It was a role play of sorts but I took £250 out of the bank and texted T. She didn’t know I’d planned it and I didn’t know how she’d react? “Hello, I’ve seen your pictures on the internet. You have a beautiful figure, amazing legs and a very kissable bum You are clearly a very classy lady but you know what you really are… I want to pay you for two hours of your time. As a high-class call-girl I expect to pay a premium and would like to offer you £250 in cash for two hours from 3pm today I expect you to be immaculate and to dress for me. I will not dictate the outfit – you know what you’re doing judging from your photos. I expect a no-holes-barred full girlfriend experience. Please let me know if you are available. M” I’ve never slept with a prostitute and don’t know what I would do – some people are probably gentlemen, others disrespectful or even abusive, and most are between the two I suppose. And of course this was the woman I love so I was hardly going to be at either end: Why do it if I don’t treat her differently, but of course I can’t imagine hurting her mentally or physically. She came into the room in a beautiful tailored dress and black stilettoes. I later found out very classy white underwear. And again, it was an interesting view of how power works. I was planning to gently, respectfully but forcefully tell her what to do. Two whole hours where I just asked for and expected to get whatever I wanted. We started with me counting the money into her hand. It doesn’t sound like much but it really was very sexy. I asked her to undress me. We sometimes but rarely do this; who does I wonder? We use separate bathrooms before bed and meet in the bedroom “done” as it were. We started slowly with very beautiful oral. I talked in the last post about cock worship and I think one thing that the role play did was reinforce that I was the object of pleasure and T’s role was to give. It was very erotic and of course she brought me to a wonderful climax just about on the hour. In the aftermath, she said it was a shame I had finished with an hour to go. “I’ve got another hour”. Another point where I was firmly dictating what was happening and what the relationship (temporarily) was. We played some more and near the end of the two hours I had a wonderful orgasm inside T. She never took off a stitch of clothing. The interesting thing was that the language we used and the verbal subservience was much more of a turn-on than I expected – I expected the physical control to be the thing I’d remember. But again I didn’t dictate everything – that same theme of power ebbing and flowing. I don’t imagine a real scenario would be exactly the same, but it did temporarily change our dynamic. I don’t know what T will do with her payment but it was worth every penny.