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Im Nayeon swallowed hard as she sat in the back of the Uber, phone in hand, looking up the profile she'd been admiring every day for the last three months. She knew the pictures; she knew the words. But she still read it again and again anyway. Because today was the day. The day she would finally meet her.
Years of a marriage where the bedroom activity had fizzled out, and resentment had built. Years of private accounts used incognito to outlet her desires when she couldn’t even utter them out loud to another soul. Years of slow escalation that eventually resulted in her scouring a website for someone to finally fulfil the fantasies that had been stirring in her head for far too long. This didn't happen overnight. Nayeon had spent years cultivating a structured garden of lies and secrets that were about to blossom tonight. A night where she'd finally get to indulge the thoughts that she could previously only discuss with perverts online while she pretended to be someone else entirely.
Nayeon looked over the website where she'd spent considerable efforts reviewing every individual advertisement for escorts in her city that could meet her needs. It had taken time; there were a lot of girls in Seoul looking to make easy money lying on their backs. But that wasn't what Nayeon was looking for. No. She wanted someone specific. She wanted someone that would give her a night that could scratch the itches in her brain that she couldn't let go of. The things that embedded themselves into the back corners of her mind that she couldn't repress any longer.
She still remembered the day she found her profile. How she read it over and over a dozen times. How she looked at it every day for over a month before she finally built up the nerve to send an enquiry, and then didn't receive a response for over a week.
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ONE NIGHT ONLY - Japanese Fetish Domme - Incall Only
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 26
Height: 163cm
Ethnicity: Japanese
Language: Korean, Japanese, English
Category: BDSM, Fetish, For Men, For Women
About Me/Services:
NO FULL SERVICE/INTERCOURSE ON ME. No Girlfriend Experience.
One night only. Hotel Incall. Message me your submissive desires and we'll talk pricing. No list of services, custom experiences only.
Photos:
1. A small woman with black hair, face obstructed by her phone, stood in front of a mirror wearing black lingerie.
2. A collection of impact toys laid out on a table.
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That was it. The whole profile. Absolutely nothing. Most girls on this site had a million other attributes they'd disclose - weight, bust, eye colour, hair colour, comprehensive list of services and experiences with over a dozen photos in different positions and outfits. This woman didn't even have a fucking name.
And that's exactly what hooked Nayeon. Completely sucked in to the mystery as to who this woman even was. No flashy language trying to lure in clients, no promises of the greatest night of your life, no fucking girlfriend experience. Her profile screamed 'you're not worth my time'. Her profile screamed 'I don't need you'. Her profile screamed 'only contact me if you're ashamed of who you are'.
Fuck if I'm not ashamed of who I am.
Messages exchanged had been cold, transactional. There was no need for this woman to pretend to be anyone for Nayeon yet, she wasn't being paid. But even in the short responses, Nayeon felt something. Felt a pull. Felt like this was it, this was the woman.
The Uber stopped in front of the hotel the escort had chosen, and Nayeon stepped out of the car. It was nice. Nicer than Nayeon thought it would be for a place that allowed so much anonymity to pass through its doors. She looked down at her phone and read the instructions again, for the hundredth time it felt like, and made her way up the flight of stairs by the empty reception desk.
'Top floor. Room 12. It's private.'
I'd sure hope it is; I'm paying enough.
The ascent up the staircase felt simultaneously exciting and excruciating. Like every step was seeing Nayeon move closer and closer to a destiny that she had known was inevitable ever since she first watched those borrowed VHS tapes in the dead of night in her college dorm room. A destiny she'd tried to deny from herself for almost two decades but that she couldn't help but delve deeper into when she discovered that the internet housed more than just heterosexual, vanilla pornography. A destiny that she could only think of fulfilling, with no thoughts of what would come after this night.
Not that I care. Not after waiting this long.
As Nayeon saw the top of the staircase, she swallowed. It was hard. Her mouth was dry. She was so aware of every nerve in her body in this moment. Everything prickling, stinging, simmering. Waiting in bubbling anticipation for the heat to be turned up. The exit light above glowed with a final warning. Turn back now or forever be changed.
I want to be changed. I want to be reborn.
Nayeon stepped out of the stairwell and onto the top floor of the hotel. The lights were clinical; the floors were clean. There was only one way. She knew Room 12 would be the last one.
First corner.
She could feel her heart in her chest louder than the beat of a metronome.
Second corner.
She could feel her stomach twist tighter than the knot of sailor.
Third corner.
She could feel her breath hitch in the back of her throat like there was no more air left in the hallway.
Here it was. The only room around this corner. Room 12. Private, just like she said.
Reach out. Reach out. Open the door. She's inside. She's waiting for you.
Nayeon's hand grasped the handle. Nayeon's hand pressed it down with a click. Nayeon's hand pushed the door open.
The 38-year-old insurance appraiser stepped inside the hotel room, and was met with a short hallway that obstructed the wider room. At the end of the walkway was the soft glow of yellow light, and Nayeon announced her arrival as she slipped off her shoes.
"H-hello?"
A pause. A long pause. Nayeon felt sweat from on the back of her neck in the time it took for a short reply to fill her ears.
"Come in."
Nayeon exhaled, taking a step forward towards the sound.
She's real. She's real. She's real and she's here.
As the wider room came into view, it revealed a king-sized bed with crisp folded sheets, an armchair in the corner where a handbag was sat, two lamps fixed to the wall the only source of light in the space. And sat on the bed, draped in a dark silk robe and stockings, raven-black hair lightly waved and cascading down her front, face more delicate than any woman Nayeon had ever seen, was her. And fuck, she was beautiful.
"I- I'm Im Nayeon," Nayeon breathed, it's all she could say, her mind was going completely blank looking at the woman.
"I know," she replied, cold, expressionless, unreadable.
"Um, I- um-" Nayeon was grateful when the young woman on the bed raised a single finger, stopping her from speaking.
"Begin with business. Verbal contract," she started, speaking slow. Her Korean was good. Really good. Barely a hint of an accent. Focus, fuck, focus.
"You told me what you want. I'm going to give you that. One night. No second chances," the weight of the words were settling in to Nayeon's brain. She knew this. It was the most transparent part of the escorts profile. But now that she was here, now that these words were being said, it felt so much more real.
"You paid for overnight, we'll finish at 9am. We'll part at checkout at 10am. I stay unless you ask me to leave. I stay even if you use the safe word. Which is?"
"Traffic lights; red, yellow, green. Two fingers raised up or a double tap if I can't verbalise," Nayeon replied as if on instinct. Wanting to please this woman already. I'm so pathetic.
"Good. Now let me make one final thing clear," the woman sat up in bed, eyes serious, tone deadly, finger still raised as if to make a point that once it was lowered, they would begin,
"I do not do girlfriend experience. I will not play your girlfriend. I will not giggle and pretend you are funny. I will not fawn over you. I will not indulge conversation about your job, your family, your life. We engage in what we discussed in our messages. Is this clear to you?"
Nayeon nodded her head.
"Verbal contract. Verbal," the younger woman tilted her wrist forward half an inch, pressing what she expected in regards to obedience. Her tone was serious, expectant. A tone that made Nayeon itchy under her skin. A tone she wanted to hear more of. Please talk to me like I'm stupid. I'm so fucking stupid.
"It's clear. You're not my girlfriend," Nayeon breathed, cheeks pink, looking down in shame.
"Do you have any questions? Is anything unclear before we begin?" the young woman asked, prompting Nayeon to look back up at her.
"Can I- um, what's your name?" Nayeon hated how small her voice sounded in this moment. She felt so weak. So embarrassed.
The younger woman looked at her with a gaze that could pierce steel. So sharp and pointed Nayeon felt almost physical pain from the stare. Please don't look at me like that. Oh god, please do actually. I feel so fucking worthless right now.
"It's irrelevant, you won't be using it. Anything else?"
Dismissed. Like a fucking child.
Her name's not on her profile for a reason you fucking idiot. It's not about anonymity, it's about power. It's about fantasy. She's only what I want her to be. Oh god, she's everything I want her to be and we haven't even started.
"No," the older woman shook her head, feeling her brain growing fuzzy already. Feeling like she was already slipping into the side of herself she rarely got to explore outside of the online chat rooms. The side of herself that could only explore through auto-erotica because she could never bring herself to tell another flesh and blood human of her wants, let alone proposition them to act them out with her.
"Do you agree to the terms laid out? Do you agree to being my submissive tonight, within the confines of what we've discussed and established?" the younger woman held a stare so serious it made the older woman shiver. She was a professional. This wasn't an opportunistic hook up in the back of a night club bathroom. This wasn't a little fling from a dating app on a day she called in 'sick' to work. This wasn't a romantic tryst with someone met at a conference in Busan where they could pretend for a weekend they didn't have husband's waiting for them back home. This was a service. This woman was performing a service on Nayeon's dime. A service that the older woman entrusted to be seen out to its fullest extent tonight.
"I agree to the terms. I agree to being your submissive."
The woman on the bed smiled, and Nayeon felt her heart might just stop. It was the most gorgeous smile she'd ever seen her life. And she was certain that thought would cross her mind even if she saw this woman under totally different pretexts. She was stunning.
The woman turned her hand slow, creased her wrist, beckoned her finger.
"Come here pet, let Mommy undress you."
Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I've been waiting a lifetime for someone to say these words to me.
The older woman exerted all of the willpower in her body to move towards the bed. Everything inside her felt heavy, thick. But it was only a few steps. A few steps to the bed where she lay. Heavens most perfect angel.
She lifted her knees onto the bed and crawled towards the younger woman, her expression something a little less cold now. Not exactly warm, but certainly more inviting than it was a moment ago. The escort pointed to the spot by her side and Nayeon tried desperately to even out her breathing as she laid down beside her.
Nayeon's eyes wandered, taking in the subtle shape of the younger woman's body under the dark robe tied around her. She couldn't help but fixate on the limited skin that revealed itself on her chest. Skin pale, barely a hint of cleavage, dark moles interspersed in random spots that matched the ones above her lip and on the bridge of her nose. The older woman had already cemented all these spots to her memory. Reminders this was in fact a real woman laid out next to her, and not the byproduct of a dream.
"Eyes up, let's get a look at you," the younger woman said, voice gentle but laced with authority. An underlying hint of threat that almost begged for challenge.
Nayeon looked up at her, mouth open slightly to breathe, trying to appear at least somewhat in control of her own body this early in the evening. But the way the dark-haired woman looked at her was making it difficult to stay composed.
The escort inspected the features of the insurance appraiser, and Nayeon felt as though she were under the heat of a casting spotlight. As though this woman was looking over every individual pore, every individual hair. Looking over the woman who was paying her for a sex and deciding whether or not she really deserved it. Deserved her.
"Pretty. Take good care of yourself, don't you pet?" the woman complimented without fondness. As though it were just a fact. A fact she hadn't decided how much she liked.
Nayeon curled her lips and nodded before quickly stuttering,
"Y-yeah, I do."
The escort paused, small smile curled on her lips. Nayeon felt sweat on the back of her neck. It wasn't a kind smile.
"Finish that sentence properly for me."
The sweat on the back of Nayeon's neck cooled and she felt the impending dread settle in. She was about to cross the line between who she was and who she was about to be.
"I- I'm sorry, Mommy. I take good care of myself, Mommy."
The younger woman grinned, eyes flashed, and the older woman melted at the sight. Pride. That was pride. She's happy with that reply.
"Aren't you a smart little thing? Pretty voice too," the younger woman sat up properly and moved her hands to Nayeon's collar. The insurance appraiser had worn a simple button up blouse, a grey cardigan, black jeans. Nothing eye catching. Nothing worth keeping should anything be ruined in this process.
"Questions aren't rhetorical," brown eyes snapped up to meet wide ones as nimble fingers teased the top button of Nayeon's blouse, "Maybe not as smart as I thought."
Nayeon flushed red in embarrassment. Approval was lost far more easily than it was earned. She was being given grace right now. But that grace wouldn't continue for long.
"I'm sorry, Mommy. I'll be- I'll be good," Nayeon breathed as the escort began unbuttoning her blouse. The younger woman smiled to herself as the words drifted through the air.
"You don't know what it means to be good, pet," she hummed, spreading the fabric away with every button, as though impatient to see what was hiding underneath.
"Please teach me. Please."
Eyes flicked up and met Nayeon's. Another grin. A different grin, a different look. Something slightly feral. A little spark of interest. An indication that this woman had every intention of leveraging that sentence to its fullest. As if Nayeon were the one giving her permission to push the line of something that had barely begun.
"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves."
Eyes back to the blouse, finishing the final button. Nayeon's breath hitched as her shirt and cardigan were pushed open and milky skin was revealed under the glow of lamplight.
Earlier comments about how well Nayeon took care of herself didn't really need to be revisited. But it wasn't to say they wouldn't be earned. Nayeon looked good. Really good. Especially considering the frilly white cotton bra she wore that was covered in tiny yellow flowers. Too innocent in considering her age. Too innocent in considering the things she'd done up until this point. Too innocent in considering what she was paying for tonight.
"Pretty girl," the younger woman murmured, running a single finger down her frame from sternum to stomach. The compliment wasn't meant for Nayeon, obviously said to herself, but the older woman pressed it anyway.
"Thank you Mommy," she whispered, watching the escort's lips curl up at the sound escaping her. Pride again. Oh god, this is better than any drug I've ever taken.
The younger woman made easy work of removing the clothing from the older woman's frame, keeping her in her bra. She started on Nayeon's black jeans.
Popping the button.
I hope you like me. I hope you like this.
Pulling the zipper.
No one's ever seen me like this before. Please like this. Please like me.
Unfolding the denim.
A matching pair of frilled white panties covered in yellow flowers were revealed in a stark contrast to the dark hue of Nayeon's jeans. The younger women curled her lips as she pulled down the jeans and discarded them on the floor with the rest of the clothing. And now Nayeon lay on the bed, significantly more exposed than the escort.
Nayeon couldn't help herself, a need to show off to this woman enveloping her brain.
"Do you like it Mommy?"
It was a whisper, it was vulnerable.
"I do, baby girl."
Nayeon swallowed. Tested her luck for more.
"I bought it j-just for you."
The younger woman looked her in the eye, tilted her head slightly. Maybe curious? Was that the expression on her face?
"Talk a lot when you're nervous? Feel a need to fill space with the sound of your voice?"
Nayeon felt the burn on her cheeks creep up behind her eyes. Not just embarrassing. Humiliating. Touching a nerve that was the byproduct of a lifetime of being told to tone it down. Shut up. Shut up. Why can't I ever just shut up.
Nayeon nodded,
"Y-yes."
A pause. A pause that stretched too long. A pause that Nayeon had to sit in. A pause she knew she wasn't allowed to fill with words.
Smack.
The sound came before the sensation. In one millisecond a thousand thoughts rushed through Nayeon's head all at once.
And then, pain.
Warm, stinging pain on her inner thigh.
And before her body could figure out a reaction.
Smack.
Another one. The other thigh. Like dozens of needles sinking into her skin all at once.
And this time her body did writhe and her voice hitched in her throat.
"Are you a stupid girl?"
Blank. Only able to think of the pain. Work. Work. Come on. Respond.
"Yes," Nayeon exhaled through gritted teeth.
Smack, smack.
Both slaps on the outer edge of her thigh, same spot. Nayeon turned her body away on instinct, but the younger woman grabbed her pulled her back into position.
"Are you a stupid girl?"
I'm a stupid girl. I'm a stupid girl. I'm so fucking stupid. Fuck, please hit me again.
"I'm a- I'm a stupid-"
Smack, pull, smack, smack.
Inner thighs again, another attempt to pull away stopped by the firm grip of a small hand pulling her body back for more punishment.
"Are you a stupid girl?"
Her voice slightly louder this time. It cut through the haze of Nayeon's fuzzy mental state and pushed the right connectors together for her to reply.
"I'm a stupid girl, Mommy."
The escort grinned.
"There we fucking go. We're putting this voice to use tonight, pet," the younger woman reached out to touch the redness her hand had left behind, and Nayeon flinched on instinct.
The dark-haired woman looked up. That looks again. That feral glint. The glint of something unrestrained begging to push through. Nayeon knew there was more to it. Convinced of it. And fuck, she wanted to press that. If she was only allowed one night with this woman, then let's see what we can push out of her. Give her something beyond a pliant, pathetic submissive. Have fun with me. I want you to have fun when you hurt me.
"Scared?" the younger woman asked.
Nayeon swallowed.
"Terrified," the older woman exhaled a nervous laugh. She wasn't scared of what had just transpired. She was scared that it was only the tip of the iceberg. She was scared of how much more she wanted. She was scared of how fucking wet that had made her.
The escort placed her hand on the warm spot of Nayeon's thigh. She leaned up, hovering over the older woman's face, the ghost of a kiss hanging in the minimal space between their lips.
"I'm going to ruin your fucking life tonight."
Short nails dug into tender flesh and Nayeon's eyes fluttered shut as a disjointed sigh left her mouth and landed on the younger woman's lip. Her legs spread without even thinking and a cruel laugh travelled onto her tongue for her to swallow like the most demented of sacraments.
And just as quickly as it started, the escort pulled away entirely, swinging her legs off the bed to walk over to her bag on the arm chair, humming as she looked inside.
Nayeon didn't dare move. Didn't move a single muscle. Barely breathed as she watched in anticipation of what would come.
Three items, all black, placed at the end of the bed.
"Come here, baby girl," the escort beckoned and Nayeon wasted no time in getting to her knees to crawl over. The older woman looked over the toys placed out on the bed, feeling heat rush over her back with every second she stared at the leather and suede
A flogger. A paddle. A crop.
"We start here," the younger woman pointed to the flogger, "See what your body can handle. Responds to. Then," she spread two fingers, gesturing to the paddle and crop, "We'll escalate."
No more needed to be said, they'd discussed this already in their messages. Discussed how much Nayeon needed to feel a type of pain beyond simple spanking, but that she wasn't sure if she needed the wide, heavy impact of a paddle, or the sharp, distinct sting of a crop. The escort advised she'd handle it. And the brunette knew she'd walk away tonight knowing, if nothing else, exactly the type of pain she truly needed.
The older woman moved her eyes over the robe still worn by the escort, mouth going dry. It wasn't lost on the younger woman. Nothing was.
"You wanna take it off, pet?"
"Yes please, Mommy."
"Do you think you deserve it?"
A pause. Nayeon thought carefully about her answer.
"No," she shook her head and held eye contact, "I don't deserve to touch you."
The younger woman curled her lips up into something smug. She liked that answer. So she stepped closer.
"You're right, you don't deserve it," the woman grinned and Nayeon had never felt so looked down on in her life, "Take it off, baby girl. Don't touch what's underneath."
Nayeon nodded fast, trying to stop herself from smiling.
"Yes Mommy," she breathed as her fingers carefully moved to the sash tied around the younger woman's waist. She tugged at the knot, still kneeling at the edge of the bed, and watched with rapt attention as the robe opened and revealed more of the pale skin of the escort.
Nayeon delicately caught the edges of the robe, extremely particular in not getting too close, and opened it further, tugging it away gently from the small frame it clung to. The dark-haired woman observed every motion, every movement, as if waiting for a mistake, hoping for one.
Nayeon couldn't help but exhale as the robe fell from petite shoulders and the body of the younger woman revealed itself to her.
She wore a black body suit, all lace and sheer. A large cut out down the middle showed off pale skin, and even though ribbon was tied through to give it a faux-corset look, Nayeon caught the woman's toned abs hiding beneath. It cut high, exposing the curve of her hips, and straps were fastened tight to the stockings that sat on her upper thigh. She looked like sin. Complete and utter sin.
"God," Nayeon breathed as she took in the vision in all black that stood before her.
A finger reached out and touched the older woman's chin, tilting her head up to look into the vast depths behind the eyes of the dark-haired woman.
"Call for him if you like, but he won't help you here," the escort said gently, the quietest of threats. The older woman felt fear rush down her spine.
"Please hurt me," Nayeon whispered, unable to break the eye contact.
The younger woman cocked her head, a smile dripping in danger.
"You want Mommy to hurt you?"
"Yes please."
I've never wanted someone to hurt me more than I want you to hurt me. I want so much pain. I want so much pain it makes me sick.
"You want Mommy to break you?"
"Yes please."
Break me. Break me apart. Open me up so you can see all the ugliness that lives inside me. I want you to see it. Please see me.
"You want Mommy to fix you?"
Oh.
Yes.
Yes I do.
You could fix me.
"More than anything I've ever wanted. Please Mommy."
A pause. A smile. A dread.
"Turn around. All fours. Stay by the edge."
Nayeon scrambled to fulfil the request, as if possessed by something beyond her body. Desperation was dripping from her. Literally. She had never been this wet in her life.
The older woman assumed the requested position and steadied her breathing, bracing, tensing. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to lock in on the auditory and physical sensations. She could only focus on so much input right now, she needed darkness to concentrate.
It felt like forever before a sensation touched her back, the tassels of the flogger running over her shoulders, preparing. Allowing her skin to feel the suede gliding over. The escort ran the toy from her shoulder to her ass, then repeated. Each cycle a little heavier than the last, building up her body.
"Relax into it, pretty girl," the younger woman commented, obviously seeing the tension being held by Nayeon as the flogger worked over her skin, "You want this. This isn't what you're scared of."
A sigh slipped through the older woman's lips at the words and she dropped her arms to lay her forearms and elbows on the mattress, better able to release the stress she was holding.
"There we go. Let's play."
And with that, the first real blow fell at the top of Nayeon's shoulder blade. The older woman hummed, rolling her muscles and feeling warmth. It wasn't hard, barely a lingering sensation, but there was something there. Something to chase.
The second blow hit her other shoulder, a little harder. Nayeon hummed again, more warmth, a little more bite to it. Holy fuck that feels nice.
The next blows flanked her sides, the tip wrapping ever so slightly around her ribs, causing a sting. The combination of the dull ache and the sharp stings were doing something to the older woman's brain and she felt herself slipping into something she could only describe as bliss. The younger woman was good. Really fucking good at this. She worked Nayeon's shoulder blades and ribs with unbelievable precision, an obvious eye and experience for controlling the tool that was delivering such delicious pain and heat.
The escort worked in a cyclic pattern, mapping out the spots of Nayeon's back with the flogger and steadily increasing the pressure and force of impact with each completed cycle. It was slow, methodical, a warm up only a professional could provide. There was no rush, nothing impatient. They had all night, and the more thoroughly warmed up Nayeon was, the more she'd be able to take.
But even with that in mind, the insurance appraiser still found herself growing hot and bothered for more.
"Mommy," the older woman whined, feeling herself itch to feel this elsewhere.
"You need it lower, don't you pet?" the younger woman asked, and Nayeon swore she could hear the smug grin on her lips as she did.
"So badly, please," Nayeon arched her back and showed off her round ass in the frilly panties, begging for attention.
"Needy slut," a dark chuckle filled the room and something switched in Nayeon's brain that caused her to moan under those words. Something about being degraded while her body was hot and simmering with pain made her so turned on she could barely contain herself.
"Oh, we like that, do we?" the younger woman asked cruelly, bringing the flogger down firm on the older woman's ass. It didn't hurt much, still just warm, but it still had an edge that made Nayeon's cunt ache with need.
"Y-yes," Nayeon choked out in between the motions of the flogger working over her ass at a comfortable pace.
It didn't take long for the older woman to get warmed up, her skin ready and stinging with so much need. And just as she felt herself settle into the rhythm,
Crack.
"Shit," Nayeon exclaimed, stifling her voice into her forearm as she bit down hard at the first serious hit of the flogger against her ass.
There was no check in. No softness. There were safe words if Nayeon needed them. The younger woman didn't need to ask if she was okay. She didn't care if she was.
Crack.
"Ah," Nayeon lifted her head as a small moan drifted from the back of her throat and into the air. It was humiliating. Truly humiliating. Because it was joy. Deep, unadulterated joy. Nayeon didn't know if she'd ever felt this kind of warped, depraved happiness. Better than every birthday, better than every New Year's, better than her fucking wedding day. She'd trade the joy she felt when exchanging vows for this type of pain every day of the week.
Crack.
God, that was hard
Crack.
Christ, that was harder.
Crack.
"Oh god, that's it," the older woman groaned as she sunk her head back into her forearms and felt the heavy weight of the flogger strike her hard. The edges flicked, little stings rushing over the skin exposed from her panties. It was intentional, so perfectly intentional. The younger woman expertly delivering a combination of pain-types to see what Nayeon best responded to; the heavy impact or the sharp sting. But Nayeon was steadily realising she was fucked. Because she really liked both.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Four hits, two for each cheek, alternating in a rapid succession. Nayeon moaned loud at the sensation, how one pain barely had time to sink in before another was delivered. Then back to the first spot to reinforce the sting.
This feeling. This feeling in my chest. Love. I'm in fucking love.
The next blows were softer, dull. They still hurt, but not in a way that elicited the rush of fear and hormones in the older woman's broken brain. God it still felt good though. Rhythmic. Harmonic. Her body working in synch with the younger woman's silent delivery of impact.
Time warped. There were no clocks in the room and the heavy curtains were closed. There was no way to gauge the time that had already passed and it was sending the older woman deeper down the hole of submission as she relinquished control of every framework of her being.
And then, hands. Two hands. One warm, one cool. Nayeon's hazy brain figured the warm hand was the one that held the flogger. Palms moved firmly over her ass, feeling over the work that had been made. Fingers kneading, pressing, digging. It wasn't gentle or reassuring or praising. It was selfish. Like the younger woman was comparing the work to what she'd done before. Inspecting the result to see if it lived up to her standard. If Nayeon lived up to her standard.
"You mark so easily, pet," the younger woman's voice cut through the air and settled into the grooves of Nayeon's psyche, the first words said by her in a long time, "You really were made for this."
A small sigh escaped Nayeon's lips, affection running over every aching muscle like a balm. What a fucked-up piece of praise.
The older woman willed herself to articulate.
"Thank you Mommy," she whispered. It took every element of brain power just to get the words out. The gratitude she was feeling in this moment was overwhelming.
A finger moved down the slope of her ass, tracing over the little yellow flowers on her panties. Moving lower, Nayeon moaned as she pressed the fabric against her cunt, and arousal clung to her like damp shame.
"Soaked through," the younger woman mused lightly, running her finger over the wet spot of the older woman's panties, making it all the worse with her movements, "What a fucking whore."
A deep groan fell out of Nayeon's lips at the words uttered and she sunk her head onto the sheets as she rolled back against the finger for friction. But as soon as she did, the digit was removed, and a hard spank was delivered against the tender, exposed flesh of her ass.
The older woman cried out and lurched forward. It stung. It fucking stung. It stung something awful to be spanked like that after all that build up and come down of the flogger.
And then another one hit and the older woman's legs gave out, seeing her drop onto her stomach. For the first time tonight she felt tears in the corner of her eyes. But she didn't want it to stop.
"Come on pet, none of that."
Two hands roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her back into position. The older woman reeled at the treatment, realising this moment wasn't on her terms, wasn't at her pace. This was fractured, disjointed. Fear ran over her again and it felt like a fucking drug because she was dumb and wet and at the whim of a woman that knew more about how her body worked after only a few hours than what Nayeon did after living in it for 38 years. I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked. Hit me again.
The younger woman held her up by her hip with one hand and spanked the underside of her ass with the other.
"Tell me you're a whore," the escort hissed, grabbing the spot she spanked and pulling the skin roughly.
"I'm a whore," Nayeon sputtered, willing the tears in her eyes to stay in their place.
"Tell me you're a stupid slut," the younger woman sneered, delivering another spank to the other cheek.
"I'm a stupid slut," Nayeon cried out, squirming at the sharpness of the pain but making a point to lean back on her knees. She wanted the younger woman to see she could take it. She wouldn't fall over again.
"Tell me you're a good girl."
Pause.
Nayeon shook her head.
"I don't deserve it," the older woman sobbed, tears falling from the creases of her eyelids and down her face in hot streams,
"I don't know what it means to be good."
The dark-haired woman hummed. Nayeon didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. But she had to say it. It had to be truthful. Not just for this woman, but for herself. For all the things she'd say and do only to please this woman, this was something where she had to answer with truth.
"Would you like me to show you?"
Oh yes. Yes. A million times over. I'm so dumb and stupid, please show me what it means to be good. I want to be good. I want to be a good girl for you. Your good girl. Mommy's good girl. Oh god, oh god, I'm so broken Mommy, fix me.
"Y-yes please," Nayeon exhaled, breathing ragged as she blinked away the rest of the tears from her eyes.
"One rule," the younger woman's fingers moved to the waistband of Nayeon's panties, pulling them down to her knees and exposing her drenched cunt to the hotel room,
"Don't cum till I tell you."
And with that, the older woman's cunt was filled with two fingers.
A groan fell from her, coming deep from within her body. It was guttural, it vibrated her chest, her throat. It was all she could do to release some of the tension in her body at being filled so suddenly. So effortlessly. She was embarrassed at how little preparation the escort needed to just slip inside her with such ease. Her body so obviously ready and willing to be fucked. Going into heat from having her body struck and smacked like some kind of masochist. Oh god I'm such a fucking masochist. I can't deny it any more, I'm a fucking masochist.
"So wet for Mommy, fuck," the younger woman breathed, almost as though it was just for herself. Like it was something Nayeon wasn't really meant to hear. Like she was irrelevant, a plaything for the other woman's amusement. Paying a woman a substantial amount of money to hurt me and then treat me like I'm nothing. I really am stupid. I really am worthless.
The older woman couldn't help her moaning; she'd always been loud in bed. The warmth and sting of her ass, paired with the fullness in her cunt, it was too delicious to attempt to hold back her basic nature of filling a space with the sound of her voice.
"Holy fuck," Nayeon groaned into her arms, biting down on her skin as she took a third finger and a ruthless, deep pounding from the younger woman. It was hard, it hit her walls with a force the older woman hadn't experienced before. It wasn't the hot, horny sex of inexperienced youth. It wasn't the rough, selfish fucking of an opportunistic hook up. It wasn't the tender, emotional love making of a couple that knew every inch of each other. It was power. It was pure power.
A hand moved up her body to unlatch her bra, the final remaining fabric falling from the older woman's frame. Fingers drifted further and weaved into the older woman's brunette locks, roughly tugged her upwards, a moan falling from her chest at the sting against her scalp. Fuck that feels good.
"Let's hear that pretty voice. Tell Mommy how it feels," the escort asked, grip tight against the older woman's skull.
"It feels good- ah, so good," Nayeon moaned, breathless, trying to find a vocabulary in her stupid, fucked out brain. Connect. Work. Say what you really mean.
The grip tightened on her hair and she moaned as the younger woman fucked into her harder, harsher.
"Try again, pet. Give me more," the younger woman said, irritable. Like she expected more from the woman that was stuffed full with her fingers and still stinging from the pain she'd delivered only a short time ago. Like she expected more from a woman that was paying for this. Does she think I'm special? Or is she just bored?
"Every time you hit me, I- fuck, haah, I feel complete," Nayeon cried out, voice strangled at the angle she was pulled back at and the brutal pace of the fingers in her cunt, "Like this is the real me. You're the first person to see the real me. I want you to break me."
"So fucking stupid," the younger woman dropped Nayeon's head abruptly and the older woman fell back into the linen, hot shame running over her body. The free hand gripped her ass, dug nails in, tugged at the skin till the older woman cried out in pain. She fucked Nayeon rough, reckless, as if she didn't care if it felt good,
"Subs are all the fucking same. Selfish little brats. Begging to be broken as if you know what it means," the younger woman spat with a derision that was uncontrolled, primal. Like the edges of disgust were slipping through. Like the cold facade was dropping and she couldn't hold back her true disdain beyond just playing out the role in another person's fantasy. A fray disguised in degradation. But Nayeon couldn't help herself. She had to pull at a loose thread exposing itself.
"Fucking show me then," the older woman barked, finding her voice in all the overstimulation to test the limit, the boundary.
The younger woman roughly withdrew her fingers, and the brunette couldn't help but moan at the abrupt loss of contact.
She didn't have a chance to find any comfort though, because her body was being handled to roll her onto her back. She knew she could probably over power this woman if she wanted to, but her muscles were tender and her brain was weak. So she was totally at her mercy.
"You want me to break you? Really break you? Show you what it means to be good?"
The look. The look again. Primal. Bestial. The glint glowing bright behind her eyes. Testing. Are you the one?
Nayeon nodded, pathetic, cheeks wet with tears.
"Please. Please. Break me open. Put me back together. I'm so fucking stupid. Fix me," the older woman rambled, breathing ragged. She'd never wanted anything more than what she'd just begged for.
The younger woman grinned, then brought her hand down hard on Nayeon's pussy.
"Fuck," Nayeon's eyes snapped closed and she threw her head back. Her body couldn't help but writhe under the treatment, but she tried to hold herself in place. Tried so fucking hard.
"Greedy little slut," the escort leaned down and spat on Nayeon's cunt, spit running down her flushed slit as she brought her hand down again and spanked her.
"Asking for more than what you fucking paid for," another spank delivered and Nayeon sobbed at the pain. It was horrible, excruciating. But she bit her lip and held. I want to be good. I want to be good. It'll all be worth it if you call me good.
"What do you want?" the younger woman didn't look up, spanking the older woman's pussy again.
"I wanna be broken," Nayeon replied through gritted teeth.
Another spank, inner thigh this time, the same spot she hit earlier, skin far more tender than Nayeon had realised.
"What do you want?" the younger woman said again.
"I wanna be fixed," Nayeon exhaled, panting, out of breath.
Another spank, the other thigh. And even though the brunette anticipated it, it didn't make it any easier to take.
"What do you want?"
It hung in the air. It felt heavy. The dark-haired woman looked up at the mess that was Im Nayeon and the woman sobbed out.
"I wanna be good. I want you to call me good. I wanna earn it."
Honesty was pouring out. The dam that had held back all of this filth for so long had finally rotted away and was leaking through the cracks. And soon enough, it was going to burst.
"Alright," the younger woman's expression didn't soften at all as she pulled away to grab the paddle from the side table, "You wanna be hurt on my terms, then I'm gonna hurt you something awful. Something fucking awful."
The younger woman walked around the bed and grabbed a fistful of Nayeon's hair again. Only this time she didn't tug. She dragged.
The escort pulled Nayeon hard by the scalp until the older woman rolled onto all fours and scrambled to keep up with the woman as she pulled her forcefully. The older woman fell off the bed in a slump, but she didn't let it slow her down from crawling fast as she was dragged like a dog by its collar. She sobbed and whimpered at the pain, but she still followed. Followed the escort to the bathroom.
The younger woman flicked on the lights, fluorescent and bright, and Nayeon blinked a few times at the sudden shift from the warm mood lighting of the bed to this new location. It was cold, it was bright, it was hard. What have I fucking done.
"Kneel," the young woman commanded, releasing her grip on Nayeon's hair. The older woman obeyed, every nerve of her body hyper sensitive to the actions that were unfolding. She didn't bother fixing her hair, didn't bother wiping her face. This was the first time since early childhood where Nayeon didn't give a shit if she looked ugly.
"Look up at me, slut," the escort snapped, Nayeon looking up into her eyes feeling so entirely worthless on the cold bathroom floor.
"You want me to hurt you?"
"Yes Mommy-"
Nayeon barely finished the word as a hand slapped across her cheek. Oh fuck that stings.
"You want me to hurt you?"
"Yes Mommy, I want-"
Another slap, the same cheek. Nayeon bit the inside of her mouth to feel a more bearable pain before finishing,
"-I want you to hurt me."
The escort smiled at that. Please say it. Please say it. Tell me I've been good.
"Get on all fours. Dumb brats like you don't deserve the bed," the dark-haired woman sneered, very much enjoying the direction this was taking. Nayeon swallowed, that familiar feeling of fear running down her spine again.
She obeyed, facing herself away from the escort and getting on her hands and knees, presenting her ass up to her.
The younger woman leaned down, placing the most gentle of kisses against Nayeon's ass before pulling away and spanking her hard with her palm.
Nayeon lurched forward at the impact, but moved back into position quickly. The younger woman hummed, driving her hand down again on her ass. Then again. And again. And then she put her shoulder into it and the older woman had to close her eyes and bite her tongue to stifle the moans that were falling out of her. It was intensely humiliating to be moaning the way she was, barely any different than she did only a handful of minutes ago when she was being fucked on the bed. But she knew it was short lived. This type of spanking wasn't going to be what broke her.
The spanking ended with a final blow against the older woman's core, causing her to cry out in pain and embarrassment at hearing the obscenely wet sound that echoed against the tiles. She was fucking dripping.
"Fucking whore," the escort chuckled, spitting on Nayeon's red ass cheek. The older woman moaned the second it touched her, and felt a pang of shame at how easily she could be made to feel weak, "Did you enjoy the warm up?"
Nayeon nodded her head, dead settling in at knowing this was about to get a lot worse.
"Yes Mommy, thank you Mommy," she said desperately, rolling her shoulders at the feeling of sweat cooling on her back.
"Let's break you open and see what's inside," the younger woman said with unquestionable malice as Nayeon tensed her arms, dipped her head, and heard the sound of air breaking before the first blow of the paddle came down on her ass.
"Ah, fuck!" Nayeon cried out loudly, doing everything she could not to drop into a heap on the floor. There was no comfort here. Only hard tiles, bright lighting, cold atmosphere. Against the hot, searing pain that was rushing up from her ass to her brain, it felt even harsher. The pain was intense, all encompassing. It wasn't the sting of the flogger tassels, or of a palm on wet skin. It was wide, it was full, it was really fucking hard. It rocked so much deeper, the pain didn't disperse quickly after impact. No. It held. It stayed. And Nayeon quickly realised the next blows against the same spot would be exactly as the escort described. Awful. Fucking awful.
The second blow came down and Nayeon cried out again, hearing her voice break on the impact. She knew she'd bruise from this. Bruise black and purple. She had no fucking idea how she'd hide this from her husband. Fuck it. Fuck it. Her marriage was fucking over anyway, let's make as many bruises as possible.
"You like that, don't you slut?" the escort asked, satisfaction in her voice. Nayeon didn't know what to make of it. Her brain was in fucking ruins right now.
"Y-yes," she sputtered, spit running down her chin, "Yes Mommy."
"So fucking obedient, God I like that about you," the younger woman teased, Nayeon whimpering at the words. So close to what she wanted. So close. Please say it. Tell me I'm a good girl. Please tell me I'm good.
"You're a fun little thing. I think I could really fix you."
The words embedded themselves into the older woman's brain and she held onto them tight as she received the next two blows of the paddle. And exactly as she thought, they were horrible. Tears were flowing freely now, breath ragged as she sobbed. She'd never experienced anything so painful in her life. And yet for all of it, she still held. Arms shaking, thighs quivering, knees aching beyond belief. She still held steady. More aroused than she'd ever been in her life, she could feel hot wetness leaking down her thighs.
"Few more for me. Indulge me a little longer, pet," the younger woman breathed, something different laced in her tone this time. Interest? Selfishness? Lust? Oh fuck, it's lust. She's turned on. She's turn on by me.
"Please hit me, Mommy," Nayeon sobbed, completely fucking desperate for this to be over and yet wishing for it to never end. She wanted to please this woman so badly. But deeper than that, she wanted to break. She wanted to break apart entirely. Every minute that passed she was changing. A bug in its chrysalis that would emerge tomorrow as something new.
"Oh that's good, pet. Beg again for Mommy."
Good. Good. That's good. I'm so close. What I said was good. I'm almost there. I'm almost good.
"Please, please, fuck, I want to be hurt by you," Nayeon cried out, spiralling into unfiltered rambling, trying to present herself better, show she could take it, "Please give me your pain. The pain you want to give. Please, please, I want to be good for you. I wanna know what it means to be your good girl."
The air cracked and the paddle came down hard on the underside of Nayeon's ass. The older woman screamed, the sound deafening in the small bathroom. She didn't know if it was better or worse that it landed in a new spot. Sure it meant some relief for the upper side, but now the pain had only spread out further. And it was terrible.
"Please!" Nayeon choked out, drool falling from her mouth and dripping on the floor. She felt less than human, "Please, please."
Another strike onto her other thigh, and the older woman's body betrayed her and crumbled. She fell onto her elbows; her legs were close to giving out. Agony was surging down her thighs, the ache of holding her position becoming overwhelming in her brain.
"Enough begging pet," the younger woman said firmly, her voice the only anchor back to reality right now, "Two more. Two more for me. Can you do two more?"
Nayeon groaned, in physical pain at those words. Two more. Two more. Push through. Push through.
“Green,” the older woman nodded, biting her lip and preparing for what was to come.
The younger woman didn't need anything further as she brought the paddle down with sadistic force onto the first spot where Nayeon had already received two hits. And if the first hit didn't break her, the second one that was delivered with no room for break in between certainly did.
It was the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life. This was agony. This was suffering. This was torture. There was nothing in her life that remotely compared to what was happening in her body in this moment. She was at breaking point. Complete breaking point. She sunk lower and the cold tile stung her bare chest; her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
"What a good girl."
Quiet. But it was said.
It was real. It was truthful. It was earned.
Nayeon felt her body rush with something all encompassing, overwhelming. Something like an orgasm. Some hormonal peak that had crashed out and was dispersing across every nerve under her skin. Oh fuck it was good. It was everything. Those words were everything. And even with the knowledge that it was over, Nayeon couldn't spare a thought of another second of brutality after hearing those words fill the room.
"Yellow," Nayeon murmured, collapsing into a heap of spit and sweat and slick that she would've found disgusting in any other context. But she felt proud of right now. It was evidence of the labour she'd endured. She'd endured so much at the hands of this woman and she’d loved every second of it in her own fucked-up way.
"Yeah baby girl, break time," the younger woman exhaled, crouching down to look over the woman laid on her side on the tiles, "Can you tell me what you need?"
"I- I wanna shower," Nayeon said, mostly in a daze. The younger woman wasn't exactly soft or caring, but she wasn't cold and cruel either. She was attentive.
The younger woman nodded her head.
"Alright, but it's gonna sting a lot. So do what I tell you and we'll take care of that pretty body, okay?" the younger woman tilted her head, fanning Nayeon's hair from her face and making eye contact.
The older woman blushed, nodding.
"Yes Mommy," she breathed out, and the escorts cheeks went a little pink at the words. Cute. I think she likes me.
The younger woman guided Nayeon to the shower, crawling on the ground because she didn't have the strength to get up.
"Pet," the dark-haired woman spoke, prompting the brunette to look up at her with big needy eyes, "Be good and take Mommy's stockings off."
Nayeon swallowed. The first opportunity to really touch her.
The older woman dutifully unclasped the stockings from the garter belt, taking her time to go through the motions and ensure nothing was pulled too tight, nothing was neglected. It was care. It was gratitude. It was soft appreciation for being gifted the ability to touch such perfect, porcelain skin.
As Nayeon finished rolling them down and folding them, she handed them up to the escort with both hands, bowing her head as though she wasn't worthy to be touching the thin fabric.
"That's a good girl."
A small whimper escaped from Nayeon's throat as the escort took the stockings and placed them on the vanity. She picked up the hand-shower from the cradle and pointed it to the floor as she turned the water on and waited for it to warm. The younger woman looked over Nayeon from above, an absolute goddess still in her black lingerie, looking so gorgeous under the bathroom light. The older woman's eyes wandered, too far in to the night to feel nervous about where her eyes lingered. She just wanted to appreciate this blessing before her.
"Turn around, pet. Hold up your hair, let's not get it too wet," the younger woman said quietly. Nayeon complied, blushing pink at the reality of the woman that had delivered so much unbearable pain to her body would now be washing her.
Nayeon sat on her knees, arms up holding her long brunette locks up and away from her back as the water first made contact.
The older woman couldn't help but hiss as the warm streams stung against the welts and bruises settling in to her body.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" the younger woman kept the shower head close to her skin, moving it over Nayeon's battered body with slow intention. The temperature was perfect, warm without being too hot so as to worsen the damage done.
"Stings," Nayeon squirmed slightly, she couldn't help herself, "But it feels nice too."
The pair stayed in silence as the younger woman moved the water over all the worst spots of Nayeon's body. When it came to running the water directly over her ass, the older woman couldn't stop herself from distracting her brain from the pain with a question,
"Do you do this for all your subs?" Nayeon asked, the question slipping out her lips the second it entered her brain. She wasn't really in a state to filter her thoughts.
"What'd I say about girlfriend experience?" the younger woman dismissed, not really annoyed by the question.
"I wouldn't ask my girlfriend a question like that," Nayeon replied, exhaling through the sting of water on her ass.
The younger woman chuckled at that reply. A real chuckle. Nothing dark and sadistic, nothing mocking and derogatory. Just real amusement by the response.
"I'll indulge," she said, the sound of a smile in her voice, "No. I do not do this with other subs. This isn't aftercare I would generally offer. But I haven't beaten a sub as bad as I beat you tonight in a very long time. And even the last ones were more experienced in receiving pain."
Nayeon's heart pounded in her chest. She didn't really know what to expect from the reply, but she certainly didn't expect that. She felt pride resurface, swimming in her chest. A strange compliment that she'd taken a beating like an experienced masochist. It made her proud. But at the same time, the words made her feel deeply demented. Like she was even more broken than she thought. And wrapped in all of that, a hint of jealousy. A jealousy that others had also experienced this woman's wonderful cruelty. A jealousy that others had explored more of this pain before they paid this woman to deliver it to them.
"I'll give you one more question, baby girl. Then we're getting out and moving on to our next game," the escort commented, a lighter tone to her voice. Not casual, certainly not casual, but something less cruel and calculated. As though she was letting down her guard a little for Nayeon.
The older woman thought about it for a while till resting on a question she couldn't shake.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"We talked about this."
"I know I'm not allowed to use it, but I still want to ask."
The younger woman exhaled.
"Not something I do with other subs either," the escort turned off the water at the wall and stood, returning the shower to its holder. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, before stepping back in to gently dab it over Nayeon's wet body. The older woman blushed, turning her head away to avoid eye contact as she was dried.
Until the younger woman reached out to cup her cheek, tilting her head so they could share a look. It was vast, immense, almost overwhelming to look into this woman's eyes. Nayeon couldn't help but swallow as she took it all in.
"My name's Mina," she whispered, a look of serious sincerity on her face. Like she was searching for something behind Nayeon's eyes. The older woman had no idea what it was she was looking for but God she hoped she found it.
Mina. What a pretty name. When your mother gave you that name, do you think she had any idea what you'd grow up to become?
"Thank you Mommy," Nayeon whispered. It took everything inside her not to lean in and kiss this woman. To kiss Mina. But that would be overstepping a line that was already becoming increasingly blurred.
Mina grinned at the reply and stood up.
"Let's get you back on the bed, pet," Mina turned away from Nayeon, hanging the wet towel up on its rung, "Time to see how much you enjoy the other thing you've been telling me about."
Nayeon got to her feet, steadying herself after so much time spent on her knees. She walked slow to dry her shins on the towel before following the dark-haired woman from the room, being led to the bed where she laid down on her back. She winced at the pain shooting over her body as her bruised ass touched the linen, but at least it was more comfortable and warm than the bathroom tiles.
The bed dipped as Mina crawled up, patting Nayeon's lower legs and encouraging her to spread them so she could settle in between.
"I know it's not something we discussed pet, but I want to reward you for what you took earlier," the dark haired woman said, playful smile on her lips, "Can I use my mouth? Or will we stick to fingers only?"
Nayeon felt her heart beating hard in her chest. Polite of you to ask but you know full well I'd never say no to you eating my cunt.
"P-please use your mouth," Nayeon stammered, already embarrassingly wet despite having just left the shower.
The younger woman grinned, threw her dark hair over her shoulder and leaned in slow to take a long lick up the brunettes slit.
"Oh God," Nayeon groaned loud at the hot tongue moving over her folds with expert precision.
She got it. She really got it now. She got why people paid for sex. Before there'd still been a disconnect. A separation in the service she'd procured from this woman compared that which most people sought on the website where she first came across Mina's profile. But as the young woman swirled her tongue around her clit, as she sucked and nipped and identified the spots that made Nayeon squirm and moan, it hit her hard as to the realities of what this woman did for work. This wasn’t intuition, this wasn't luck. This was professionalism. This was experience. This woman knew what she was doing because she'd done it countless times up until tonight. The sensation was something wholly unique. The type of intimacy typically only found in a partner you'd spent dozens of hours in bed with already. A partner that had built up their knowledge of you. But here was this woman, already pushing all the right buttons to see Nayeon leaking like a faucet, and she didn't know a fucking thing about her. Had spent barely any time at all with her body yet could play her like an instrument.
"You taste good, baby girl," Mina husked, tongue running over the fresh helping of arousal pooling by the older woman's entrance, "I could just eat you up all night."
"Fuck Mommy," Nayeon whined, knowing I'm the logical part of her brain that this was something an escort would say with every client in one way or another, but still indulging the fantasy regardless. Indulging the idea she was different. Special.
"Can I fill this pretty pussy up? You look so needy pet," the younger woman asked, tracing her tongue in between the crevices of the older woman's folds.
"Please fuck me, Mommy," Nayeon begged, brain hazy and tingly from pain stinging as her ass squirmed on the sheets.
The younger woman chuckled and wasted no time in giving Nayeon what she begged for, sliding two fingers back inside her cunt with ease.
"That's a good slut. So needy for Mommy's fingers," Mina grinned, taking in the sight of the older woman being filled before wrapping her lips around her clit and sucking.
Nayeon was in a state of ecstasy. This was the best sex of her fucking life. She was soaked and sore and so fucking stupid right now and god it felt amazing to be handled like this.
And Mina could see right through her.
"Are you needy for me, pet?"
Nayeon swallowed, remembering her role in this game and forcing herself to articulate a response.
"Yes Mommy."
"Do I make that pretty head all dumb?"
Nayeon groaned loud as the younger woman curled her fingers, hitting that spot that never failed to make her fall apart.
"Yes Mommy."
"Are you gonna cum for Mommy?"
Nayeon clenched at the words, squeezing her eyes shut tight and nodding fast in complete desperation for release.
"Yes, yes I- I'm gonna fucking cum-"
Fingers withdrawn, a kiss placed on her aching clit, the body between her legs pulling away.
"Perfect time for our next game then," Mina grinned something dangerous but Nayeon's brain couldn’t process dread when she was so sexually frustrated she could fucking scream.
"Please, please make me cum," the older woman couldn't help the desperation falling from her, "Please just fuck me. I wanna-"
Smack.
White hot pain shot up the older woman's body at the swift spank delivered to her wet cunt. It hurt more than it should've. It hurt more because the lower half of her body had already been so brutally punished and anything more was akin to torture.
"Don't be a brat. You'll take what you're given," the escort said low, the threat laced in her words all the more apparent now, "We're moving on pet, understand?"
Nayeon nodded, blinking back tears.
"Yes Mommy," she whispered, unable to lift her voice any higher right now.
The younger woman smirked, tapping her hand on the older woman's cunt and relishing in the way Nayeon flinched.
"Stupid slut," Mina breathed as she moved up the older woman's body, swinging a leg over her middle, mounting her waist.
The younger woman ran her soaked hand over the older woman's tits, smearing the mess of her cunt over creamy skin and seeing the shine. The escort used her other hand to work the mess over her breasts before pinching hard nipples and watching Nayeon closely. Biting her lip and trying not to writhe when she was already so pent up. So insanely horny she wanted to scream and now this woman was groping her tits and teasing her to no end.
Mina pulled her hands away, Nayeon panting and flushed. Then a slap. The underside of her breast. It wasn't too hard, but God did it feel good right now.
Another slap, and Nayeon moaned. Mina grinned.
"Like that, pet?"
Slap
"Yes Mommy."
Slap
"Makes that dumb cunt all wet, huh?"
Slap
"Yes Mommy, so wet."
Slap slap
"If I do this long enough do you think you could cum?"
"If you gave me permission," Nayeon breathed.
Slap slap
"And if I didn't?" Mina cocked her head, hands running over Nayeon's chest, tracing over her collarbones until they settled around the base of her neck.
"I'd probably cum anyway like a stupid whore," Nayeon moaned as the fingers around her neck tightened and she felt a cold bristle down her backbone.
"So honest," the younger woman said coolly as soft hands wrapped around the brunettes throat and squeezed.
Nayeon felt her mind slip somewhere else. Somewhere into the recesses of memory to the first time she ever saw someone be choked in an erotic embrace. Nineteen years old, her college dorm room, alone in the dead of night, sat too close to the little CRT television at the end of her bed. A Japanese VHS with no Korean subtitles, borrowed alongside a stack of other movies described by a film student friend as 'transgressive cinema'. Whatever the fuck that means. But no matter, Nayeon watched that film with rapt attention. She rewatched it over and over until she had to return it. The dialogue was irrelevant; it was the actions taking place on the screen that had cemented itself in her mind and returned to her on late nights when simple thoughts of sex just weren't enough to get her off. Haunted by the imagery of a woman sat in the lap of a man, choking him as he thrust inside her. It took years before she ever learned the name of that film, too ashamed to ever ask for a translation from the friend she borrowed it from.
In the Realm of the Senses.
It took many more years to finally find a Korean translation of the film buried deep in a defunct corner of the internet. And even if it wasn't a lot, to Nayeon, it was fucking everything. A picture of eroticism she had completely fixated on. A need so deep inside her that had never quite been fulfilled by hands of lovers that didn’t know what they were doing. An itch that was so desperately begging to be scratched that in recent years had become all-consuming to where she'd learned to simulate the sensations on her own neck through means that were less than safe. And fuck, it had satiated that burning need for a while, but nothing really could beat the feelings of fingers wrapped around her neck and squeezing her airways tight.
Like right now.
Nayeon clenched her legs closed and tried in vain to moan as Mina's fingers pressed against the spots of her neck that so pleasantly cut off her air supply. Oh Lord, she was wet. So fucking wet and they'd just started. She felt her cunt clench around nothing, and she wished she was being fucked through this moment. Although at the same time she was grateful she wasn't. Because she'd have already cum if she was being filled.
"Disgusting little pervert, aren't you?" Mina chuckled with so much cruelty Nayeon felt her chest ache with a fucked sense of affection.
The younger woman released her grip slightly.
"Yes Mommy," Nayeon wheezed, a tingle in her throat in her reply. There was no point denying it. She knew she was a fucking pervert. But this point the shame associated with it just turned her on more.
"More, pet?" the escort asked, fingers rotating firm circles on the older woman's neck.
"Yes please, Mommy," the brunette attempted to nodded but her neck was held in place.
"What're you going to do if you need me to stop?"
"Two fingers up," Nayeon replied and showed off the motion by raising her arm by her head, "Or a double tap," she tapped the younger woman's arm and blushed at the feeling of her cool skin.
"I've done this before pet, I know the signs, but this isn't an endurance test. Keep communicating and you'll get more for longer. Understood?" Mina looked at Nayeon with deadly sincerity. Well, it was truly deadly if they fucked this up. I don't think I'd mind dying if you were the one to do it. But you're right, I want this to go on for as long as possible and that won't happen if I'm deceased.
"Yes Mommy," Nayeon replied, sighing as the fingers around her throat curled in and tightened.
"Good girl," the younger woman breathed, gripping harder on the right spots of Nayeon's neck to prevent her from moaning anything in reply.
The older woman felt her brain get so warm under the praise. Good girl good girl good girl. You think I'm a good girl. Christ, I love being your good girl. I'll be such a good girl for you Mommy.
Mina's hands worked with an expert precision, squeezing tight, slow releasing, watching every detail with so much attention that Nayeon felt as though she were under a spotlight. The younger woman was good. Really fucking good. She knew exactly how to pace this, how to work Nayeon's neck without the harsh burn settling in when the older woman inevitably inhaled large gasps of air again. Two hands around her throat felt so intimate, so indulgent, so fucking erotic and- oh shit I'm gonna cum.
Nayeon lifted two fingers up and Mina released with care. It wasn't an abrupt snap away, that would’ve set in a panic response. It was a careful release, ensuring the older woman's breathing was steady.
"Red?" the younger woman asked, hands fully withdrawn, frame lifted and ready to dismount should Nayeon agree.
Nayeon shook her head.
"Yellow? Break?"
Nayeon nodded as she took in enough air to release a hoarse whisper.
"I-I'm gonna cum if you keep going," she rasped out, closing her eyes and focussing on the pace of her breathing and feeling how hot her body has become after so much brilliant stimulation. It felt like it had been forever. But also as though no time had passed at all. God this room was just in a total place of its own, a void.
The younger woman smiled wide at Nayeon's words.
"You don't want to cum?" She asked, tongue between her teeth, extremely interested in the answer she'd receive.
"I don't have your permission," Nayeon whimpered, writhing under the feeling of Mina's hands running over her collar and up her shoulders.
"Mm, how delicious. So fucking obedient, baby girl," Mina's hands moved north, watching Nayeon's hand for a sign if this wasn't okay. But no sign was made. And the younger woman moved her hands higher to cup the older woman's cheeks.
Nayeon blushed red and she hoped it wasn't noticed in her flushed state of recovery from being choked out.
The escort leaned in, lips so close to Nayeon's it almost hurt. Almost more painful that the hands that choked her till she saw stars and the toys that beat her ass till she bruised. She wanted to kiss this woman so badly. And she was convinced Mina knew this. Relished in it. Another form of torture she was subjecting the brunette to.
"A little more for me pet. Hold it and I'll fuck you absolutely stupid," the dark-haired woman whispered, breath hot on Nayeon's lips that just made her melt.
Nayeon could only nod, eyes glassy with all-encompassing want.
The escort ran her tongue over her bottom lip and Nayeon closed her eyes on instinct to receive a kiss that never came. The younger woman withdrew and hands returned them to the older woman's neck and squeezed nice and tight.
Nayeon moaned and it burned in her throat but she couldn't care less. Because this was heaven. This was paradise. She was convinced she'd already been choked to death and passed away peacefully right here on the bed and this was her body slowly shutting down her brain in its last moments as she ascended into the warm embrace of the Lord. She was so happy she could cry.
The escort pulled and pressed and choked Nayeon harder and harder as the older woman squirmed under her embrace. It was everything she'd ever wanted and it was the truest form of denial to stop herself from cumming as she had her airways manipulated so gorgeously by this woman.
"Such a pretty doll for me to play with," Mina whispered, so enraptured by how Nayeon's face would scrunch and release with the movements of her hands. The older woman felt so much pride in this moment, so much affection. She didn't want it to be over.
Oh god please I don't want this to end. Please stay right here and just give me all the pain you want for as long as you want.
I'll take it all. I'll take it.
I'll- I'll-
I'm gonna pass out.
Nayeon lifted and arm and smacked Mina twice in panic as the younger woman released and pulled off the older woman's frame as she gasped for air. No clarity needed this time, it was obvious the older woman had pushed her own limits beyond what she could handle.
"In through your nose pet, slow it down," Mina's voice cut through the panic and Nayeon did everything she could to anchor herself on it, "Slow baby girl, slow. You're a smart girl; you know how to do it."
The younger woman rested her hand on the brunette’s knee and Nayeon felt something in her body relax under the contact. Reality. I'm here. I'm not dead. I'm here. Is that better or worse? It’s better, I’d take Mina over the welcome hand of Jesus Christ any day.
"There we go, you're not as stupid as you look, are you?" the younger woman taunted, looking the brunette in the eye.
Nayeon nodded her head with a small smile.
"Yes I am. I’m very stupid," Nayeon rasped with a broken voice, her smile widening as Mina laughed. A real laugh. Nothing cruel or fake. Genuine enjoyment at what had been utters. She definitely likes me. Nayeon couldn't stop repeating that in her spaced out mind.
The look lingered too long. The smile lingered too long. Nayeon could hear her heart beating loud in her ears.
"Mommy," Nayeon whispered softly.
"Yeah baby girl?" Mina whispered back, causing the older woman's heart to skip a beat.
"Can you kiss me when I cum?" the older woman already knew what the answer would be, but she wanted to ask anyway.
"No pet," the escort shook her head, but didn't break her eye contact.
"Can you spit in my mouth?" Nayeon asked in earnest, causing Mina to grin and move herself to sit between the brunettes’ spread legs, hand resting just above a very slick cunt.
"Okay baby girl, just for you."
Nayeon felt her heart beat so hard it was about to burst out of her chest. Although any thoughts of tender affections were quickly obliterated from her mind when three fingers entered her drenched opening. The older woman threw her head back and groaned deep at the sudden intrusion, a feeling of complete fullness overtaking her body. She wondered how she'd survived this long in life without knowing this kind of pain and pleasure until 38 years old. She wondered how she'd survive after this point if at all. Her marriage was definitely over. Her life as she knew it was fucking over. Oh fuck what have I done and why didn't I just do it sooner?
Everything was rapidly breaking and reforming in Nayeon's mind and the hard thrusts of the younger woman's slim fingers punishing her cunt was sending the brunette into a descent where the only outcome was to crash and burn. Fuck it. Tear me apart. Break me. Free me from this fucking life.
"You're gonna cum, pet," the younger woman commented, just a fact with how the older woman spasmed underneath her and couldn't stop her groaning. It was unstoppable, inevitable.
"Please," Nayeon begged as though she had any chance of stopping the steam train careening down the tracks at break neck pace.
Mina leaned up and Nayeon opened her mouth, ready for her reward. The younger woman spat into her mouth, and the older woman closed her eyes to swallow immediately, opening her mouth to pant as she felt her body tip towards the edge.
But Mina hovered, hoods lidded with so much lust. She opened her mouth, rolled out her tongue, and looked down at the picture of desperation below her as a long, slow string of spit left her tongue and found Nayeon's. The brunette's breath became ragged as she took the gift being offered to her and moaned deep and feral as an orgasm ripped through her body with an intensity she'd never felt before.
Nothingness. Total nothingness.
Nayeon's brain was quiet for the first time in her life.
It was momentary. Maybe not even a second. But it was there. A silence amoungst all this stimulation and chaos. It was like a drug.
And then, the orgasm truly smashed into her body like a wave destroying a carefully constructed sandcastle at dusk with the tide. Pulling it apart and taking it’s remains out to sea. Barely able to come up for air. Drowning. Drowning. I'm drowning.
She felt a shift above her and felt a sensation on her neck that shifted upwards and made her ears hot. Her brain couldn't identify it as first; her skin so overstimulated it was just existing as a single organism. It was the distinct sound of lips moving that pulled her mind together and she realised her neck was being kissed. Feverish kisses with so much tongue running up her neck under the care of the younger woman. Nayeon didn't know how this wasn't considered an act you'd find under the girlfriend experience, but she was in no state to question what she was being given. She just took it. And she loved it.
It took a long time for the older woman to come back to herself. Come back to the bed. She felt like she had just returned from a foreign planet. She was fucked dumb. Truly dumb. She didn't even know how to put words together anymore.
The escort pulled away, looking over at the completely wrecked state of the woman below her. Nayeon didn't have capacity for shame, nervousness, shyness. She was more than content for this woman to see what she'd done. The labour of all her efforts.
"Bath?" Mina breathed, also somewhat breathless. She definitely likes me more than her other subs.
Nayeon nodded small, and the younger woman pulled away from her to move to the bathroom. The reality of how cold and sticky and sore the older woman felt was settling in to her bones. But more than anything else, she was exhausted. So exhausted. She'd fall asleep right here if she could. So tired
"Baby girl."
Nayeon scrunched her brow. Had she drifted off? Maybe.
She opened her eyes slow and couldn't help but sigh.
Mina was completely naked. She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.
"Mommy," Nayeon whispered, barely a sound.
"Come on pet, come get in the bath with me and I'll wash this pretty hair," Mina said softly, reaching out to touch the older woman's hand. Nayeon's chest hurt from how much tenderness she felt towards this woman. It was gnawing at her. Slowly eating her alive from the inside. One night only. Fuck. I don't want this to be one night only.
The older woman winced as she moved, not lost on the younger woman who squeezed her hand, tugging her along to the bathroom. The post orgasm bliss was subsiding, she was stepping out of subspace and emotional collapse was growing immanent.
"Hold my hand as you step in," the escort said firmly, seeing how Nayeon's legs shook as she lifted them over the lip of the large bathtub. The older woman sighed at the warmth that enveloped her feet and ankles, a contentment settling in that was keeping anything more at bay for now.
The younger woman joined her and sank down into the water first, inviting the older woman to sit in her lap, back against her chest so she could wash Nayeon's hair.
When the water was high enough, Mina turned off the faucet and the room became incredibly silent, the only sound the movement of water over the two women's bodies as the dark-haired woman held Nayeon's frame in her arms, hands resting on her stomach for now while the brunette soaked the ends of her hair.
Nayeon was the first to break the quiet.
"Do you do this often?" she asked softly, sleepily.
"I told you before I don't usually do this kind of thing with other subs," Mina replied, voice steady but not irritated by the question.
"I meant how often do you see a sub?" Nayeon asked, her hands moving to her middle to touch over the fingers of the younger woman.
There was a pause. And Nayeon wondered if Mina was debating how much to share tonight.
"It depends on who messages me. I don't see clients as frequently as I used to," the escort replied, her chin resting on the top of older woman's head, speaking plainly.
"Why?" Nayeon couldn't help herself.
"I got bored," Mina replied with honesty that the older woman wasn't prepared for considering their engagements up until this point. How was this the same woman that could so cruelly tell her she'd ruin her life not all that long ago?
"Why me then?" Nayeon asked softly.
A small snicker from above her.
"Do you know how many women message me, pet? Extremely little," the younger woman chuckled to herself, pulling Nayeon closer to her body. The older woman released a quiet hum at the contact, as the escort continued, "So that got you a reply."
"Would you have met me if I was a man?" Nayeon asked, sinking a little deeper in the warm water to soak more of her hair.
"Hmm, maybe. Your requests were quite simple, I may have passed you on," Mina replied, delicate hands lifting Nayeon's head from the water and having her sit forward as the younger woman reached for the shampoo, "But your earnestness was very charming, so maybe not. I'm glad I did choose you."
Nayeon felt her heart skip a beat. As though she weren't the one that picked Mina from an app full of women literally selling themselves. As though she were the one being hand selected by this goddess washing her hair.
"Thank you for choosing me Mommy," Nayeon whispered as she was pulled back into the water, the younger woman looking her over as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. The older woman couldn't help but blush, a shy feeling running under skin at how exposed she was under this woman's gaze. As though she could see every thought running through Nayeon's mind as it was forming.
"You're welcome, pet," Mina replied, sifting her fingers through the older woman's brown locks with attentive care. As the product worked its way out of her hair and spread through the bath, Nayeon was made to sit back up to have her hair conditioned.
"Is that why you do one night only? Because you're bored?" Nayeon asked.
"You're breaking the fantasy you paid for in asking these questions," the younger woman advised, rubbing conditioner on her hands and beginning to work it through wet locks that were revealing small waves now they were wet.
"That's your opinion," Nayeon replied, truthful. It wasn't up to Mina to determine the lines of where personal fantasy could end.
The younger woman chuckled lightly at the response and Nayeon couldn't help but smile small. Such a lovely sound to echo off bathroom tiles. Such a strangely casual way of talking about topics tied up in so much societal shame.
"It's easier to draw up engagement when there's no obligation for follow up. It's clear, it's defined, it's transactional," the escort replied coolly, talking about it as though it were any other job. Huh, I wonder if she has another job.
Nayeon sat in the silence as her hair was thoroughly cleaned in the bath. She wanted to ask more. She wanted to ask for another night with this woman. But she knew already what the reply would be. Mina had indulged her with more insight than expected. More insight than she likely gave other clients. She wouldn't break this relationship down further. She wouldn't press.
As she laid back in the water again, she studied the woman above her. Looked shamelessly over her face and features. If this was the only night they'd spend together, she wanted to etch every detail of this woman into her mind to return to the next time she touched herself.
"Tired pet?" Mina asked, lifting Nayeon's head from the water and working her fingers through any small knots still remaining.
"Exhausted," Nayeon agreed.
"We'll sleep after this. We can play more in the morning," the younger woman began squeezing the excess water from the hair in her hands.
"Can we call up for a late check out?" Nayeon asked without really thinking.
A pause that made the older woman's stomach turn over in knots in nervousness. Hands still moving through her hair and a deafening silence that loomed in the space.
"We'll see in the morning," Mina finally said, voice even and professional as ever, "You'll be paying for any extra hours."
"Of course," Nayeon agreed. What's another hit to the savings account, I'm in this deep anyway.
The two women lingered a little longer in the bath, Nayeon laid in the younger woman's arms in a content warmth that she wished to remain wrapped in forever. But inevitably it came to an end. The water drained, towels wrapped around them both, dry and naked bodies slipping under the bed sheets after Mina removed the ruined top-sheet.
For Nayeon it felt strange to sleep beside someone unknown. Someone that was not her husband. Someone that could viably take off with all her personal belongings and leave her here naked and ashamed. But she had to trust that wouldn't happen. Beyond her phone, Nayeon brought nothing of value to this engagement anyway.
The older woman closed her eyes and a wave of exhaustion finally pulled her under. The anxieties of sleeping next to a stranger completely eclipsed by her body's physical need to rest, to recharge, to rebuild the blood vessels that had burst into purple and black splotches all over her backside. For now, she could be content. She could sleep. She could dream of everything that happened over and over and anticipate what would come tomorrow. She was fucked. Beyond fucked. But she was complete. More complete than she'd felt in a very long time.
And that had to amount for something, right?