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.
Standing back and letting him view here properly I began to give the orders.
'Lift your skirt.' The girl began to slowly raise the black fabric up across her beatuifully slim thighs slowly revealing her stocking tops and straps. She stopped
'Higher than that my dear, we want to see what you have for us.'
She pulled higher until the skirt became a belt, exposing her beautiful pink and glistening shaved lips.
'What do you think?' I said to him
He was aroused but played the game. 'I can't see anything like that. Take if off her.'
I stood behind her and pulled back down the skirt. then reached in front and undid the buttons of her jacket.
As I removed it from her shoulders, showing her bra and large breasts I pulled back on her shoulders, whispering.
'Posture my dear, posture. You want to look your best don't you as I forced her chest forward. His eyes were on stalks by now. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
'Pick it up' and as she bent forward I traced my hands across her bare buttocks and pinched the soft flesh.
I grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing gently, then with my finger tips softly traced the outline of her nipples, rubbing my finger nails across the tips until I heard her moan. I forced my hands inside the cups and pulled them aside exposing her round flesh encased in tighter red material, forcing them together exquisitely,
