DOMINATION ;:;:; SHORT STORY
*Based on a client experience in January 2015*
Every now and then I decide to go through the countless number of emails that flood my Adultwork account.
The majority of the emails, I don't reply to.
Mostly because they ask a question that is answered on my profile, like
'how much is an hour?'
'what do you do?'
So, whenever I get an interesting email, it stands out.
I found this email among the usual time wasters;
"Hi there Cassidy!
Just a short email to elaborate on things.
What I've got in mind is a role play scenario where I play a male gigolo who offers sexual services to lonely, middle aged women.
Whilst on a working holiday in America, where I'm hoping to sell my services, I'm surprised by a request from a young American who lures me into a false sense of security.
At first you get me in the bed, softly kissing and gently riding me.
Then stripped down to my g-string, I get slightly suspicious of your motives, wondering why you're still clad in denim shorts and a t-shirt.
About 10 minutes into the scenario you handcuff me to the bed, maybe tie my legs to the bedposts.
All while still luring me into a false sense of security.
Then your persona changes to an aggressive dominatrix.
For the rest of the scenario you demand I become your slave and threaten me with violence if I try and disobey your demands or try and escape.
I'm not a big fan of humiliation but would love the rest of the role play to include things like fully or semi clothed face-sitting, face-slapping, spitting, smoking and of course whippings.
There would also have to be a safe word and obviously the occasional odd pause.
Anyway, I look forward to meeting up.
If you have any questions or further ideas please let me know.
Up to this point in my career;
I had only really dealt with people who wanted humiliation- not pain.
I knew that pain seekers existed, just wondered when one would show his face.
At first the idea of him pretending to be a male gigolo; didn't sit right with me.
But, after more thinking I was eager to try it.
I find it very interesting when someone has such a specific role
play in mind.
I can't help but wonder how and why this fantasy became what it was... a fantasy.
Had they seen it in a porn?
Had they just made it up in their mind?
What about that scenario made their dick twitch and move with excitement?
I kept my reply to Carter short and sweet; still hesitant that he too might be another time waster.
The next day Carter called me to arrange our in person meet as planned.
He kept it simple on the phone, which I really appreciated.
He didn't pester me with questions that were answered throughout my profile, instead he gave me a time and assured he would confirm an hour before hand.
After hanging up, I realized there was only 3 hours until Carter would arrive and I would finally experience hurting another human being physically for cash.
My heart began to race.
My palms got sweaty.
I suddenly felt like I needed to shit, or throw up, or both.
Should I cancel? or back out?
I reminded myself how much I had been craving this.
How I found myself play fighting with boys only to get really angry and try and really fight.
I took 5 deep breathes and decided to try and carry about my day as if I had no plans or bookings coming.
3 spliffs later, only an hour remained until a brand new sexual experience would be upon me.
Wanting to be as professional as possible, I re-read the email 2 more times.
I got off my bed and walked over to my wardrobe to find a pair of
denim shorts and a t-shirt (as he had hinted in the email he had wanted me to wear).
I began my normal ritual of getting ready.
Treating it as any other booking.
Except, instead of condoms and baby wipes, I laid out a whip, ball-gag, blindfold and restraints.
I placed them out of sight, so to keep the illusion of innocence when he arrived.
Before I had time to back out or realize I was actually going through with it, the buzzer on my in-call shrieked out in alarm.
I buzzed him up and embraced Mistress Cassidy.
Carter came through the door.
He was tall enough that when he entered he had to bow his head, minding the door frame.
He was going bald, apart for the few bits of hair above and around his ears.
He unzipped his jacket, which revealed a white t-shirt with a mickey mouse logo on it.
He came across as older, yet trendy.
We made small talk as I invited him into the bedroom.
I decided to be in character from the moment he walked in.
HOWEVER; in the role play I am supposed to be seeking services when in reality he is the one who needs to pay me...
"so, I guess we should get the money bit out of the way then huh?" I begin.
Carter willingly rummages through his pockets before handing me a wad of cash.
With the money sorted I decide to dive right in.
Stoned, yet having a rush from being paid, I was somewhere in between confident and in a haze.
"It's been so long since I've been with someone...." I say looking down at my feet in embarrassment.
"What do you mean?" Carter asks, completely confused.
"Oh..." I reply. "I'm starting."
I could see Carter wasn't expecting me to dive right in.
Maybe he thought I wanted to go over the role play, but I felt it would be easier if I just was a different character the whole time; instead of saying 'ready, set, go'.
"I've been so lonely since I broke up with my boyfriend. I've been a mess. I just sit inside and masturbate, thinking about our sex life." I begin walking towards him. "I just need a man's touch." I lean in and kiss him on the lips. I make sure it's only a soft, little kiss.
"I need you to do something for me?" I ask coyly.
"What is it?" He asks with an eager look across his face.
"Well, errr-, it's kind-of embarrassing, but my ex boyfriend used to let me tie him up and let me grind all over his body. It would be so hot, knowing i could have him anyway I wanted! Mmmm.. I'm getting so wet just thinking about it!!"
"Sure... why not?" Carter agrees.
I go to where I have my bondage equipment is hidden and pull out a long piece of black rope, as well as arm restraints and leg restraints.
Once I have Carter fastened into the restraints, I use the rope and tie it around various items in the room to keep him completely stiff.
"Oh, yes, this is going to be so much fun!" I exclaim in satisfaction of my rope masterpiece.
I climb on top of him, straddling his groin.
The denim shorts riding higher and higher up my legs, revealing a few pubes sticking out of the edges.
I lean over him, letting my hair cascade over his face and tickle his cheeks, followed by lots of sensual kissing.
I begin grinding on his dick, getting it aroused.
"You like that?" I ask while putting my hand down his g-string and squeezing his un-circumcised cock.
He nods and whimpers in agreement.
Without even warning myself, somewhere inside me, I decided to switch.
It was like I had been ready for it all along.
Waiting for this moment.
Someone else took over my mind, my mouth and my hands.
"ARE YOU SURE YOU LIKE THAT?!" I scream. "BECAUSE HERE'S THE DEAL; I'M THE HOOKER IN THIS TOWN! WORD AROUND THE STREET IS THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN GET HARD AND PLEASE ALL THE LONELY HOUSEWIVES AROUND HERE! THEY ARE ALL CALLING ME COMPLAINING; AND I\M HAVING TO GO AROUND AFTER YOU AND GIVE THEM AN ACTUAL ORGASM!" His eyes begin dilating and expanding with excitement and the fear of not knowing what was next.
I don't know what compelled me to take it in that direction.
I hadn't planned this or even come up with anything.
It was just there, waiting for me to grab onto the words and spit them out.
"SO HERE'S WHAT'S GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN. YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE, RIGHT NOW, TO PROVE TO ME YOU ARE ACTUALLY STRAIGHT. BECAUSE, I THINK YOU'RE JUST SOME FAGGOT, DICK-SUCKER WHO CAN'T GET HARD EXCEPT FOR OTHER COCK. AND IF I DON'T LIKE WHAT I HEAR FROM YOU OR SEE FROM YOUR COCK, I'M GOING TO PUNISH YOU AND MAKE YOU MY LITTLE SLAVE BITCH FOREVER. YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"yes" He muttered in return.
"DON'T EVEN FUCKING SPEAK TO ME YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A COCK. AS A MATTER OF A FACT, I'M GOING TO GET MY BALL-GAG SO YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING!"
This time when I go to get the ball-gag from my hidden array of bondage toys, I pull the lot out and reveal what I've been hiding.
I hold the box filled with various items above my head and above his stomach.
His arms are tied about his head and his legs tied to either end of the room.
I flip the box over and things begin to fall onto his stomach and chest, making him squirm with each blow.
I pick up the ball-gag and walk to the top part of the bed where his head lays dangling off the edge.
I put each of my thighs on either side of his head, so my pussy is at eye level with him.
I grab his cheeks with my hand and squeeze my fingers together to push his lips apart and open his mouth.
I begin to shove the ball gag in but am hit with the idea of spitting in his mouth first, so that's exactly what I did.
Once I had the gag fastened around the back of his head, I returned to being on top of him, straddling him.
I couldn't believe I wasn't shaking or stumbling over my words.
How had I managed to keep my composure?!
And what the fuck had compelled me to take it in my own direction?!?
"Let's see here..." I exclaim as I twist my upper body around to look back and see if his dick was hard.
"Just as I expected" I yawn in boredom.
Then I begin to squeeze his dick extremely hard while also digging my nails into the walls of his shaft.
He continues to whimper through the ball gag in his mouth.
Each whimper sends me deeper into the moment.
I want to see if I can make him use the safe word, which was 'safe' for simplicity reasons.
I remove myself from above him and grab the leather whip from the array of bondage equipment.
I sit on the bed, at the side of him, whipping him harder and harder.
"Look at your pathetic limp dick! I can't believe you took money off women while letting them believe you're straight! You disgust me! You're-" I scream. Making each lash harder than the last.
I took a moment and sat back to admire all the red welts and marks I had created.
I surprisingly found myself out of breath and decided to re-light my spliff.
"How do you feel about being a human ashtray?" I ask.
Through the spit that has gathered in his mouth and through the ball-gag, I manage to hear a "yes."
I remove the ball-gag and use my fingers to force his mouth open, and then ash my spliff into it.
I demand he swallows the ash, and he does.
Without warning, I stub the spliff out on his chest, making him squirm.
The weed made everything more real.
All of a sudden the reality of the situation hit me.
What the fuck am I doing?
Thank God this motherfucker was blindfolded,
because I would not have been able to deal with any sort of eye contact.
But- even with the blindfold, I couldn't deal with him being face-up.
"I'm going to untie you, and I need you to flip over onto your stomach." I demanded.
He did as I asked.
Once I had him securely tied up again, I began using my whip on his ass.
I zoned out and began taking out all my aggression on him.
I loved every minute of it.
I used to whip from the flesh of his ass to his taint, balls and dick.When the time was up.
I broke out of character and began laughing, finally.
I asked him how I did, and he had nothing but kind words to sat.
I found myself gliding on air for the rest of the evening.
A weight had been lifted off me.