I’ve done a lot of strange, perverse, exotic things for money from the sublime to the ridiculous, and here is an example of the latter.
My manager asked me if I wanted to do something fun, which means nothing fun if you know her so I didn’t answer and waited for details. She said that it was right up my alley, a joke that no one laughs at. More silence at my end. So she said that the client would like a role play scenario, I sighed, usually for me that means getting dressed as a school girl and either getting punished for being a bad girl or having to do ‘special things; to get a pass from teacher.
As it turned out the scenario sounded like fun, the client was a wizard (cough) and I was to be a princess he seduces via a magic love potion.
“You men rohypnol?” I said sarcastically, “I’m not inspired Alex.”
She laughed and said she’d already told the client that he couldn’t drug me, which was a relief for me, and he’d said it would be a green alcohol, normally we aren’t supposed to drink on the job but seeing as the clients paid extra and a lot extra they looked the other way, if we agreed. She’d agreed for me and assured me I’d have security.
I agreed with a few reservations, these things can be fun but they can also be with utter creeps who try to tie you up. Usually we don’t do jobs to people’s homes that are not regular clients but Alex was motivated by the large wad of cash he’d agreed to and she promised I could have the security guy in the house, so I agreed.
For these type of jobs the client usually has a ‘script’ and a props list, most of which he provides but you know – toys and so on we do that. He’d sent some jpegs of outfits which ranged from princess slutty to Lord of the Rings, it wasn’t too hard for me to find something, and I have to admit I liked it. It was from a costumer I know, of course I know costumers, I have an account there! He actually had a selection most where in black, green, purple and blue but my client wanted a virginal white – of course, this is a fantasy fantasy.
I would have loved to get the ball gown version in light blue satin with hoops and lots of pretty bows but think about the effort involved in getting naughty and you soon realise it would be a buzz kill. So I went for a mid sky blue and white renaissance number, a full dress with a lace up bodice, matching cape, with long selves fitted at the top and tapering out to 3/4 wizard selves and white satin gloves. It was cut low enough that he could get to my boobs with minimum effort. I found a pearl five strand choker and a modest but pretty tiara with clear and pale blue stones. The shoes where a night mare to find I settled for some light metallic blue strappies. I had my hair up in large cascading curls..
Under that was easy, white stockings, white garter with blue bows, tiny lace hipster knickers – princess don’t wear tongs, and a tight satin boned corset in matching white and blue satin with lovely crystals around top. I put on some smokey eye make up, extra long lashes and some icy pink lipstick, men love that, gah! But you know, Mmm I’d have totally done myself.
I thought the over all effect was dazzling, and so did my driver. I had to sit in the back of the car because it was uncomfortable in the front and he kept perving at my boobs which were pushed to bursting I have to admit. The client was in Albert park, nice three story double fronted terrace, my god this place would have been worth a bomb! Inside though, eew it looked like a nerdy star wars geek convention. Shelves and shelves of toys and gnome figurines, bookshelves packed with Terri Pratchett books and so on. I should have expected that.
My client greeted me and gushed at my outfit, thankfully, I’ve been on jobs where they got shitty that it wasn’t what they wanted but he and his now obvious boner seemed to like it. He was a small chubby bald man with long curly hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. If I had a dollar for every bald man with long hair…
He was a bit on the shy side, so I talked him through the yes and no’s, the what’s included, what’s extra and the not fucking ever list. He kept looking at my security, which is fair enough, he was the size of king kong and five times meaner looking, so I asked him if there where somewhere he could go for the proceedings and we sent him to the kitchen.
I then complimented my client and generally faffed over him to make him feel good, we usually took electronic transfers but he was giving his card, I called back the security and he did the rest. I asked him to shower which he seemed a bit put out by but did anyway and I asked where I was to start. He ushered me into the front of the house and into one room off the main hallway, er-moi-gord! It looked like a palace inside, he’d transformed the room into a princesses and not spared the expense, tapestries, huge ornate four-poster bed, campy medieval portraits, coats of arms even a suit of armour the works. This was to be where we’d do the do.
In the other room next to it was a Throne room, that was even more covered in medieval props including a gold leafed throne, I grinned like a cat I’m sure, and it was hard not to want to squeal so I did, which made him happier and slightly more relaxed, so I gushed and gushed at the effort. It’s very important in these sorts of things to make them feel like you are into it as much as them, and OK he wasn’t attractive and even after 5 shots of hard liquor would he be but this was going to be a lot of fun and he was quite a calm character, he didn’t seem too creepy.
It’s not usual that you’ll have a sex god to fuck, they tend to get laid on their own so you work with what you are given, and ugly men do try harder, most of the time.
The last room was no less awesome, it was his laboratory, and it was fucking awesome too, he’d had the place decked out with all kinds of chemistry set wonders and I being the science geek I am really loved it.
So I went to the throne room and sat my princess butt on the throne, took my wand which was on the chair and grinned like a mad hatter. This was going to be fun! When he left I quickly checked to see if I was that ready, and yes I was, Strategically secreted condoms, pre-torn and concentrated on the script and staying excited.
To summarise what was going to happen – he wanted me to take this potion as a drink and pretend it was a love potion and this was supposed to make me want him badly. He would then deflower me and I’d then be his sex slave for life. Yeah I know, I don’t write these things and this is why I usually ask men who are interested in me socially what they read.
When he came back in about 10 minutes he had a thick black robe with a hood on it like monks have, it had a rope tied around it and he was wearing a tall pointy witch hat – or wizard for men. I was to call him Grand wizard (cultural note this has nothing to do with white supremacy in our country we don’t have the kkk, besides I think he was Jewish).
I greeted him, he bowed and greeted me and announced her had discovered the “elixir of eternal youth” to witch I got all yay about and he presented it to me saying I should drink deeply. I’d been told that the drink was going to more likely be Midori but it wasn’t, it should have been sweet but bearable it was Crème de menthe – so its like supercharged mint poison and I took a swig and gagged, not exactly to plan. He apologised and so did I and after a bit of discomfort we got back to the script.
Wizy left after I had started to feel ‘miraculously well’ and then I was supposed to go looking for him, consumed with want for him. Which I did, I searched the castle, meaning I went next door and found him tinkering with his chemistry kit. I told him I was feeling dizzy and that my pulse was racing and that I felt a burning need for something I ‘know not what” – don’t blame me I was going off a script.
He got me to sit on a bulky chair and told me he needed to listen to my pulse, which he had to get my boobs out to do. This was a fairly complicated thing and his hands where shaking but I couldn’t interrupt the story and to it myself. Also his hands where fumbling and having your boob area touched like that is uncomfortable. After a few minutes he did manage to get past the lace up and the hooks on my corset and to my boobs.
After a bit of fumbling around including squeezing my nipples like I was a cow we got to work and swapped spots, I knelt in front of him and pushed up his cloak, my Master as I was supposed to call him now didn’t have much in the wand department down there, in fact he had a strange looking one which had a big head on it but no length, OK I thought, easy work, but keeping his cloak up wasn’t. I was holding it with my left hand, which was also holding my wand (the magical not fleshy one). and I managed to poke him in the eye.
Not good for business blinding your client, this stalled proceedings again as I aided him, but it was ok, nothing too bad. This time I put the wand away and I swear I went down on him for five-seconds and it was over. I am awesome at head, ask me and I’ll tell you but most men last longer than that. Again I assured him all was ok, and after a little break we went back to the script,
He bent me over the bench, hitch my skirts over my hips and did me from behind, which is very difficult if you have a 3 inch boner. It’s not comfortable for me either, it going our then whamming in on every thrust but a girl puts up with these things for lots of money. The thing was, his cloak kept falling down and cock blocking him but again after about a minute he came, oh dear.
Men think this is terrible, but its also flattering when a guy comes so quickly – for the first two times.
I stayed in character and praised his want of me and how I was hypnotised by my want of him, and things stirred again. so to the next scene, I went to my bedroom ready to be ravaged.
I thought It might be a good idea if I got out of my princess gear so he could get to the main course, so I whipped it off bar the corset and stockings, yes and shoes, you never take the shoes off and lay on the bed. When he arrived he walked up to me slowly, lustfully, and his huge wizard hat fell off and poked me hard just under my right nipple. It hurt, a lot. But professionals suck it up and do the job (erherm).
I got him out of his gear and we managed to at least fuck for a whole ten minutes before he came.
At this point I still had an hour on the clock so I lay with him in the bed for a while and we chatted about how things had gone. He was very down on himself for coming quickly and my reassurance only went so far. So I blew him and at least that cheered him up some.
The Wiz and I had three more of these nights and honestly I did enjoy the dressing up and the play acting, OK the sex was extremely brief but that happens. In the end like many clients he simply vanished, I’m not a girlfriend or a wife, sometimes customers move on, or other things, I don’t get to find out, interested as I am to know what the Wizard is up to these days.
I do love a bit of role play especially when it comes to getting dressed in cute gear. I’ve done quite a bit of this, my favourite is Sci-fi, I do love getting done up in sexy but slutty uniforms and taking a photon torpedo, if its star trek so much the better. I did in fact have a thing with Captain Kirk for a while, that was awesome, but another story.