The contract and my first few days as a sugar baby

Sarah sat on the bed for a long time, the pen clenched in her trembling hand. The words ‘Property of Leon’ stared back at her from the last page of the contract – black, final, forever. She closed her eyes. *I can’t do this. Not for real. Not yet.*

But she wanted the life. She wanted the money. She wanted Leon. So she did it.

She Googled the best temporary tattoo artist in town, booked an appointment for that very afternoon, and had an extremely high-quality, deceptively real henna-style tattoo inked just above her pubic area. The letters were elegant, black, and looked as though they were there to stay. Even up close, it was barely recognisable as a fake.

Back in the suite, she photographed it several times – close up, from above, with her legs spread so that Leon could see everything. Then she signed the contract, scanned it and sent everything, along with the photos, to Leon.

Less than ten minutes later, the reply came:

Leon: “Very good, Sarah. Welcome to your new life. The first €12,000 has just been credited to your account.

Enjoy the next few days. Have a rest. I’ll be in touch when I need you.”

Sarah stared at the message. Then at her bank account. €12,000. Her breath caught in her throat.

What Sarah didn’t know was that the €12,000 was only a fraction of the earnings from her adult channel.

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The first few days – wellness & relaxation

Mia had booked her a private suite at an exclusive wellness resort outside the city. Five stars, infinity pool, private sauna, not a single other guest in sight. Sarah spent the first two days almost entirely in bed or in the warm water.

In the mornings, she was pampered with a hot facial treatment – warm towels, a gentle massage, expensive serums on her skin. The beautician massaged her face, her neck, her décolletage, until Sarah sighed softly. This was followed by a full-body massage with warm oil. Strong hands glided over her back, kneaded her arse, gently spread her legs and even massaged the insides of her thighs – very close to her still-sensitive cunt.

Every day she received a short message from Leon with a simple task:

“Send me a video of your tits. Slowly. Show me how hard your nipples are.”

Or:

“Film your pussy. Spread it for me. Let me see how wet you are.”

Sarah obeyed every time. She lay naked on the big bed, spread her legs in front of the camera, ran her fingers through her smooth slit and whispered his name softly whilst filming herself. The videos were intimate, submissive and always a little longer than necessary.

On the third day, she went shopping with Mia.

Mia took her to an exclusive lingerie shop that stocked only the most expensive, most risqué items. The sales assistant obviously knew Mia and smiled knowingly when she saw the two of them.

Sarah tried everything on.

First a tiny black lace thong that disappeared so deep between her labia that the contours of her cunt were clearly visible. Mia stood behind her in the mirror and ran her fingers over the thin fabric.

“Leon’s bound to like that,” she whispered, pulling the thong down a little further so that it pressed lightly into Sarah’s wet slit.

Then a see-through white babydoll that hid nothing. Sarah’s hard nipples pressed clearly through the fabric; her smooth pussy was completely visible. Mia took photos of it – “for Leon”.

Sarah tried on suspenders, open-cup bras, sheer bodysuits, even a set with a built-in anal plug and vibrator that could be controlled via an app.

With every new item, she grew hornier. Her pussy was wet again, her nipples aching with arousal.

Mia paid for everything with Leon’s credit card and whispered in her ear: “You’ll wear all of this for him. And if he wants, just that.”

Sarah merely nodded, her cheeks flushed, her thighs pressed slightly together.

By the time they left the shop, she was already wearing a new set under her dress – a tiny white thong and a sheer lace bralette. With every step, the fabric rubbed against her sensitive clit.

She felt like an expensive, luxurious toy.

And for the first time in a long while, it felt really good.

The Secret Marketing

Sarah lay relaxed on the large terrace of the wellness resort, clad only in a tiny white bathrobe that was open at the front. Her pussy had finally recovered a little after the exhausting days – it was no longer so swollen and tender, but still hypersensitive. Every light touch made her flinch.

Her mobile phone vibrated.

Leon: “Today I want you to test a few toys for me. Take the big glass dildo and the vibrating anal plug. Film everything. I want to see how deep you take them and how much you come in the process.”

Sarah smiled obediently and immediately felt that familiar tingling between her legs again. She firmly believed that everything she did was only for Leon.

She went back into the suite, closed the door, took off her bathrobe and positioned her mobile on the tripod. Naked, she knelt on the large bed, spread her legs wide and began filming.

First, she slowly slid the thick, cool glass dildo into her cunt. She moaned softly as it stretched her and began thrusting it deep inside her. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples hard. Then she took the vibrating anal plug, switched it to the highest setting and slowly pushed it into her arse. The buzzing went straight through her entire lower body.

“For you, Leon…,” she whispered into the camera as she fucked both toys at the same time. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter; loud, smacking noises could be heard. She came twice in a row – moaning loudly, her legs trembling, whilst she held the toys deep inside her.

She sent the videos straight to Leon.

What Sarah didn’t know: the videos didn’t just end up with Leon.

Mia and Lisa had long since set up a secret OnlyFans account. Every photo, every video was uploaded there or sold as expensive custom content. Whilst Sarah believed she was filming only for her sugar daddy, Mia and Lisa were earning several hundred euros a day from their content.

The next day, a new message arrived from ‘Leon’: ‘Send me your worn underwear today. The ones you’ve been wearing all day. I want to be able to smell them.’

Sarah blushed, but she obeyed. She wore a particularly tiny pair of white lace knickers all day, which she made extra wet. In the evening, she took them off, gave them a quick sniff herself, and packed them into an airtight bag along with a little note (“Just for you…”).

She sent the parcel to the address Leon had given her.

In reality, the parcel went straight to Mia, who immediately passed it on to a paying customer – for 250 euros. The man received Sarah’s freshly worn, fragrant knickers along with a short video in which she put the knickers on and took them off especially for him.

Sarah herself continued to believe that it was all just for Leon.

She lay in bed that evening, filmed herself again with a new toy and whispered softly into the camera:

“I belong to you… only you…”

Meanwhile, Mia was checking the latest orders on her laptop.