Hello again, my loves. I don't know if you remember me; I'm Melissa, the accountant, who ended up in a department where prostitution was exercised due to life's circumstances. At first, I found myself in the business (read the first part...), and as Eugenia, I can say that I entered the sex trade with all the letters. And all the enthusiasm.
I want to tell you now that after some time, Silvia and Martin started picking my brain to involve my friends in the activity...
They made me see that I had fantasized about some of them being subjected to me, collaborating, which is the most normal thing, it's fine, and it's what corresponds to think when one starts being prostituted, because the business always needs new merchandise, and it's inevitable to imagine friends being prostitutes when one is, they deserve it, and they know how to do it because, as I already know, there's a slut hidden in every woman waiting for someone to prove it to her, so she can satisfy clients by releasing her submissive part in exchange for some gratification. The more perverse and twisted the images are that I represent them, the better, because my payment would be seeing them do that, and they have to work to make this fantasy a reality as soon as possible, making both them and me and my friends happy.
I imagined Liliana, Sole, and her daughter Maira enslaved (they used that word with me), promising not to traffic them excessively (with me, they don't, but because I'm special), integrating them into the white slave trade network, which they're part of, because that's how it has to be, but only locally, because they were my friends. With those words. And honestly, Liliana or Maira enslaved... the idea excited me.
And I played myself. The first one was going to be Liliana...
Lily, 37 years old, well taken care of, blonde, a daughter like mine, divorced (which makes her a little more accessible for what she's It comes on top of her; there are very, but very annoying clients, and I'm not talking about kilos, precisely. She may suffer some damage, both physically (she has a little body that invites punishment, and she knows it, and accepts it, I've had her confess to me...) as emotionally, and Silvia was very clear: she wants girls without limits; specifically, and repeated those words that get me hot: luxury slaves... a primary school teacher, and a long time without joy...
I started calm, advised by Silvia and Martín, asking her things apparently in a friendly chat: how long it had been since I'd caught up, if she had fantasies about making me a slut, if she felt like giving the profile to be submissive, if she got excited about the idea of being hit by a guy... Then, the punchline: If you're feeling adventurous, we'll visit my friend's photographer tomorrow and get some photos taken, lightly dressed, with nice lingerie - Do you think so? - Yes, my love! And then we'll upload them to this webpage. I showed her on my tablet some of my own photos that I had previously uploaded to an amateur porn website, with my face blurred. She got a little scandalized, but liked the idea, so we went to see the type of lingerie she should buy.
The next day, at half past six in the afternoon, we attended our appointment with the photographer who took many photos of me already naked on the internet as a slut; he took pictures of me dressed, in underwear, topless, and finally proposed taking more completely nude ones, showing nothing but my shoes, and others breaking my waist to show my buttocks and anus (surprising myself that it was completely shaved... like she knew...) She showed some reluctance and expressed it. - But none of the photos on the web show that type of photo.
- I also took those types of photos. And many – I hastened to clarify, showing her my tablet. with those photos. No protested anymore and posed for those photos and when the photographer finished, he told us: - Well, I have to change the background and see if there's anything to adjust with lighting or exposure, I'll send them to Melissa tomorrow morning at her email address and if there are any flaws, they can let me know. - I don't want to be recognized. - Ha ha, you're not as bold as Melissa, don't worry, I'll make two versions, one with the eyes out of focus or another with the whole face out of focus. - I prefer the whole face. - That's up to them later, I'll send both versions to Meli. - Alright. The next day we agreed to meet at 9 pm in my studio; I was already waiting for her with the photos, which Silvia and Martín also had. There were so many that showed her complete face and those with some kind of blur, in my opinion, the ones with only the eye area blurred if someone who knew her saw them would probably recognize her (which wasn't bad at all); she definitely preferred the ones with the whole face blurred. She noticed that there weren't any blurred versions of the photos where she appeared naked, showing her face openly and absolutely everything. Seeing them and imagining her being screwed were one and the same thing. And I was already seeing Maira, 16 years old, in those same photos... I'm going to love submitting her. To her and her mother. But let's get back to Liliana... _Mely, I love the photos! The only thing is that they didn't blur my face on the ones where I'm completely naked... -love, I also had photos taken like those, which aren't meant for anyone to see; they're for you and very special people. Lily, I have a secret to tell you. - What? - Something not many people know; besides being an accountant, I'm an escort. - ?- - A while back, I ran into an old boyfriend who knew how to handle me like a girl; we started dating again and having sex, and he told me he managed departments with whores; I got hooked on the topic and now I'm being screwed by him and his partner, in their apartments a couple of times a week. And you don't get an idea of how many cuties like us are being prostituted- - What a horror what you're telling me! Your daughter, your husband! - They don't have to know, there are things that women have to keep safe. Martin saw your photos this morning. All of them. And he asked me to convince you to let him screw you, to be one of his girls. Just like I'm telling you, also I'm saying that I want you to do it; he'll take care of you and you deserve to know the experience of letting yourself be dominated by a type who will make you accept that clients can do whatever they want with your body, just like they do with mine; Martin is a natural seducer who knows how to impose dominance over us. From now on, he's become an alpha male who you'll see and feel the need to get down on your knees and show him submission, I assure you. And you will do it because besides, he'll ask you and you're enjoying the idea... You should know, among other things, and we've already talked about this, that you have a body that needs to be broken, girls who can break it, it can't stay closed up with your age. Martin can provide them for you, of very good quality. And besides, he'll make you some money, many if you're a gauchita, which will serve you for those trips you like so much. And who knows, screwing outside already knowing what's going on, with all the dollars for you, or derived to some other sexy, Lili, because once you take the taste, it'll cost you to get detached, I know what I'm saying; it seems hard and difficult at first, especially for girls like us; you'll need more than one beating since you are as you are, but that's between us and your sexy; after all, is that next... - Melisa, leaves me speechless - That's the idea, my love. Not to talk, but to let your imagination fly. By soon, start calling me Eugenia, that's my name as a slut. And since I want you to be my first victory, yours will be Vicky. Start imagining: Victoria, your novice slut, 37 years old, submissive and obedient, on your feet -Melisa, ehhh, Eugenia, it's hard for me to imagine myself as a slut -But it's warming up the idea -A little... Victoria... -That's my girl! You have to start now. Let me be your pimp today. Later you'll meet Martín, who I want to be your first sexy, the one who will really break and initiate you into this. -I never thought I could get excited by those words; sexy, slut, pimp... -And there are others: submission, delivery, slavery, which are just for you. Imagining myself as a slave incites me. And this is it; I am that, and here you see me. But now let's go to the steaks, to one of the apartments to introduce you. The only thing I ask is absolute obedience. If not, there will be punishment. And it's not a threat...I want to be very cruel with novices, and with you I can learn.
The smile that appeared on Liliana (Victoria)'s face was already a poem. Her condemnation. The future of Liliana, as Martín and Silvia had planned it, was that of a slave. My slave; I had already decided to become her owner. At least for training. Then, would I sell her? Possibly. Martín confessed to me recently that Silvia, in the beginning (daughter of a slut), wanted to put me up for auction among slaves. That girls like us (professionals, teachers, students) well-trained, are sold in exorbitant numbers. There's no problem with prostitution; we enter it quite and permanently into the business. But the market of high-level slaves is another thing. Not lacking either, but the number is already very reduced, because it requires a more exquisite, more delicate work. Above all, and generally, these girls enter the ring with restrictions (due to the fact that they usually have husbands, children, or professions that make them known, for example journalists), which limits their use as an object of Perversiones, Only in part, and not always. Sometimes, the condition of slave pays its price.A slave is a slave, no matter how many restrictions she has,The owner has them to do with her as he pleases, For that's what he paid fortunes.And the thrill of hurting with whippings, tortures, and much pain the body of a woman (with her full consent and acceptance), educated, loved, cared for, and respected, is infinite.Always, there is always a way to remedy some excesses.Also always speaking of responsible slave owners, like all those who manage that level of victims of trafficking.I hope I've managed to avoid that, although you never know; I have very powerful clients who would love to have me completely submissive, knowing that I am wife and mother, and every time I see them talking to Silvia or Martin, a chill runs down my spine...although also a warmth in the pussy.As all of them, including myself, know that what they want is something totally possible if I'm well managed.Silvia knows better than anyone.T I have to be very attentive, because if they get me, I have to give up, or in terms of my profession, count in white, slave in black.If it happens, will I have to accept my destiny? And yes. There won't be anything left for me to do.The rules of this game are what I like to play.Even knowing that for others the object of that game is rights over my body, sometimes my masochistic spirit insidiously works for them when I'm obedient, enjoying being on my knees, trying to show my face of suffering to the client who provokes it.Sometimes I see myself as Princess Leia in the golden bikini, and I like it, but in a much more submissive plan.In short: slave is a word that I like for others, but there are moments, more and more frequent, when I like it for myself.I have to be careful.Now, I want that to be the destiny of Lily as well as Maira.And I'm going to work towards that. I have to investigate the auctions...
I want to tell you now that after some time, Silvia and Martin started picking my brain to involve my friends in the activity...
They made me see that I had fantasized about some of them being subjected to me, collaborating, which is the most normal thing, it's fine, and it's what corresponds to think when one starts being prostituted, because the business always needs new merchandise, and it's inevitable to imagine friends being prostitutes when one is, they deserve it, and they know how to do it because, as I already know, there's a slut hidden in every woman waiting for someone to prove it to her, so she can satisfy clients by releasing her submissive part in exchange for some gratification. The more perverse and twisted the images are that I represent them, the better, because my payment would be seeing them do that, and they have to work to make this fantasy a reality as soon as possible, making both them and me and my friends happy.
I imagined Liliana, Sole, and her daughter Maira enslaved (they used that word with me), promising not to traffic them excessively (with me, they don't, but because I'm special), integrating them into the white slave trade network, which they're part of, because that's how it has to be, but only locally, because they were my friends. With those words. And honestly, Liliana or Maira enslaved... the idea excited me.
And I played myself. The first one was going to be Liliana...
Lily, 37 years old, well taken care of, blonde, a daughter like mine, divorced (which makes her a little more accessible for what she's It comes on top of her; there are very, but very annoying clients, and I'm not talking about kilos, precisely. She may suffer some damage, both physically (she has a little body that invites punishment, and she knows it, and accepts it, I've had her confess to me...) as emotionally, and Silvia was very clear: she wants girls without limits; specifically, and repeated those words that get me hot: luxury slaves... a primary school teacher, and a long time without joy...
I started calm, advised by Silvia and Martín, asking her things apparently in a friendly chat: how long it had been since I'd caught up, if she had fantasies about making me a slut, if she felt like giving the profile to be submissive, if she got excited about the idea of being hit by a guy... Then, the punchline: If you're feeling adventurous, we'll visit my friend's photographer tomorrow and get some photos taken, lightly dressed, with nice lingerie - Do you think so? - Yes, my love! And then we'll upload them to this webpage. I showed her on my tablet some of my own photos that I had previously uploaded to an amateur porn website, with my face blurred. She got a little scandalized, but liked the idea, so we went to see the type of lingerie she should buy.
The next day, at half past six in the afternoon, we attended our appointment with the photographer who took many photos of me already naked on the internet as a slut; he took pictures of me dressed, in underwear, topless, and finally proposed taking more completely nude ones, showing nothing but my shoes, and others breaking my waist to show my buttocks and anus (surprising myself that it was completely shaved... like she knew...) She showed some reluctance and expressed it. - But none of the photos on the web show that type of photo.
- I also took those types of photos. And many – I hastened to clarify, showing her my tablet. with those photos. No protested anymore and posed for those photos and when the photographer finished, he told us: - Well, I have to change the background and see if there's anything to adjust with lighting or exposure, I'll send them to Melissa tomorrow morning at her email address and if there are any flaws, they can let me know. - I don't want to be recognized. - Ha ha, you're not as bold as Melissa, don't worry, I'll make two versions, one with the eyes out of focus or another with the whole face out of focus. - I prefer the whole face. - That's up to them later, I'll send both versions to Meli. - Alright. The next day we agreed to meet at 9 pm in my studio; I was already waiting for her with the photos, which Silvia and Martín also had. There were so many that showed her complete face and those with some kind of blur, in my opinion, the ones with only the eye area blurred if someone who knew her saw them would probably recognize her (which wasn't bad at all); she definitely preferred the ones with the whole face blurred. She noticed that there weren't any blurred versions of the photos where she appeared naked, showing her face openly and absolutely everything. Seeing them and imagining her being screwed were one and the same thing. And I was already seeing Maira, 16 years old, in those same photos... I'm going to love submitting her. To her and her mother. But let's get back to Liliana... _Mely, I love the photos! The only thing is that they didn't blur my face on the ones where I'm completely naked... -love, I also had photos taken like those, which aren't meant for anyone to see; they're for you and very special people. Lily, I have a secret to tell you. - What? - Something not many people know; besides being an accountant, I'm an escort. - ?- - A while back, I ran into an old boyfriend who knew how to handle me like a girl; we started dating again and having sex, and he told me he managed departments with whores; I got hooked on the topic and now I'm being screwed by him and his partner, in their apartments a couple of times a week. And you don't get an idea of how many cuties like us are being prostituted- - What a horror what you're telling me! Your daughter, your husband! - They don't have to know, there are things that women have to keep safe. Martin saw your photos this morning. All of them. And he asked me to convince you to let him screw you, to be one of his girls. Just like I'm telling you, also I'm saying that I want you to do it; he'll take care of you and you deserve to know the experience of letting yourself be dominated by a type who will make you accept that clients can do whatever they want with your body, just like they do with mine; Martin is a natural seducer who knows how to impose dominance over us. From now on, he's become an alpha male who you'll see and feel the need to get down on your knees and show him submission, I assure you. And you will do it because besides, he'll ask you and you're enjoying the idea... You should know, among other things, and we've already talked about this, that you have a body that needs to be broken, girls who can break it, it can't stay closed up with your age. Martin can provide them for you, of very good quality. And besides, he'll make you some money, many if you're a gauchita, which will serve you for those trips you like so much. And who knows, screwing outside already knowing what's going on, with all the dollars for you, or derived to some other sexy, Lili, because once you take the taste, it'll cost you to get detached, I know what I'm saying; it seems hard and difficult at first, especially for girls like us; you'll need more than one beating since you are as you are, but that's between us and your sexy; after all, is that next... - Melisa, leaves me speechless - That's the idea, my love. Not to talk, but to let your imagination fly. By soon, start calling me Eugenia, that's my name as a slut. And since I want you to be my first victory, yours will be Vicky. Start imagining: Victoria, your novice slut, 37 years old, submissive and obedient, on your feet -Melisa, ehhh, Eugenia, it's hard for me to imagine myself as a slut -But it's warming up the idea -A little... Victoria... -That's my girl! You have to start now. Let me be your pimp today. Later you'll meet Martín, who I want to be your first sexy, the one who will really break and initiate you into this. -I never thought I could get excited by those words; sexy, slut, pimp... -And there are others: submission, delivery, slavery, which are just for you. Imagining myself as a slave incites me. And this is it; I am that, and here you see me. But now let's go to the steaks, to one of the apartments to introduce you. The only thing I ask is absolute obedience. If not, there will be punishment. And it's not a threat...I want to be very cruel with novices, and with you I can learn.
The smile that appeared on Liliana (Victoria)'s face was already a poem. Her condemnation. The future of Liliana, as Martín and Silvia had planned it, was that of a slave. My slave; I had already decided to become her owner. At least for training. Then, would I sell her? Possibly. Martín confessed to me recently that Silvia, in the beginning (daughter of a slut), wanted to put me up for auction among slaves. That girls like us (professionals, teachers, students) well-trained, are sold in exorbitant numbers. There's no problem with prostitution; we enter it quite and permanently into the business. But the market of high-level slaves is another thing. Not lacking either, but the number is already very reduced, because it requires a more exquisite, more delicate work. Above all, and generally, these girls enter the ring with restrictions (due to the fact that they usually have husbands, children, or professions that make them known, for example journalists), which limits their use as an object of Perversiones, Only in part, and not always. Sometimes, the condition of slave pays its price.A slave is a slave, no matter how many restrictions she has,The owner has them to do with her as he pleases, For that's what he paid fortunes.And the thrill of hurting with whippings, tortures, and much pain the body of a woman (with her full consent and acceptance), educated, loved, cared for, and respected, is infinite.Always, there is always a way to remedy some excesses.Also always speaking of responsible slave owners, like all those who manage that level of victims of trafficking.I hope I've managed to avoid that, although you never know; I have very powerful clients who would love to have me completely submissive, knowing that I am wife and mother, and every time I see them talking to Silvia or Martin, a chill runs down my spine...although also a warmth in the pussy.As all of them, including myself, know that what they want is something totally possible if I'm well managed.Silvia knows better than anyone.T I have to be very attentive, because if they get me, I have to give up, or in terms of my profession, count in white, slave in black.If it happens, will I have to accept my destiny? And yes. There won't be anything left for me to do.The rules of this game are what I like to play.Even knowing that for others the object of that game is rights over my body, sometimes my masochistic spirit insidiously works for them when I'm obedient, enjoying being on my knees, trying to show my face of suffering to the client who provokes it.Sometimes I see myself as Princess Leia in the golden bikini, and I like it, but in a much more submissive plan.In short: slave is a word that I like for others, but there are moments, more and more frequent, when I like it for myself.I have to be careful.Now, I want that to be the destiny of Lily as well as Maira.And I'm going to work towards that. I have to investigate the auctions...
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