could feel his body, but this time he was naked.
He pressed his cock into my pussy and it slid in a lot easier than last time. I was so much more wet and relaxed. My moans were muffled through the gag as he started fucking me harder and deeper. At this point I was a little jealous. I knew he had positioned me in front of the window and knew he’d be able to see my reflection in it, but I wanted to see the same. I wanted to be able to see the restraints and watch this man fucking me. I wanted to look at my own face and watch the pleasure I was having.
The irony felt clear to me. Here I was tied to a bed being fucked by a man who was my life source and I’d never felt more free. I never got the fuss with sex, the few times I’d had it was awkward and not very pleasurable. Now I got it, it was like a door had been unlocked in my mind. All of the while this man had his hands on my hips and was fucking me deeply and it felt like he was just about to climax.
And then he stopped. Everything stopped. He climbed off the bed and it all went silent. I tried to ignore my own breathing, which was heavy, and I could barely pick out his. Then he left the room. What was I supposed to be doing? I was enjoying that and then suddenly he wanted to stop. Did he cum? Was that it? Why hasn’t he tried to untie me? I tried to see if I could get loose from the restraints, I was getting paranoid and worried, then all of a sudden the whip cracked against my unexpectant ass.
