From the moment that he entered the room, and came up to my desk, I knew that Marc and I were going to get along just fine. I could see through his dark green tailor made suit, that he was well built. His muscles tensed when at last he got the courage to put his money on the desk. We chatted, and I gave him a quick rundown of the rules to which he readily agreed. Afterward, he promptly fell to his knees.
My name is Inakat and most of the time I am a nice person. I do not believe in abuse without consent, but the truth is that some people need abuse and humiliation. I came to own this place in strange sort of way, but that is another story. For now, what you need to know, is that the people who come to see me in the basement are willing participants. I would venture so far as to say, eager but patient.
Marc is educated, a savvy business person, sexy, and wealthy. He deals in art and has seen a tremendous amount of success from his work. Marc is both warm and generous to those that he has business with, but the pressure of his job, wealth, and even his luxurious life overwhelms him at times. However, that is where I come in. To see a woman like me is his naughty and guilty pleasure.
As I stood over him and wiped my wet pussy across his lips, I lowered my eyes while he greedily sucked his lip. Immediately, the urge to grab him and rake my nails across his face surfaced from a hearty place in my soul. I would have too, except that he was now my property. From the muscular biceps that rippled underneath his expensive silk shirt all the way down the edge of his toenails, he belonged to me, happily that is.
Instead of scarring his face, I grabbed his short, dark hair and jerked his head back. I leaned over and peered deep into his eyes. He had crossed the line with me by licking me without permission. I was miffed and disgusted because my pussy is reserved for a special kind of man.
"Did you just do what I think you did you filthy pig?" I asked.
"No ma'am. I am so sorry, I was anxious, and it won't happen again." Marc said.
"It had better not. We have an agreement. If you can not follow my rules, then go away."
"I can; I can, and anything that I can not do then I will find someone that can take care of that for you, the right way."
"My time is valuable, and you will not waste it. Stand and let me see what you have in those slacks that you call a dick."
Marc scurried to his feet and sheepishly cast his eyes down to the floor. He removed his jacket and laid it across my chair. When Marc reached for his belt buckle, I saw his fingers tremble. He managed to open it but fumbled with his zipper.
"Now, damn you! " I growled.
With a painstaking slowness, Marc exposed himself for my thorough inspection. He writhed, and his pants fell to the floor. He tight white drawers clung to a massive bulge hidden with fabric, for a moment. He sighed and then yanked down his briefs.
There were more just a few inches between us, and still he had almost touched my precious brown skin with his cock. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it. A small bit of drool escaped my full red colored lips and I licked it away. His dick looked almost surreal, and it was beautiful. It reminded me heavily of the ones from the adult toy place that sells them to women fuck other women with.
I hid my smile inside and turned my head away. Just my luck that he would come into my establishment with a dick like that. I'm paid to provide a service, and I almost never fuck my clients. I stepped up closer and wrapped my hand around his throbbing muscle, and he groaned.
My chest heaved up and down and a small bead of perspiration formed on my upper lip. Marc bit down on his lip and whimpered. He looked at me with a starved desire for release. A release that would be found only when I placed that collar around his neck and officially claimed him.
I let his dick go for a moment and walked around my desk. I wondered if he was cold and embarrassed, as he stood there naked and exposed to me because he shivered. For all I know, Marc was just that excited. I opened the drawer and pulled out a silver spiked collar.
As I walked over to him to put in around his neck and start his session, I could not help but look down at his hardness. His dick could have come from the most exquisite mold found in the store. They way it was made that is. I felt the urge to push him down on the floor and straddle him. He was definitely strapped up down there for a long ride. just the way that I love them.
Marc leaned over while I fastened the closure around his neck. Softly, I rubbed the cool metal and sighed. His tongue had been soft as butter when he licked my clit. His dick was just my type. After I was done, I stepped back and looked at him. I leaned over and clutched him again. I don't usually fuck my clients, but with a dick like that to use as I please, well...
© Inakat 2016