\u201cI guess that\u2019s right.\u201d She lowered her voice and we started to get to the point of the afternoon. \u201cI\u2019ve never really been able to enjoy sex. I don\u2019t NOT enjoy it. It feels good, but there\u2019s not big build-up and definitely no climax, at least as my friends have described. Damn, this really is weird to talk about. But I think knowing that you\u2019re so discreet makes it easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was opening up to me. I just sat and listened, maybe in a way no one listened to her before. \u201cGinika, are you able to have an orgasm when you masturbate?\u201d I had to be direct with her.<\/p>\n
She was embarrassed, but she saw I was not judging her. I just was looking for insight into how I might be able to help her. \u201cYes. It\u2019s the only time I\u2019ve ever orgasmed. Mom thinks maybe you could be the kind of lover who could help me, but I doubt it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled a warm smile, not snide. \u201cWhy do you think that, Ginika? Not to brag about my bedroom skills, but I\u2019m successful at my job, and that means I\u2019m kind of in demand. I\u2019ve heard just about every kind of fantasy, and I can usually work with just about anyone. I have a few things I won\u2019t do like I won\u2019t do bondage. I can\u2019t let someone tie me up, in case they get beyond my comfort zone. Nothing scatological. There isn\u2019t enough money in the world for me to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made her chuckle, which also made me laugh with her. \u201cIt\u2019s good to have SOME limits!\u201d she replied, and we were finding it easy to communicate together. \u201cOK, let me tell you what I think about when I masturbate. See if you can deal with it. I never told my mother. I think I\u2019ll sink through the floor if she knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGinika, your secrets are safe with me, whether this leads to something or not. I\u2019ll never tell a soul. That\u2019s a promise.\u201d I touched the back of her hand, and she decided she was safe with me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, at this age, most people don\u2019t really know what they want with sex. And the men all think they need to be in charge in bed, and honestly, that does nothing for me. I feel the need to be in charge. I even want it to be kind of rough. I don\u2019t want to be spanked; I want to spank my partner.<\/p>\n
I want to demand he do what I want when I want. When I think about it\u2026\u201d she closed her eyes briefly and I could see this really was her desire. And I knew what she was saying about younger men. When I was in my early 20s, I couldn\u2019t imagine I would have let a woman be in charge.<\/p>\n
We\u2019re programmed to dominate. If we\u2019re not really built that way, it usually doesn\u2019t come to us until we\u2019re in our 30s at least. Sometimes much later.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow rough do you think you need to be? Is spanking it? Or do you think you need to really hurt your partner? Because I can do this if it\u2019s not too hardcore. I can\u2019t allow someone to mark my body or face or pull my hair so it gets torn from my head. I wouldn\u2019t like it, and it would affect my ability to work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to hurt someone. I\u2019m not angry. At least I don\u2019t think so. But I\u2019ve looked at some videos and I love the Mistress\/Submissive roleplay.\u201d I could see it in her eyes; this really was what she needed.<\/p>\n
I looked at her as she composed herself. I had to decide if I could trust her to set limits and respect safe words. Even if I wasn\u2019t bound, we would have to set those boundaries.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I can help you, Ginika. I haven\u2019t done this type of thing before, but I can study it and prepare for it. I\u2019ve gotten good at that the last few years. Let me ask you, do you have any sort of costumes for this? Things like leather, heels, stockings.<\/p>\n
There are some things that will make it even better for you that you can buy in specialty shops. And if you wanted me to wear something, that can be arranged as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I don\u2019t have anything like that. But I know what you\u2019re talking about. Does this mean we\u2019re going to do this? Could you do this with me?\u201d She was fidgeting around, clearly aroused now. If I had suggested we go shopping right then, together, I\u2019m sure she would have done it. But we needed to go slow. I needed to talk to Dami and figure out a price for my services.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can and I will, if it\u2019s really what you want. But I\u2019m going to ask you something. I rarely try to talk a lady out of hiring me, but I want to suggest something to you. Have you thought about going through one of those \u2018underground\u2019 websites to find a man who is experienced with this kind of kink? Someone who would know how to do this from experience?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I wouldn\u2019t do that. At least not at this point. I would be afraid of meeting a man who is dangerous, who is looking for a woman to hurt. I need a man I know I can trust, and who will also be discreet. You couldn\u2019t tell anyone about this, not even my mother. I guess you have to tell your manager?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but you can trust her. She\u2019s silent about her clients, like a tomb. I\u2019m going to give you my business WhatsApp, and you can text me if there\u2019s anything you want me to wear or any other special request. I would have to go shopping, and Iwould have to charge you for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled kind of shyly. \u201cI figured that would be the case. You know money isn\u2019t an issue. So, are we going to do this, Kayode? You\u2019re sure you\u2019re willing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you weren\u2019t Chiwendu\u2019s daughter, I don\u2019t think I would. But you seem like someone I can trust to know the boundaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieve me, I have no intention or interest in hurting you. I don\u2019t think that\u2019s part of my fantasy. Besides, if I damaged you, mom would kill me.\u201d We laughed over that, but honestly, it was a bizarre thing to laugh about.<\/p>\n
The entire situation was a little bizarre. We parted with a handshake, and I saw a gleam in Ginika\u2019s eyes. Her mind was racing as she already was thinking about how she wanted to live this out. It was her best, safest opportunity and she wanted to do it right.<\/p>\n
I also wanted to do it right, but I hadn\u2019t had years to think it over. It wasn\u2019t my desire. I\u2019d never really even thought about it in a sexual manner. I\u2019d seen porn on the theme, but it really didn\u2019t rock my boat.<\/p>\n
So, the challenge was going to be making it work for Ginika and getting enough of a sexual charge out of it myself so I could perform. She wanted the sexual part, not just the Dominatrix part; some women just want that. I was going to have to do some serious research.<\/p>\n
Over the next week, I kept my other appointments, including with Chiwendu. I had my days off, Monday and Tuesday, and on those days, I did a lot of searching on my computer. About costumes, about the psychology of this role, about what Ginika probably needed.<\/p>\n
She would have to tell me specifically, but I wanted a general idea. So that week, I didn\u2019t have a lot of \u2018me\u2019 time. I talked to Dami just to let her know I was putting a lot of work into this so she could charge appropriately for my time. Maybe that sounds cold to some of you. But this was my job, and I was acting as a professional. Professionals get paid for their time.<\/p>\n
The other side of that is as a professional, I wanted this to be the best possible experience for my client.<\/p>\n
Ginika called me ten days after we met. She told me what I should buy for myself, and she told me to bring her the bill directly. It was a way of keeping things as discreet as possible, so Dami wouldn\u2019t know what she craved. She wanted this to be as private as it could be. Not even her mother would know.<\/p>\n
I went to her apartment on a Sunday with a small satchel, dressed like an upscale young man calling on her, dressed in a sports jacket and trousers, no tie. Just like we were getting together for a romantic Sunday afternoon. I even brought a bottle of wine, kind of like a cover in case one of her neighbors saw me. Ginika was trying to cover her tracks as much as she could. I thought she was overdoing it, but it was her call.<\/p>\n
She met me at the door dressed in a light pair of trousers, a jacket, and very expensive designer Chanel shoes. She was beautiful, classy, and nervous. I could feel it in her handshake.<\/p>\n
She offered me a drink and though it was something I usually didn\u2019t accept the first time I was with a new client, I accepted the offer this time. She wasn\u2019t the only one who was nervous. We each had whiskey while we went over the ground rules for the occasion.<\/p>\n
She did have a request that went against what we had agreed to.<\/p>\n
\u201cKayode, I know you said no restraints, but it would really help me if you wore these handcuffs.\u201d She took out a pair of steel cuffs, but she showed me that I would be able to let myself out of them with just a movement of my wrists.<\/p>\n
I took them and tried them out, finding them easy to release, so I agreed to wear them for her. She smiled, and I could see her excitement rising. \u201cYou have what I asked you to wear for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do. Let me show you.\u201d I had a shopping bag with me with the items, a pair of tight black leather shorts and a matching vest as well as a collar with metal studs. All brand new and with receipts for her to reimburse me. These were not items I would have bought for myself otherwise.<\/p>\n
Ginika then led me into the back bedroom where she had a queen-sized bed with metal slats on the headboard, which would be just right for the handcuffs. She excused herself to get ready in her room while I changed for her in that room. I stripped down hung up my jacket and slacks and put on the leather items, with a black silk thong under the shorts. I looked like a real submissive, or at least I did to my eye. I sat on the bed, my stomach in knots while I waited for Ginika.<\/p>\n
20 minutes later, she came into the room, and she was really dressed for the role of a Dominatrix. She was clad in leather, almost head to toe. She wore a biker-style cap with a brim and silver chain, a lace-up corset with holes cut out for her small but perfect breasts (with very light brown, very thick, stiff nipples), gloves that went past her elbows, and Fuck Me (FM) boots with a four-inch heel that went up past her knees with black thigh high stockings.<\/p>\n
The only part not in leather were her panties, small and snug, maybe a size too small, in satin. She looked amazing in that outfit, and my cock was straining to find space to expand to full hard, but the space wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n
I got right into my role. \u201cMistress, you are so beautiful.\u201d But that wasn\u2019t quite right.<\/p>\n
\u201cSlave, you are not to speak until you are given permission!\u201d Ginika grabbed my face with her right hand, squeezing my cheeks with a sense of menace. \u201cDo you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes Mistress! I\u2019m sorry. I was just overwhelmed with your beauty!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll let it slide this time! But don\u2019t forget your place!\u201d She released me and walked around me while I looked down, not making eye contact.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery nice, Slave. You obeyed my instructions just right.\u201d She ran her hands all over my body, my back and chest over the vest, then my ass and my thighs, and finally over my crotch.<\/p>\n
She could feel how taught the material was, especially with my erection trying to burst out. \u201cVery nice\u2026\u201d Her voice had a guttural quality, a sign of her significant arousal. I peeked and saw her nipples thick and swollen. I wanted to wrap my lips around them and bite them softly.<\/p>\n
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