It was the first time he had ever decided to call one of those escort agencies but it had been a rough day and he needed some one else to be in control for a little while. He had called for a dominatrix and was able to offer a description of what he wanted her to look like. Tall and thin with long brown hair and beautiful green eyes, but he didn’t know what to expect. Scott Guber was not the first name you thought of when you thought of the kind of men that actually do call those services but there was a first time for everything and this would probably also be the last. He waited nervously wondering if everything looked okay in the house, he felt that if she saw he was disorganized she might want to leave, never taking into consideration that she was getting paid to go there, or the fact that she had been in a lot cheaper houses in worse neighbor hoods.

Before he knew it some one was knocking on the door and he took a deep breath, he didn’t want to keep her waiting long. He paused in front of the door wondering if this was the right thing to do, what if some one saw her approaching the house, then again how would they know what she was there for. He was being paranoid, so he opened the door and there stood a perfect woman one that was almost straight out of his fantasy.

“Hello…” He said slowly she was wearing a long over coat with black boots and black gloves there was a mask covering part of her face just around her eyes and over her nose it gave her an air of mystery and he sort of liked that.

“Scott Guber?” She sounded surprised almost as if she knew him, and she did. She was a student at Winslow high who had just turned 18 and needed to make cash to support herself. She was living on her own and had just recently lost her job at the company she worked for and this was her last chance, she was never going back to her parents for help she didn’t need them.

“Yeah that’s me…why don’t you come inside?” He opened the door to let her in and she stepped in hesitating for a moment, she didn’t know if she should tell him who she was or just let it be. After she took a few steps into the house he closed the door behind her and locked it. It certainly was everything she’d ever imagined about his house so clean and organized very elegant, the man clearly had good taste. “Lets sit and talk for a moment…I’m sort of new to this.” He led her into the living room where there was a fire going in the fire place and a glass of wine sitting on a coffee table, the only thing that made her feel better was he didn’t recognize her. She sat down at the end of the couch trying to keep her distance from him but at the same time not trying to be too obvious about it.

“Did you have some questions for me Scott?” She had to remember to use his first name thinking that if she called him mister Guber he might figure out it was her. He picked up his glass of wine and took a long drink and then moved towards her. She had always had feelings for him both romantic and sexual but she didn’t know if she was going to be able to do this with out losing her mind. Her hair was up in a tight bun behind her head and she still kept her coat on deciding to keep it shut until the moment of truth.

“First of all what’s your name?” He said moving to put an arm around her, she relaxed a bit he really was a sweet man, he was just lonely and no one could ever be blamed for that. She moved into his embrace and took her hands out of her pockets folding them on her lap.

“Well you can call me Mistress Samara.” That was the name she used on the job for everyone at the company they always suggested that no real names be used and she loved the name Samara it was so exotic and almost mysterious.

“Take off your coat…I don’t need you to get too hot.” She dreaded hearing those words but she stood up and opened her coat and let it drop to the floor after she had slid her arms out of the sleeves. When she turned to face him his reaction was like nothing she had ever seen, this guy was obviously very nervous around women. She was wearing a black leather teddy with black leather gloves that reached to her elbows, along with that she was wearing knee high boots that wrapped tightly around her calves and thigh high fishnet stockings. After watching him for a moment she was worried that he had stopped breathing, or had a heart attack but finally he moved. She bit her bottom lip nervously and then took her seat back next to him crossing her legs elegantly. “I have other outfits in the car if you were expecting something else…”

“No this is definitely fine…” he said his face almost beet red from arousal and embarrassment he wasn’t even the kind to look a women dressed like this but now there was one sitting right next to him and she was going to have sex with him, well that’s what he paid for. “So…you are supposed to control me or something…I don’t want anything too severe or kinky I just want you to be in control.”

“I think I can do that Scott.” She smiled at him, he was practically drooling he reached out a hand and put it on her silky thigh and she slapped it. “You didn’t ask permission to do that now did you?”

“I didn’t think…”

“No No Scott when I am here you don’t think…you do…is that understood?” She stood up and bent over provocatively picking up a riding crop from the inside of her trench coat. He watched her curiously and wondered what she thought she was going to do with it. She turned to him and smacked it into the palm of her hand, it made a loud cracking noise against her leather gloves and he couldn’t believe how aroused he was. “Stand up.” He did with out hesitation he certainly didn’t want to feel that crop hitting him any time soon no matter how gentle it was. She circled him once smiling, finally she was going to be able to put this smug son of a bitch in his place it was something she had always dreamed of. She had done this many times but this was the first time she didn’t have to draw upon other sources to get aroused, this time the moment was enough. She stood in front of him and unclasped his belt pulling it through the loops in one quick motion causing it to crack in the air. He winced a little hoping that she wasn’t going use that to hit him, and she wasn’t. She walked behind him and secured his wrists together behind his back and pushed him onto his knees.

“Do you want me Scott?” She said standing in front of him, he smiled and swallowed hard looking up at her, the feeling of utter helplessness was certainly one he never thought could be arousing.

“Yes…”

“Yes what?!” She slapped the crop into her hand again causing him to flinch and move back slightly, with his hands bound like that he almost lost his balance but compensated for it by spreading his legs slightly. “Don’t flinch like that, if I decide to hit you you’ll know before I do it.”

“Yes Mistress.” He said looking down at the floor feeling totally humiliated and yet incredibly aroused by this turn of events. She dropped to her knees in front of him and slowly pulled off her leather gloves tossing them aside. Her hails were painted in a shade of deep red and they were perfectly manicured, she ran a finger over his lips and over his chin letting it trail down towards the top of his shirt. In one swift motion she ripped his shirt open, buttons scattering in all directions, his rational mind wanted to yell at her for ruining a perfectly good shirt but his libido told him to stay silent. She leaned into him and started to small his neck growling slightly as she did kissing and nibbling at his skin as she made her way down his chest and then she stopped and stood up.

“What the hell are you doing?” He half whined half yelled at her forgetting that he didn’t want to be slapped with a riding crop. Without hesitation she slapped him across the face, he never knew that the sensation f stinging leather could hurt so good. His hands strained at the leather belt that was restraining them and his cock strained against the zipper of his pants but all he could think about was getting more. “Sorry Mistress.”

“Very good…I want to fuck you Scott, is that okay?” She reached into her bra and slowly pulled out a condom that was as red as her fingernails. He almost didn’t answer, he didn’t ever think that he would be paying for sex but this woman was so enticing that he just couldn’t say no. He nodded slowly not able to bring himself to reply verbally. She smiled slightly her eyes seemed to sparkle under the black mask she was wearing, he wished she would take it off but he wouldn’t dare ask her to do that now. She pushed him to the floor and took the long end of the belt that held his wrists and twisted it upwards bringing his hands above his head. She nearly tore his pants off his boxers soon followed and he wondered if she was really good at acting or actually aroused by this. She slowly unzipped her teddy from the front as she kissed at his chest and neck running her hands through his hair, all he could do was lay there gasping and moaning.

It wasn’t long before she was riding him very fast and very hard, she was moaning loudly and her voice carried he had never been with a woman who was so vocal. She was young he could tell by the way she felt and the tone of her body, he didn’t ask how old she was but he assumed that she was at least 18 years old. As she rode him he was helpless he couldn’t touch her body and all he could do was imagine what it would be like to touch one of her milky white breasts. The glow from the fire place lit her perfect body and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just some sort of wonderful dream. He soon came and she orgasmed right after him in a scream that sounded very authentic, that and the fact that he could feel her muscles contracting made him realize that she wasn’t faking it. She got off of him and started to lick his cock clean, if he wasn’t so old he might have gotten aroused again but the days of youth were past so he just laid there and enjoyed it. Tomorrow was definitely going to be a wonderful day.

* * *

“Monica why are you in my office for the third time this week?” Guber said feeling happier then usual, the past month had been wonderful because his visits from Mistress Samara came just about every night. A lot of times they didn’t even have sex they just talked and he really felt like he was getting to know her but he couldn’t bring himself to take it a step further. Monica yawned and placed a hand over her mouth her fingernails were painted red and they were perfectly manicured, lucky for her Guber did not draw the connection.

“I fell asleep in Mr. Hanson’s class again. I had to work the late shift again I’m sorry, I’m emancipated now and I need to make enough money to be on my own.” She yawned again covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were dull and she looked like she was exhausted, she looked at the floor and her eyes started to flutter shut again. If only he knew what she was actually doing with her night hours then maybe he wouldn’t be so hard on her, but she couldn’t give it away now there was too much as stake.

“I’m going to send you home okay? I need you to rest up, do you work the night shift tonight?” He said as he wrote out a note for her at his desk. She watched his hands and licked her lips remembering how she had them bound in leather just hours ago, how she had him on the floor, and how good he felt inside of her.

“I work the night shift every night Mr. Guber.” She brushed her long brown hair out of her face and looked up at him as one of her hands rubbed her sleep filled eyes. He sighed and wished it wasn’t so hard for her but there was nothing he could do, she wanted to be on her own and that’s what she got. She had been doing fine until the past few weeks, he wondered why it was falling apart.