VV, a new Madame in a Paris brothel, has prepped the submissive precisely according to the client's requests. We are about to meet the client.
'Keep her trembling,' I called as I left the room, ' and don't ruffle her too much - remember she must look perfect for him.'
I headed up to the lift and took a deep breath. I had become excited myself and bit my lips on the way to the fourth floor, pinching my own nipples until they were visibly hard through my tight white blouse. I felt a frisson of excitement as I opened the door to the chamber, ready to meet the client.
Natural light shone through the white floor-length curtains bathing the room beautifully. Sat on the chaise longue with his back to me sat a shirtless tanned man with broad muscled shoulders. I could see a glimmer of sweat on his skin and immediately I longed to lick his body. He didn't turn around.
I composed myself and walked slowly around the room to look him in the eye. I recognised him immediately. An international sportsman, a swimmer, I think who was an Olympian perhaps eight years ago, retired from professional sports yet kept the honed body of an athlete. He was sipping a whisky and smoking a joint, naked apart from a white towel around his waist. He didn't attempt to conceal his lust. This was his fantasy, after all, yet he had left the details up to K and I.
'Well Monsieur, I see you are comfortable in our modest chamber. I hope you are ready for an experience you will never forget.'
He looked at me questioning - 'What happens now?'
I held out my hand. 'I am about to prepare you.'
He stood and followed me to the centre of the room between two pillars. I took his left hand and tied him by the wrist with a leather cord to a ring, gave the cord a few centimetres of slack and did the same with the right arm.
'Almost ready,' I said.
To the side was a table covered by a black cloth.
'What's under there?' he aked. I removed the cloth to reveal an array of devices, toys, oils, clamps, whips and a beautiful leather cat of nine tails whip with wooden and metallic tips in different shapes and sizes. He swallowed hard.
'As well you might,' I commented. 'Some of these are for you and some for your.... subject. But first, let's see what you are made of.'
I removed the towel from his waist, folding it slowly and carefully as I assessed him. He was clipped and semi erect and perfectly average. We could do a lot with this, I muse. I could see that he was sweating a little more, perhaps at the strain on his arms, and certainly in expectation of what might happen next.
I took a cock ring from the table and toyed with it before his eyes.
I traced my fingertips across his manly chest, down across his stomach and along his penis to the tip. With my left hand I massaged him until he had a full and magnificent erection. It always surprises me what a cock can do when the correct pressure is applied.
I bent at the waist and took him expertly into my mouth. I licked his head and a small drop of pre-ejaculate came out which i smoothed back over his penis and when he was at full mast I slipped on the cock ring.
'Now - there you are ready,' I said and clapped my hands.
I turned to the frosted glass door to the lift just as Laure appeared.
Blindfolded, and sleek in a black skirt and jacket, balancing on her high heels. her lips red and she looked more nervous than before. I don't know what Charles had done or said to her but it had worked. I made a mental note to find out who he was and when I could use him again. There is nothing like a sensual firm preparation at the hands of a man who knows he cannot have you - yet.
'There you are my dear,' I took Laure firmly by the elbow and in a stage whisper said to her
'He will devour you the moment I set him loose.'
The man stiffened as I stood Laure in front of him.
