I've been a college student now for 4 years and even though I have lived off some scholarship money, student loans, and a part-time internship that does pay a little, I'm still what I would consider, a broke college girl needing money. That was until this past spring break! I've always been an entrepreneur in training, as my mom would always say, even from the days of my 5 year old lemonade stands to making bracelets and selling them to my 4th grade classmates for the low low price of one dollar. I am currently in Pharmacy school in which I hope someday my career path will help me be financially secure. I am just about to turn 22, love sex and with some wild sexual experiences, I began chatting, writing for Literotica and generally getting to know many people all around the world.
I have been fascinated with the varying sexuality, kinkiness and fetishes of people. I am not one to judge and a firm believer, if you aren't hurting anyone else, do what you like. I have several fetishes myself, so people can either get on board or they don't have to tune in. I will admit I get captivated from the variety. Of course the usual fetishes I hear from guys that are most prevalent are feet, panties, shoes, clothing, asses, or other body parts.
When I get to know someone online, they become comfortable enough to share their most intimate fetishes with me which sometimes can turn into sexual requests other than the usual skype, messaging, videos, and pictures among others. Some of the requests are for my used panties, my shoes, my pee, buying me things, etc. I don't mind the requests. I might not engage but just because of my choice, not because I freak out. Like I said, I'm fascinated by other people's fetishes and sometimes even get aroused by them.
This past spring break, my grandmother who lives in Indiana, was flying to Europe with my Aunt for 11 days. They left on the Wednesday before my break and my grandmother wanted me to house sit. Even though I had no major plans this year, I originally told her no because I just didn't have the time and really wasn't sure about the Indiana weather in March. I believe my mind was changed by a guy named Alex.
We've been emailing each other for a while and Alex has shared with me that he has a very specific foot fetish. He likes for women to wear tan pantyhose and jack him off with their feet in his face. He wants the feet to have been in shoes or boots for some time so he can inhale the musky scent while he gets off. He has sent me videos to show me his exact wishes while I tease and flirt with him.
Alex is in his early 30s, still a virgin and his emails explained his desperation of being with a woman and more importantly, fulfilling his fetish. He would always say he yearned and burned for me to give him "a foot session." He then began to tell me that he would pay me to do it. He lived a couple hours away and that is when I began to debate with myself between making some money while having some fun versus crossing over into "prostitute" territory. That was my dilemma. As weeks turned into months, not only did I think about poor Alex, but all the guys emailing me with their own sexual requests.
If I were to do anything sexual for money, I would have to have rules. It would also have to be high class and not some "dirty hooker on the streets giving 20 dollar blowjobs" style. I quoted a price to Alex in which I thought would be so high and outrageous he would decline. I told him that it would cost $1,500 and OMG, he said, "ok!" That made me think if he was willing to pay that, was there other guys or girls out there that would do the same? That is when I decided to take it a step further. What could my sexual business be? You see hundreds of websites and escort services with a variety of sex in which millions of dollars are exchanged. I have a reputation, potential career, and a future to protect, so my "business" will have to be more discreet and on the down low.
My first step had to be a self-evaluation. What do I like and what kind of person am I? I might be young but I have always been a more dominant type female, especially when sex is involved. After some research, I had decided that my business would be in the dominatrix realm. There are so many people looking to submit and have their fetishes realized, it was perfect. I began to research dominatrix behavior on the internet and found that I would like more of a hybrid style. I wasn't going to wear the leather cat suits, carry a whip, tie people upside down and stomp on their balls. I was going to be a more hip, modern dominatrix where, although I was in complete control, I would be more of a flirting, exhibitionist, gentler, caring, and humiliating through kindness not physical abuse, type of control gal. Also, it couldn't be just about money. Nobody likes a girl in the sex business who is just wants money and that's it. I wanted to know and genuinely learn who my clients are as people. I want to care for them. I want to enjoy myself and get off together.
What would I call myself? Mistress is the most common name given to Doms but I think of a more mature lady and I wanted to be different. Diva was out because I'm not a washed up singer thinking she is better than what she is. What about Lady? Not me. My sister would always say that I thought the world revolved around me and called me Princess Britt. Well, now I feel I wanted sexuality to revolve around me and there it was...Princess Britt was born!
My vision was to use my grandmother's house for a week and invite a couple of people into it and stay for 5 days as my sexual "slave." The house was plenty big enough but would people really want to do this? Would guys or possibly girls pay top dollar to do this? I hear of people paying huge amounts of money for fantasy sports camps and celebrity gatherings so maybe they would. I put together the details and explained that I would honor their fetishes while they stayed with me for 5 days and it would cost $10,000 for the week. I put a couple of pictures of myself with an ad out on Craig's List and emailing my Literotica friends, not really believing people would pay that amount for a week of hot, nasty, fetish, sex. In two days I had 38 acceptances! What did I get myself into? Wow!
Now to take care of important details. There would be no money exchanging hands, it is 2016, so I created a Paypal account and that is how money would be sent. I would send out a questionnaire about age, sexual turn ons, fetishes, dos and don'ts, along with my rules. From that, I would screen who would get to live with me as my house boy. I would allow two people to come stay.
Other business matters started with safety. I wasn't going to have some freak show up, abduct me and I'm now a story on Dateline. I had a good friend who was a criminology major along with a part time security job and I asked him if he wanted to "protect" me as my bodyguard and I would pay him 20 percent. He had a gun, license to carry it and he agreed. Each client had to have a complete physical, health screen including blood test, bring the documentation signed by a physician and dated no later than one week prior to arrival.
I had been emailing several guys over the months and decided the two guys that stood out the most received acceptances. The first was a 6'7 black guy named Dewayne in his late twenties and the other was a stocky man in his 40s with a thick goatee named Jason. Dewayne was handsome, loved ass play and feet while Jason was masculine hot, loved panties, feet and women masturbating. Before I flew to Indiana and set up my "love castle," I decided to fly out of San Diego so I could pay Alex a visit. He was so excited.
The morning I was leaving, it was an unusually warm and humid day for that time of year as the temperature topped out at 89 degrees. I knew what Alex wanted, so after my morning shower I rummaged through my intimate drawer and found the perfect pair of used tan pantyhose. I had worn them a few times for weddings and even though the feet had a couple of darker worn places on them from my high heels, they were in excellent shape. I finished dressing and now I was wearing my hose with my "secretary" requested outfit that consisted of a button up white top, knee length wool skirt and my over the calf black leather boots, size 7 ½ with a one inch heel.
It was definitely not the season or appropriate weather for this outfit but I knew Alex would love it. I packed and did some chores all morning before climbing into the car. I picked up Terry, my bodyguard, and as I drove to Lindbergh Field Airport, I filled him in on my plans for the week. He was very sweet and laid back as he listened which was perfect for my operation, not to mention I think making over 4,000 dollars in 5 days may have helped him relax.
After the 2 hour drive, I was to meet Alex in a local library just outside San Diego while Terry stayed in the car. I walked inside from the stifling heat, carrying only my little clutch purse while the cool air conditioned library felt amazing. I saw Alex reading at a table in the corner. As soon as he saw me, a large smile came over his face as we embraced in a hug. I sat down across from him and we whisper chatted for several minutes. Alex wore his dark hair very short and had these puppy dog eyes. He was shy and nervous as he stumbled his sentences a couple of times which I thought was adorable.
As we continued to talk, I smiled, "Hey sweetie, I don't mean to interrupt you but my feet are hot and sweaty. You wouldn't mind if I take off these boots and let them air out, would you? You know how leather holds heat."
