Tanya was only twenty three when she discovered that she
liked a particular type of sex. A type of sex that was taboo, well, at least it
was taboo in her culture. It had happened by chance. She had picked up a guy at
a bar. That wasn’t uncommon for Tanya as she enjoyed meeting strangers and
having sex with them. But this guy had been different. Usually she was the one
on top. Usually she was the one in control, who decided what positions to get
pleasure from, what he would do to her and when, how she would tease and please
her man. But not this time, not with Tom, Tom was different.
It had taken her by surprise when Tom undressed and revealed
his muscled torso, pectorals twitching and his arms bulging. His upper body was
covered in tattoos, the motif death and destruction. There was a look in his
eye that impressed her, a confidence that said I am in charge. And she had
submitted to him.
Tom had taught Tanya things that she had never dreamed of.
All of her inhibitions had been demolished one by one. She realised that she
had been quite ‘straight’ in the bedroom as well as ‘straight’ when it came to
her sexuality. But that night Tom had taken her through an A to Z of sexual
intercourse. And when she thought they were done, Tom would come back for more.
On their third date Tom had asked Tanya to strip naked and
lie on a bed, her face in the pillow. Then he had stood and watched her, for
what seemed like an eternity. Then the hotel door opened and she heard someone
walk in. Low, whispering voices, another woman. When the escort first touched
her Tanya had tingled with delight. Tiny sparks of pleasure danced about her
toned body. The sensual massage had been wonderful. The whole experience, and
the way that Tom orchestrated every aspect of it had left her breathless. She
realised that she loved the touch of a woman and a man in control. Being a
submissive was the natural next step. And Tom would be her master.
Over the next weeks and months Tom taught Tanya the joy of being
a submissive. She took to his instruction with a passion and eagerness that
pleased her master. Inch by inch she succumbed to his deepest desires, until at
least she was perfect. And then came her final challenge.
Arriving precisely at the appointed hour Tanya sat at the
bar and surveyed the room. She had been told that a man would approach her. He
would be a stranger. He would be someone looking for a new experience; someone
wanting to take things to the limits; and someone who had particular needs. Though
Tanya did not know any details of what he enjoyed or how he enjoyed it. She
only knew that for tonight she would be an escort with a difference: a girl who
would go all the way without limits, without bounds, a woman who would give
herself completely without question.
She was dressed as instructed, in a tight black dress, the
low cut bodice attracting plenty of male attention along with the revealing
split to the top of her thigh. Her hair was up and her lips were heavily
rouged. Dark eye make-up added to her allure and of course she wore the
essential stiletto heels. One by one men approached her and she fended them off
with an indifferent shrug. When her client arrived she would know.
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