External Link/Members OnlyWe’ve all had a few disasters but In 15 years I’ve never had one this bad .
We’d agreed £300 for a two hour session beginning at midday. We met in a cheap business hotel in Belvedere.
Zara was 40 minutes late for the two hour booking (1200 to 1400 hours). She texted me about some drama involving the police and neighbours. I should have listened to the internal alarm bells.
She had previously been honest and explained that she was without BDSM experience but was keen to learn and seemed enthusiastic so I went ahead and made a booking. Her first profile was deleted. So she contacted me suggesting I replicate the booking through her new profile which I did.
She is tall, about 5’11” with a pretty face but she lied about her size. She’s now amended it to 16. She’s a fat lass and I’d have been alright with that. She wore the most unsexy shoes ever, big chunky boot things over thick woolly socks. I was so disappointed having expressly described what I’d wanted. She was self-obsessed too. Talked about herself non-stop and kept looking at her phone. She practically gave up on the booking after counting the money.
I asked for domination and some religious fetish stuff. We had previously agreed on a number of scenarios, none of which happened. We began late at 1245 hours. It started off well but she rapidly became distracted and bored, yawning and claiming that she was tired and being new to this her arm was hurting her.
I wanked myself off after an hour and this became the point at which she completely lost interest and wanted to smoke a zoot. I was still hard and wanted to cum again but she was having none of it. She didn’t want to leave me alone in the room and became visibly annoyed. It was 1415. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she responed with a sullen, ‘Yeah’. Then she looked at her phone until I left. She never explained, never apologised, never spoke again, never made eye contact, just pointedly studied her phone. I was shocked, really astounded.
Not wanting a confrontation I thought it best to pack my kit, get dressed and leave. She never made any attempt at a partial refund. I didn’t ask because she was rude and uncommunicative and the situation would have escalated. So she ended the appointment 30 minutes prematurely because she was tired and wanted to go outside and smoke a joint.
I texted her from the station to express my unhappiness and she responed “Thank you, come again”. I suspect sarcasm rather than a lack of self-awareness. I had wanted to cum again. My balls were still full and my wallet three bills lighter. The puzzling thing is that we’d tentatively arranged for an FFM session the following week when she’d asked her mate, and we’d also arranged a dinner date for this week. She obviously doesn’t want the money or the custom. And mercifully I’ve dodged a bullet.
Her feedback claimed that I wanted to be whipped continually for two hours until she drew blood and I wouldn’t let her have a break. She didn’t want to do anything except lie on the bed and look at her phone. There was no blood! There were no marks, no redness, nothing. I’d made allowances for lack of experience but her service was appalling. She behaved like a recalcitrant child, sulking and pouting at her phone in irritation. She also claimed I sniffed drugs in front of her. I did sniff some legal poppers with her full consent but the rest of it is nonsense. She was the one who needed her drugs.
Now she's flooding my punting phone with threatening texts, telling me she has my registration number and the Somali boys are after me. It's probably bullshit, but even so, threats of violence are unacceptable.
