Escort Girl

My Master was online when I arrived. I did not see him. I was hesitating. His rules did not describe what to do. I decided to IM him and he appeared in front of me immediately.

My Master ordered me to go to the third floor, to the bedroom. I was wearing my purple dress without thong. He asked me what I thought what would happen. I remembered one of his last words he had said yesterday. I answered that I would be used as a human toilet. He seemed to be confused and I knew that I was mistaken. Of course, he wanted to have sex.

He told me to bend over and pull up my skirt. He started to fuck me from behind. He suddenly stopped and teleported away. A moment later, he called for me and I joined him at Heaven & Hell. Do you know they have a special room for lovers of golden shower? We were in this room. I had not used any devices here before. We tried three devices. Yes, we tried, because he pissed me and then we went to the other device. I just figured out how the device worked and we went away. He looked to be bored.


I said that he could fuck me if he wanted; I would obey and did what he liked. So, we returned to his bedroom. I had to undress and he fucked me. He was fucking me for about half an hour. Then he suddenly said that it was all for today and he went away. He went away so quickly that I had no chance to ask a question.

I was standing naked and I was confused. I realized that he did not treat me like a slave for four days of owning me. We made love and made love and made love. He did not punish me. He did not humiliate me. He did not even bind me. Not counting those ten minutes, what we spent in Heaven & Hell.

He called me babe, many times. I was not his slave. I rather was an escort girl hired for a week. I had to speak in third person like Gorean slaves, but that was all. I was an escort girl, not a slave. I bet any escort girl will do the same. The only one difference is that escorts are paid. You can say that a good slave can handle such Owner, too. I do not say that I am a good slave, but I will handle it, too. The problem is that he does not behave like a Master and I am not able to feel like his slave must feel. I do not feel that he owns me. Of course, I show respect and I obey. I am sure many girls would be glad to have such Master, but, I am not one of them.

I received a photo from Sir Bela. He said it was one of his favorite shoots. I like it, too.