Reworking it. Even though they had spent relaxed time together and were good friends (with benefits) from now on it would be different.
They had discovered, that they both had an interest in Sadomasochism. They were both surprised, that it took quite a while for this to surface. She had shown her strong and independent side, and he had been quite soft and not as demanding as many men she had dated. So both of them were guessing about the others experience and depth in their role. Was she really willing to submit to him and how much would she be able to endure? Would this reserved man really be able to dominate her? He had put a collar on her, but she had not had the courage to wear it in public. He did not even know if she had kept it, but if not, a punishment would await her.
They would meet again to find out.
They had both quite a dirty mind, but were not forthcoming with their phantasies. Maybe they were afraid that the other would find the thoughts to extreme and would turn away. Something neither of them would have liked, because they both were quite affectionate for each other. Submission and dominance had so much to do with communication and they lived with the Atlantic Ocean between them and they had to use English which was a second language for both of them.
Last year when they had spent time together, she had forwarded him, that she fancied slipping into the role of a prostitute. She had said, that men looked differently at whores and that she liked these looks on herself.
That much he knew.
He loved to use such hints to set up a scenario. Some might call this topping from the bottom or wish fulfilment. But he had sufficient nasty ideas to go beyond.
So at this meeting, she would be a hired escort for him. Not a high class elegant escort you could take to a business dinner to impress customers, but a cheap slut to be shown off at dark places.
It started, that she would be paid for sex with him. He had asked her for the price for one night. She gave him a price, that was mostly symbolic, but still it would help them both to get into the role.
Before he picked her up, he had defined what she was to wear. It was simply the shortest skirt she could get hold of and just a lace bra. This should be combined with halterless stockings. He left the choice of shoes to her, since she was the one travelling. But he was hoping for high heels.
When she came down to meet him at his car, she was wearing a coat, so that she could get out of the apartment of the friends she was staying with and who were unaware of her rouses.
She got into his car. "Show me what you are wearing underneath" he asked. She replied smiling, "Before we move on, we must settle the finances first." He opened his purse and handed her the agreed upon sum. After she had stowed the money in her purse, she opened her coat and he could see, that she indeed had obliged his wishes. For the shoes she had not put on high heels, as it was November and already dark.
And she still had his collar. She handed it over to him. "Please collar me master, I now will be your slave". Smiling he took the collar and put it around her neck. She lowered her head so he could tighten the collar in the back of her neck. He also attached a dog leash to the collar.
Then he grabbed the hair in the back of her head and lifted her head up and kissed her intensively.
At first he drove her to a gas station. As they stopped he asked her to hand him her thong. She looked at him questioningly. "Your thong! Now." She still didn't react. Without warning he smacked her cheek. Her eyes opened in astonishment. He started to count backwards. "5 - 4 - 3" at 3 he raised his hand for another smack. But now she reacted and pulled out her thongs from under her skirt. She handed them over, fully aware, that they were embarrassingly wet. He opened the glove box and locked them away.
He filled the car and then handed her money to go inside and pay. When she got out of the car, he demanded that she hands her coat over as well.
