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PART ONEThis is only my second story for Lush, those of you familiar with my first one will have an idea about my past life and the path I went down.This story, however, is a little different and the event here took place when I was twenty-seven years old. By then I had been part of the adult club scene for a few years, and I had experienced many scenarios sexually. I think by this point I had done about five gang bangs and countless three-some with guys. Around this time, I had also enjoyed an eight-man 'Bukkake' session, something I had wanted to try for some time. The video of this is on my profile in a private folder.The day I want to write about, was surreal, to say the least, and it happened as I had replied by post to an advert on the wall in the club I was a member of. It asked for a young girl willing to be restrained and caned by two older dominants, all photographed and filmed. the advert mentioned that the successful applicant would be paid well for her services. The advert said it would be in a luxury house in an upmarket area of Central London. After thinking about it for a while, the idea appealed to my submissive nature, and I noted down the phone number.By this time, I had been caned by dominant guys before, usually hard enough to mark my skin, so I knew what to expect.That evening at home, I plucked up the courage, and called the number for the advert, after for rings my call was answered by a very well-spoken man who told me his name was Stuart. He was forty-eight years old and he sounded quite calm and confident as we spoke. He asked me my name and my age, then went into more detail about what would be required of me if they accepted my application for the session. He went on to say that the other man would be a close friend of his who was forty-six, but he would not tell me his name. He added that they had a friend who would photograph the session and that a video would be created as well.The fee offered was a four-figure gaziantep ucuz escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/ucuz-gaziantep-escort) sum, and my eyes widened at hearing this.Stuart said, that he would like to meet me first, in a public place, so he could assess whether or not he felt I was suitable for what they wanted. We arranged to meet two days later in London, at a bar not far from Oxford Street. Stuart asked me to wear something short and sexy and also requested I wore high heels for the meeting.Stuart asked me about my experiences with being caned, so I went over everything I had done up to that point. He seemed pleased and told me I sounded perfect for their needs.We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, feeling that nervous anticipation I had come to expect from such arrangements at the time.Two days later the evening arrived for my meeting with the mysterious, Stuart. For the meet, I decided to wear a short, button-fronted summer dress, peach in colour. The dress was very sexy and had a flared hemline, it tapered in tightly at the waist, and was very flattering, its thin shoulder straps had little blue bows stitched into them. For shoes, I chose a pair of light-grey high-heeled sandals, that had high ankle straps. I didn?t bother with a bra, I seldom did in those days, due to my breast size, also the dress had quite a low back so it suited wearing braless.At first, I put on a white thong, but then removed it as I thought to myself that Stuart might prefer that I was naked under the dress. I often used to not bother with knickers under such dresses in those days anyway, as I loved the feeling of the air against my bare pussy when out in public.I applied my makeup a little heavier than usual and took time to style my hair, with some loose curls and waves around my shoulders.I grabbed my handbag and called a cab for the ride into London. It was a fairly warm night as it was late summer that year, so I didn?t bother gaziantep ucuz escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/ucuz-gaziantep-escort) with a jacket.During the ride into London, the cab driver made small talk with me, but I couldn?t help but notice his eyes were never far from his rear-view mirror, as no doubt he enjoyed a good view of my legs in the back seat of his taxi.Eventually, we arrived at the bar, I paid the driver, stepped out, and made my way into the bar.It was fairly busy inside, with mostly guys in suits, standing around drinking. Many of them looked at me as I entered the bar, and there were a few whistles and whispered comments.I found Stuart sitting at a table on his own. He had told me what he looked like, but more importantly, that he would be wearing a bright-red shirt, and dark-blue jeans and that he would have a copy of the Times newspaper in front of him. We made our introductions, and he went to buy me a glass of wine after asking me what I wanted to drink.We made small talk at first, but then he went over in more detail about what he and his friend wanted if he decided to accept my application. Stuart owned a large house in a very exclusive part of Central London, he lived by himself but had a housemaid, who he said would not be there on the night of the upcoming session. He said he had a large special room with a raised floor area, where I would be told to stand naked, wearing only high heels, while he and his friend restrained me using ropes.He added that my mouth would not be gagged, saying that any cries or screams I did would only heighten the experience for himself and his friend. He told me they were highly experienced and had done this sort of thing before many times to girls for payment.I listened intently, aware that I was biting my lower lip while he spoke. He saw this and told me not to be frightened and that the two of them knew exactly what they were doing concerning punishing ucuz gaziantep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/ucuz-gaziantep-escort) girls like me and that I would also enjoy the experience.Stuart again mentioned the fee they would be paying me, and I told him that I thought it was very generous. He said that they felt the sum was appropriate for what I was expected to endure while with them.I asked him how long the session would last, and he said it would be for around two hours, perhaps a little longer.He then asked me if I had any questions for him, so I asked if he and his friend expected to fuck me. He replied, that it was a possibility and was I ok with that.I replied, that I understood and was prepared for that anyway.He asked me if I was on the pill, to which I replied that I was as by that time I had found a birth pill that did not disagree with me. He looked pleased with hearing this and said that if they decided to fuck me, it would be without condoms.I then asked him if I was allowed a safe word, in case things got too much for me. He replied, that they would much rather I did not use a safe word, but that if it really did become too much then I should say the word ?red? and they would both stop everything.Lastly, I asked him about the photographs and the video, and he replied by saying that he would arrange for me to have a copy of the video, when ready, but the photos would remain the property of himself and his friend. He added that I would be required to sign a contract on the day, to agree to them punishing me and negating my ownership of the photos.After more drinks, Stuart told me to stand so he could look at my body, in the little dress. He smiled and told me he thought I would be perfect for their requirements and asked me if I was serious about it. I told him I was and asked when the session was to take place. Stuart said it would be a Saturday night in around three weeks, he told me the exact date and I told him I was free on that day so it would be fine.We then took our drinks and walked towards the back of the bar, where there was a set of double doors, that led to a small backyard. It had a few tables and chairs around, with candles on, so we moved to the furthest one and sat down. Stuart then said he would like me to stand and lift my dress so he could examine my body further, in particular, he wanted to look more closely at my bum.