She checked her gold rolex for the fourth time. "Damn, he's late!" Pacing back and forth the plush grey carpet, she waited for the phone to ring. Mona called four hours ago to confirm her availability. "Hi, Mindy, Mona here. Are you available this evening? Mindy paused for a brief second, then answered. "Yes, what do you have?" Mona was thrilled that her best call-girl was able to meet with the client. He requested Mindy after browsing a catalog filled with beautiful women. "He's a VIP, babe, so treat him with tender, loving, care. A limo will arrive at 8:00pm to pick you up and take you too his suite. If you have any questions just ask." There was a short pause. "No, I think I'm all set." A sigh could be heard. "Good, have fun." Mindy waited to the buzzer sounded, acknowledging the disconnection. "A VIP...Very Important Prick," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

(Intercom buzzed)

"Yes, Harry?" She already knew what he was going to say. "Ms. Arnold, there's a driver here to pick you up." "Thanks, Harry, I'll be right down." She grabbed her mink coat, checked her appearance one more time, then secured her suite. Mindy was one of Mona's top call-girls, only VIP's were graced with her company for the evening. None of them question the price because they knew the quality of Mona's girls. She made sure each one went to charm school and was educated in politics. Mona felt that men needed a companion as well as a sexual partner. Most men were lonely, seeking to find a female who they could have a conversation with. Mindy, smiled at herself when she recalled the conversation Mona and she shared.

(Two months ago)

"Mona, I can't believe he spent $10,000 for me to sit and listen to him discuss the mating rituals of the humpback whales." She let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, get used to it, babe. There are alot of lonely men out there." Mindy removed stopped massaging her temples to peer at her. "What? You mean I will have to go through this again," she asked, her expression in horror. Mona laughed,"don't worry, he rarely make it to the city. I'm sure he isn't scheduled for another lecture, until spring." Mindy sighed in relief. "I hope not!" Mona sat back in her executive chair, then smiled at Mindy. "They need companionship more than anything else, Min. Their wives are too concerned with social functions and fund raising to give a damn about their husbands. They are all a bunch of super bitches, whom believe the entire world evolves around their surgically implanted boobs and asses." Mindy, let out a roaring laugh. "Geesh, Mona, you really hate their wives." Mona joined Mindy in the laughter. "No, not really, they keep me in business," she said grinning wickedly.

The elevator doors open onto the lobby floor. She greeted Harry with a cheerful smile. As held the door open for her she noticed the limo driver was standing by the door awaiting her approach. "Good evening, Ms. Arnold," he said as he held the door open for her. "Hello," she replied as thanked him for his assistance. The limo was plush, black cushioned seats seem to absorb her body as she rested against it. The driver seated himself, then entered traffic. "Mr. Eddington prefers that you meet him at his beach house in Rhode Island. The trip should take a couple of hours, Mum. You will find the bar located in the woodgrain panel to your right. To your left is the climate controls." Mindy, thanked him again, then requested for the shield to be raised. She wanted to be alone in her thoughts. She wondered who the mysterious Mr. Eddington is, from the sound of his name she assumed British. She didn't care, the less she knew about a client the better. She closed her eyes to rest, the trip will allow her time to take a nap.

The limo pulled in the long winding driveway. Mindy awakened to the sound of the motor being turned off. "We have arrived, Mum." She peered out the window to stare at the gorgeous beach house. The waves could be heard crashing against the shore. She didn't notice the driver exiting the limo, then opening her door for her step out. "Ahem." He cleared his throat politely. Slightly embarrassed, she accepted his proffered hand as she exited. "This way, Mum." He led the way to the main entrance. A butler greeted them at the door. His congenial manner regaled her. She barely had time to repress her smile, when he appeared in the doorway. She suspected he was in his fifties with slightly graying hair at the temples. His appeared to be in good shape by the way his Armani suit fitted his frame. "If he starts talking about those damn whales, I'm leaving." But something in his eyes told her that he didn't bring her hear for that. "I'm so glad you could make it," he said. His voice had an English accent. "How was your trip." She regarded her companion as she answered. "Very well, thank you for inquiring."

They entered the drawing room, a fire burned brightly. "Please have a seat," he asked. "Mindy sat on the sofa, arranging her skirts seductively. She didn't know what to expect, but by the look of lust on his face she knew it had alot to do with sex. "Tell me, Mindy, have you ever been tied-up," he asked. "I can't say that I have." She had a feeling he was going to do just that. "Oh, great, now I have some kinky, old bastard wanting to get his jollies off my tieing me to a bed post. Great, just great," she fumed inwardly. "I'm glad that I will be the first to introduce to the my kind of sex," he smiled sardonically. "Hopefully, you will be the last." She wished for it to begin so she could go back to the safety of her suite. Thoughts of curling up next to Persia, her white Persian cat seem to relax her some.

"Mindy, you must obey my every command. What ever I order you will perform without question. Is that understood?" He spoke in an authoritive tone. "Yes, I understand, perfectly," she added with a hint of sarcasm, which seem to make him smile more wickedly. "Undress, now!" Mindy, hurried to remove her clothing. "What a freak, if I see one whip I'm out of here, to hell with him or Mona!" She removed the last of her clothing, standing naked before him. His appreciative gaze did nothing to calm her nerves, she knew she was going to be victim to a sex slave monger.

"Very nice, yes, I see I made the right choice," he mumbled as he circled her. He gently grazed her skin with the tips of his fingers, prodding, then poking, he stopped once in awhile to caress her nipples. "Kneel, wench," he commanded. Mindy, could barely contain her anger. "Wench? Who in the hell does he think he's talking too???" Before she could voice her displeasure, she froze at the hot lust in his eyes. Slowly kneeling to the floor, she wished she never agreed to this appointment. "I've met women like you over the years. Ice Princesses, just like my wife, the lot of you. Always turning your nose up and the mere thought of sex, needing a firm hand to guide you. Mindy, gasped. "He's mad, I knew it, MONA!!!!!!!" She silently screamed knowing that an actual outburst would go unanswered.

Before she had time to regain her self-control she was blindfolded. A slight whimper escaped her red lips. Next, her hands were secured to a small table. The fabric was soft so she assumed it was a silk tie. She couldn't see, barely could move her arms, for the binds were taut. She was in a doggy position, her rounded ass was exposed to the air. A low moan could be heard. She knew he was admiring his work.

Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid trickle between her ass cheeks, it had a calming effect on her frayed nerves. "Like that," he asked. "Yes." She could hear a small chuckle as he continued to pour more liquid onto her skin. He didn't speak much, which she was grateful for since the last thing she wanted to her was his speech regarding women. Large hands massaged her buttocks, squeezing, and releasing several times. The touch of his hands, coupled with the roaring fire seemed to have an effect on her. A low moan escaped her lips as he continued his massage. She felt a finger teasing the entrance to her anus. Her hips begin to gyrate as a warm flow start to trickle down her inner thighs. "Mmmmmm... so good," she murmured. "You like that," he asked. "Yes." There was a brief pause then, "Would you like more?" She wasn't sure how she should answer, but she knew she had to say yes, he was paying for this session. She answered yes, feeling a subtle change in his manner he increased the pressure slightly. He inserted a finger inside her snatch, it contracted around it, gripping the intruder in a fierce hold. "Ahhhh...ooooooo." She moaned again. "Yes, fell it, Mindy. Your cunt is so tight and wet." She didn't mistake the pleasure she heard in his voice. One finger swirled inside her treasre as the other pressed against her swollen bud. The action made, Mindy push against his fingers, begging for deeper penetration. He brought her closer to climax, just when she was about to release he stopped to let her catch her breath.

<Breathing hard> She wondered what he was going to do next, her question was answered when she felt a mild pressure at the entrance of her anus. The object was hard and round, something she never felt before. The oil made it easy for the object to slip inside. "Mmmmmmmmpppfff," she moaned. "You have such a beautiful ass, Mindy." He inserted a second bead inside her. She answered with another moan. After the fifth and final bead was inserted, he placed the string against her cheek. The sensation was new to, Mindy. She never felt anything like it. The pressure from her beads seem to bare down on his fingers inside her cunt. Faster and faster, his fingers slid in and out of her till she was about to climax again.

He stopped for a second time, allowing her another chance to catch her breath. He quickly removed his fingers , then replaced it with his throbbing maleness. "Now you are going to be fucked like you've never been." She considered the silliness of his words, since she is a call-girl. All musings fled her mind with his first whack on her tender ass. Before she could voice an objection, he rammed his steel-hard member deep inside her. She was amazed that she didn't feel any pain from the swift entry. It took a moment for her walls to adjust to the invader, then it relaxed around him, welcoming the intrusion.

His thrusts were slow, until he felt her need building. "More, deeper," she urged. She wasn't there for her own pleasure, an answering whack on her smooth ass confirmed that she wasn't. Her ass was bright red after several firm whacks, a mild stinging heightened her response to his thrusts. He grabbed her hips and shoved deeper into the alcove of her cave. She knew he couldn't hold back much longer, her own need cried for release.

He called out as he spewed his hot jism inside her. She answered his cry with her own burst of climatic splendor. After they were totally drained, he pulled the beads out of her anus slowly, taking care not to rip the muscle. Once he finished, he released her from her bindings so he could cuddle her, and tell her what a good girl she has been. After she was able to focus, the last thing she wanted was to her him console her. She felt suddenly ill, the thoughts of her experience came rushing back to her. Noticing her discomfort, he instructed where she could locate the facilities, then left the room so she could dress. He was too smug to care about her feelings, he accomplished what he set out to do, humiliate. "Ahhhh....I guess, Mona won't be sending any fresh meat over for awhile," he sighed softly. "Tis a shame, I enjoy the unexperienced ones. There's nothing like the look of pleasure, then of utter horror on their faces after they realized they enjoyed it." With a wicked laugh, he walked up the winding staircase.