There it was. For a while, she loosened the constant provocations, the more drunk she got, but by now she was probably starting to come off of it, as she started debasing him again.
She finished cuffing him, grabbed his arm and pulled him aggressively in an unknown direction. While she would amuse herself at him tripping over all sorts of obstacles, he would start to experience more and more a tingling sensation, while being under her control.
This definitely hadn’t happened in a very long time. If it ever happened. Of course he had some escorts play rougher or go through some role plays, where they would have a dominant role, but an escort is an escort. This was real life, with real life events and real consequences. So far, however, he was exhilarated with the way things were going. He understood her catty demeanor ever since he first laid eyes on her, so he couldn’t have gotten upset with how she would amuse herself over his troubles now. Even more so since they were going to fuck. He was totally ok with putting up with her games, as long as he would end up inside that beautiful, tight pussy (as he lasciviously envisioned it, from what he could see through her dress). The ride home did not last for too long.
“Servant?” she asked him, by placing the back of her hand over his lips.
He understood the reference to their earlier game and kissed the back of her hand once more, while still blindfolded with her panties, before asking reverentially:
“Yes, Princess?”
“Will you continue being my money servant and pay for this ride, as well?” she pushed.
“Anything for you, Princess.” he complied.
Truth was, the money he spent tonight was less than scraps to him. Usually he would mingle with some very high-end audiences, some being family connections, other business or personal ones. However, all of these people had a very annoying thing in common – the desire to protect themselves, their lives, status and comfort, which prompted them to always put up a front, a wall, a formal distance between them and most others because anyone who got too close or too personal could potentially hurt them or their business. In a way, he understood it all. However, he was tired of living like this. He wanted a change for something more personal and informal, prompting him to give one of the “regular” clubs a shot, popular as it might have been still. His usual posse would have never met in places like this for fun.
Once in her apartment, she guided him to a room (on the way to which he stubbed one of his toes in a piece of her furniture), where she pushed him on his back. Blindfolded, he braced himself for the worst, unsure of what to expect. He realized with relief that he was pushed on a bed, where he landed comfortably.
She wasted no time in tying his legs apart, securing one to each of the front legs of the bed, then took another rope, which she brought between his cuffed hands and tied to the headboard, while sitting on his face, to keep him from moving. His excitement didn’t last long as she quickly moved away from him, and the next thing he knew, a bright light blinded him suddenly. Though he realized that she had removed her panties from his head, the sudden contrast in lighting caused him to squint and slightly gape his mouth in surprise.