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KATE/KATHERINE
Jilly Bowling
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Kate/Katherine
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
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The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Jilly Bowling 2015
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Kate/Katherine
Damien snarled “You’re a whore; I’ve paid until eight a.m. so you’ll play the part I hired you for.”
“Red” Kate yelled as she grabbed his balls and dug her nails in; when he moved to protect himself, she rolled off the bed and stood up facing him. He surged off the bed in one fluid movement and tried to grab her. Grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back she turned and dropped him over her shoulder and he hit the wall with a crash. Grabbing her clothes off the floor Kate fled from the suite, pulling on her dress as she went and calling her car service as she jumped into the lift. As it descended to the first floor Kate went over the events that had resulted in her trying to castrate a rich customer.
Chapter 1
It had started the day before as she was having a nice relaxing massage. Her mobile phone burst into Rod Stewarts ‘Do you think I’m sexy?’ Old fashioned but apt.
Sighing she put the cell to her ear and said “Hiya Cynthia. What have you got?
“Hi Kate how are you doing? I’ve had a call from an American, wants someone to play sub to his dom for the evening.”
“And you phoned me?”
“I know Kate, but you can play anything, and to be honest we haven’t got anyone like that in our group.”
Kate sighed “I play a much better domme. I’ll have to dress down, and I hate not having my bling to hide behind
“He’s offering the usual £1000 and more for any extras. I looked him up he’s seriously rich, youngish and very good looking. Very sexy, actually.” Cynthia murmured.
“Sounds as if you should go!”
“So is that a definite no?”
“Oh god, give me the time and place.” Kate thought, how hard can it be?
“Good girl, maybe you’ll learn something! Eight at the Langham, suite four. Bye Kate.”
Kate sank back onto the couch, wishing she hadn’t answered the phone. A dom wanting a sub for the night, unusual. They usually kept one on tap.
Looking at her watch, she saw that she had a good four hours, although, she thought, it would take that long to tame her hair. Jumping off the table she pulled on her sweats and picking up her bag headed out of the gym. She worked out every day and took self defence classes twice a week; in her line of work it paid to keep fit. After an hour in the gym, she quickly dressed and saying goodbye to her personal trainer hurried out. Putting out a hand she hailed a taxi, and gave the driver her address, a nice two bed apartment near Canary wharf; she’d worked hard to get it and had furnished it carefully with a mixture of modern and charity shop finds.
Letting herself in she headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. This was her private life, no customer ever knew where she lived; as a very expensive call girl, she kept her two lives separate.
As Kate, she was a young woman, with many friends, who enjoyed going to the pub, discoes, ten pin bowling and eating cheaply with her mates of both sexes. Her friends knew where she lived.
As Katherine she wined and dined at the best places with rich men who paid for her time. Very few wanted straight sex, actually she couldn’t remember having an orgasm, and it had been a very long time since she’d had penetrative sex. Sought after as a dominatrix and for playing many roles, the men came without touching her. Tonight would probably be different.
Carrying her tea she went through to her bedroom; setting her cup down on the bedside table, she walked into her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear.
Finding a canary yellow, simple cotton frock, that she had worn to a polo match, she held it up against herself. It was totally different to anything she would normally wear for work, so would; hopefully, get her in the right mood. Deciding that she’d wear her hair sleek and straight she headed into the shower. Once ready she stood in front of the mirror thinking “God I don’t look old enough to have sex.” So she changed her low heel courts for a pair of high heeled sandals, coloured gold. A bit more makeup and she was satisfied. Old enough but reasonably innocent looking.
Walking out to the taxi, that she usually used for work, she slid into the back seat.
“Hi, Kate, you look different tonight,” the driver turned and gave her a hard stare.
“Yeah Bob, tonight I’m sweet and innocent.”
“You look like a kid, not got a paedo tonight have you?”
Kate laughed “He’ll get a hell of a shock. Even I couldn’t act that!”
Giving Bob the address, Kate leant back and tried to get in a suitable state of mind. Usually, when on a job, she pretended that she was an actress in a film, so that it wasn’t personal, but tonight she would have to submit to the customer, do what he told her to do.
Usually she was in charge, tonight she wouldn’t be.
Arriving at the hotel she walked to reception and told them she was expected. Travelling to the correct floor she did her calming breathing and got into the role she had to play. The lift doors opened and the door to suite four was open, with the sexiest, handsomest man, waiting for her there. As she walked towards him he backed into the suite and watched her.
When she entered the room he walked bare foot towards her, and she didn’t have to act, she was transfixed and breathless, and totally overwhelmed.
“Hello, you must be Katherine. Damien Masters, but tonight you will call me sir,” he said circling her slowly.
He was dressed simply, in black tight tee shirt, and low slung, drawstring sweat pants. Katherine kept her eyes down, as she knew she was supposed to, and didn’t speak. Damien picked up her hair and pulled her head back.
“Go into the bedroom and take all your clothes off, apart from your shoes.”
Katherine stood up straight and walked into the bedroom. ‘My god what had she got herself into?’
Taking off her dress she lay it over a chair, then she took off the white bra and knickers that she had chosen for her role. She decided to go the whole submissive way and knelt on the floor to the side of the door; looking at the floor she waited. Damien walked into the room like a cheetah circling its prey, and Kate felt a flutter in her womb. Once again he circled her, then he stopped and pulled her hair back, fastening it into a tight knot on top of her head.
Kate realised she wasn’t having to pretend to shake slightly.
“Stand up and bend over. Hold your calves with your hands.” Damien ordered.
Kate did as she was told, bracing herself for a slap; he stood back and gazed at her sex, then he stepped in front of her holding two silver eggs in his hand.
“Do you know what these are, and where they are to be placed?”
“Yes sir, they are pussy stimulators.” Kate replied.
“Good, I’m going to place them in your neat little cunt; if you lose them you will be punished. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” Kate didn’t have to pretend to gulp, as her mouth had become very dry.
Standing behind her Damien placed one egg at the entrance to her sex, then with two strong fingers pushed it deep inside. Kate couldn’t stop herself from trembling as the egg slid in deeply. When Damien did the same with the second, Kate felt a flood of liquid between her legs.’God, they certainly did what they were supposed to do.’
“What are your hard limits, if any?” Damien asked taking her hands and leading her to the bed.
Moving carefully so she didn’t push the eggs out, Kate thought quickly. Sitting on the bed Damien pulled her over his lap opening his legs to lift her feet off the floor.
“You may speak” he said rubbing a hand over her bottom and between her legs. Swallowing hard Kate replied “Well, no burning, no electricity, no canes and no straps or belts.”
“I agree apart from the straps, but we will talk about that if it arises,” and with that he slapped Kate’s bottom hard, making her yelp and nearly expel the eggs.
Rubbing her bottom then pushing two fingers into her, already wet pussy, Damien said “Don’t lose them.”
Just as Kate’s muscles were relaxing, he did the same again, but harder; she yelped and bucked on his knees at which he delivered another four in quick succession.
Feeling as if her backside was on fire, Kate forced herself to submit, then realised that there were tears on her cheeks. Massaging her bottom and plunging inside her again, Damien then delivered two final slaps and rubbed her bottom again. She couldn’t believe how aroused she felt, she must regain control of herself.
“Stand up, and then kneel in front of me,” he ordered as he pushed his sweats off.
His extremely large thick cock stood to attention following the thin line of black hair up to his belly button. Pulsing against his taut stomach it made Kate gulp again, but luckily, this time her mouth filled with fluid.
“You may look at me,” he said.
When she did she thought she saw an amused gleam in his eyes. “Suck me off, but don’t lose the eggs,” he growled.
‘Finally’ thought Kate,’something I know I’m good at’. Sucking his cock into her mouth, Kate used her tongue and teeth to stimulate him. As she circled around his thick head, he took hold of her head and plunged deeper still. She almost gagged as he hit the back of her throat, but then she gripped him with her teeth grating them along his length. He was so big that she could only take half his length, so she used her tongue to lick down him to his balls. Groaning he held her tight and mouth fucked her hard, the head of his cock covered in pre-cum and Kate swirled it around his length with her tongue.
“Swallow” Damien commanded harshly as he spurted violently to the back of her throat. As she swallowed she realised that the eggs were slipping she contracted hard to try and save them. Damien stepped back and Kate valiantly sucked in her pelvic muscles to draw them further in. Looking at him she caught a twitch to his lips, before she looked down again.
Turning away Damien told her to lie on the bed on her back, which she did carefully. She hadn’t been so stimulated for years, if ever, and she felt hot all over. Her body was still trembling and she compressed her lips trying to control herself. ‘I’m a professional, for god’s sake; get a grip.’ she warned herself.
Damien stretched her arms above her head and got them into black silk covered restraints, rubbing his finger underneath them to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then he moved down to her ankles and spreading her legs apart restrained them in the same way. Pulling pillows to him he pushed them under her; the eggs moved inside her and she gasped slightly.
“Are you comfortable,” he asked.
“Yes,” she managed to gasp out.
Reaching behind him Damien brought a suede flail into Kate’s view. “You know what this is, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then you know it doesn’t hurt.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Damien raised an eyebrow.
“Yes sir,” Kate quickly replied.
“That was three inappropriate answers.” Damien purred.
“Sorry, I’m sorry sir.”
“I’m going to use this all over you,” he whispered.
Kate swallowed hard.
Damien flicked the flail and it fell across her lower stomach. Gasping she squirmed, pulling on her restraints, then feeling the eggs slip she tightened her muscles to keep them in place. Then he flicked it over her right breast and she yelped, and the eggs moved further. The left breast was next and one strap caught her nipple and she squealed hard. Then it was moving mercilessly up and down her body, leaving her with no control of her muscles, and as she yelped, squealed and squirmed, the eggs shot out and landed between her legs.
“Oh, Katherine, you’ve dropped them!”
Then the flail was flicked between her legs and she screamed as it caught her swollen sex.
Damien released her legs, pushed them up and apart and in one fluid movement impaled her on his large angry erection.
Kate gasped as he penetrated further than she had ever been penetrated before; she could feel the power of him in her throat. She was wetter and more sensitive than she had thought possible. Then she realised that she hadn’t felt him put on a rubber, but as he plunged inside her she knew that he had. ‘Thank god’ she thought ‘What is the matter with me? I’m behaving like an amateur.’
Then as he rode her hard, finding the most sensitive nerve endings inside her he said “Come for me Katherine.”
She felt wave upon wave as an orgasm swept through her and she wrapped her legs round him, holding him tight.
He lifted his head and looked at her as his orgasm overcame him, and he emptied himself so she could feel his heat inside her. Finally he ground himself into her hard and collapsed onto her.
Breathing heavily, he released her hands, rubbing her wrists where she had bruised them by her frantic squirming. Easing out of her he pulled the condom off and knotted it, wrapping it in tissue. Pulling her up with him he released her hair and let it fall around her face. Then taking her chin in his hand he raised it up to him; leaning over he went to kiss her on the lips.
Kate moved quickly and said “No.”
“No?” he queried.
“Sorry, but kissing is a hard limit, sir.”
“Ah! Non negotiable?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Non negotiable, sir.” Kate replied, pleased she had remembered the sir.”
“I see.” he frowned standing up. “You dropped the eggs and forgot to call me sir, three times. That must be punished.”
Kate hung her head and said “Yes I’m sorry sir.”
“I want to use a strap on you.” he growled.
“I’m afraid that’s a hard limit.” Kate said quickly.
“Non negotiable?”
“Mmm, no.” Kate muttered.
“Katherine I will pay you double, if you let me beat you.” Damien stood close to her, touching her with his still hard cock.
“No, sorry sir, I would like to go now.” Kate said hastily.
“It isn’t two a.m. yet.” Damien pointed out. “Five thousand pounds and I promise I won’t leave any stripes.”
‘Five thousand pounds for a couple of minutes of pain, ‘wow!’ Kate thought.
“You might even enjoy it, you’ve have had enjoyment so far, haven’t you? I want to beat you, then fuck your brains out again,” he purred silkily.
“If I use the safe word, you will stop immediately?”
“Of course, I’m a dom first, sadist second. What is your safe word?”
“Red.”
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sp; “Then you’ll do it?”
“Yes.”Kate gasped.
“Good. Katherine, I’ll take care of you. Put your shoes on, grasp the bedpost, and bend over, bend right down. That’s good. You will count each strike out loud. When you reach twelve I will stop, don’t move, or you might get hurt.”
‘Get hurt if I move’ Kate thought,’Oh god, what am I doing? It’s usually me doing the beating.”
As she tried to get into a comfortable position, Damien came to stand behind her.
“I am going to prepare you for the strap, by smacking your bottom all over. Ready?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Yes what, Katherine,” he growled.
“Sorry, yes sir.”
His hand slapped onto her already sensitised bottom, and continued until her whole behind was bright pink. Kate yelped at the first few slaps but by the time he stopped she had her jaw clamped tight. She heard him pick up the strap and flex it between his hands, then his hand moved in a blur and the strap slapped hard against her bottom; she screamed at the pain but all Damien said was “Count.”
“One,” she yelled.
Again, his hand flashed and the strap hit another part of her throbbing bottom.
She screamed out “Two.”
And so it went on with Damien carefully choosing a new part of her flesh to hit. By the time he reached ten, liquid was running down Kate’s legs and she was shaking uncontrollably.
When she screamed out twelve, Damien dropped the strap and seizing her hips drove into her powerfully. She would have fallen over if he hadn’t held her tightly as he fucked her so completely that she was incoherent. Coming over and over again, she was crying, “No, no more, please stop. No more.”
He held her firmly in place until he came with a roar; both come and roar pouring out without inhibition.
Pulling her with him, he collapsed back onto the bed, holding her tightly, still buried in her.
“Please, enough, let me go.” Kate said, trapped by a much stronger, larger male body.
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