Chapter 2

I had hired myself out as an escort during a bout with unemployment. I assured my husband that I would limit my services to escorting gentlemen to business and formal gatherings, but that plan became undone on my very first outing. The attractive man whom I escorted invited me to his home and we made sensuous love, for which he paid extra. With my consent, he passed my contact information to friends and business associates. My phone soon began to ring and my calendar became crowded with engagements.

My first clients were men. Paul was a gentleman. Louis and William enjoyed ravishing me in three ways. They paid well. I soon obtained women clients.

Kathy Shea, a delightful and classy woman, hired me for intimate company. I was reluctant at first, but was seduced by her gentle touch. Our lovemaking is tender and respectful. Kathy is a joy to be with and we please each other in ways no one else can. I can’t believe I’m paid for making love with her.

My next clients, the Sullivans, are a couple who enjoy female company in their bedroom. During our three ways I learned that Margaret Sullivan had a fetish to submit to another woman. She hires me for private sessions and I have become her Mistress. She recommended my services to other like-minded women.

My third female client is Brooke. To know Brooke is to despise her. Not much of a looker and a conceited narcissist, Brooke is the consummate chauvinist pig. A two-bit power hungry bully, Brooke is smug and pretentious. Her arrogance enabled her to snare a mild-mannered man whom she thinks she controls with sex and phony pledges of love. Brooke prides herself on her ability to please him, but she doesn’t; he cheats on her with enthusiasm. A whore at heart, Brooke enjoys being tied to the bed and having me sit on her. Brooke is a power-loving ass kisser. I make her kiss mine.

“Kiss my ass,” I order with a slap to her pussy.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Duly humiliated, I rub myself all over her face. I soon spin around, facing her freshly shaven pussy and squeeze her tits hard.

“Now stick out your tongue.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Further. Lick my clit, Brooke. Please your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she peeps.

“That’s better, slut,” I scold, and administer a few slaps to her ugly pussy with my riding crop.

“Harder please, Mistress,” she implores. “I’m a bad girl.”

“You are a bad girl,” I agree truthfully. “You’re an egotistical slut. I’m going to screw your cheating husband too,” I vow as I slap her pussy harder. “You deserve to be cheated on, you conceited cunt. You think with all your self-importance you have the talent to please him? Well you don’t,” I add as I slap her skanky pussy. “Now make me come, whore.”

After coming in her mouth I give her pussy another slap. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I then dress and leave her tied up while I make myself lunch and a cup of tea in her kitchen. I take my time and let her wait. If she complains I stuff my panties in her mouth to gag her.

My next sub, Dawn, is a haughty, power hungry chauvinist pig as well. Easily insulted and a holder of petty grudges, Dawn loves role play. Dawn’s role is that of my docile sub. During the course of her training I discovered that Dawn has an obsession for barefoot girls. I make her lick my feet and suck on my toes to remind her of her place. In our role play I’m the teacher disciplining the recalcitrant student, stripping and violating her. In other sessions I’m the school principal who awards grades based on how well Dawn services me. When Dawn is a good student I give her straight A’s. I sometimes play the office boss, dressed up conservatively in business attire; white blouse, navy blue skirt, stockings, three inch heels, and glasses. Dawn’s role is that of a subordinate dressed too suggestively for business. As a reprimand I unbutton her blouse, pull down her bra, and manhandle her tits. After stripping her completely, I take her over my knees and spank her and molest her. We end with me forcing her down to worship my vagina as I yank her in by her hair. Dawn fancies herself a bookish intellect and a wild little cupcake. In reality Dawn is not so smart and she’s my meek little pet.

Leslie is a shy married woman who needs someone to lead her through life. Curvy and pretty as a picture, she wants me to take charge of her. She submits to my will and does whatever I tell her to do.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I continued serving my clients, the men on weekend evenings, the women during weekday mornings and afternoons. Over the months my husband had become suspicious of the length of my outings. He caught me in a lie one Saturday night by calling the venue to which I had acted as an escort. He discovered the event had ended two hours earlier than I told him. He demanded to know of my activities in those two hours. I came clean.

“Some of my clients desire services of a more personal nature.”

“What kind of personal services?” he demanded.

“What kind do you think?”

He remained silent, staring.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked in a low voice.

“Since the start of my escorting.”

“How many so-called clients do you have?”

“Nine. Four men and five women.”

“Women?” He was shocked. “You have women clients?”

“Five of them. One is an unmarried lesbian. Three are married to men, another is heterosexual, but I don’t know her marital status. The four heterosexual women have fetishes to submit to a woman.”