Chapter One.

 

Dominant desires. (Monday night.)

 

Edward Cartwright ushers his companion into his apartment and quickly slams the door, shutting out the chilly night air. He locks the door, hangs his coat on the hook and hurries round the dogleg in the hall to find the brash young woman peering into each of the rooms as though she's a goddamn estate agent.

"Nice pad," the girl says, stopping at the kitchen door.

"I'm glad you like it," he retorts, catching up with her. "Let me take this," he says, opening her coat

He helps her off with the thick winter coat and returns to the end of the hall to hang it up. When he turns, the girl has disappeared into one the rooms, irking him somewhat. Her open brazenness pleased him during the meal and in the car, but he expects the nosy little bitch to show some respect now they're back in his flat.

The girl seems the type that might be able to satisfy one of his many kinks, provided he feels he can trust her not to go over the top. Bella wasn't his first choice when he booked an escort for an overnight stay, with the 'Best Companion Escort Agency'.

He chose a dark haired girl named Eve, who was thin and baby faced; but the company had phoned saying they were sending a replacement, because the original girl was ill. They sent Bella and after his initial annoyance at not getting what he wanted, he soon warmed to the outgoing, young woman while eating their dinner.

According to Bella, she's 25 and a size 8, which is a tad larger than most of the girls he normally hires from the agencies. She's quite tall, has long strawberry blonde hair and a roundish face that looks healthy and sexy. She doesn't have the type of baby face he normally likes, but she reminds Edward of a Swedish girl he once knew. A lot of the girls go over the top with their makeup, but Bella is more sensible and concentrates on accentuating her large hazel eyes and fluttering eyelashes to great effect.

He finds her in the kitchen, running her fingers along the marble countertops. The dazzling spot lights highlight Bella's hourglass figure prompting him to imagine her clad in black latex. The rubber fetish gear that lies unused in a drawer under his bed will be tight on her body, but he's certain that all the items will fit her.

She's wearing a pink, figure hugging jersey dress that hardly covers the stocking tops and pink panties she's been flashing at him for the last couple of hours. Her 3" heels make her look tall and slim, but not as thin as he usually likes his whores. She appears to have a dominant nature, but can he trust her? That is the question.

William has been on the lookout for a suitable dominatrix for a long time and thought he'd found one on a couple of occasions, but they always disappointed him. He tried several dedicated dominatrix who advertise their services, but none of them satisfied his latent masochistic desires and weren't interested in having sex with him at all.

So he ordered a bunch of gear on line and started to look out for a suitable whore to please him. Bella sidles up to him and lifts her hands to his cheeks, before kissing him lightly on the lips.

"You were saying at dinner you had a thing for latex?" she says softly.

The cut of her dress is low, accentuating her prominent cleavage and drawing his attention away from her stunning eyes.

"I was Bella. The main bedroom is at the end. Get yourself undressed and let me take a look at your body," he says, running his fingers across the bulge of her breasts. "I'll get a drink while you do that."

"I'll have a whisky, if you have some, Edward," she says, glancing round the superbly fitted kitchen. "Are you a millionaire or something?"

"Maybe? I work for a big company and they're very generous."

"It's a big apartment for one man," she opines.

"I can afford it and I like to have a lot of living space," he boasts. "Why not?"

Bella slowly releases his tie and after letting it drop to the floor, begins to unbutton her shirt.

"You've earned it Edward." She says thoughtfully. "A handsome guy like you deserves to have what he wants," she coos and then adds. "I can do anything, or be anybody you like."

He allows her to finish unbuttoning his shirt and start running her fingers through the thick mat of hair on his chest. In her 3" heels the whore is as tall as he is, so only has to lean forward to kiss him once again. He grabs her ass and forces his mouth against hers, crushing her full lips and challenging her lively tongue to a fight. Moments later she steps back, breathless and alert.

"If I knew about your desires for latex, I could have dressed more appropriately," Bella suggests, while starting to rub his nipples with her thumbs.

The whore is good at making him feel manly, but can she play the part of a dominatrix?

"Don't worry your little head about the gear, Bella. I have everything you'll need for the games I like to play. Now go and get undressed!"

She nods and pulls her hands away, before skipping past him on her way to the main bedroom. Edward removes his jacket, throws it on the breakfast bar and then fetches a bottle of scotch from his study. After pouring the amber liquid, he drops some ice from the fridge dispenser into the glasses; then leaves the kitchen and ambles along the hall to the master bedroom.

He finds the pretty whore sitting on the bed, removing her white holdups. She's naked except for a pink satin corset that looks uncomfortably tight, and a brief pair of panties. Her breasts are large and thrusting, partly due to the half cups of the corset that support her twin orbs; while her legs are more curvaceous than he's used to.

The girl jumps to her feet and puts her hands on her hips and sashays her shapely butt. "What do you think, Edward?"

He walks over to the nightstand, sets the drinks down and flips the covers up to reveal a pair of drawers beneath the bed. He pulls one out and points to the contents.

"I think I want to see you dressed in latex."

"Ooooo," she trills in an excited tone, before coming round to examine his cache of fetish wear.

He picks out a black latex garment and throws it on the bed, before rummaging around for more items. He throws them onto the bed, while Bella picks the skater style dress up and holds it against her body.

"It's a little on the small size," she observes.

Edward is happy with his selections, so he stands and takes the dress from the girls grasp. He's tempted to star fondling her firm breasts, but he's desperate to see her in the dress, so he throws it on the bed and puts his hands on her shoulders.

"Let me help you with your corset..." he says turning her, so he can start undoing the laces.

The bottom edge, that pulls her body in tightly, accentuates her firm posterior, which he wants to thrash until it's covered in angry red stripes. He'll have to wait though, until after the first game, in which he might be the recipient of some punishment from Bella.

With the girl's help, the corset falls away, leaving her standing in just her lacy pink panties, which are tight and transparent. She turns silently, so Edward goes down on his knees and grasps the thin elastic stretched across her wide hips. With his face close to her belly he notices she carrying a few extra pounds, but it's her cunt that he's really interested in.

He spotted she has a smooth mons in the restaurant, so it's with some impatience that he finals draws her panties off her hips and ass. The gusset hangs on to her sticky labium lips for a split second and then they're down around her ankles ready for her to kick them aside. Thankfully, her vulva isn't too prominent and her sex lips are tight, which in his experience, is unusual for a girl in her profession.

He grabs her ass with both hands and draws her to him, so he can drive his nose into her cleft and drink in the rich flavour of her cunt. Edward feels her thighs open and fingers thrusting into his hair to encourage him to explore a little deeper. His head begins to spin, for he's experiencing his ideal sexual fantasy - being forced to worship a woman's sex, while on his knees.

"That's it Edward, go deeper and worship my body," she says confidently.

Still with his nose pressed into her fleshy furrow, he looks up her body to see a seriously dominant expression on Bella's face. He knows he should make her wash before he delves into her vagina, but he has never been able to resist the impulse to explore a young, tight pussy. He hesitates for a second when her spicy flavours assault his taste buds, but then delves in aggressively, causing the whore to begin writhing and twisting on the end of his tongue.

After a few minutes of intensive probing and nibbling her bud, Edward drops his hands and sits back on his heels, knowing that his mouth and chin are covered in her cunt cream. Bella puts her hands on her hips and looks magnificent, with her feet widely parted and her large tits thrusting upward.

"Did you enjoy that Edward?" she asks sternly.

"Yes Mistress," he mutters.

"Louder Edward and you must address me as Mistress Bella! Do you understand?" Her voice rising as she gets more confident.

"Yes, Mistress Bella,"

He's exhilarated at the girl's intuitive actions and wonders how far she'll go without him prompting her into action.

"I'm assuming that you want to play a kinky game, Edward, so where do you keep your toys?"

"In the other drawer, Mistress Bella. Shall I open it for you?"

"Yes, good idea. Open it and then get undressed, while I slip into these items," she says, indicating the latex clothing on the bed.

Edward pulls the drawer open, then sits on the edge of the bed so that he can simultaneously undress and watch Bella don the latex dress. She has to put it on like a t-shirt, stretching the tight waist over her shoulders and breasts, before pulling it down and adjusting the tiny flared skirt.

The filmy layer of latex hardly covers her prominent buttocks, while her breasts look like two black balloons about to burst. However, her bullet-like nipples thrusting through strategically placed peep holes, draw his attention away from her impressive globes.

She sits down to don the long, black latex stockings and then completes the outfit with elbow length gloves and a hood that covers her head, but not her face. Now he can imagine her being his mistress, especially when she spins and flashes her ass as the skirts fly out.

He sees that Bella is enjoying the sensation of wearing latex and decides that he won't be too hard on her later, providing she plays her part well. The young whore walks over to the bank of mirror robes to examine her appearance, and then returns to look at his toys in the drawer.

"Ah, just what I want," she says excitedly, lifting out a double dildo gag harness. "I think you should put this on, Edward, as soon as you've undressed."

"Yes, Mistress Bella," he replies slipping his underpants down to reveal his throbbing erection.

Bella delves into the drawer and pulling out a riding crop, swishes it in the air. "Excellent," she mutters, tapping the flapper in her free hand. She stands watching him insert the short dildo into his mouth and then pull the straps together at the back of his head.

"Stand, Boy!" she commands, flicking his hip.

His hands are still occupied fastening the last buckle, when Bella flicks his cock with the crop. "Muuumph," he groans and instinctively drops his hands to protect himself.

"Up! Hands away unless I say you can touch yourself, or me for that matter. Do you understand, Boy?"

When he nods his head, the solid 6" silicone cock bobs up and down suggestively. Bella steps forward and grabs his real cock in one hand and the fake phallus in the other.

"Now let me see... Which one should I use first?" She suddenly pulls on Edwards aching erection, "I'll save this one for later!"

She scrambles onto the bed and lays down in the centre, with her head between the pillows. Then, lifting her legs and grabbing her knees; she spreads her thighs and buttocks, enabling Edward to gawk at her stretched cunt and swirling, puckered anus.

"Come on boy! If you're any good with your face phallus, I'll let you fuck me with the real thing!"

Edward walks round to the end of the bed and crawls toward the heavenly creature, swathed in black latex. The long stockings and skirts cover most of her body with the exception of a thin strip of stretched white flesh that is divided by the gash of her fleshy cunt. Edward nudges the end of the fake, black cock against her wet portal and finds there's little or no resistance as he drives the realistically veined stem in, until she's fully impaled on his prong.

He lingers for a moment, drinking in the aroma of her cunt through his nose, which is pressed firmly into the dimple of her labia.

"Get on with it boy!" THWATT! His mistress raises herself up and lashes him on his raised ass, just hard enough to sting his taught flesh.

He responds by rocking his body back and forth to provide the perfect piston stroke to fuck his reclining Mistress. She lays back once more and soon begins to writhe about as her orgasm approaches. Edward is in seventh heaven as he thrusts harder and harder ensuring his nose grinds her clit when the phallus reaches maximum penetration.

Yes, Edward decides, I'll allow the whore to get used to her new role as his mistress and invite her back for another session later in the week. What started out as a disappointing evening is turning out to be one of the luckiest nights of his life!