Make Escorting Lawful: HE WALKED ME UPSTAIRS TO HIS BEDROOM AND POLITELY ASKED I

Posted by a-level on July 18th, 2017

HE WALKED ME UPSTAIRS TO HIS BEDROOM AND POLITELY ASKED IF HE COULD TIE ME UP….

I started off by working as a prostitute in a brothel and I do not have any great recollections, the brothel had regular clients that always wanted to fuck the new recruit, the women competed for the clients in a sleazy manner and when you became popular with the punters, it turned problematic with the women as these very same clients had been visiting one of the others before you.
The brothel provided outcalls were you went out to the punters residence or hotel and though out-calls paid a little bit more, they also had their discomforts too. I was sent to hotels and I would have no clue what I'd meet when I got there, I was often really scared there was going to be a group of guys and I'd end up being gang-raped.
I cant recall my 1st out-call but I vividly recall the second, it was an out-call to a house in a posh area of Central London, the punter lived in a very beautiful home in a gated compound, everything in his home was warm, the colors and smells were all neutral with a scent of cinnamon, the whole vibe was so calming I was immediately relaxed to my core. He was an extremely handsome man with a soft relaxed smile, his eyes were as sharp as polished chestnuts and he welcomed me with a lovely gentle English accent. He poured me a glass of chilled white wine and even though I was told never to drink alcohol on the job and certainly not with a new punter, for a combination of reasons I started by breaking this rule that evening with that customer. Jim was extremely gentle in his character, he led me to the bed room and quietly asked if he could tie me up, promising it to be exciting fun, there was something about him that even then, I wasn’t afraid and I said yes, he then went ahead and firmly tied me up….
I had never seen or thought people would be kinky to that extent, he did things to and with me that I had never seen or thought possible or hygienically appropriate, I was at his home for about 4 hrs in all and when I finally left, I was sore and bruised all over...
I rang the brothel on my way home to let them know I was taking the rest of the day and the following day off work to heal, suprisingly to me, when I got home and counted the money he had paid me, I wasn’t sure I would say no if he called to see me again, the two days I had taken off work were extremely well compensated for and much more, Interestingly I didn’t see him again, I guess he only booked new girls on their first day...

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