Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  “Katherine, I must now look after you. Make sure you are alright” he explained.

  “It must be two o’clock, surely by now? My driver will be worried.” Kate told him.

  “Then telephone him and ask him to wait.” Damien demanded.

  “Well I have to pay him extra.” Kate said feebly.

  “Fuck the money, I’ll double your nightly rate O.K.” he snapped.

  “What, as well as the five thousand?”

  “Yes, yes, shut up about the money.” Damien growled.

  “Ok, can I ring my driver or he’ll be rushing up here to the rescue.” Kate muttered.

  “What, is he your pimp? Use the phone for christ’s sake.”

  Kate managed to pull away from him and rolled off the bed. Looking at him, she couldn’t believe it; his cock was still huge and the condom he’d used had admitted defeat and lay limp on the bed.

  “God I hate these bloody things,” he muttered, scooping it up and disposing of it.

  Kate hurried to her phone and called Bob. “I’m staying over, so please pick me up in the morning at eight.”

  “Are you O.K. love? Vanilla pod.” Bob used her safe word and she replied “Ice cream.”

  “O.K., see you at eight. Take care babe,” and Bob hung up.

  Putting her phone back into her bag, Kate realised she felt weak and shaky; sitting down in a chair she breathed deeply. Water was running in the bathroom and Damien went to her and picking her up carried her through to the large bathtub already half full of scented water.

  Getting into the bath he sat down with her on his lap. Easing her down until she was between his legs he took a sponge covered it in body wash and gently rubbed it all over her. Damien brought round two large brandy glasses filled with the best cointreau. Handing one to Kate he sipped his appreciatively.

  “Are you available this evening, Katherine?”

  Kate was surprised and spoke without thinking “No I’m sorry but I have a prior engagement.”

  “You’re sorry, who?” Damien growled.

  “Sorry s’sir.” Kate stammered.

  “How much will it cost me for you to change your mind?”

  ‘Bloody hell.’ Kate thought, but she said “I’m afraid that tonight is permanently booked every week for a regular gentleman, sir.”

  “That’s a pity, Katherine. I have been pleased with you tonight.” Damien persisted.

  “Well, I go out for dinner, and am usually home for eleven at the latest. I could come to you after, sir.”

  “I don’t want another man’s leavings,” he growled again.

  “It’s not like that tonight. My client is a very old polite gentleman. It’s just dinner and company, sir.” Kate thought that Mr Pendlebury wouldn’t mind her saying that to another client. The only sexual act was a quick, very quick hand job. He liked her to put him to bed then walk round showing herself to him, as soon as she took him in her hands, he came. Then she made him some horlicks and said goodnight.

  “I will know if you’ve been with another man.”

  “I don’t lie and I very rarely have to have sex with a client.” Kate snapped, then thought ‘Bugger’ and added ‘Sir’.

  Damien twitched behind her but didn’t say anything.

  “Well, will that be alright, sir?” Kate asked.

  “Yes, I’ll expect you at eleven. Don’t be late, I hate being kept waiting, and I don’t want to start the night with a punishment!”

  At that Damien stood, easily lifting her with him. Stepping out of the bath he wrapped her in a giant fluffy white towel, and carrying her to the bed, dropped her onto it. Before she could move he had snapped on a condom and was thrusting into her hard. Kate squealed at the feeling and size of him and tensed, whereupon he growled “Relax and let me in.”

  Taking a deep breath, Kate did as she was told and gave over control of her body to him. She had never been so thoroughly fucked and found herself screaming as she came. Powering even harder Damien drove deep with each thrust until he came with a guttural groan. Collapsing on top of her, he said “Tonight you will stay until eight a.m. Agreed?”

  “Yes sir.”

  Rolling off her, he said “Dry yourself and then you may get a few hours sleep; I will wake you before your driver arrives to pick you up.”

  Then he walked out of the room and into the second bedroom. Kate sat up and dried herself, wondering why she had agreed to being with him again tonight.

  It felt as if she had only been asleep for minutes when Damien shook her shoulder at seven thirty. Blearily she looked up at him; he was immaculately dressed in a fine pin stripe grey suit, white shirt and three tone grey tie.

  He was smooth shaven, smelled delicious and looked as if he had slept for a good eight hours.

  “Get up, Katherine, if you wish to shower, do so. There is tea and coffee in the sitting room. Just pull the door shut when you leave. I will see you at eleven, don’t be late.”

  And then he was gone. Kate quickly washed her face and cleaned her teeth using the toothbrush she always had in her bag. Dead on time she was in the lobby waiting for Bob.

  Getting into the taxi she said “Sorry if I messed you about. There’ll be extra for you for last night.”

  “Don’t worry love. Are you ok? You look knackered, if you don’t mind me saying.”

  “Yes I’m ok. Just didn’t get much sleep.” Kate yawned.

  At home she threw off her clothes and was asleep the minute her head touched the pillow.

  Chapter 2

  Kate slept right through until after three. When she woke, the aches in her body surprised her. She considered herself to be very fit, but being a submissive for one night had shown her differently. Groaning as she got out of bed she also realised that her sex was still swollen and very sensitive. She needed to do something about that if she was going to survive tonight. Grabbing her phone she called her masseuse, who agreed to see her at four thirty. Then she called Cynthia.

  “Hiya, how’d it go?”

  “He wants me again tonight, I agreed but to be honest I’m beginning to regret it.” Kate told her.

  “Was he awful?”

  “No he was downright bloody gorgeous. A sadist as well as a dom. He paid me an extra six thousand for extras!”

  “Did he hurt you?” Cynthia demanded.

  “Yes, but he also fucked my brains out. I know pros who would pay him.”

  “What he actually managed to fuck you. Thought you were better than that. Mind, it sounds as if you enjoyed yourself.” Cynthia laughed.

  “If he keeps it up I might end up paying him! Anyhow, that’s not why I phoned. What can I use for the bruising inside?”

  “Not much, take some arnica pills and rub the cream on your outer bits. A warm salt bath might help.”

  “You’re a lot of help.” Kate complained.

  “I’ll take your place tonight. I could do with a good seeing to. Hey, what about old man Pendlebury?”

  “I’ll see him first, then go straight on to Damien.”

  “Damien! Don’t let him hear you calling him that. Shouldn’t you say Master?”

  “Not if you’re not a permanent fixture. To me he’s sir, when I remember. I must try and keep my wits about me tonight.”

  “You dress up for Pendlebury. How you going to look like a sub, afterwards?” Cynthia asked.

  Kate shrugged “He knows I’ve been on another job. Actually, me tarted up might make me more professional than I was last night.”

  “Lost it, did you?”

  “I tell you, I came so hard I screamed.” Kate said laughing.

  “Go away, I’m jealous. Just be careful love, bye.”

  Running a hot bath and adding half a bottle of radox, Kate soaked for half an hour; then li
berally using the arnica cream she pulled on her sweats and hurried to the gym.

  Jen, her masseuse never commented on any bruises she saw, but always did her best to make Kate feel renewed. As usual after her massage Kate felt better. When she got home she had a piece of toast and a cuppa, then inspected her wardrobe. Mr. Pendlebury liked her to dress neatly on top, but he liked naughty underwear. A lady in the restaurant and a tart in the bedroom, he said. Smiling to herself Kate chose a classy black dress, pearls and high heeled courts. Then she hesitated between a black and red corset, or a black lace bustier and suspender belt, with black lace top stockings.

  The corset pushed up her breasts, but left them bare, and the bustier covered her breasts but left her hips and lower stomach bare. Taking out a black thong she tried on the different items. Thinking of Damien, would he even see her underwear? He’d just told her to undress by herself. Finally she decided to dress for Mr. Pendlebury, she’d wear the corset, suspender belt and stockings, he loved her flashing her young pussy at him.

  Damien just wanted her naked.

  Jumping into the shower Kate washed off the massage oil, washed her hair, and rubbed baby oil into her skin before rinsing it off and drying herself. Mr. Pendlebury loved her hair full blown and sexy, so she put a fixing spritz on before she blew dry. Crunching her auburn multi streaked hair between her fingers, she worked volume into it. When it was dry she caught the sides back with pearl combs.

  Grey and green eye make up brought out the emerald lights in her eyes, and a coral lipstick made her lips look full blown and sinful. Putting pearl drop earrings in she smiled, wondering what Damien would think when he saw her.

  Leaving her flat she got into a taxi and directed it to Mr Pendlebury’s house. Ringing his doorbell she put on the sweet smile that he loved and waited. The door opened and a still handsome but very frail old man smiled at her.

  “Hello Katherine, you look beautiful.” he said.

  The evening passed as usual. A delicious, though old fashioned meal, gentle conversation, then a strut round his bedroom, bending over to pick up his clothes, so that he got lots of excitement out of her bare pussy. A quick wank, cup of horlicks, and she was out of there.

  Bob was waiting at the kerb and took off as soon as she was seated. “What time love?”

  “Eight o’clock again please.”

  There was a slight holdup on the way to Damien’s hotel, so it was eleven when Kate dashed into the lift. Feeling breathless, she took deep breaths on the way up to his floor. Now getting worried how he would react to her different appearance, she tried to remove some eye makeup.

  When she tapped on his door it flew open and there he was, wearing his low slung sweats and a frown. As she stepped out of the lift he looked at his watch and said “You are three minutes late, Katherine.”

  “Traffic” she said “but I was in the hotel at eleven. If you’d been on a lower floor I’d have been on time.” Then she said “Bugger, I mean sir.”

  Looking at him she saw that he had one eyebrow raised and was smirking.”You obviously enjoy being punished!”

  “No I don’t, mm. sir,” she muttered.

  “Your style of dress is different tonight, as is your hair and makeup. I wonder what else is different?” he murmured, circling her.

  Lifting her hair he put his nose to her neck “You even smell different. The perfume you have on tonight suits you better than last nights.”

  Pulling the combs out of her hair he fluffed it between his fingers. “How are you today?” he whispered into her ear.

  His breath on her neck made her sex clench tightly, “I’m good thank you, sir.” she replied swallowing hard.

  “Take your dress off,” he ordered unzipping her.

  Shrugging her dress off and letting it drop, she stepped forward out of it.

  “Mm, you don’t look very submissive in that outfit.”

  “I have to wear it for my regular client, sir, and there wasn’t time to change.” Kate told him, wishing she had put something less sexy on.

  “I should think you didn’t have to do much to make him come tonight I’m hard for you already. Bend over.”

  Kate did as she was told, trembling at his closeness.

  “You still look swollen from this morning,” he said stroking a finger over her clitoris. Then taking hold of her hips, he continued, “You are wet for me already, but you must wait. Your punishment for being late and speaking out of turn must come first. Go into the bedroom and take everything off.”

  Dry mouthed Kate went into the bedroom, undressed, and knelt on the floor looking down.

  Damien stalked in like the predator he was and standing in front of her said “Stand up, then go to the bed and kneel on all fours on the edge.”

  Kate did as she was told, and made a valiant effort to stop trembling. Difficult in such a vulnerable position. Damien came and stood by her head with a riding crop in his hand.

  “This is not as harsh as the strap. It can give pleasure as well as pain. What do you think you deserve, pleasure or punishment?”

  When Kate didn’t reply he reached over and slapped the crop onto her buttock.

  “Answer me Katherine” he demanded.

  “That is up to you sir, whatever is your pleasure.” Kate said quietly.

  “Ah, my pleasure” Damien purred, “Then first I shall give you pleasure then punishment. Turn over and put your arms above your head. Do not move them, or your punishment will be more severe.”

  Doing as she was told Kate felt soft satin cover her eyes; putting her arms over her head she strained to hear where he was. Then suddenly the leather of the crop flicked over a nipple. She gasped and bucked, her arms moved and she struggled to avoid lowering them. The crop stroked down over the curve of her hip and then round her belly button.

  “Spread your legs wide.”

  Doing as she was told Kate felt herself get wet, then the crop flicked over her swollen labia and she shouted “Oh fuck.”

  “Naughty girl. You really do want to be beaten, don’t you?” Damien purred.

  The crop then trailed up her belly to her other breast. When it left her body Kate strained to hear where it was. Then it flicked hard over that nipple and she yelped again. The bed sagged and he was between her legs pushing them apart. She heard the slap of a condom, then he was on her. Slowly pushing the engorged head of his throbbing shaft into her slick wet sex, he made her feel every inch of him. Groaning she wrapped her legs round him and pulled him closer. Then suddenly the crop cracked against the back of one leg then the other.

  She screamed and he said “You will only do what I tell you to do. Remove your legs and submit.”

  Biting her lip Kate moved her legs and lay still.

  “That’s better.”

  Teasing her with every inch of him he moved slowly teasing her clit with his velvet covered head until she was almost screaming with exasperation. Then he withdrew right to his tip again before thrusting hard into her. Once again she felt him in her throat; unable to move and respond as she normally would Kate became lost in a wild ride unlike anything she had ever experienced. Then Damien said “You may put your legs around me now.”

  Kate did as she was told. As her climax rolled on and on, she screamed and screamed and bringing her arms down grabbed his shoulders and dug in her nails. As her nails dug into him, Damien yelled and came violently. Lying entwined with each other covered in sweat, Kate’s breathing slowed first, Pulling out of her Damien lay on his back gasping for breath.

  Then he said “I am going to use the strap on you again. I assume five thousand will make you willing.”

  Kate sat up “You assume too much. I’m not willing for any amount.”

  Pulling her back down under him he snarled, “You’re a whore, I’ve paid you until eight a.m. so you’ll play th
e part I hired you for.”

  “Red.” Kate said grabbing his balls and sticking her nails in.

  When he moved to protect himself Kate rolled off the bed and stood up facing him. He surged up off the bed in one fluid movement, and went to grab her. Grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back she turned and dropped and threw him over her shoulder. He hit the wall with a crash.

  Kate grabbed her clothes and fled to the lift. Pulling her dress on and putting her feet into her shoes she took out her phone and called her car service. Straightening her hair she hurried past the reception desk to the front door. As she rushed out onto the pavement a car pulled up and she jumped in.

  “You O.K. love?” Jack, Bob’s co-driver asked.

  “Yes thanks, Jack. Cheeky customer, that’s all.”

  Leaning back in her seat Kate started to tremble; she didn’t like the fact that she had enjoyed being a sub to an experienced Dom. It was much wiser not to feel anything with a client. Never again, she vowed.

  As she let herself into her flat, her mobile rang. Seeing it was Cynthia, she answered it,

  “Kate, are you O.K.?”

  “Yes, thanks for checking. I’m at home safe and sound.”

  “What happened?” Cynthia asked, surprised that Kate had walked out on a client.

  “I’m not a sub. He’s a sadist as well as a dom, and wanted to beat me with a belt.” Kate sat down as the shock set in.

  “So he let you go?”

  “No he bloody didn’t, I nearly castrated him with my nails, bugger.” Kate said looking at her hand. “I bloody broke one. Then he went to grab me again and I chucked him across the room, grabbed my gear and jumped in the lift. I want to give Jack a bonus, two hundred Cynth. Make sure he gets it, will you. He picked me up as soon as I called.”

  “Christ, Kate. You threw him across the room!” then Cynthia started to chuckle. “I’d like to have seen that.”

  “He looked dangerous so I just reacted as I’ve been taught at self defence class,” then Kate started to laugh.

  “He frightened you?”

  “Yes, being a sub is not for me.” Kate replied trying to forget how many orgasms she’d had with him. “I’m going to take a few days off; I’ll do Mr. Pendlebury, but tell any other regulars that I have the flu. I’ll let you know when I’m back.”