Sex weekends away : the facts

HE TOOK ME UPSTAIRS TO THE BED ROOM AND POLITELY ASKED IF HE COULD TIE ME UP….I started out by working as a call-girl in a brothel and I really don't have any exciting memories, the brothel had regular punters that always wanted to fuck the new recruit, the women competed for the clients in a sleazy manner and when you were popular with the punters, it grew to become problematic with the ladies as these very same clients were visiting one of the others before you.The brothel offered outcalls were you went out to the punters home or hotel and although out-calls paid a little bit more, they came with their discomforts too. I was sent to hotels and I would have no idea what I was going to meet behind the door, I was often really scared there was going to be a group of guys and I'd end up being gang-banged.I cant remember my very first out-call but I vividly remember the 2nd, it was an out-call to a property in a posh area of London, the customer had a very beautiful home in a gated compound, everything in his property was warm, the colours and smells were all neutral with a scent of cinnamon, the entire vibe was so calming I was instantly 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 soft English accent. He poured me a glass of chilled white wine and although I had been told never to drink alcohol on the job and certainly not with a new client, for some strange reason I begun by breaking this rule that day with that client. Jim was very gentle in his character, he took me 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 was not scared and I let him, he then went ahead and firmly tied me up…. I had not in my wildest dreams ever seen or thought people would be kinky to that extent, he did stuff to and with me that I had never seen or believed possible or hygienically proper, I was at his home for about 4 hours in total and when I finally left, I was sore and bruised all over... I called 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 paid me, I was not sure I would say no if he called to see me next time, the two days I was taking out of work had been very well compensated for and a lot more, but I didn’t see him again, I think he was only sent new girls on their first day...

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