Man meets a prostitute who leads him into domination
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I’m going to die tonight, if I don’t physically die I the least I can expect is the death of me as a man - for tonight a select group of people have paid a lot of money to see my Mistress make me a eunuch. It all started about 3 months ago, I was driving home from a restaurant, where my girlfriend had split up with me, and was passing through my towns Red Light district when I saw a women standing on the corner of a street. You could tell by her attire that she was a prostitute, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. You see I am a tit man and this woman’s tits were huge so, frustrated and angry at the break up, I stopped and asked her price. Her answer seemed strange at the time but now it makes sense. "The price depends on what you've got to give" I asked what she meant and she said "I'm fed up with men with small cocks so the bigger the cock the less you pay" I've got an 8" dick and with her leaning on the car door and giving me a good look at that immense cleavage we quickly came to an agreement. She got into the car and we drove to her place, which wasn’t some seedy room nearby but a few miles away in a very nice part of town. I commented on this and hefting her tits in both hands she said "These babies earn me a lot of money" With that she pulled her top down so that I could see `her babies` in all their glory. I nearly crashed the car. "52GG of man killers and they are all yours, for a little while" She laughed. A tall African butler who led us downstairs answered the door. She explained that upstairs was where she lived and downstairs was for business. Once downstairs she explained that due to some clients being a bit rough that she would only have sex if my hands were tied, well after seeing those tits I would have consented to sex in the middle of the train station at rush hour. She used handcuffs to tie my hands behind my back and then stripped off. I could see that she was a bit heavy around the hips and thighs but I didn’t care as I was mesmerized as she oiled her boobs. Then, with one of her boobs in either hand, she looked me in the eye and said that one of her clients had once kicked her and could she manacle my legs as well. I grunted assent and then with a small smirk on her face she manacled by ankles to a spreader bar. My ankles were about 2 foot apart and I was a little unsteady on my feet so she said "Why don’t I manacle your hands to the hook on the ceiling, that way there is no chance of you falling over" I don’t know why I said yes, I think it was a good example of the old cliché of men thinking with their balls. My cock was rock hard and I wanted, no, was desperate, to put it between her tits. "There, now we are ready" she said. I noticed harshness to her voice and suddenly I felt worried. I was naked and helpless, in a strange part of town and no one knew where I was. She could do anything she wanted and no one would ever know. What happens to our helpless hero? Stayed tuned to find out. This is my first story; feedback would be gratefully received.