Make Escorting Legal: HE WALKED ME UPSTAIRS TO HIS BED ROOM AND POLITELY ASKED I

Posted by a-level on July 15th, 2017

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

I started out by working as a hooker in a brothel and I really do not have any great recollections, the brothel had regular clients that usually wanted to fuck the new recruit, the women competed for the punters in a sleazy manner and when you were popular with the clients, it turned problematic with the women as these very same customers had been visiting one of the others before you.
The brothel offered outcalls were you went out to the clients home or hotel and despite the fact that out-calls paid a bit more, they had their discomforts as well. I was sent to hotels and I would have no clue what I would meet behind the door, I was always really terrified there was going to be a party of men and I would get gang-raped.
I cant remember my 1st out-call but I vividly remember the 2nd, it was an out-call to a house in a posh area of London, the punter lived in a very beautiful house in a gated compound, every little thing 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 calmed to my core. He was an extremely handsome man with a soft relaxed smile, his eyes were as sharp as polished steel and he welcomed me with a lovely gentle English accent. He poured me a glass of chilled white wine and even though I was advised to never ever drink alcohol on the job and under no circumstances with a new client, for a combination of reasons I begun by breaking this rule that day with that customer. Jim was very gentle in his character, he led me upstairs to the bed room and politely asked if he could tie me up, promising it to be innocent fun, there was something about him that even then, I wasn’t afraid and I allowed, he then went ahead and firmly tied me up….
I had not in my wildest dreams ever seen or imagined people would be kinky to that extent, he did stuff to and with me that I had never seen or believed possible or hygienically right, I was at his home for about 4 hrs in total and when I finally left, I was sore and bruised all over...
I rang the brothel on my way home and told them I was taking the rest of the day and the following day off work to recover, suprisingly to me, when I got home and counted the money he had given me, I was not sure I would decline if he called to see me next time, the two days I had taken out of work had been very well compensated for and a lot more, but I never saw him again, I am guessing he only saw new girls on their first day...