The Present…
“Master, I think the rope should have gone through the other loop first,” I observed helpfully.
“Slave, I told you never to speak unless I give you permission,” Master replied in a commanding voice and spanked my ass several times as I whined and groveled, begging forgiveness from him. His spanking stung my already red ass cheeks but not nearly as much as I was acting they had. I was naked and on my knees in front of Master. With my head down in submission I had a good view of the rope I was being tied with. The rope he was looping about my waist slackened as he knelt beside me to look at the paper drawing near our knees.
Sometimes a whore will have clients with very specific fantasies. Something beyond blow jobs and sex in whatever position they fancied. One of the very first things I’ve learned as a whore is, to be a good whore you have to be a decent actress. To give the client what he wants, you have to become the character the client sees in his fantasy. Like now… I’m playing the part of a poor damsel captured by a ruthless rogue. Helplessly tied up, tortured and eventually ravished by my new Master. Oh, my! Whatever shall become of me?
Yea, well, I wasn’t going to hold my breath while waiting for the ravishing to begin. We were well over an hour into our session and I was yet to be tied up. Master smoothed out the paper lying on the faux bearskin rug and took his time studying the complex diagram of ropes crisscrossing over a drawn female form. He finally nodded his head. “I think you’re right, Viv. I mean… Silence, Slave!“
I glanced at the clock. I hated to disappoint Master but… Dropping out of character I began untangling my arms from the half completed rope bindings. “Charlie, I’m sorry but this just isn’t going to work,” I told him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to let him down easy. “Your new design is just too complex to be completed in two hours. I wish I could give you more time but I just can’t. Not today.”
I didn’t explain why. When I turned down requests from clients to stay longer, I never gave a reason. I just let them assume I had another client to see. Charlie looked at his watch and muttered a quiet, Damn!. Then he nodded, agreeing with me.
Charlie was in his mid-fifties and a high mucky-muck at one of the nation’s largest ad agencies. His ‘thing’ was ropes and knots. He’s loved them since he was a Boy Scout learning to tie his first clover hitch. Then he got older and discovered girls, and suddenly he had two passions that merged together. He was a member of a small group of men scattered across the globe. They spent hours, days, designing rope decorations and then more untold amounts of time and money bringing those designs to life with willing men and women. They also exchanged photos of women bound in various combinations of rope decoration along with pictures, diagrams and instructions of how to tie the patterns.
For six months Charlie and I have been meeting once, sometimes twice a month in a studio that no one except us knew he had. When Marla had told me she had a request from a client for a tall women who would agree to be tied up, I’d hesitated at first. Being tied to a bed and fucked for two hours would be okay, but… One never knew with new clients if there was a wolf under the sheep’s clothing, but… The large amount of money offered was too good to pass up.
Charlie turned out to be a teddy bear under the sheep skin exterior. During our first session we hadn’t even had sex. Instead, Charlie had proudly given me a tour of his studio, dark room and a simply fabulous collection of expensive cameras and other equipment. Sitting on his couch, he’d given me a verbal and visual tour through an album of women tied in intricate rope decorations so I’d get the feel of what he wanted to do. Afterwards I’d stripped and Charlie spent the remainder of our session photographing my body in different poses from my toes to my hair to see how I ‘showed on film’.
He’s requested me ever since our first appointment because of my long legs, narrow waist and large boobs. I’m long waisted and Charlie insists that rope decorations just look better on women who have several more inches of slender skin between pussy and tits than shorter women. It’s the same reason he loves binding and photographing my long legs. Charlie likes my large boobs because, well… What man doesn’t like large boobies?
Not all of Charlie’s prior decorations were as elaborate as what he’d tried today. Some were very simple. The photography actually took longer as he posed me in one position after another. Charlie began his career in advertising as a photographer. As he rose up through the corporate hierarchy he never lost his passion for photography and rope knots. Now that he has the money to indulge in his twin passions, he spares no expense. There’s always wine and a selection of delicacies for me to munch on while Charlie arranges lights and settings for our next shoot. There are several pictures of me out in the world now, all tastefully photographed and none showing my face enough that I’d be recognizable.
Charlie didn’t pay me to be just a mannequin. He could have afforded models if that was all he wanted. He chose to pay for a whore. Once I was bound in the way he wanted that day, Charlie didn’t spend the remainder of our time just photographing me. Some of the photos Charlie shared with his fellow enthusiasts showed tributes of cum to my stomach, ass or tits as well as rope.
The rope Charlie was using today felt like silk sliding through my fingers as I helped loop it into coils. Marla special ordered the rope and I delivered it when we met so it wouldn’t go to Charlie’s mailbox where his wife might see. It cost a small fortune but Charlie had the means to order rope by the mile if he wanted.
I took another quick glance at the clock. I try not to clock watch when I’m with a client. I also don’t short-change my clients on time. Charlie still had twenty paid-for minutes of my time before I needed to get dressed. I walked to where the small buffet was on the counter and drank a glass of wine while munching on a few buttery crackers coated with a creamy, cheesy spinach dip. I expected Charlie to request quicky sex in the time remaining or something… Pouring a second glass of the excellent red, I looked over at Charlie and shook my head in amusement. I’m not used to being ignored while wearing fuck-me stilettos with five-inch heels and standing naked in the same room as a client.
I poured Charlie a glass of wine and sat next to him on the studio’s sofa. He was still studying the diagram. Handing him his drink I slid the paper out of his hand. “I’m tired of being ignored, Charlie,” I pouted as if he hadn’t just spent well over an hour wrapping me in rope. Leaning over to kiss him, I continued to pout, “Instead of a paper drawing of a woman why not look at a real one instead?”
Turning slightly to face one another, we sipped our wine. “I have been looking at you, Viv. I was a photographer for five years. Back in the day, I photographed some the world’s top models for ad campaigns. You’re right at the top with them. I’m really lucky to have you as my model.”
“Speaking of ‘really lucky’, we don’t have much time left, but what if I tied you up and had my way with your body? Maybe a little something to help you forget the disappointment of not getting your knots tied today,” I asked, reaching over to lightly grasp and stroke a cock that was getting hard.
“Gee, I don’t know, Viv. I’m very, very disappointed,” Charlie said. Sliding his butt towards the edge of the cushion, he closed his eyes and smiled when my hand closed over his hardening shaft stonger. “What knot would you use to tie me up with? Granny or square knot?”
Bringing my legs together to kneel on the couch, I pointed his tip up with my hand and leaned in ready to try and bring him in the short time we had left. “Oh, nothing so common as those for you. I’d use the double fisherman knot.”
My lips were about to meet the tip of Charlie’s cock when he jerked away and sat up. He was astonished and all thoughts of receiving a blow job had vanished, as he said in amazement, “How the heck do you even know about the double fisherman?”
“I web searched knots to surprise you, but I didn’t have time to learn how it’s tied.”
“I’ll teach you!” A very happy Charlie was trying to rise to his feet to get to his beloved rope, before my hand on his chest pushed him back.
“Next time,” I said in a tone that brooked no disobedience. This time my lips reached his cock.
Charlie’s cock was medium size and I had no trouble taking his entire length. The tip was tickling the back of my mouth but I wasn’t in any danger of gagging as I began bobbing my head over his crotch rapidly. Using my hand when I needed to raise my head up to swallow spit, I alternated mouth and hand on his cock. I was hoping Charlie would come quickly and he did. I had just the head of his cock in my mouth while using my hand to rapidly stroke his shaft when Charlie stiffened and groaned he was coming. I took him deep, my lips pressed hard against his pubis and moments later the first spurt of hot cum coated my throat.
I continued to suck and lick his cock as more cum hit the back of my throat until Charlie relaxed with a soft, “Ohh, damn that was good.” I tried not to let much of the cum in my mouth spill as I moved my lips slowly up the shaft until only the sensitive bulb of his cock remained in my mouth. Running my tongue over the sensitive head, I milked the shaft with my hand before raising up onto my knees. Charlie watched as I swallowed and grinned as I licked my lips. Grasping his wrist I turned it until I could read his watch. Patting his thigh I said, “Hate to suck and run but I need to get going. We’re over our time already.”
I hadn’t needed to suck Charlie off. He would have been thrilled just showing me how to tie rope. But another lesson I’ve learned in my short time as a whore? For the big tips? Always suck and swallow…
Getting to my feet I hurried to where my clothes were draped over a chair. With no cummy mess between my legs to clean I’d be able to dress quickly. Most of my clients like watching me dress. I’m not usually in such a hurry and I’ll take my time as they watch. Not today though. I didn’t want to be late for my appointment. Finding my bra I positioned it with the hook in the front, hooked it, turned the hook to my back, quick arms up into the straps, grasp the bottom of bra, pull out on bra, shake my girls to rest comfortably in the cups, thumbs hooked in straps to get them straight… All finished in under eight seconds.
Charlie didn’t care what I wore to our sessions. He was more interested in how I wore his latest rope decoration. Comfortable jeans and t-shirt, socks, exchange fuck-me stilettos for running shoes… I continued to dress quickly as we exchanged small talk about scheduling our next session. Checking my cell phone calendar, I had an open afternoon in ten days and Charlie agreed he’d call Marla to book me. In the bathroom I ran a brush through my hair. I was putting on a heavy coat of lipstick using the mirror when he asked if I’d do four hours. I agreed but called out, “Charlie, the lattice work looks pretty complicated. I don’t think even four hours will be enough to do the photographs you’ll want afterwards. I’ll leave my schedule open in case you want more time.”
Marla would charge extra for one of her girls to be tied up (pun intended) with only one man for six hours instead of satisfying two of her clientele in that same span of time. Charlie had money so he’d pay it. I was already banking the extra money in my imagination as I exited the bathroom and got my shit together. I was in a hurry but I didn’t rush when I went to my knees and gave Charlie the special mark of excellence I reserved for only my preferred customers. Amazing how leaving a red mark on the tip of a cock brought me so many repeat clients as well as fat tips. Speaking of tips, Charlie handed me an envelope with my tip in it as I was ready to open the door. I gave him a big red kiss on the cheek. Laughing, I pointed at his face and yelled ‘Don’t forget to wash your face!’, .before running down the alley towards the street.
It wasn’t another client I was in a hurry to meet. I’d found an efficiency apartment for rent only two blocks away from my brownstone apartment. I wanted to rent it before it was snatched up. It was a very small efficiency but the rent was well within the budget for a temp agency worker, which was what my Mom and Dad thought I was doing. The apartment manager was meeting me in… I checked the time and wished the taxi driver would drive faster. Opening the envelope, I counted the tip Charlie had given me. I was very pleased with the number of crisp Benjamins I slipped into my book bag.
The place I hoped to rent would be where my Mom could come to visit. No way would she believe I was making enough on a temp’s salary to afford my spacious brownstone apartment. I was comfortably aware I could afford both apartments easily. I was also aware that not having to go home every night to my parent’s house would make earning even more money possible.
For some months now Marla has been offering me clients at night. No pressure, just keeping me aware of the money I was turning away. Nice amounts of money for what I called Cinderella Dates, because they all ended at Midnight. Anything past that and Marla negotiated the price upwards. Way upwards…
An hour later I was handed the keys to my new apartment. Tomorrow would be my nineteenth birthday and I was ready to leave the nest…
Marla was thrilled to know I’d finally made the decision to move to the city when I called her from the train taking me home. She was ready to book my first Cinderella Date for Friday! “Slow down, Marla,” I laughed. “Give me a few days to move some things into my Mom apartment first.”
If Marla was thrilled, my Mom wasn’t when I told her and Dad that night over dinner and showed them the key and lease. My Mom immediately began listing all the reasons I shouldn’t move out. I had free room and board under her roof, I could save more money for college faster if I decided on going… She choked up, got quiet, then bravely smiled and said she was going to be glad instead of sad. She’d had me for a whole year when all of my girlfriends from high school had already moved away or were in college. Which, of course, segued to the oft heard talk about when was I going to get a better job, go to college, meet a boy, get married, start cranking out grandchildren for her to spoil while she was still young enough to enjoy them…
“Cut me some slack, Mom! You had me when you were my age. You’re still in your thirties! I think I have a few more years to give you grandkids before you’re old and decrepit. Can’t I just have some fun while I’m a teenager?”
Chapter Four Soon…
