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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 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….