And here we were the two of us, with Liliana (Victoria), on the verge of starting the most important and hottest adventure of her life, her career as a slut.
It all happened so quickly that I was left in shock. It's like Martin says, we all have a slut inside. The moment, a push, and our internal slut is unleashed.
I couldn't under any circumstances waste the opportunity to debut Lily under my control. With the phone full, I talked to Silvia to let her know about the new merchandise and to prepare a slave bracelet (the submission ritual is vital for this type of girl in this activity. She learns so quickly...); with Sofia, the climate girl, to have her provide services that night (with the bracelet on), and Lily to realize that our environment was supplied with high-quality women.
Paula, Liliana's daughter, was with her dad those days, and Agustina, my own, was at home with her nanny. I talked to my husband to let him know that I would be staying in the studio finishing some balances tonight.
The family issue resolved, we headed to the Duarte Quirós street apartment in Lily's car, with me constantly hammering away at themes of submission, docility, and obedience (manipulating her to leave her without escape and in conditions to be quickly subdued, which is what both Lily and Silvia need), since she was already a slut and should be proud of it, because it's the most eternal profession in the world; that from now on her body would have owners who could do with her whatever they had agreed (slavery is another thing, but I didn't tell her that, and that's what I hope will await her...), that not being compliant with clients could mean some correction (I was already imagining our sexy one applying it to her, like the ones I receive occasionally, more for his enjoyment than anything else, which doesn't bother me even if it hurts, but he says that women who are prostitutes (especially mommy's girls)... We have to know the weight of our pimp's hand to be profitable and not forget who's in charge, even if we entered this world by choice... It's more, I'm intensely desiring it.... I'll ask Martin to let me assist and console her. And make it very rough. Seeing her surprised and suffering face is going to be a thrill; we have to film it. Liliana, get ready. Or better not. I'll make you walk the plank. And soon, not too soon, but soon... But don't worry if what's going to happen is something we all like: F**king! (and other slightly humiliating things she'll have to listen to or do, but that's not what I said...)
And here we are. We parked the car a block away from the Justice Palace, asked her to let me pay for the hotel room, and crossed the street (mid-block. That doesn't happen). As expected, Lily copped out at that moment: Melisa, this isn't for me. I regret listening to you and coming here, I'm so ashamed, so scared, it's terrifying...
Grabbing her arm tightly, without stopping and with my best daughter of a slut face, I played tough: too late, VICTORIA. You're already in, no turning back. They're waiting for you to make you a slut, just like they do with me. And now they'll do it either way, then you'll enter paradise or hell. You know them, they know who you are. You choose. You were destined for this department since birth, too late... Stop messing around, silly. You're made to be f**ked, like me, and you know it, feel it; your body gets hard when you imagine being a slut. Besides, with these people, you don't play around, I'm warning you.
As expected, the submissive one appeared, along with her smile. She asked me to stop for air, and then the magic word: let's go
It all happened so quickly that I was left in shock. It's like Martin says, we all have a slut inside. The moment, a push, and our internal slut is unleashed.
I couldn't under any circumstances waste the opportunity to debut Lily under my control. With the phone full, I talked to Silvia to let her know about the new merchandise and to prepare a slave bracelet (the submission ritual is vital for this type of girl in this activity. She learns so quickly...); with Sofia, the climate girl, to have her provide services that night (with the bracelet on), and Lily to realize that our environment was supplied with high-quality women.
Paula, Liliana's daughter, was with her dad those days, and Agustina, my own, was at home with her nanny. I talked to my husband to let him know that I would be staying in the studio finishing some balances tonight.
The family issue resolved, we headed to the Duarte Quirós street apartment in Lily's car, with me constantly hammering away at themes of submission, docility, and obedience (manipulating her to leave her without escape and in conditions to be quickly subdued, which is what both Lily and Silvia need), since she was already a slut and should be proud of it, because it's the most eternal profession in the world; that from now on her body would have owners who could do with her whatever they had agreed (slavery is another thing, but I didn't tell her that, and that's what I hope will await her...), that not being compliant with clients could mean some correction (I was already imagining our sexy one applying it to her, like the ones I receive occasionally, more for his enjoyment than anything else, which doesn't bother me even if it hurts, but he says that women who are prostitutes (especially mommy's girls)... We have to know the weight of our pimp's hand to be profitable and not forget who's in charge, even if we entered this world by choice... It's more, I'm intensely desiring it.... I'll ask Martin to let me assist and console her. And make it very rough. Seeing her surprised and suffering face is going to be a thrill; we have to film it. Liliana, get ready. Or better not. I'll make you walk the plank. And soon, not too soon, but soon... But don't worry if what's going to happen is something we all like: F**king! (and other slightly humiliating things she'll have to listen to or do, but that's not what I said...)
And here we are. We parked the car a block away from the Justice Palace, asked her to let me pay for the hotel room, and crossed the street (mid-block. That doesn't happen). As expected, Lily copped out at that moment: Melisa, this isn't for me. I regret listening to you and coming here, I'm so ashamed, so scared, it's terrifying...
Grabbing her arm tightly, without stopping and with my best daughter of a slut face, I played tough: too late, VICTORIA. You're already in, no turning back. They're waiting for you to make you a slut, just like they do with me. And now they'll do it either way, then you'll enter paradise or hell. You know them, they know who you are. You choose. You were destined for this department since birth, too late... Stop messing around, silly. You're made to be f**ked, like me, and you know it, feel it; your body gets hard when you imagine being a slut. Besides, with these people, you don't play around, I'm warning you.
As expected, the submissive one appeared, along with her smile. She asked me to stop for air, and then the magic word: let's go
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