I had always harboured a secret passion for tying the men that I dated up. It started long before I joined London escorts, and I guess it is part of my personal make up if you like. I am sure that many of the girls who work for London escorts harbour some sort of secret passion to play a little differently than other girls, and perhaps that is why so many of us decide to join duo escorts in the first place.
One night, after I had finished my London escorts shift really late, I popped into this late night bar. It was often used by London escorts who felt that they needed a drink after work. We sort of knew each other, and sometimes we even used to get together to have a chat about our working experience as London escorts. It was during one of these late night sessions I spotted him. He was middle age, but for a guy his age he certainly had enormous sex appeal, and I knew that I had to chat him up.
Do the men who hang out in this bar know that many of the single ladies come in are London escorts? I am not sure that they do, but if they did, it would not really matter. I never use that I work for a London escorts as a pick up line anyway, and I did not do so on this occasion neither. I merely went up to him, and started to chat letting him take a good luck at my rather ampel cleavage, and I soon realised that he was getting turned on by that delicate small bulge which appeared in his trousers. He couldn’t help it.
He probably thought that I was a little bit direct when I asked him if he would like to come home with me. So far, I had stayed away from mentioning anything about London escorts, but I thought I would up the game a little bit. “I work for a London escorts service” I whispered in his ear and I immediately noticed a flash of something in his eyes. Yes, I had finally got him, and he only seemed too happy to come home with me.
When we got back to my place, I went into my bossy London escorts mood and told him to take a shower. He seemed a bit surprised and it was a diversion really as I wanted to slip into my Mistress Suzi gear. When he came out of the shower, I was stood by the door with my small whip in my hand, dressed in thigh high boots and ready to go to work. I tied him despite his slight protests, and using ticklers to develop his full potential, I watched him rise to the occasion. That night I rode him as Mistress Suzi until he can could take it no more, and finally fell asleep still handcuffed and bound to my bed. He was a beautiful man, and the image of him sleeping all tied up is still on phone.