Bondage and Discipline Overdrive

He says he wants a little bondage and discipline, and he’s brought handcuffs; for him, not me. No punishment for sweet slender Caprice, high-class escort here at Gold Coast Lepenthouse Suite. Feminine and delicate I may appear, but Caprice can teach her clients a lesson or two for being very very naughty.

He follows me up the staircase, a balding middle-aged man, not unattractive, solid with a bit of a paunch. I can see him checking out my long legs in the mirrored wall, from the electric blue high heels up to where my ass cheeks are exposed in the electric blue, transparent G-string I’m wearing. His eyes take in the sway of my hips, and the exposed flesh at my waist, then my breasts, nipples erect through the transparent blue lace brassiere.

As we reach the top of the stairs his dark eyes connect with my baby blue eyes, and I smile and look away quickly, tossing my long dark hair to one side, so a waft of the apple and cinnamon fragrance encloses him, sure to tantalize his sense of smell, hinting at the love-makin session that is about to ensue.

He quickly strips naked when I pick up the five-tailed, brown calf-skin whip from the bureau in the corner of the room. I’m not smiling.

“Stand there and speak only when I ask you to speak, got it?”

“Yes Miss,” I whip him lightly, across his buttocks. “I said, speak only when I ask you to speak.” And I whip him again, just a little harder this time. He says nothing, looks at the floor, but occasionally takes a peek at me as I take off my brassiere. His shaft is already fully erect and glistening with precum. “Get me your handcuffs,” I whip him again to get him moving. He moves meekly to his jacket and pulls out handcuffs made from rubber, not steel, and hand them to me taking another look at my full firm breasts and erect nipples.

“Hmm,” I try to look stern, but am kind of smiling inside, “You’ve been a very bad boy. Turn around.” He turns around and I fit the cuffs onto his wrists behind his back. “Get on the bed, kneel with your ass up in the air and your head on the pillow. I’m going to whip your ass.” He does this immediately.

Awkwardly clambering on to the bed without the assistance of his hands, he kneels so his buttocks are up in the air and his face is resting on the pillow. I start to whip him now, once, twice, three times. A fourth time a little harder so it must sting a little. “You know why you’ve been very bad?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, he is fully in role now, “because I want to eat your pussy.”

I whip him hard this time. “Dirty bastard! Turn-over and lie on your back. He does this with his hands handcuffed behind him, but the mattress cushions any great discomfort.

“Tell me again, why am I punishing you?” I’m smiling wickedly now.

“Because I want to eat your pussy and then come deep inside you.” He speaks in a scared little boy voice.

“That’s not going to happen,” I say this as I put aside the whip, move to him, and fit a condom over his thick shaft. He moans at my touch and I wonder if he is going to orgasm then and there. But I hear him draw in his breath, and suppress his climax. I climb onto the bed now, moving myself over his face, cowgirl style, looking down at his face. I grab his pulsing erection, squeezing it hard enough to hurt a little, slap it hard, once, twice, three times across the head. He grimaces and grunts in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I pinch his nipples now and squeeze his shaft again. “You want to eat my pussy you dirty bastard?” I smile down at him.

“Yes Miss.”

I pull aside my G-string, and settle my pussy over his mouth; and he starts sucking and licking my pussy lips, my clit, as if he has been starving for this moment all his life. Now I moan a little, as his cunnilingus becomes more urgent, and I slap his erection hard again, and squeeze his shaft and then I start stroking it roughly, wrenching it in circles and he groans. And I’m moaning now because he is nibbling on my erect clit, and my pussy juices are glistening on his cheeks and nose, and he keeps eating my sex, and moment after moment lengthen, and I don’t know how hard I’m wrenching his thick throbbing erection and then I feel him orgasm while I am crushing his shaft in my fist, and he bucks upwards, and I let myself orgasm all over his face, “Dirty, dirty bastard,” I hiss at him, and soon I will begin the next punishment for this client of mine, come to learn a lesson from sweet Caprice, of Gold Coast Lepenthouse Suite.

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