Submit to your Escort Mistress 

“Sit,” Mia said, pointing at the chair in the middle of the room.

Asher gave her a brief look, then did as she asked, he had spent a lot of money for a session with Mia who was one of the best Domination escorts in London. Grinning, she went over to a cabinet and dug out a silk blindfold and a long cloth. She returned to the chair and held the objects in his face. She waited. Time to find out if Asher could submit. 

In response, he lowered his arms to the back of the chair before securing them at the wrists. Bending over, she secured his arms behind the chair. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his pants, gasping as his cock sprang out. Impressive. Every London escort Mistress could use a sub like him. She pulled the blindfold over his eyes, then took a step back. She bit her lips as her gaze raked over Asher. Tied up, he was helpless. He was under her control. She licked her lips. Just as she wanted.

“I’ll use you to please myself. You dare not say anything without my permission.”

Asher nodded.

She dug a finger beneath her skirt and under her panties, stroking her already-dripping cunt. Suppressing the moan that threatened to escape her lips, she moved another finger in. She stopped after a while, withdrawing the wet and glistening fingers.

“Open up,” she whispered, moving her fingers to Asher’s mouth.

He obeyed in an instant, and she teased his lips. He took her fingers into his mouth, lapping at them. His tongue’s movement sent shivers washing through her. 

This was very satisfying.

“Good boy.” She patted his head, running her fingers through his hair.

Mia drew a trail from Asher’s mouth, down his broad chest and midriff to his bare thighs. She ran her hand down his legs and back up, and he shuddered visibly.

Moving back to his upper body, she stretched her hands over his chest. She dragged her nails over his hot skin and taut muscles. She titillated him with her slow movements, massaging his shoulders and taking her time. He was her treat, and she was about to enjoy every inch of him. 

Stepping back, she leaned against the wall and placed her stocking-clad leg on his thigh. She circled his body with her toes before balancing them on his shoulder. Turned on by his hot breath against her legs, she dipped her fingers into her panties and stroked herself again. She couldn’t wait to have all of him to herself. 

With an appraising gaze, she surveyed her man. Who would have thought Asher was such a submissive person? When she met him, they hit it off instantly. It didn’t matter that he was seven years younger. Neither of them minded. They’d had sex before, but it wasn’t until today that Asher admitted he had a thing for older escorts. For submitting to older ladies. She loved control. What were the odds?

He whimpered a little, and his cock twitched, the sound and sight distracting her from her thoughts. Her little pet wanted a release. Wasn’t that cute? Swallowing a giggle, she leaned closer. Now she would use that hardness for her pleasure. She bent down beside him, flicking his cock. He jerked.

She would give him a subtle reminder she was Dominatrix Mistress and she was in complete control. She grabbed his cock, with her body tingling as she reveled in the feel of his cock’s texture and heaviness against her palms. She kissed down the sides of his stomach, spat on his cock and began stroking.

He moaned. She knew from his movements he was desperate to free his arms from his restraints, but she wasn’t going to allow it. She increased the pace of her strokes, with her palms plunging in deeper. Releasing more spit on his cock, she went even faster. She stopped after a while. This just won’t do. She grinned as an idea struck her. 

Reaching for the cabinet, she fetched a bottle of lube and applied some on her hands. She brought her slippery hands to his cock and resumed jerking him off. 

The slurping sounds of his cock against her hands echoed around the room. She stroked him hard and fast, paying special attention to his base and balls. Simultaneously, she rubbed against her clit.

Her cunt grew damp. She needed more than just her fingers.

Leaving Asher’s twitching cock, Mia stood and slid off her lacy thong before tossing it aside. She hiked up her dress and straddled him, stroking his cock a little as she got on him. 

“Ready to please your mistress?” she asked in a low but firm voice.

His nod was quick and eager.

She lowered herself onto his thick shaft, taking his thick cock between the lips of her sex. Her walls were spreading open to accept his girth. She ground her hips down, caressing her hips as she eased onto him. He opened his mouth as if to utter something, but she brought a palm over his lips

“Did I give you permission?”

Sighing, he shook his head.

“Then don’t you dare.”

She continued grinding her body against his. Her pussy was growing ever wetter as time went by. She still hadn’t taken his full length in, but she was determined to. He was her sex toy, after all. 

Mia paused, running her palms across his chest and down his perfect body. She bit her lips and pressed her ground to the floor as she went down on him in one fast swing. All of him was inside her now. A tremor raced through her body all the way to her core. She couldn’t keep the moan out, and at this point, she didn’t care if he knew how aroused he had made her. She was still the boss. 

After she had adjusted to his length, she moved her hips against his. His cock hit her front wall in just the spot she wanted with each downward thrust. Her ass slapped against his thighs as she increased her pace. Her brain was clouded, and she was going wild with ecstasy. His cock twitched inside her, and she held her breath.

“Don’t you dare come. Don’t you dare fucking come!”

Soon she was riding him to her climax. Her orgasm tore through her in a wave of pure pleasure. Her entire body pulsated and shuddered as she held on to him, breathing heavily. He didn’t make a sound. That made her smile.

Looked like he was true to his word after all. He could follow orders.

“Well done. I think it’s time for your reward,” she whispered to his lips as she slid off his dripping cock.

Mia knelt beside Asher. Taking his thick cock into her hands, she stroked him gently, pumping him up and down until his cock twitched. He released jets of cum onto her hands and his stomach.

With a sultry smile, she untied the blindfold. She gave Asher a brief kiss.

“Good job. You can talk now.”

Asher grinned. “Is that all, ma’am?”

“Not in your wildest dreams.” She was going to make sure about that.