I paid an Atlanta escort for a night of femdom fun
I am training for a high paying job. I am an asian submissive who enjoys spoiling women and getting spanked. I have always been into stockings, femdom, women in business clothing, and raceplay.
Stella is a Florida blonde with an attitude. She is around 5’9′, wears nothing but Lululemon and YSL, and has rich parents. We knew each other from her being her being FWB with one of my college roommates. I reached out to her from my anonymous twitter asking if she was into femdom.
This winter, I saw a mutual friend Stella start liking mild femdom content on her twitter. I saw anonymous paypigs replying to her tweets and that lots of paypigs followed her. I saw that she lives in Atlanta not too far from me.
She got back to me and said she was doing escort work in Atlanta. I told her I wanted to play. She informed we she didn’t do anything without deposit and ID verification. At this point, I was forced to reveal myself. She then started messaging me through my real facebook. This was the hottest thing I have ever experienced.
She asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted to go on a fancy dinner date where we both dress up, and I then wanted to play at a hotel. I wanted to worship her feet in stockings and heels, and get spanked. I wanted her to humiliate me, make me serve her, and incorporate light raceplay.
“Venmo me $2000. Private transaction.”
Gulp. That’s more than my rent and food.
“Goddess, I cannot do this until christmas.”
” I will see you then. Do not message me until I see the money in my venmo.”
That set off the stingiest few months ever. I didn’t get takeout, do any online shopping, or anything. Around christmas time I had the money.
“I’m ready to book the session, Stella.”
“What do you want again?”
The fact that she didn’t even remember what I wanted was so humiliating.
“Umm I wanted a date and stockings play.”
“$2300. I’m not staying the night. You’re booking my hotel.”
Gulp.
I sent the money, the erection in my pants was hurting.
We set a time for two weeks in the future. It was a 3 hour drive from me and I had to book her a hotel room as well. I was allowed the honor of picking her outfit. She facetimed me, and I thought I saw a girl in the background. I could hear her giggling.
I picked out a tight navy dress and black pumps. I have a thing for black stiletto heels. She also wore black pantyhose with the seams down the back. She also wore a Gucci belt to cinch together the dress. This belt would come in to the story later ;).
For myself, I wore a navy suit with a white dress shirt. I wore a green vineyard vines tie and brown oxford shoes. I went with a leather watch.
We picked out a fancier bar in the Buckhead area. I heard the staccato “clack. clack” of her heels from a few feet away. When I walked up to her, I was speechless. She was even hotter than I remembered her when she was fucking my roommate. She now had the sophistication of a mid 20s bombshell. Her shimmery sheer pantyhose caught my eye immediately. I was drawn to her blonde hair and gold necklace.
She gave me a hug and a slight peck on the cheek. Her soft lips bristled along my beard. I could smell wine all in her breath.
“Hey, Ashwin :)”
“Hey Stella!”
Shall we go in?
We had two seats at the bar. Luckily, there was nothing obstructing my view. The place was really nice.
Stella: “So…. haven’t seen ya since we went to the strip.”
Me: “Yeah. do you still talk to ****?”
Stella giggled. “No, but we got together once in NYC.”
I got a sharp pain down there thinking about her and my roommate “getting together.” Did he look her in the eyes as her tits bounced up and down while she rode him? Did she loudly moan like she used to? Did she whisper “you’re so fucking good, baby” like she used to while I was in the bedroom next door studying?
We ordered drinks. She gingerly nursed her espresso martini.
I put a hand on her lower back. Her dress was so soft, and she smelled really good. I was getting jittery with anticipation for the night to come.
I put a hand on her thigh, feeling the sheerness of the hose.
Her pink lips turned into a slight pout. Her eyebrows furrowed together.
Stella: “Did I say you could touch my leg?”
Gulp.
“No.”
Stella: “No, what?”
The girl next to her giggled. I thought she couldn’t hear.
“No, stella.”
She did not seem satisfied.
“We’ll talk later about this.”
My cock grew a little in my pants. She had seemed so friendly until now. All in one small sentence, I was reminded who was in control.
Our appetizer came.
“So, how’s work?”
Stella: It’s really good. The people there are really friendly.
I imagined what that meant. Did she have a boss who fell victim to her brown eyes? Did she make men weak as she walked by with her heels?
The night progressed on. The alcohol loosened us up. She was now letting my hand go up her dress.
Around 10PM, Stella went to the bathroom.
When she came back, she put something into my blazer. She grabbed my tie, and pulled me in for a kiss. Her breath smelled strongly of wine by now.
“I want you to go to the hotel. Pour me a drink. Take your underwear off. Put my panties on. I want you waiting on your knees by the door.”
“yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“yes stella.”
She remained expectant. “It’s princess.”
“Yes, princess Stella.”
She kissed my ear. “I’m in control now, my little pet.”
To be continued..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/112mizq/dinner_date_with_blonde_atlanta_escort_involving