Emma
The first two of Emma's visits with me were not particularly memorable, outside of her trimmed physique that is. God, she has a killer body. Beyond that,vdon't get me wrong but nothing really stood out on a kinky side. Except for a few facts that I liked; she had almost no sexual experience when she first came in, but is very open in doing new things.
She later told me quite openly that she liked everything that was done to her during our sessions and was happy to explore new things, instead of the vanilla stuff she'd done earlier. I think she had some kind of sexual awakening and looked for me as a way to start exploring.
And so it happened that earlier this week Emma called the number of 'the office' to ask if I was available in the same week. Luckily for us both, I was able to move some of my private engagements around to meet her today.
It doesn't happen often that someone asks to meet only a few days in advance, which is why I'm curious to hear her reason for that today. Though honestly, I suspect that I know the reason already. It's usually just a variety of the usual reasons to stop after. 'Just one last time' is what the addict says, shortly after proclaiming there's no addiction to begin with.
Perhaps, something has changed in a person's live that leaves her 'unable' to continue. Among which a new love usually plays a part. I just hope its not shame of her newfound fetish and that she feels she need to stop all activities asap. Though usually those don't call back at al, but its of course difficult to know for sure to know why someone isn't calling anymore. Best not to dwell.
It's a hot summer day and Emma enters the office exactly on time in a petite summer dress. Like the last two sessions, Emma's clothes and accessories are clearly expensive. So expensive even, that it tells me that she's either rich herself, or more likely her parents are. More so, because she can't be older than 24.
She's a natural blonde to the point it could be even called white hair. With her hair straight perfectly and no longer than her neck, and never a hair out of place. As a man who's seen a lot of female bodies, I like how her petite frame matches her perky ass and a perfect shaped b-cup to boot. In some ways, my dream. If I were monogamous or otherwise bound to just one singular partner, of course.
Somewhere during our previous session we explored a bit of anal, amongst some minor flogging and other things. When the session was over we evaluated intimately. She noted that she'd like some follow-up of anal play next time. But most of all, it was just about more 'new stuff' beyond anything else. Who am I to say no to her?
"Hi Emma, how are you?" I ask politely as she hangs her purse on the coat rack, without needing to be told. She turns to me demurely and looks to the ground as she answers. "Good, sir. Thank you for asking. How are you?" She asks politely and submissively.
Someone has been preparing for this conversation.
I answer honestly "Can't complain, now you're here. But I would like to touch upon something before we continue. Is there something I should know why you wanted to meet with urgency? I don't mean to pry, of course." I emphasize the last bit to make sure she understands that I value her privacy, even though I'm quite curious. Somewhere in my mind, I'm also keeping in mind that she didn't like something in our last session somehow.
"Well, to be honest..." she starts hesitantly "I have met someone and we have our third date tomorrow, and it's getting pretty serious fast. So I'll likely stop hiring you for our sessions after today. Sorry!" She ends with a shy and apologetic smile. Of course. She doesn't owe me anything, the last of which is an apology. But I value her honesty. Most clients just ghost me.
"I'm happy for you. Even though I'm also sorry to hear this will likely stop. Is he a dominant too?" I answer with a question to step over the ending part. It wouldn't be the first time I was kept 'on the side' as a way for someone to vent or express her kinks.
She smiles regretfully as she answers, which somehow drops my heart before her words come out of her mouth. "No, somehow I don't think so. But we'll see. He's just a really nice guy. Handsome too, haha!" She ends with us laughing.
"Ok ok. Happy to hear it at least. I'll be here hoping for the phone to ring nonetheless." I smile my devious smile as I stand up from the couch. I uncoil a leash and collar from my hand on the ground before her.
"Why don't we get started with the little time we have left. Please unclothe yourself and put this on and crawl inside to me, okay?" I command while giving her the illusion of a question. As I turn around and cross the entrance of the play room she's already undressing herself.
Good girl.
I walk over the padded floor as I raise my voice to ensure she hears me in the office area. "You should enter the room on your knees with the leash in your mouth like the good bitch you are." I wait for her on the bar stool. Not only is the padded floor easy to clean but also comfortable for someone to kneel on. I muse to myself while awaiting her entry.
A few moments later she enters the room like instructed. The rich girl's air has dissolved completely as she's crawling uncertainly towards me. Her small breasts wiggle with each bit of movement and her ass is slowly shifting as if she's dancing in slow motion. "Stop right there. That's far enough for now." I bark at her.
She jumps at my voice but remains motionless otherwise. "Good girl. You please me like this." I tell her earnestly. I kneel next to her. "Show me your breasts Emma" I tell her with a smile. She gets up on her knees like me, while she keeps looking at the ground.
