It all began, as it so often does, with an email. But this time, it felt different. One line stood out:
"... You were highly recommended to us by an acquaintance!"
A curious statement, one I rarely encounter in such a direct manner. I read on.
"... We will be flying from Delhi to Hamburg for a business trip and would like to book your time for a night."
My interest was piqued.
"... our interest in your services is very specific. We have been informed that you offer exactly what we are looking for." The email ended with some logistical details.
Intrigued, I immediately hit reply.
"Dear REDACTED, I am pleased to hear that my reputation has reached as far as India and would be delighted to provide you with the full spectrum of my offerings. I assume you are familiar with my tribute, and I am very keen to learn more about the specific services you seek." I concluded with some organisational notes and pressed send.
The response arrived swiftly. They were a married couple; she, the dominant force, and he, despite being a powerful and influential businessman by day, a pathetic and grovelling slave by night.
I immediately understood my role in this encounter, and had she seen the devilish grin on my face, she would have undoubtedly approved. Our correspondence continued, finalising the details, and we agreed to meet in the lobby bar of their hotel.
Her last message ended with, "Do not worry about recognising us. You will!"
The day approached quickly, and I must admit, my excitement was unusually high for someone in my line of work.
I arrived at the hotel and opened the boot of my car just as the doorman hurried over to collect my luggage. His eyes widened at the sight of my rather large case, typically used for an electric guitar.
"Oh, a musician?" he remarked.
"In a way!" I grinned, leaving him puzzled.
"I will be staying the night. Please park my car," I handed him the keys and stepped into the hotel.
The lobby was grand, as expected from such an establishment. It took only a second for me to spot my clients. Indeed, they were impossible to miss!
As I moved toward them, I took in every detail. She sat confidently, radiating dominance in a black latex corset and trousers, her dark hair cascading freely. Her age, indeterminate. Beside her sat a slim, well-groomed man in a black suit, a large black collar with a silver ring around his neck - a stark contrast to her presence.
They had clearly seen me too and waited patiently. I approached them and greeted them with a "Good afternoon." They both smiled and gestured for me to join them.
A waiter approached, and I ordered my usual - Kir Royale.
As the waiter left, she leaned toward her husband and said, "Go to the room and get ready for us."
"Yes, Mistress!" he replied, then turned to me, "Your luggage?"
"A duffle bag and a guitar case," I responded, turning my attention back to her, engaging in light conversation.
We spent the next hour chatting, enjoying our drinks. We had all night, after all!
When we finally entered their suite, we were greeted by the sight of her husband, naked and kneeling on the floor, holding an envelope out in front of him.
"Your tribute," she said as her husband stretched up, ensuring I did not have to bend too low to take it.
I placed the envelope with my belongings, which had been carefully arranged, my case opened and ready for play.
"Ball gag!" she commanded, and I smiled, achieving the non-verbal communication I had intended.
"Do you have a ball gag?" she asked, her tone softer now.
"Of course," I replied, retrieving one and applying it to the slave.
With the crack of a riding crop, she began the session.
I grabbed the slave by the throat and dragged him to one of the bedposts, handcuffing him securely. What followed was a symphony of cracking whips, the sharp impact of my flogger, and pure, sadistic delight.
Time passed as we unleashed ourselves upon the slave. Eventually, she took the keys from me and released the handcuffs.
"Lie on the bed!" she commanded her slave.
"I will be back in a moment, make yourself comfortable," she said to me in a much gentler tone before disappearing into the bathroom.
Moments later, she reemerged - a sight to behold. She had exchanged her latex outfit for an underbust leather corset and a matching lingerie set, both accentuating her well-maintained figure.
She lay down on her back, atop her slave, looked at me, and in a soft tone, commanded, "Fuck me!"
"With pleasure!" I responded.
The night was long and filled with exquisite moments. But this gentleman does not kiss and tell... at least not in such brief recounts!
All I will say is that this night was only the beginning of many such encounters - sent from India, with love!