Chapter 20
I am unsure what to wear seeing as the job description said I’d be naked, so I opt for an all-in-one black romper that is cute and fitted to my curves. If paired with a pair of black ears and a tail, I’d look like a divine cat.
As I pull the zipper up on my romper, I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror.
The reflection staring back at me seems ready, but inside, a mix of excitement and anxiety churns.
Today’s experience is uncharted territory, and the anticipation is almost palpable.
I grab my handbag, checking I have my phone and a few essentials, and make my way out of the bedroom.
I pop my head into the kids’ rumpus room which used to be my home office before I moved into my own office outside of home.
There is a computer in one corner facing the window where my son is currently sitting with an iPad to the left of him and a headset on.
There is a sofa in the left corner where my daughter is currently lounging with her iPad on her lap and a movie on the TV.
I walk over to her first and kiss the top of her head.
I’ve told the kids I’m going to a work event in the city and staying overnight there.
I’ll be back in time to take my daughter to netball in the morning.
My daughter asks me questions about who I’m meeting so I have to think on my toes but my son happily waves me off with a ‘bye mum, have fun’ as I hear his friends chatter on the iPad as they all play a Fortnite game together.
I head into our large open plan lounge to find James sitting over his laptop at our dining table. He looks up. “Time to go?” he asks, his eyes warm and knowing when they meet mine.
“Time to go,” I breathe out. James reaches out a hand for mine and squeezes it.
“You look nervous.”
“I am nervous,” I reply
“You are going to be just fine. You have enjoyed all the other jobs so far. This one is going to be no different.”
“I know…” I trail off.
“What is your safe word Rosie?”
“Neptune.”
“You use it the minute you want to tap out and leave. You owe them nothing. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Your well-being is more important than anything. More important than the kinky dude who wants you to be his dog and whatever else he has planned for you ok?”
“Ok.” I try and give a reassuring smile. James has said this to me plenty of times since I was accepted for this job. I’m not nervous for the role I will need to play, it’s more being there so long. I’ve never been on a job longer than four hours. Twelve hours is next level and we both know it.
The chair James is sitting on scrapes along the floor as he stands to take me into a giant bear hug. “I love you,” I hear him say into my hair. My heart tightens in a vice, am I causing him pain and worry?
“Are you ok with me doing this?” I ask as I pull back and look into his baby blue eyes. His blond tousled hair falls around his face as he looks down at me.
“Yeah I’m fine. It’s always you who I hope will be fine by the end of it.”
“Me too,” I agree. “He won’t harm me. I have to keep reminding myself, it’s going to be a money can’t buy experience. I know I’ll enjoy it. I just need to get over my nerves.”
“Then take care of yourself and have fun. I’m curious on this one myself.
Maybe I could be into a little soft pet play when you return.
I’m always here for some pussy play.” He smiles down at me and my stomach does a flutter.
He’s being playful but I know he’s also serious.
I wouldn’t be opposed after I experience the real thing if I enjoy it.
“Is my ownership mark still there?” James asks, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.
“Yes, it hasn’t gone anywhere since Wednesday.”
“I think I need to give you another one, just to make sure.” And with that, he unzips the front of my romper, my breasts hang naked underneath.
Picking up both breasts in each hand he squeezes and admires them.
“I think this breast needs one too.” He bends his head to my left breast and sucks deeply to the side of my left nipple.
When he’s spent enough time sucking to leave an angry purple hickey, he pulls back to see my pair of matching purple love bites.
“You’re mine Roxy, and that kinky fucker will now be well aware I’m only lending you out for a night. ”
I love this side of James, standing there confident, his eyes devouring me, comfortable in his complete possession of me, body and soul. I begin to pull my zip up and cover my breasts back up.
“I think Frank will be outside waiting for me, I should go,” I lift my head to brush a chaste kiss on his lips, but James beats me and his lips are on mine.
He kisses me hard on my mouth, deepening it with every stroke of his tongue, moving both hands to cradle my head until I am putty in his hands.
When it feels like he’s sucked out my soul, he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.
“I’ll be thinking of you Rose Petal, every minute of every hour you’re gone. Be a good pet and come back to me. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say almost into his mouth, our heads are still so close. “See you tomorrow.” And with that, James releases my head, and I walk towards the door. I turn just before I close the door behind me and see he’s standing staring just where I left him.
It’s moments like this that make me feel so conflicted. Is this right what I am doing? I know that society would say it’s cheating but to me its work, sex work yes. But it’s still just a job, one that pays well and helps out our lives.
I see Frank waiting for me at the end of our driveway as expected.
I pull open the door and settle into the seat putting my blindfold on as usual.
It’s 7pm, as I was informed we are an hour away from our destination tonight, so I have plenty of time to reflect on my choices and what I’m about to walk into.
I remind myself I do want this, whatever this works out to be.
I lie my head back onto the headrest and listen to the love songs playing on the radio.
I’ve just begun to feel sleepy when the car pulls to a stop.
Frank instructs me to remove my blindfold, which I do and I peer up at a barn looking house.
There is nothing and no one else around.
I can’t see street lighting or any other lights to suggest there could be any neighbours around.
Only the security lighting from the front door shining a beam of light on the short, gravelled pathway.
I say thanks to Frank and wish him a good night.
I know he’ll be right here tomorrow morning at 8am.
My palms begin to sweat a little as I walk towards the big old oak door with a brass knocker.
I’m just contemplating lifting it when I think I can hear deadbolts on the other side.
I wait and I am correct, the door slowly opens, and a tall, wide shouldered, red headed, bearded man is looking at me.
He beams at me, and I cannot hold back my own smile back at him.
“Roxy, do please come in,” comes his deep raspy voice.
“Hi,” I say brightly. I know whatever is about to take place will be unusual, but this man reminds me of a friendly lumberjack and almost sets my mind at ease. I know by now you can never have expectations on who has booked your job because they always turn out to be the complete opposite.
“I’m Freddie,” he introduces himself and holds out his hand, I place mine in his.
He shakes it twice before dropping it again.
His hands feel rough, calloused, like he uses them for labour of some kind.
He is wearing a checked shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, open at the collar and blue jeans.
When I look up at him expectantly, I notice his dark blue eyes and pillowy lips.
He reminds me of someone I’d expect to see outside chopping wood or something.
“Please, follow me, let’s go into the sitting room.
” He turns on his heels and leads me through a series of beautifully decorated hallways making me realise just how large this house is.
The floors are carpeted, and the ambience of the low lighting and cream carpets makes the house feel fresh and cosy.
I follow Freddie into a room with cream walls and mahogany furniture.
Freddie walks up to a three-seater sofa and holds out his hand indicating for me to sit.
I do as he suggests and watch as he too sits down facing me.
“Thank you for coming today and agreeing to spend the next 12 hours with me. I just wanted to go over a few things. Firstly, do you know your safe word?”
I nod, “Yes, Neptune.”
“Ok great. Please use it if and when you need to. I know how we will spend the next 12 hours will be a role play of sorts and not what you may have experienced before. Frank is only a phone call away and the job will be paid pro-rata to the hours worked/played.” I nod, listening quietly as he continues, “I’m sure you’re well aware that I would like you to be my pet dog.
I would like you to fully encompass being my pet along with some physical and sexual encounters.
” My eyes follow his movements as he speaks confidently like he’s in a business meeting with his hands resting on his thighs.
“As mentioned, I would like you to be naked with some dog adornments.
You will be my pet dog and I will be your master.
When we get into our roles the dynamic will be simple: I will give you instructions and you obey.
You will not speak a word during our time together, excluding your safeword of course.
If you need anything, you will bark and do your best to convey what you need.
When we get into our roles, I will show you where you will be eating and sleeping.