I never thought that my life would change like this - just by this one phone call.
You know, a lot of things come easily to me, even though I had to work hard and disciplined to maintain my reputation as a manager at CarIndustries, but it took me two weeks to pick up the phone and dial this number that my buddy had given me.
Now, in retrospect, I'm annoyed about the time I wasted, you don't get any younger, but I should tell you about it again.
Slowly I put the whiskey glass on the noble porcelain coaster, which my wife had given me for my birthday, and typed the phone number into my mobile phone.
"BB Escort. You've reached Kristin. How may I help you?"
"Good evening Kristin, I'd like to book a woman for next weekend."
"I'm very pleased to hear that. Have you already chosen a lady with us or can I help you with that?"
Though I hadn't really fallen on my head otherwise, I guess I hadn't really prepared for this conversation despite the long lead time. "This is my first call to you.
"Aren't you worried, Mr...?
"I'd rather not tell you my name.
"Our top priority is discretion. Everything you tell me will remain confidential. Only your wishes will be passed on to the lady of your choice. Would you like to tell me your first name?"
"With pleasure, yes. Thomas."
"Okay, Thomas, what exactly are you looking for for your dream weekend?"
"who knows what she's capable of and who I can be intimate with. Somehow, despite my successful career, I sounded like a student. But I still hadn't figured out why. Well, actually, if I was honest with myself, it did. I wanted to book not just sex this time, but more...
"We have over 70 attractive ladies to choose from, Thomas. Would you like to take a look at them yourself? Then I would ask you to visit our website at www.bb-escort.de."
Hm, he could do that.
"But perhaps you'd like to tell me in confidence exactly what it is you're looking for, Thomas? I will then choose the lady who is perfect for your dreams. What do you mean?"
That woman on the phone was good. She knew what I needed before I knew it. If everyone at BB Escort was so smart... "Okay, Kristin." I cleared my throat. "I'd like to be tied up." I kept quiet. And you didn't. Probably waiting for more. All right. "It must be done in the proper setting, dark, brutal. I want discretion, no interruptions, and I want the lady to know her craft. Leather, black, I want, and high boots. A little whip or something like that may be included. I want it to tingle from the start, you understand? I want an all-round role play and I want to be surprised by the appearance of the Domina. Yes. But she must look racy, long hair. I like to be surprised during sex, but I like it to be rough.
I overheard Kristin writing on a keyboard. "do you want to have this meeting in your town? At a BDSM studio?"
"Yes." That would be great.
Again, I heard Kristin typing. "We have just the dominatrix for you, Thomas."
"I'm glad." Now, at that moment, my mood suddenly improved. My heart began to beat faster in my chest with anticipation, something I had previously denied myself. I also thought it was great that Kristin stopped telling me about the lady and accepted my wish.
"Please tell me exactly when you would like to meet and for how long."
I gave Kristin the information and within a few minutes she had clarified with the dominatrix that the date in a BDSM studio was clear. Now I suddenly felt as if I was going on a hot blind date, fresh in love. A pleasant shiver ran over my body, although I actually knew exactly what to expect. Right? I hadn't felt such excitement in a long time.
"May I tell you the name of your lady, Thomas?"
"Samantha is looking forward to seeing you and will give you some unforgettable hours."
"I would be delighted."
"I need a 200 euro deposit for the studio and your mobile number, please.
"My number's the one I'm calling from and I'd like to pay in advance by credit card."
"Wonderful, thank you. Unfortunately, there's a 10% processing fee for credit card payments. You could pay cash at the meeting or you could pay in advance by wire transfer."
She told me the total price and I already opened my bank account on the screen to pay. "No, that's not necessary. The money is already on its way."
"Thank you, Thomas. If anything unforeseen happens, we will discreetly text you and ask you to call us back. Do you have any questions?
"No, I don't think so.
"Well then, have a wonderful time with Samantha and maybe see you soon, Thomas.
Wow, I actually did it. Now all I had to do was wait two days until I would finally, finally do what I had been dreaming of for years.
I entered a small, bright hallway and told the bouncer my first name. He gave me a friendly nod and opened a wooden door with iron fittings. I walked down a pompous round archway towards discreet music and the babble of voices. The black stones on the walls looked oppressive, but the large mirrors with the golden frames were inviting. Candles flickered in ancient holders and my extra polished shoe soles made no noise on the clean red velvet. I had asked for discretion, parked on a secluded parking lot and was allowed to use this side entrance. My pulse was already racing with tension and curiosity. But nobody had told me how it should go on now. In a muffled corridor I stopped and turned to the room doors.
Suddenly an opaque leather cloth lay in front of my eyes from behind. At the last moment I saw a tall, slim woman in a sexy chain-corset outfit standing behind me in the mirror opposite. Her long dark hair surrounded her face hidden behind a mask. It was no coincidence that I could see her for a short time. This near mugging got my blood pumping.
Her fingers glided gently down my arms, then grabbed firmly and I felt handcuffs on my back around my joints. Caught! My pulse went out of control. My cock began to twitch greedily.
"I'm Samantha," she breathed hot into my ear from behind. "You're mine now."
Here, this is where I was meant to be.
I'll fade out now, because I'm sure you want to be surprised as much as I did.
But I can say one thing, my expectations have been exceeded by far. It was a first-class experience that I will never forget. I will never forget Samantha and her art of pampering me the way I need to be pampered in order to take me away from everyday life.
Three weeks later, once again I am sitting at my desk in the evening and working, while my thoughts often wander to Samantha and my hot, crazy and incredible experiences with her, my office door opens. Julia comes in and puts a note on my keyboard.
The credit card bill.
My circulation suddenly slows down and heat comes up inside of me. It's a disaster. Since when does my wife look at my statements? How does she know who the recipient is? Jesus, does she want a divorce? I love her. But she can't satisfy my deepest, darkest desires. She's a vanilla. I swallow hard and look up to her.
Her expression makes me wonder. I read a little sadness in her eyes, but also a deeply hidden fire that I have never seen before. A thousand thoughts haunt my mind, but no question or justification comes out of my mouth.
Julia pulls her smartphone out of her trouser pocket. Does she want to call our lawyer to inform him of our divorce? She flips through a few pages, and then she hands me the display.
My heart slips in my pants until I realize what I'm looking at. Her credit card statement. That's how she knows. That's where she knows. She also had...
As I look up, a magical smile glides over Julia's beautiful face. She picks up her mobile phone and goes to the door, but turns around again. "A dominatrix, right?"
I nod, but I don't have any spit to speak with. This can't be... We have all these years... My wife wants...
"I knew it. I'll book us one at BB next weekend, so clear your schedule."