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I know I left you hanging but now I’m rested and refreshed and can continue telling you abut my latest sexy adventure. I was in no way prepared for what was about to unfold…

The next morning I woke alone MR X had gone to work and I had the villa to myself, and that set the trend. We spent the best part of a week in the villa, me alone and enjoying myself during the day and MR X arriving in the evening and us exploring each other’s fantasies into the night and sometimes past the dawn… One evening after another day by the pool I waited for Mr X, I stripped naked and covered myself from head to toe in my favourite body lotion, I knelt on all fours on the glass coffee table with my bottom in the air so when MR X entered the room he saw my beautiful shinny bottom sticking into the air and me on all fours smiling at him over my now suntanned shoulder! When I heard Mr X arrive I checked my pose in the big mirror that I’d moved to the other side of the room, he walked up behind me and began stroking and massaging my bottom, I moved involuntarily to his caresses, with a smile and a flick of my head I motioned across the room Mr X followed my gaze and we began watching ourselves in the mirror. While looking at me through the mirror Mr X moved slightly to my side so as to see himself in full length and what a sight! Me naked and glistening, on all fours seemingly floating on the glass table with my bottom impossibly high in the air and Mr X behind me and now to one side dressed in his dark blue suite massaging and spreading my buttocks with both hands like a baker kneading dough … all this had the desired effect on both of us!

I think it was a Friday when Mr X called and said “how’d you like spending a while in Italy, maybe three days or so, we’ll stay in the same hotel, we leave in 4 hours” I knew the hotel he meant and from the way he phrased it I knew he couldn’t talk that much so what did I say? “Yes” I said nothing more and hung up, I knew everything else would be done for me, except that is my packing and perhaps replenishing my body lotion, we used so much one night we ended up slipping and sliding like a pair of otters! And I think he may need to get a new coffee table I don’t think I’ll trust that one again after the pounding it took!

The car arrived and whisked me off to the airport. Soon enough I’d arrived at the hotel and entered the suite, it was grander than I remembered and then I realized that I really needed a little nap, I’d been awake for just a little too long. My bags were emptied and everything stored and hung just so while I showered so when I returned to the bedroom everything had been organized and the bed turned down, I must have mentioned to one of the staff that I was going to take a nap. I dove into the crisp Egyptian cotton and immediately fell sound asleep. I woke slowly and realized the phone was ringing, Mr X told me what time he’d be arriving and told me to check the wardrobes and make sure that the maid had done her job…..

In the corner wardrobe I found what I was looking for…. a selection of outfits: a black PVC catsuit by Atsuko Kudo, French maid, schoolgirl complete gym slip and with a little checked mini skirt and a fabulous Armani suite with white silk blouse, lady boss. On the lower shelf was lingerie, corsets and basques by La Perla and Myla and at the bottom a pair of PVC boots to match the catsuit plus a pair of canvas plimsolls and a few pairs of black shoes of differing styles with various height heels including a delicious pair of Jimmy Choo’s and a stunning pair of Christian Louboutin’s! With a little squeak of delight I shrugged of my robe and stared trying on the outfits, leaving the PVC till last. I love myself in the black Christian Louboutin’s with one of the La Perla black basques, stockings and suspenders. I was admiring myself in the mirror, posing and touching myself when I realized the time and quickly put the French maid outfit on with stockings. I checked myself in the mirror, bending over, stretching up and checking the length, it was perfect. I pulled the front down and checked how my boobs looked in this outfit and they looked great as usual, giving my nipples a little rub and squeeze I pulled the front back into place and grabbed my feather duster. Moments later the door clicked and opened. I moved to the centre of the lounge and gave Mr X my most feminine and coquettish curtsy, he sat and I began dusting around bending from the hip, flashing my bottom or my cleavage and loving every minute as I saw Mr X becoming more and more aroused. Mr X began making suggestive remarks and talking dirty while I objected and continued dusting provocatively. Mr X is good at this role, he can be strong and manly, without ever making me feeling threatened, holding me with one arm and pulling the front of my maids outfit with the other, bending to kiss and suck my boobs while I squirm and object (but not too much)….  Once the initial rush had faded we fell into a wonderful fantasy fulfilment relationship, one that I knew Mr X longed for and desired for years, and one, which I was more than happy to be a part of.

The next few nights were pure exploration; we went through all the outfits and I got Mr X ready for the climax of the week by being his boss, his “lady boss”, I’m not much of a lady when I’m being a lady boss although Mr X enjoyed his position beneath my new shoes or on all fours, a position that he enjoyed more than I expected and so he was ready for the culmination of the week – my being his dominatrix and him being my bitch! I dressed in my black PVC catsuit with PVC boots. I greeted Mr X as soon as he was through the door: “You’re late! Strip!” For the next three hours he was all mine and it was my turn to give the orders! Tied up and tied to the bed, crawling on all fours, bending over a chair or knelling at my feet he was all mine. Paddles, restraints, whips, candles, blindfolds, dog collar and chain, candle wax and a few toys later and I put him down again!

Every desire can be fulfilled and every need can be satisfied…

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Three countries in three weeks!

Sorry for abandoning you like that but I didn’t have a choice. Let me explain….
One of my regulars calls and asked me to join him at his villa in Spain, it was short notice but it was to be for a week or more, all expenses paid and my usual fee for an extended oversees booking. I could stay in London waiting for the work and baking in the heat or stay in a luxury villa with panoramic sea views, a beautiful pool and a Jacuzzi, with all expenses paid…. I flew out 12 hours later after a little party with Miss X and a few other friends.

The car was waiting for me at the airport and took me straight to the villa, the latest maid opened the door, greeted me and led me to the mater bedroom. I know the layout well but I allowed her to guide me through. She informed me that MR X was delayed and would be arriving in a few hours. (I knew exactly when he would arrive).  I unpacked showered, gratefully accepted a plated of my favourite snacks from the maid and settled down by the pool. The maid soon left (I knew she wouldn’t be back for five days). I wandered into the villa, put a CD on, took my bikini off, and dove into the pool. It had been so long since I’d had the chance to swim naked beneath an open sky! I was born again, the flight and dust and London stickyness was gone, I dove down and swam under water turning and looking at the sky through the water, forward rolls, back flips, diving down, getting out and diving in again and then finally floating on my back bathing in the air and the sun. I knew this was going to be a beautiful adventure.

After time in the pool and the Jacuzzi, I lay by the pool feeling more relaxed and cleaner than I had for many a week in London, there’s something about Summer’s in London, you don’t know how oppressive they are until you get away out of the City. Anyway I was feeling very free…. The phone rang, Mr X was on the other end he was expecting to be back in an hour or two. We’ve known each other for a while now and I know his moods. He ebbs and flows like the English weather, and I’d caught him during a sunny spell! The food was prepared (thanks to the latest maid  – as I say he has his moods), the wine and champagne was on ice and I was ready to treat him to a time he wouldn’t soon forget, if ever! Mr X’s idea was to eat and then relax, very good, very civilized and quite un-realistic. I know him and his appetites and I know myself, he’s a powerful and attractive man, and beyond our financial arrangements we do have a mutual attraction. I wore my new skimpy little black dress and did my make-up and hair just as he likes it with a hint of his favourite scent.

I heard the car swish up to the villa and my pulse quickened, I hadn’t seen him for… how long had it been… the key turned in the lock, I took a breath, and then there he was….

An hour or two later we are sat naked on bed picking at the food and pouring champagne for each other chatting and talking as if we have never been apart, sharing jokes and laughing. We ended up using each other’s bodies as plates and glasses, eating food and drinking off of each other… and then a little time in the Jacuzzi to clean off and finish each other off beneath stars.

I know I’m being a tease but, hey, I love to see you pant and want more and more is coming, I’ll satisfy you very soon!…

One of the most rewarding parts of my career is making clients dreams come true, for the first time! There’s something very special about seeing a man that excited, and captivated, his eyes drinking in every moment, every movement, every curve of my body, its very rewarding to be a part of that and even more satisfying when I’m the director! The subject of the dream come true and the one controlling the situation, manipulating and timing each movement and gesture to maximize the man’s pleasure. It’s a wonderful feeling and one that I was luck enough to experience again quite recently.

As you’ll have gathered by now I prefer the longer bookings that have a little role-play or some kind of naughtiness, and so I’m top of the list when a booking like that comes in and luckily for me another one did, and it was one that turned out to be unforgettable. A client, apparently new to escorts, had called and described what he wanted; GFE with a twist is how the agency summed it up while we were discussing the booking on the phone. Its not a new fantasy, in fact it’s a bit of a classic and the client wanted it bringing to life, good for him, I was more than happy to oblige.  🙂

I packed my little bag of tricks and set off for the booking knowing that both the client and I were in for a very special treat. I didn’t have far to travel, which was a blessing, the cabs air-con was out and a hot day in central London is a very hot day indeed especially if your stuck in a cab with no air-con. Fortunately I arrived before I started wilting! It was a lovely private block that I’d been to before, I was buzzed up and greet by a rather tense looking gentleman. One look at him and I immediately jumped into my sexy, sweet GFE role, a role that every girl knows extremely well and one that every girl, escort or not uses, as it works on every man that has ever been born. It’s a role that I am quite an expert in, and my heart went out when I saw the poor man, the poor thing looked a little terrified! I entered his apartment and then a gentle hand on his arm and a soft stroke of his cheek, my head slightly to one side and a softly spoken word or two and he began to relax. He had my present ready and waiting in a lovely envelope atop a writing desk jut off the entrance hall. Its funny but I do notice the wrappings chosen for my presents, I always have, anyway I’ll leave that for another blog… We moved through to the main reception Mr A (it seems rude to keep calling him the client) was still a little tense, I was relieved when he suggested a drink and then put some music on, the universal gestures! With a little coaxing Mr A began to relax while we sat, and I was feeling a little surer of exactly the role he wished me to play. A man of his word he wasn’t changing the plans, something that I was happy about as I was looking forward to the next few hours almost as much as him 😉

After a little sip of wine, some disarming chat and more than a little kissing Mr A was obviously feeling a little less nervous. What followed had been timetabled to perfection by Mr A.

I rose from a lingering kiss and began to move to the music that Mr A had selected. Swaying and moving in time to the music in what I know is a very sexy, erotic and hypnotic way. I did this for a while until he’d completely drunk me in, enjoying the movements and the curves, only then did I begin slowly removing my clothing. I began with a knowing smile while slowly unbuttoning my blouse. One moment turning my back, the next leaning over him and moving away with the slightest, lightest kiss. Moving, dancing and caressing myself while stripping, I was soon down to my lingerie. I’d kept my black stilettos on. All black underwear, nothing but the best, as we know the best feels the best, for the wearer and anyone lucky enough to be touching!

Stockings, suspenders, bra and knickers, lingering just out of reach I continued my dance bending over time and again and then I stopped, while I had my back to him and with no movement to the music I slowly removed my bra. With just my hands across my boobs I turned and then moved my hands to my hips. I bent down to the table where the glasses were, bending at the knees. I dipped a finger into one of the glasses and then sucked it. Slowly standing and moving to the music once more I moved slowly, dancing, to the chair opposite, I sat, raised my legs well above my head and removed my knickers in one smooth movement finishing with my stilettos on the floor. Standing, still out of reach, I moved and danced slowly for a moment, and then with a curling index finger I beckoned Mr A. I turned and began walking my sexiest walk towards the bedroom; I could fell his eyes burning into my naked bottom, the hurriedly following Mr A was quickly discarding items of clothing on the way. I entered the bedroom and saw the handcuff ready and waiting, one pair fastened on each side of the metallic headboard.

Fastening Mr A into place was a pleasure I took my time over. I was waiting. Moving slower, lingering. And I was waiting….

The intercom sprang into life.

I buzzed up our new playmate. “I’ve invited my best friend to join us,” I sang it out from the hallway with a smile on my face and then poked my head round the door, “I thought you’d like it… I know we will….” Licking my lips I disappeared from the doorframe.

Once Miss X was in the apartment we allowed a moment to pass and then we entered the bedroom with hungry looks directed straight at Mr A, I began to undress her, both of us occasionally looking over to Mr A to tease and excite him a little more. Kissing, caressing and enjoying each other it took time for me to undress Miss X, she and I were wearing exactly the same lingerie and when I’d finally stripped her down to the same outfit; stilettos, stocking and suspenders, nothing more…. we stopped our kissing and fondling, turned and looked and then moved over to the restrained Mr A…….

I love working with my fiend Miss X as you well know, and I love her apartment, I’ve told you this before but what I haven’t told you are the some of the reasons why I love her apartment so much (apart from the fact that Miss X is there and wherever Miss X is fun times are sure to follow), I love the space and the luxury, the colours, the bronze and warm reds at sun set, the clear blues at early, or maybe late, sun rise. Miss X has created a feeling in her apartment that everyone feels at home in and its addictive, you don’t want to leave. I don’t know quite how she’s done this or how much is the art and the furnishings and how much is her and her amazing ability to make everyone at home, comfortable and smiling within minutes. Anyway it was to her apartment I found myself travelling once more with expectation, hope and a childish delight in my smile and in my stomach! Happy and exited in the cab I clutched my bag of toys and costumes as I imagined what was ahead of me for the next few hours.
Miss X and the agency have a couple of new clients that have rather particular requests, I’ve run into this type of booking before and must say they are fun. I’m talking about food, specifically cream cakes and cream. Think food fights and pouring cream and you won’t be too far away. This booking was to be a little more involved, a little more fantasy fulfilment, and I was looking forward to it. The client and the Agency had agreed the scenario, one that appealed to both Miss X and I and fell right into our fields of expertise. It involved submission, domination, role-play, a hint of fetishism and food! What’s not to like….
Miss X had covered the dinning area floor with plastic sheeting and taped it down. Her dinning chairs had also been covered, both in a very subtle and unobtrusive way, these however were the only hints of what was to be happening here soon. Miss X and I changed into costume and slowly slipped into character. Miss X dressed in a maids costume, one of the shortest I’d ever seen, with fishnet stockings, simple maid style shoes and hardly any make-up. I changed into a lady boss outfit, short black skirt, black stockings quite a sheer white blouse, black stilettos and slightly severe make-up with my favourite shade of strong red lipstick.
In costume and in character I ordered Miss X to lay out my other costume for the evening this she did in silence and with a grace and lack of extra movement that was hypnotic, especially when she bent over, her prefect bottom was almost completely exposed! With her final movement she lingered slightly while bent over the bed, turning and looking over her shoulder at me with her wickedest smile, I held her gaze and gave her my sternest lady boss stare….
As arranged the large round glass dinning-table was laid with nothing but a bottle of wine chilling on ice and two long stem wine glasses. The client arrived and once customary exchanges made we moved straight to the dinning area. Miss X moved to her place in the corner ankles and toes together, hands held together and resting at her crotch with head bowed. The client is a fan of Japanese cartoons and Miss X knows her Manga and Hentai and watches them herself from time to time and so she knows how to be the type of submissive sexy maid that our client desires. I sat diagonally across from, lets call him Mr A, my legs crossed in such a way as to allow him a good view of the perfect curves and a view of a length of suspender peeping from below my skirt, my sexy sheer blouse was just tight enough to show the shape of my breasts and yet leave a little something to the imagination.  The scene was set.
Mr A ordered Miss X to pour the drinks this she did while flashing her pert little bottom and spilling a few drops for which I reprimanded her. This was repeated a few minutes later this time with Mr A delivering the reprimand when Miss X spilt a few drops on the glass table, Miss X appeared ashamed, apologised and moved back each time to her station in the corner, few feet from the table. We began to order plates, nothing more just plates, readying ourselves for the main course. These arrived and each of which was delivered with a lingering flash of Miss X’s sexy bottom and this time with just a hint of a wiggle, unfortunately the plates were delivered a little too noisily. This was disgraceful! Something more had to be said – more reprimands and warnings “Something may have to be done”, Mr A and I talking of how disappointing the service was and “maids must learn how to perform” Miss X looking dejected we ordered the cakes.
They arrived with a wonderful bend over the table as Miss X stretched and began to arrange them, each other one rolling from the plate in the centre of the table. Mr A and I were shocked and I took charge. Taking a little fluffy creamy cake in hand and moving behind and to the side of Miss X I gave her a slap on the arse with the cream cake. It splatted wonderfully. Miss X complained and pleaded delightfully, Mr A’s eyes sparkled at the sight before him, I continued to scold Miss X about her terrible service and slowly took another little cream cake. Splat! On the other cheek! I made an excuse to leave the room, going to wash my hands I think and quickly changed into my other costume. I re-entered the room and discovered Mr A licking the cake from Miss X’s pert bottom. “Well well it looks like I have two victims for the evening”. Dressed in my red PVC catsuit shinny stilettos, whip in hand they both turned on que. The games began in earnest!
Mr A was my victim as I made him throw and smear cream and cake over Miss X and then lick some of it off, this culminated in my making him order Miss X to strip naked and pour cream over herself as part of her punishment, I allowed Mr A to lick some of this from Miss X. Of course if he didn’t deliver on my orders in quite the right way he was punished! I controlled my two slaves perfectly to balance Mr A’s pleasure on a knife-edge and then built the pressure with all my skill using my toys and Miss X as tools to tease, punish and elight in equal measure, until I final allowed him relief. Mr A finally left with a new glint in his eye and a lot less stress in his shoulders and his pants! Miss X and I cleaned up, after we had our own little food fight, we couldn’t resist!

One of my regulars was back in London recently. A gentleman I’ve been seeing for quite a while now, he always stays in the same hotel in central London and takes a suite there. The suite he stays in has a superb view across London. I love to watch the summer sunrise from there, its breathtaking. But of course it’s not always possible to watch the sunrise as we may be otherwise engaged.

The usual booking is an overnight but this time he came to an agreement with the agency for an afternoon running into overnight. I arrived and he explained: he was dealing with a contract wrap up and had no idea if it would drag but it was concrete that it would not drag longer than X number of hours. I was to make myself at home in the suite, and to help myself ‘just don’t go overboard and order a case of champagne on room service’; he’d be back soon. I was on standby, but not for an hour or so, so I could enjoy all that the hotel could offer, and I did. Two hours later I retuned to the suite and noticed a bottle of champagne on ice, a bowl of fresh large strawberries and a note: ‘all gone well, feel free to start without me, I’ll be back soon’ Excellent timing I thought, I had enough time to do one of the things I love to do in a suite with a view, dance naked with the sun streaming through the full length widows, feeling the warmth of the sun on my body, catching the occasional reflection and wondering how many telescopes are pointing my way; I dance and spin and smile until the track playing on the system ends.

I shower and my thoughts turn to my gentleman, I can call him my gentleman as we have been seeing each other for a while now, my gentleman has many talents but relationships aren’t one of them: as he says ‘making time for women, I don’t, not because I can’t but because don’t trust them, you I can trust. We have a contract, I like contacts and I like you. But if we didn’t have a contract well, we wouldn’t be sat here.’ It’s not the first time I’ve heard something this, its just he put it better than I’ve ever heard, and every time I hear something like this I think its kind of sad, I don’t know why I feel like that I just do. I put this to the back of my mind as I pat myself dry and walk through the suite.

Fortunately I’m quite expert in opening champagne bottles, I pour myself a glass and enjoy with a strawberry. I’m naked and perched on the wonderfully decadent grand bed.  There are few bigger in London hotels. While sipping and chewing I recall the note ‘feel free to start without me’ I don’t like to disappoint but then again timing is everything. What to do? I could prepare the scene, handcuffed to the bed a line of strawberries from breasts to crouch – ready for him to pour champagne over me and feast! A possibility. Perhaps a schoolgirl skirt and let him catch me red faced and topless kneeling on the bed with a toy ready to be taught a lesson from an experienced man. Yes another possibility. What to do? So many possibilities. My head was spinning. Its like something out of the Da Vinci code I know I have the clues I just need to… And then I had it – on the morning of our last meeting he mentioned his fantasy, but so in passing it hardly registered, honestly no more than four or five words. I went to the wardrobe more in hope than anything else, opening the door I was rewarded, I felt a tingle of delight, I love this particular fantasy. I put the fur coat on over my naked body. The sensation of silk and fur is always intoxicating, beautifully soft and wonderfully cool, its an addictive combination. I selected our favourite toys from my bag and spread them over the acres of bed. Pouring two glasses and taking mine to the comfort of the mountains of pillows, now confident of the timing and pleased with the game.

I lingered and luxuriated for a while, naked in furs, becoming more aroused as the seconds passed. A sip from my glass then the buuurrr of one of my toys, my eyes half closed as the click of the door announced my man’s arrival….