Holiday Escort My Female Domination Story

Hey, I’m John. Today, I’m taking time out of my busy schedule to tell you about an experience I indulged in last week. A bit about me: I’m 27, I work on Wall Street, I got lucky when I left college and ended up being snagged by a large investment group. I make six figures a year and keep to myself – no women in my life, because women are complicated and, well, yeah – complications aren’t worth having.

So anyway, last Monday I had scheduled time off my busy job and I decided to go on holiday to the Bahamas. I did a bit of research before booking, and found that the place is famed for its escort and sex culture. I don’t know about you, but when you’ve got more money than sense, suggestions of engaging with escorts is quite the treat.

Now, as a professional, I find myself constantly having to make decisions and be in charge. The weight on my mind is deciding what happens, when it happens and how it happens. Sometimes, it’s nice just for someone else to take control and be the boss. In the bedroom, you’d imagine a Wall Street investor to want nothing more than dominative sex where he holds a slut down and slams for all he’s worth. Not me – I treat sex as something where someone else should be in command. I love nothing more than reading female domination stories online and seeing all the weird and wonderful things that people get up to.

So, when I finally get to my resort, I’m ready to start my passionate voyage to a world of food, drink and female domination. Story after story of the hotel I end up in are just beautiful: I take the stairs to my room and embrace just how gorgeous this place is. I’m quite high up and have a beautiful view of the pool, with plenty of space and a huge bed for activities.

I really wasted no time in getting my ass handed to me. After breaking out my laptop and Googling for escorts in the local area, I found a site that actually specializes in fetish encounters. The list of companions was expansive: so many experienced dominatrices that could treat me like the passive slut I was. Anyway, after selecting a beautiful English blonde, I rung up the number and thankfully, she was free for the evening. I booked two hours ahead and went to grab something to eat from the hotel buffet.

When I got back to my room, I jumped in the shower and waited patiently, checking my emails as I sat on the bed. At 8:03 p.m., a knock at my door told me that the escort had arrived. When I opened it, there she was in all her glory: a petite, slender woman with golden hair, high heels and a set of cracking tits that were begging to be released from their latex cage. She looked incredible, and I was instantly ready to be treated as her submissive plaything whenever she wanted.

“What can I do for you?” – She walked in with a bag and placed it down, taking in the beauty of the hotel room.

“Pegging.” – I knew that I wanted to be fucked.

“Oh. What a naughty little whore. You want my big black strapon on your tight ass, do you?” – The accent was amazing. This stunning English escort knew how to put a smile on my face.

I made my way over to the bed and rested on knees on it, looking back submissively as she took to the task of attaching a dildo to her abdomen. She took out a small bottle and smeared lubricant all over the thick plastic implement, walking toward me as she applied more to her fingers.

She took a hold of my trousers and tugged on them, freeing my intimate region for her exclusive access. With a quick spank and sigh, she ran a finger between my cheeks and entered with the tip of it. I pulled away instinctively, but took a deep breath and buried my face into the mattress. After all, I was the submissive slut, and I would be the one that listened to orders instead of making my own choices.

“Breathe deep, I’m going knuckle deep” – I barely had time to process what she said when the full length of a digit entered my ass. I gasped as she slid it inside – it was uncomfortable and made me wince with pain.

After massaging my insides for a few minutes, she proceeded to remove her finger and replace it with the tip of the lubed up strapon. I was about to have my ultimate desire realized: a pegging femdom escort that was taking my behind for her pleasure.

“Now, really, take a deep breath. I want you to be ready for the full length of this cock violating your tight asshole.” – The accent was incredulous. Was I in heaven?

My mind blanked when she pushed against my body: I felt myself open up and fully accept the extent of the plastic shaft. It was incredibly uncomfortable to feel it inside, but I found it strangely arousing as she started to push and pull me against its length. The beautiful English escort had her hands on either side of my hips and used my body to stimulate the strapon: not the other way around. She continued to speak with her alluring accent, treating me as her dildo slave. I was in an incredible amount if discomfort, but at the same time, pure bliss as I felt at home. The scene was perfect: a beautiful woman having her way with me. I had no control over how I was being used, and the sexual pleasure that ran through my mind sent me over the edge. Before I knew it, my cock was pulsing and strokes of thick, white cum were being deposited onto the bed. I moaned and groaned as my ass was pummeled to the point of an orgasm: I was well and truly fucked, and it was provided to me by a perfect blonde.

So there you have it, my own female domination story that made my ability to enjoy the rest of my time on holiday easy as pie. Believe me when I say that nothing quite feels as good as getting pegged by a magical English dominatrix.

By Dominatrix Draven