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Being a Mistress or an Escort or, as in the case of Saffyre being both, is a business. It’s not always pleasurable for her but she makes sure it’s always pleasurable for the client. But sometimes they both get lucky.

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December isn’t the best time of year in Grantchester. The snow and ice hasn’t yet arrived but the rain certainly has and it wasn’t pleasant walking or driving in it. The gods were emptying every cloud in the sky.

She sounded very nice on the phone, thought James, and her photos looked really good. A strange mixture for a dominatrix. Usually they were all photos of the lady dressed in latex, leather, pvc and other standard dominatrix outfits, and although there were plenty of those in the gallery on her website, there were also a lot of her dressed in less formidable, very feminine and very seductive clothing. He was really looking forward to this meeting. Although he’d visited more than a few mistresses in his time he sensed perhaps this occasion was not quite going to be the same as any other.

The rain ceased just as he was easing his car into a parking place. As requested he’d parked in a space as far away from the entrance of the small private car park as possible. Should he take an umbrella? He decided not. The sky was brightening but if the rain came back and he had to run back to his car in the rain then so be it. Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket he dialled her number with the lightest of touch on the keys. It was answered immediately.

“Hello, James. I’ll guide you to my apartment.” It was the same soft voice he had heard before and sounded so welcoming.

Shortly afterwards, less than a minute, he was standing at her door, anxiously waiting to enter. It was only a few seconds before it opened, just enough for him to fit through, and he heard her voice.

“Please come in.”

He stepped inside, heard the door close behind him, and felt hands on his shoulders.

“Let me help you off with your coat.”

He shrugged it off his shoulders and then saw her for the first time as she walked over to the coat stand. In his mind he pursed his lips and whistled. Blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue eyes, accentuated by dramatic eyeshadow, shone. She was wearing a tailored jacket with a matching pair of trousers and a red silk scarf. A pair of red shoes, matching her scarf, with five inch rapier thin heels, brought her eyes up to almost level with his. She looked fantastic but he did wonder why she was wearing the suit?

“You look just like the photos in your gallery,” he said, feeling more excited than before he’d entered her apartment. “Except better.”

“Thank you. Would you take your clothes off, please, and show me what I have to play with.” There was laughter in her voice and it was obvious it was a standard phrase she used to make a client feel comfortable.

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She watched, with undisguised interest, as he sat in the chair she had indicated to remove his shoes and socks. From the moment he had stepped inside she had taken an instant liking to him. He was reasonably good looking, not handsome but certainly not ugly, and he looked as if he was in decent shape. She stifled a laugh when she saw his Mickey Mouse socks, although somehow she wasn’t surprised, and wondered if his underwear matched. He stood to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head, ruffling his steel grey hair in the process. She was a little disappointed when he slid down his pants and his underwear didn’t match his socks, but she wasn’t disappointed with what was revealed.

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“When was the last time you masturbated?” she asked him.

“I don’t masturbate,” he replied, quietly.

“So you’ve saved all this for me?” She cupped his balls in one hand while she stroked his already engorged manhood with the other. The warmth in her hands coupled with the gentle squeezing of his sac started the process for the end result. His heart didn’t want her to stop but his brain didn’t want him to come over her carpet. Although he wondered if she would catch the cum in her hand or wrap her red lips around his shaft.

“Looks like it,” he replied, with a big grin, as she released him and the crisis was averted. Only just in time, he thought, he was very close.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” She stroked his cheek with her palm, her voice sincere as she uttered the compliment.

“It has been said, quite often, it’s my best attribute.” He tried to keep the pride from his voice, to keep his ego in check, but was not entirely successful. He wasn’t a vain person, constantly searching for a mirror, but who can resist a compliment? Even if the smile of satisfaction is held within.

“I don’t think so. But it’s a close second to what I had in my hand. What do you think of my outfit? she said, twirling around. “Do you think it looks good on me?”

“I honestly think anything would look good on you. It looks very businesslike.”

She detected a note of disappointment in his voice, which canlı bahis was what she was looking for and what she expected. “You expected something more…revealing…sexier?”

“It is sexy,” he responded, truthfully. “Sometimes wearing more is better than wearing less, depending on what you wear. But I was expecting you to be wearing —.”

“Less?” she said, with a broad smile. “Something more like this?” She unbuttoned her jacket, letting it slide off her shoulders onto the floor, revealing a purple and blue bustier struggling to contain her luscious white breasts, in sharp contrast to the red silk scarf around her neck. As his eyes widened she smiled and, pouting her lips, asked, “would you like to see more?”

“Yes, please. I’m keen to see what else you have in store for me,” he replied, with a cheeky grin.

She took hold of her trousers with both hands and, in theatrical fashion, ripped off her trousers in one, smooth, movement revealing stockings held up with a garter belt. He went from a smile to mentally lusting after and ravishing her. He couldn’t move. He just stood there, admiring the beautiful body stood before him.

While he was still in a semi-trance she pushed him back against the wall, pressing herself up against him, moulding his body to hers, and captured his lips with her own. Soft and delicious, he melted in her arms, as she penetrated his mouth with her tongue, intertwining his with her own. Their fingers interlocked as she held his hands, pressed against the wall, either side of his head. Pulling her head back she inquired, “are you enjoying yourself? Have we got off to a good start?” His smile answered her questions.

He pulled his hands free, encircling her with his arms, holding her tight against him, feeling the warmth of her body against his, his shaft feeling the moistness of her cunt. Keeping her held to him with one arm, he stroked her with the other, moving gently over her breasts, spinning round her nipple with his fingers, the smooth silkiness of her stomach, until his hand found its target. He stroked between her thighs with his fingers, spreading the dampness all around his target, and then smoothly inserted a finger inside.

She instinctively raised up on her toes, and he felt her breath as she expelled her lungs. He explored and felt her juices as they ran down his fingers. He pulled her into him. Holding her close. Refusing to allow her to move. Their lips locked together as the orgasm raced through her body. He refused to be satisfied. In this moment she was his, he was in control, and he would prolong her pleasure for as long as he could support her body, as she shuddered, with one orgasm after another possessing her as his deft and experienced finger did its work. His left arm crushed her to him, her breasts soft against his chest, held close by bonds of passion, her juices coating his hand. Finally he gave in and eased his grip, removing himself from her and sucked her juices from his fingers.

“You bastard…that was…that was…” She struggled to find the words. “You know how it was.” She looked up at him, the pleasure still showing in her eyes.

“I was tempted,” he said, “to not stop. To keep going until you were too weak to stand.”

She looked at him, not in annoyance, but with disbelief this mild mannered man was displaying a masterful side. “You’ll regret saying that. Just you wait.” But she said it with a smile.

She lowered herself onto her knees, taking his length between her red lips, and he felt the warmth as he grew inside her mouth. Inch by inch she allowed him access until he was all the way in. She eased him out, grazing his skin with her teeth, until she only held two inches before taking him back. She sucked in her cheeks, holding him tightly each time, and he felt her saliva around him as each time she sucked she drew him back into her mouth. Suddenly she released him completely, licking around his head, penetrating his urethra with the tip of her tongue. She took him in her mouth again, but only the first few inches, again grazing his skin with his teeth, feeling his body shiver as the pleasure weaved through him. He gasped as she did it again. As her teeth approached his glans she stopped, gently gripping him with her teeth. She took hold of him at the base of his shaft, encircling him with fingers and thumb unable to meet.

“What are you doing? What are you waiting for?” His inquiry sounded both uncertain and suspicious.

She bit down. Not hard. But enough to hurt and got the reaction she wanted as his cry round the room. She was quickly on her feet, her hungry mouth on his until they had to separate to breathe.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” she said, with a look of glorious satisfaction. His expression told her she was right. “Close your eyes. I have a present for you.”

She sat down in the leather armchair.

“On your knees and crawl to me, Slave.”

As he complied she swung a leg over each arm of the chair exposing her shaven temptation. His eyes were firmly fixed on his kaçak iddaa desire and she watched as he licked his lips in anticipation.

“See anything you like, Slave?” Her words rang with laughter at the rhetorical question. A mixture of sarcasm and mirth. He just looked up and smiled.

“Well, get on with it. I haven’t got all day,” she commanded.

Within an instant his face was buried within her thighs, his tongue searching for her perineum, making its way slowly upwards. She shivered in anticipation of him sucking her clit but it never happened. He wanted to keep her balanced between ecstasy and frustration. His tongue moved back down and he licked around her rosebud before forming his tongue into a point and penetrating her. He could feel her frustration building, her wanting him, needing him, to move back to the centre of her wetness.

Eventually he decided he’d made her wait long enough. His tongue crawled across the small distance between the two orifices until it reached its ultimate, intimate, moist target. He pulled back to admire what he loved in every woman. So pink and welcoming with the sheen of her desire already present. He couldn’t resist inserting his nose, drawing her scent into him. Easing back slightly he inserted his tongue, ever so slowly, in between her lips and then licked along the pathway to her clit. Again and again, and every time she shuddered, not wanting him to stop, not wanting to lose the feeling.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, gently sucking her in, releasing and then sucking her in again. She lifted her legs onto his shoulders, gripping his head between her thighs, grasping his hair, pulling him into her. She began to lose control of her body, and he wrapped his arms around her legs, holding her tight as her thighs crushed his head, to make sure they didn’t lose contact as one orgasm after another ripped through her body. Eventually, he felt her collapse, unable to handle the frenzy. He smiled, as she pushed her damp hair back from her face, and she smiled back.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he said, with his usual grin.

“Maybe just a little,” she said, not attempting to hide the irony in her voice. “Follow me. Right now I want you on the bed. Flat on your back.” Once he was in position she tied his hands to the bed head and his feet to the bottom of the bed leaving him spreadeagled and totally at her mercy. “Do you like tie and tease?”

“Yes, please,” he eagerly replied.

“That might happen. Or it might not. I’ll have a think about it. I might resist the temptation. Who knows?” With that she walked away, through the doorway, and out of sight.

“Hey, where are you going? Come back. What’s happening?” His cries went unheeded as he struggled against his unrelenting bonds, desperate to try and see what she was doing. The seconds ticked by and then the minutes and the only sound breaking the silence were his cries asking where she was. It was several minutes before she returned and posed in the doorway.

“What do you think?” she said, twirling round and then posing with hands on hips.

“That’s different. You look very …” he responded, his manhood echoing his words as it quickly grew in anticipation.

“I know,” she replied, interrupting and looking at his erection. “You don’t have to say any more. It’s clear you like what you see.”

She had changed into a red latex body suit, complete with cat woman mask, and red leather over the knee boots with silver stiletto heels.

“I’m the evil mistress you love to be afraid of. I’m the witch who is in control of your mind and body. The one to whom you will submit fully. The one who will use you as she wishes to satisfy her desires.” She turned her back to him and bent over revealing the slit in the suit and her orifices, both waiting eagerly for attention. “Now keep quiet or you will regret it.”

“Yes, Mistress Saffyre.”

“Good boy. You’re learning. But I said be quiet.” She slapped his cheek with the hand enclosed in a red leather glove, buttoned at the wrist. “Now hold your tongue until I say you can speak.” She climbed on to the bed, straddled his chest, reached behind her, took hold of his erection, positioned him at her entrance, and sank down in one smooth movement.

“Role play time. Okay?” He nodded his assent. “Good boy. I haven’t given you permission to speak. A burglar has broken into your house, tied you up, and wants what’s in your safe. She needs the combination. She intends to get that information by using the most powerful weapon she has. Her cunt! That’s what you asked for. Correct? You may answer.”

“You look and sound exactly what I asked for,” he said with a happy grin. Raising his voice for effect he shouted, “so do your worst, you evil bitch,” as he made a pretence of struggling against his restraints.

The tone of her voice changed. The words that came from between her clenched teeth were harsh and demanding.

“Give me the combination for the safe!” She spat out the words, fully into character.

“No!” His kaçak bahis teeth were gritted in defiance.

“I said…give me…the combination…for the safe!” There was no lessening in her tone. No allowance for the role she was playing. Anyone observing, anyone looking in through the window, would think it real and call the police.

“And I said NO!” he said, trying to lift himself up.

She tightened her muscles around him, rose up and descended, the softness of her sex bringing him closer. She stretched out and grasped his throat, careful not to squeeze his carotid arteries. She didn’t want him passing out on her.

“Give me the combination to the safe,” she said, tightening her grip.

“You won’t do anything. I’m no good to you dead.” His hoarse response defiant.

She leaned forward, inches from his face, sucked in her cheeks, and spat in his face. She glared down at him, and again spat in his face. “Open your mouth.” When he hesitated she squeezed the sides of his mouth inwards, forcing it open. The spit and saliva dripped from her lips into his open mouth. She held his neck with both hands, squeezing hard, watching as he struggled to breathe, his wrists pulling against his bonds, desperately seeking to be free. But he still refused to give in.

She leaned forward, bending down until they were nose to nose. “Have you ever fucked a woman in the arse?” she said, quietly.

“Once or twice.”

Sitting back up she took hold of him again and positioned him at her entrance. He slipped inside her with ease and felt the difference between the two orifices. She sat on him, motionless, her only action to squeeze and release in a steady rythmn. Crossing her arms she smiled down at him but remained silent.

“What are you going to do now?” he pleaded, in a plaintive voice, keeping in character as the terrified victim.

“Whatever I want,” she giggled. Suddenly she lunged forward, her hands covering his nose and mouth, watching him struggle for breath. Watching his eyes widen in terror. “I’m an expert safecracker,” she informed him. “It might take me an hour, or perhaps longer, to get into it but I will. I’ve never come across a safe that’s defeated me.” She lifted her hands away, allowing him to breathe. So I don’t need you alive. But it will be better for you if you just give me the combination.” Once again she took his throat in her hands, squeezing hard, as if she really did intend to kill him and he momentarily wondered if she realised how hard she was squeezing.

“2…9…20…3…8.” The words, almost incoherent, escaped with difficulty.

She released her hands and began to grind on his cock, as he sucked the air back into his lungs.

“I really enjoyed the role play. It’s not something I normally do and I’m grateful to you for persuading me to try it. I think I’ll experiment more with it in the future. Not with all clients, of course, just the ones I think will like it. I’ll have to think of different scenarios.”

She smiled down at him, seeing the enjoyment on his face, and he in return seeing her satisfaction. She felt his desire begin to build, his attempting to rise from the bed and thrust further into her, his breathing increasing. That was the moment when she rose, moved back to sit on his legs, grasped his shaft firmly at the base, and squeezed. Her hand tightened around him, her knuckles white, as she refused him and his desire disintegrated.

“That’s…that’s…it’s not fair…why?” The watering of his eyes stirred a reaction within her. Satisfaction of being successful in what she was doing.

“I wanted to show you who is in charge,” she laughed. “To show you men, all men, are controlled by their cock. Not their brain!”

“But I didn’t deny you,” he cried, plaintively. “I only said I was tempted.”

“Well, I was tempted and temptation won. Tough on you.” She made no attempt to stifle the laughter spilling out of her. “Let’s try it again and see what happens. Perhaps you’ll get lucky this time.” He wasn’t sure what her smile meant. Was it a ‘Yes’ or a ‘No’?

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She mounted him quickly and thrust all of him inside her cunt, rising until only his tip was inside her, tightening herself, engulfing him again and again. She knew this wasn’t going to be difficult. This was going to be quick. The eroticism he still felt from the feel of her hands around his neck would speed the process. She would have him empty before another minute had elapsed. She knew he would hold on for as long as he could, with his fingers gripping the restraints, and as he fought back determined not to let her win, until he would no longer be able to deny himself. She could feel the inevitable was about to happen. She drove him fully inside her, again and again, keeping the pressure on his pulsing shaft until she knew he was empty.

After his release was complete she removed herself and watched him shrink. To his surprise her tongue emerged and swirled around his shaft. Her lips covered it and her tongue continued its work. Unbelievably he began to grow, although not to the same extent, and she took his entire length in her mouth. Not once did her eyes break their connection with his. He raised himself up on his elbows and watched in silence until he felt he had to speak.

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