Miaow,
I am back again in London and on the Prowl, after deciding to Retire. Retiring never suited me for long. The Truth is I am a High Class London Call Girl, who charges 500 Pound an Hour for Fun.
I like the line of work I am engaged in, as Sex Suits me. My Day Job is a City Bank where I am an Investment Broker. The World of Computers, pushing Buttons and the Adrenaline from making Investments is also exciting and fun. It is a male dominated World, and the Stakes are High. I like to think that I bring feminine glamour to world of the Male Corporate Suit.
The Other Day I got a Call on my Mobile from a Businessman who I called Mr Blow. He was a Middle Eastern Gentlemen and had Seen my Calling Card the Rudolf Salis Black Cat Portrait one of my favourite Paintings. He was staying at the Savoy Hotel and of course like all men he wanted Paid Sex. I am a Courtesan so naturally I obliged after agreeing my usual fee.
I rent a flat in London, which is my private pad and apartment, in the Docklands. It is comfortable, and expensive Des Res. I have decked out in Pretty Feminine Colour of Pink, Pink Carpets, and for a touch of Glamour, there are Black Silken Sheets. There is a private Mini Bar for my Clients and I have turned the apartment into a Mini Dungeon for those who like BSM Sado Maschoism. I will do anything for a price and most men like to dominate me and sometimes for me to dominate them. They are I guess turned on by it. So whatever turns you on is my remit.
Mr Blow wanted a Restaurant Meal first and told me to dress as provocatively as I could. His wife was back in the Middle East and did not know that he liked Western Sex while here in the UK. I hate the fact that men Lie to Women. I tried marriage but not for very long, we were always arguing over finances, and power and the Little things. Why he worked late and was he keeping a Mistress. Girls Know when men are having affairs.
I agreed to his request and stripped off in the Shower, I choose my favourite Red Laced Steel Boned Corset and Feminine Red Panties with a Lace Crotch. The whole outfit of suspenders and Corset in 38D my vital Statistics came from Agent Provocateur, and a frilly Garter for my Leg. I laid out a beautiful Red Evening Dress and Clutch along with my 6 Inch Red Stiletto Heels. I then showered and pulled on the Panties and then for the tough part the Corset, which I slipped over my Breasts. Steel Boned Corsets have a Trick and that is to slip the Cords over a Door and then walk forward. The Tightening sensation is painful, but it gives a Woman the Classic Hour Glass shape and pulls in your waist. I won't say that the Corset is uncomfortable, but it gives a Je ne sais Quoi to a woman.
Once I was wearing the Suspenders and Garter Belt I then pulled on the Red Dress and did up the buttons at the Back. I slipped into the High Healed Shoes and sat down at the Table Mirror. I combed my long Black Hair, and applied Red Lipstick to my Lips, and dark eye liner to my Green Eyes. Once I had done that I felt like a Woman on her Prom Night.
I put on my Coat and phoned for a Taxi. The Evening was Cold, and Star Lit. I arrived at the Restaurant and asked for Mr Blow (Not His real name) at Reception on the Door. The Maitre D' looked expressively and pointed to a Table where a tall Middle Eastern Gentlemen in a Georgio Armani Suit sat with Black polished Shoes. He pulled out a chair, and I sat down. We got chatting and I smiled at him. He brushed his leg several times up against mine and after many drinks and a Three Course Meal it had got to 11-30. He wanted Sex so we both agreed an excuse and got into the same Taxi.
I gave the Taxi Driver Instructions, to drive back to my apartment in the London Docklands. I asked him what he desired. He desired some Kinky Sex, nothing too serious, but he wanted me to use the Leash and a Whip on him. I went next door, and undid my dress and revealed my Corset, Frilly Red Panties, Garter Belt and Stockings and Stillettos. I put down my Champagne Glass and I took out from the Cupboard the Whip and Leash. He was only too accepting as I put them on him. I then Hit him 30 or Fifty times, he cried out in pain, but clearly was enjoying himself.
After I had finished I climbed into Bed next to him. He made Short work, and masterfully undid my Corset and pulled my Panties down. Sex took several Minutes and when it was finished I quickly put my clothes and a dress back on. He left the Money buy the Bed side table and I bid him farewell after calling for a Taxi.
More to Follow Next Month.
Love
The Black Cat.
