I don’t believe this life some days and I live it. So I am just going to start at the end. Writing all of the history would just be boring for me to write and am sure dull for you to read so here goes.
“You didn’t? OMG!” I exclaim.
“Yes this is exactly what happened.” She tells me.
I am talking to Esther who is our resident Domme here on the coast and she is regaling me with a story from last nights booking with a regular high flyer that comes into town on a regular basis. I shall for the sake of discretion call him Mr Boat. Running a successful escort service means being discreet!
Mr Boat usually sees two or three ladies a week when he visits here in Marbella. Sometimes for an overnight and sometimes just for a few hours of chatting, flirting and a little “fun.” He is a great guy. I really like him and so do all of my ladies, so there is usually much competition when he arrives in town as to who will get the gig.
Last night Ester was the lucky girl! Yes she is our resident Mistress, but she is also a lot of fun and always very up for meeting a nice chap.
So as always Mr Boat and Ester met in the port for a few drinks and some good old fashioned people watching. Now, Mr Boat knows what Ester does for us most of the time. It’s not his thing, but of course like most people he is curious and as long as she promised not to “beat him or tie him up” he welcomed the unusual meeting. And she was fine with that. Even the Marbella Mistress likes to just sit and relax sometimes!
It seemed the meeting was going well as both of them contacted me a couple of hours into the appointment to agree for an extension to the original time. “Happy to oblige,” I said, though I was a little surprised that the meeting was going that well. You never know.
So the meeting extended and all seemed happy. Mr Boat got his fill of people watching and a little more than he bargained for in terms of the details of Esters day-to-day life. As they were about to say goodbye in the early hours of the morning, Ester let me know so that we could both “knock off for the night”. I don’t finish until my last lady goes home safe and sound.
So next day we were chatting about how it went and as you can imagine the conversation had lots of Oohs and Ahhs. However the biggest exclamation was when I found out that she and Mr Boat had finished their date and that they had both gone to find her slave…yes I did say slave.
You see Ester has a slave who attends to her every need. Just like in Roman times, she keeps a man who is her personal beck and call boy. So he had driven her to her date and been told to wait in the car until she had finished. 4 hours later.
However when she had gone to find him he was not there.
Fortunately Mr Boat being the perfect gentlemen was still with Ester and they spent the next hour looking for her slave. Imagine the scene. An ultra conservative business man searching for a male slave around the street of Marbella at 5am with a petite but determined blonde in spike heels and jeans.
It turns out had been moved on by the police for bad parking and his mobile no long ago run out of battery. And he wasn’t sure whether to walk around trying to find her as he had been instructed to stay in the car. She had to take a taxi home, she was not well pleased and she has put him up for sale. The slave that is. He’s on Ebay today.
He’s is going cheap if you want him.