Sleeping with a Friend

"Kevin Bacon"

All of my clients went by a name that I had given them. Sine I loved movies, they were named after actors. Their specific desires are what helped me name them, and to remember the s****l pleasure they wish me to bring them, They all either lived deep or around the city. My high end clients I liked to maintain discretely. I always followed Madame Sanguin's rules, and never mix business with pleasure outside of the fantasy I had created for them.

As the Uber driver had continued to glance at me in my "uniform" while seated in the backseat. "Kevin" was always pleased when I appeared wearing high heels, and it was usually the higher the better. He enjoyed torture bondage. He was pleasured but the uncomfortable and painful positions I would leave him in during. This punitive form of bondage varied greatly, but "Kevin" was an ass and foot man. My fishnet stockings had started to leave imprints into the skin on my legs. I had worn the black trench coat I had recently purchased. That thing was always able to cover up what little clothes I would wear individually depending on the circumstances required for that evening. My lips were painted a deep crimson, and my black sequined mask hid my true identity. The expression of the Uber driver, I could tell that he was trying to contemplate who or what I was, just as much as what I was going to tonight.

"Do you like what you see>: I asked. He immediately adjusted himself in the ront seat, laying it off that he was cool, calm, and collected. The question left him speechless, and uncomfortable. My tainted lips began to creep into a smile, as I tried to ease him into comfort. He was an older man, slightly balding with groomed salt and black colored facial hair. He was dressed in a button down recently ironed shirt with a cardigan sweater on top. I had peaked his curiosity, and it was apparent that he had never seen anyone like me ever in his life. " Are you going to a festive costume party? Because your look is very intriguing and alluring." He was well spoken and polite, which made me think that he was in a high ranking position in the work that he did, but recently retired. I always found myself these das reading people. It was a game for me, a test for myself, making sure I was till attentive of the people who surrounded me throughout life. "No, no party. it's for something a bit deeper then that. How is retirement treating you? I'm sure driving for Uber seemed like something that could spice up you life and give you a little excitement since you've been home. It drives you crazy." His eyes widened with surprise and his lips quivered in shock, At first he asked me if was a psychic of some sort, but then he started licking his lips was a stall tactic giving himself some time to come up with a follow up question. "How did you know. Were you in one of my classes at the college? I never though retirement would be so boring." I smiled in a satisfying was, I was right on all counts. Just said that I was good at observing people.

I knew by this conversation that I had distracted him from his duty of driving because we almost drove r right passed the huge skyscraper. As I started to scooch myself and my black leather briefcase I need to in the heels I had on, "Well Francis, this had been a pleasing ride, and I will definitely be giving you a five star rating. This job will give you the spice your lacking during retirement, Enjoy your evening and I hope o be your passenger one day in the near future." As I closed his door, I heard the window being rolled down. "Miss! Ah, Miss!" I stopped and turned to face him once more. I walked back to his car, He gave me his card and told me that he would be available to be my own chauffeur if I needed him to be I took his card and smiled. I told him I would think it over, and that I really did like his style since he did drive me in a Cadillac.

I sensed he watched me and I made my way to the lobby of the building. I hater wearing leather., it always made me sweat a littler more then what I was comfortable with. I took my time walking through the lobby, and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, I still had five minutes, which was enough time to take the elevator.

I don't sleep with my clients, although there have been many times that they had offered me more money to do so, but I wasn't a prostitute and never felt comfortable. "Kevin" had wanted to take this farther, and have a relationship. It had been too long since I ever had a relationship. It had been seven years since my near marriage, and when that ended in disaster I didn't want to take my chances with anyone again, Tis actually scared me. I wasn't sure if I knew how to be in one at all. With all the bad relationships I had, I swore to shut everyone out. At times I never thought I would be capable to love someone, or to have someone love me.

I watched the numbers jump from floor to floor until it landed on the sixty fifth floor, and he doors opened. "Kevin" was a very rich man, he was a multi millionaire and had his hands in all kinds of trades and corporations. I never asked what he did, and he ever really divulged that information. " Kevin was an organized submissive. He needed order, everything had it's place. I would disrupt this order when I would leave things out of place, or disorganized his straight lines.

I made my way down to his apartment, and opened the door. He would leave it pen when he would await my arrival. His taste was a bit industrial, contemporary, and cold. He was at times difficult to read, but the most that I knew, he was a lonely child. Wacted by nannies and butlers much of his younger years, he would act out to receive any attention from his parents, who were never really in the picture. I could relate to him about the subject of never feeling love. Although the difference was, he had the money to buy it, where I could not. Steel, gun metal gray, black and white were the repetitive colors that he surrounded himself with, although there was the occasional accent of the flowers he would have delivered when he made appointments to see me. Lilacs were my favorite, and always had them there for me, they made the gloomy residence smell so sweet. he left the fireplace burning in the living room, as I took my trench coat off, and made sure he could hear my heels on the floor as I made me way up the stairs to his bedroom.

As I reached the top of the steps I made my way to the bathroom, checking the shower was still wet, and that there were damp towels present. And he followed my orders thus far. I took a few steps until I reached his bedroom. He laid face down on the bed, with his toes pointed to the floor, and his hands sitting palms up. I glance over to he night table and saw a glass of bourdon on ice sitting there. " I said nothing about a drink," I wasn't sure if that was meant for me, or for himself, but this will not work in his favor, this will bring him additional punishment. I dug my nails into his skin starting with his feet up his legs, over his ass cheeks before I stopped. I watched as he wiggled at the touch. I heard him mumble. "Yes Mistress Ziva."

I grabbed his ankles and yanked him to the bottom of the bed. He stayed completely still. Leaving him there, as I walked to the velvet closest, which is mine and mine alone. He never went in there, and it's where I kept all of the toys I have acquired for him and our playtime. I am the only one with a key, and I opened the door. I ran my hands over the toys I would be using this evening. I took the ankle cuffs, the thigh cuff spreader, a collar with a leash, a blindfold, and the cat tails leather hand whip, " did my new present arrive?" As I made my way back to the bed, I placed the ankle cuffs around his ankles and tied them to the posts at the bottom on the thigh cuff spreader. okay, this one comes with explanation. This device cuffs your wrists to you thighs, and spreads your thighs apart. I use this when I don't feel like cuffing his wrists to the bed. As he was cuffed and confined, he turned his head to the right to answer my questions. "Yes Mistress Ziva. It is sitting in the chair." His voice never shook, and he was clear wit his answers. "You are still being punished for the bourbon."

He turned his head back into the bed, and awaited his further instructions. I opened the box, and found the ball stretcher with a leash. This does not need an explanation, it is exactly what it sounds like I placed the blindfold over his eyes, spreading his legs apart, and finished with locking the collar around his neck. I drug the tails of the whip over his ass cheeks, and kissed his lower back, I herd hi hiss with pleasure. I ran my finger from that kiss and slid it between his ass cheeks and into his ass crack. Again I heard him hiss with pleasure. He squirmed with anticipation and excitement. I pulled at the leash and lifted his head from the pillow. I stood up on his bed, before I sat myself in front of his face and rested it sitting into my p***y. I balanced myself and pushed off of his shoulders. I let my shoes fall to the floor, and pressed my toes against the cheeks of his face. "Open you mouth," I ordered him, He followed my orders and opened his mouth, as I outlined his lips with my toes, before I placed them on his tongue. "I know what you want to do to the,. I give you permission." I immediately felt his tongue running over and under my toes. I felt his teeth graze my skin. I pulled my foot from his mouth, and rested it on his forehead, before I allowed him to do the same to my other foot. I removed the blindfold from his eyes and allowed him to see me sitting spread eagle in front of him in the center of his bed. I saw his eyes widen with joy, and I knew that I was pleasuring him and his imagination.

"No smiling," I ordered him as I smacked him in the forehead, before I slid off of his bed. I walked back to the velvet closet and grabbed a bottle of lube and a strap on. I once again kissed his lower back and tickled his ass crack with the finger. He started to squirm with anticipation as he felt the lube being applied to the inside of his ass cheeks. I separated them, and allowed him to feel my tongue outline his anus. Again, I heard him moan and kiss through his teeth. I started to loosen his anus with my finger, working the lube around until I was able to slide a finger inside. I felt the muscles around his anus loosen, and he began to open up. I lathered the lube into the strap on c**k. It's roughly about four inches in length, and about three inches in girth. This is a bit larger then the strap on he had become accustomed to me using before. I rubbed the c**k of the strap on between his ass cheeks and steadied myself behind him hearing him moan once more. "This happens when you do not follow my directions. " I slowly pushed the toy into his ass, and heard him growl low and whimper slightly. I slid in and out of him at a slow pace, as I watched his body slide back and forth against the sheets. grabbed his shoulders and pull him up close r to my body, with the c**k of the strap on still inside of him I moved my hands and wrap them around his waist, and massage his c**k. I thrust more into his ass, and quickened the movement of my hands on his c**k.

"I give you permission to voice your pleasure." As though he had been holding his breath he let out a huge exhale of air. I heard him pant his breaths as though he was the person doing the f*****g. I heard him utter words. "f**k yeah... Oh god... Yes.. I love..." I felt as though he is on the verge of climaxing, and I stopped all movement at once. I unhooked the strap on, and removed my hands from his c**k. I reached for the new toy the ball stretcher, and wrapped his balls up tight. As I held onto the leash I made my way back onto his bed. While I lay on my back, and my legs spread far apart, I brought my feet up and began to stroke his c**k. His c**k was still lathered up in lube, and my feet are gliding along his shaft easily. I caught his eyes moving from my feet rubbing his c**k, to my eyes and my body. His hands still attached to his thighs, and he made fists with every stroke I made. I sensed if he wasn't confined he would want to lay on top of me and ravish me and bring me to orgasm. There have been moments to where I thought about allowing it to happen. "Kevin" was in his late thirties, with a tone, tan, and fit body. His eyes were frown and speckled with amber bits. His facial features were chiseled from stone. Only when he was highly aroused, would I get a warm reaction from him. Before and after our meetings, he was very cold and calculated. But right now, they were completely fixated on me and yearning to f**k, I knew when he wanted to touch me, f**k me, lick me, and practically eat me alive.

His body had begun to shudder, so I knew he was lose to climax, I immediately stopped. He bit his lip and struggled to keep himself contained. It had been an extra week that we had not had a meeting together. He was away on a business trip that took longer then he had anticipated. Our meetings were at least once a week, although as I said before, he has tried to make it permanent and daily.

I stood up on the bed one more. My panties and p***y were at face level for him. As I rubbed my fingers through his hair I was able to balance myself and rest my left leg over his right shoulder, and grinded my p***y on his face. "Kevin" is the only client that I have this kind of contact with, and it's mainly just my tongue, my mouth my fingers, or the occasional p***y rub. But nothing is bare, there are always clothes covering me whenever I give him permission to touch me. I thought that his feelings for me grow by ach meeting, because I'm something he couldn't buy. We have a relationship, a business relationship that he grown into a trust over the years.

I adjusted my position on the bed so I am laying on my stomach in front of him, his balls are still wrapped up in the ball stretcher, and I tugged at the leash, watching the loose skin o his balls stretched and his sack turned a pretty shade of red. He winced his eyes as he looked down and watched me do this. I eased his pain as he felt the saliva of my tongue touch his c**k, and my tongue licked at his tip. I got a little taste of pre0um ooze onto my tongue, and I allowed him to feel my lips rub against his shaft. I took his c**k into my hands and began to stroke him once again. I kissed his stomach, chest, n*****s and neck. I now lay kneeling in front of him, so we were eyes level with one another. " I know you have a question. What is it ?" He licked his lips before he uttered the words I already knew he was going to ask. "May I c*m Mistress Ziva?" I continued to stroke, but I did not answer. My tongue licked at his war lobes and I heard him sniff my hair and perfume. I bit his ear lobe hard, but not to draw blood. "I am going to let that slide. But I will not forget. You want to um? That is what you asked me permission for is it not?"

His body began to shudder once more as he tried to contain his c*m inside until I gave him permission. I stopped stroking and slipped his c**k between my legs, gripping it between my thighs. I pressed my chest tight against his as I pulled on the ball leash and he leaned his head back in agony and ecstasy. I gave him an intense stare as I studied the expressions on his face. I saw the water build in his eyes from the torture of holding it in. I got close to his face so that my lips just barely touched his and my hot breath seeped into his mouth. I used my tongue and licked his lips, biting at his bottom lip. " Do you want to taste your c*m? Is that why you wish to ask permission?" His eyes were now intense and almost staring through me. I pictured releasing him from the thigh cuffs and having him grab me and toss me to the bed, tearing my panties off of my body, and sliding his c**k inside of me. Feeling his lips and tongue roaming all over my body.

"Mistress Ziva, may I c*m. I want to taste it. Please." With a slow blink of my eyes, I laid back onto the bed. I used my feet one more and continued to stroke his c**k. I felt his prick pulse as I said the words he had been wanting to hear. "You now may c*m. But if you make a mess, you will clean everything up with your tongue. Nod if you understand." He exhaled as I felt him erupt between my feet. A spray of white cream shot between my legs and onto my black laced corset. I took my fingers and wiped it from my bodice, placing it on my tongue I sucked the cream on them and smiled. Making sure that the watched every move I made. I loosened and removed his thigh cuffs and ball stretcher, but used the leash on his collar. Pulling him through my legs. I held his hair. "Put you tongue out." I demanded, and he obediently followed my directions. I drug him by his hair and allowed his tongue to move on my thighs, and onto the black lace of my corset where I had left a little of his c*m for him to taste. " Are you satisfied with how you taste?"

He nodded and I felt his hands grip around my thighs holding them tight and pulling me closer to his body. He looked into my eyes, and watched as I raised a brow and continued to watch him lick his c*m from my clothes. My p***y pulsed when I felt his hands so close into my inner thigh, so close to my p***y. I awaited him to speak the words that we use to end the meetings. But with a devilish grin he continued to lick and watch me to see if I was showing any signs of distress or if I had lost control of the situation. I moved myself back and with the leash still in my hand I yanked at it, and he straightened himself out. "Yes Mistress Ziva. I am satisfied." I feared that he read my eyes, and that I had come close and almost lost myself tonight. I slid myself off of his bed, and began to gather up the toys to clean and put back into their place in the velvet closet. "May I speak freely?" He asked with a tone of sincerity. I smiled and nodded. "Have you thought any more on my proposal?" I wiped off the toys and started walking back to the closet. The fact that he still referred to it as a proposal, like it's a contract that I needed to look over and agree to, I hated. Although, for some the offer stood that we were to be exclusive together, so that he would be my ONLY client. He wanted me to be his silent arm piece , where he would give me an allowance, with the provisions of being his mistress behind closed doors, and his "girlfriend" in the public eye. I would travel where ever and when ever he snapped his fingers. I felt like I would be his slave in the public eye, but he would be my slave behind closed doors. " I really wish you would reconsider. I am afraid of losing you and this." he lowered his head in defeat. This was the most vulnerable I had seen him ever. "You could have any woman you desired at you feet, waiting on your every work and every wish, far more beautiful then I am. What do you find so special about me?" When I didn't hear an immediate answer, I panicked. As I started to close and lock the closet door I had forgotten his collar, I turned to find him standing behind me close enough for me to feel his hot breath beating on my bare chest.

"There is only one problem with other women. They are not you. They cannot bring me what you bring me. The pleasure and the pain I require. No one understands me the way you do." As I took the collar from his neck, I placed it into the closet, and turned and locked the door. "I do not want anyone else. I want you, and only you. Those other women want me money, my fortune, and my celebrity. They will never be able to accept the real me, and what I would desire them to do to me. But you! You know my secrets and what I desire. I do not want to lose you ever." I have debated for sometime on the decision. And as good as his proposal sounded, it just wasn't for me. I didn't think he knew how to love, at least the kind of love that I missed. "I know how you feel. I know you offer will never leave the table, but I ma not the one for you. And how could you lose me? Ho can you lose something you never really had in the first place." My words stung but rang true. No matter how much reassurance someone can receive, doubt will always remain. I watched as he turned and walked to the bathroom, drawing the water for me to clean myself before leaving. He said nothing more the rest of the evening.

No sooner did I make it to my doorstep, Xander must have sensed and sent me a message.

"Home yet?"

I didn't forget to text, I hadn't made it through the door yet. As I put everything down and got ready to change clothes for the fourth time today. I quickly responded back so he wouldn't think something had happened.

"Just made it in the door. Did not forget."

It was reassuring to know that someone other then a client worried about me, but that was how he was for me. The next message I got was a picture of him in bed, with a paid of boxers on.

"Now get to bed."

AS I crawled into bed, I took a picture and sent it to him. I was wearing a pair of shorts and vintage Led Zepplin Stairway to Heaven t-shirt giving him a wink and a kiss.

"Way ahead of you."