My Tale Of An Escort Dishing Out Humiliation

I just returned to my hotel room after being stationed at an escort’s apartment for the last hour or so. She made it very clear to me that if I was unable to provide her with a factual account of what I had just experienced for publication online, she would never see me again and contact a mutual friend in order to let him know just how pathetic I can be. This is for Lauren, and I hope that you will allow me to continue being your submissive toy.

I called up an escort agency around 6 p.m. tonight – I knew that I wanted something in particular. That something was a woman that knows how to take control. I have a very busy life what with work, and when you have a job in the finance industry, being on your feet and deciding what happens is an important part of your life. I get tired of being in control – sometimes, I just want someone else to decide how things are going to play out. That’s why when I was offered the services of a dominatrix, I had no choice by to accept.

Lauren is 25 years of age. She has beautiful, long blonde hair and a set of stunning blue eyes that make her seem like the perfect natural beauty. I knew from the moment that I laid my eyes upon her that I would have no choice but to listen to every command and request she made. See, Lauren had the type of face that was deadly – you could see deep inside that whatever she wanted, she got. A beautiful shell that contained a very sadistic person indeed.

When I arrived, I was made to get naked the instant I got through the door. She explained to me that because I did not earn enough money, it was likely that my clothes were contaminated and should not be brought very far into her apartment. To add insult to injury, Lauren explained to me that she would like it if I kept just one sock on. Not normally – of course. It had to be rotated 180 degrees and taken half way off in order to satisfy her. There was something strangely uneasy about what she got me to do, because there was minimal pain, but I felt as if a woman could control how I wore a sock, bigger things would not be a problem whatsoever.

Once inside, she instructed me to walk around on my hands and knees, finding little spots of chocolate that she had placed on the floor earlier in order for me to suck up. It was a condition of this activity that I acted as a vacuum cleaner. Included as part of my punishment was the requirement to make noises – I would go around the room, continuing to imitate the never-ending sound of a vacuum when it was switched on. I felt so cheap and abused – why was she making me do this?

When I had collected all of the chocolate, Lauren instructed me to dance. I waited for her to put the music on – it was something I had never heard before, but played in a similar style to that modern type of club music that I sometimes hear while I walk home from work. Lauren got me worked up into a real sweat while she sat down and watched, pointing and laughing. Throughout the entire activity, I was subject to a number of verbal insults. I felt quite low with the things she was saying. After all, it isn’t every day that you pay for someone to tell you just how pathetic, useless and lonely you are.

When she felt like I had danced enough, Lauren explained to me that for the next session to go ahead, I would need to fulfill two things. As she explained, the first was going to be ejaculating while I stood in front of the glass window she had and the second – well, that was going to be saved until after I had finished the first.

Doing my task in the way she had described it, I grabbed a hold of my chubby little cock and began to start masturbating. I wasn’t sure if anyone could see me, but the bright light and fact that were on the tenth floor made it likely that someone out there was actively seeing me play with my unimpressive member.

It took for what seemed like forever to build me up to a point where I was ready to finish. Lauren got me to sit against the glass with my ass pressed up against it, aiming my cock on my stomach and – as expected – I covered myself in thick jets of hot, sticky cum. Lauren made me wait five minutes covered in my own juices while she took a phone call from another client. I felt sorry for the next person that had to be subjected to the same treatment that I had just gone through.

When her call had finished, Lauren told me to leave with the cum still on my chest and that I could clean myself up fully when I got home. I knew that it was going to require a good clean of my shirt once I put it on, but I guess that’s what I get for going to see a dominatrix like Lauren.

As the second part of my punishment, I was required to write this recollection. For anyone who wishes to be a client of Lauren: be sure that you go in knowing exactly what you will receive. She likes to humiliate, she likes to bully and she likes to make you think that you are utterly worthless and a waste of space. I’ve never had a more satisfying evening realizing just how pathetic and lonely I am, but now I can visit Lauren and pay for her to abuse me, everything will be okay.

I hope that this is sufficient for you Lauren, because I cannot wait to be your personal humiliation slave again.

By Dominatrix Draven