How Madame became Mistress - Part 1
In an earlier post I touched on how I am attracted to strong confident men and women and how I like to please them. This was a big factor in my decision to become a prostitute. At the time I didn’t know anything about dominance and submission.
When I started working at the brothel Madame told me what was expected of me and went through a lot of dos and don’ts. At first I thought every new lady was given the same instructions. I was right except for one detail.
The first few weeks went by. I made some mistakes and I learnt from them. I aware that Madame was keeping a close eye on what I was doing and how well I did it and I put that down to me being new. Apart from that she didn’t appear to be treating me any differently from any of the other ladies.
Then I began to pick up on things the other ladies had been saying to me after I’d finished a session. Things like “I’d never go with him” and “I wouldn’t do that”. I distinctly remembered Madame telling me that I was never to turn down a client unless he was showing obvious signs of having a STI and that I could not refuse a client’s request. That confused me so I asked Madame about the conflict.
“I expect more from you because you aren’t like the others” She paused looking into my eyes and continuing only when I lowered my eyes “Tell me, why did you decide to come here and work for me? Apart from the money…”
“Because I want to please” I remembered our first meeting and I made a connection “Because I want to please you. I remember the first time we met. I wanted to then because I sensed that you wanted me to please you”
“Good girl. Yes, I do want you to please me. And you have pleased me” I remember a feeling of gratitude or was it contentment when she said this. “You are doing what I expect you to do and you’re not complaining. You have accepted your place here” She paused before adding “Tell me what your place is here Julia”
I was puzzled. What was she asking for? I said with more hope than confidence “I am one of your ladies”
She frowned at me “There is a better word than ‘ladies’”
I thought about it. ‘Prostitutes’ didn’t sound right. ‘Slut’? No, sluts don’t get paid. Then it hit me “I’m one of your whores Madame” I said admitting to myself and Madame that I was a whore, not a working girl or a sex worker or anything else.
“Good girl. Yes, you’re a whore. It’s not a nice word and none of your colleagues will put up with being called one. But between you and me, you are a whore. Do you understand?
“Yes Madame” I replied accepting the label with all of its connotations.
“One last thing Julia, You will refer to me as Madame at all times. So… yes Madame, no Madame. I will call you Julia or whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes Madame”
With that my journey into submission was under way.
I think I’ll stop here since it’s rather long. Part two will come when I have time.
When I started working at the brothel Madame told me what was expected of me and went through a lot of dos and don’ts. At first I thought every new lady was given the same instructions. I was right except for one detail.
The first few weeks went by. I made some mistakes and I learnt from them. I aware that Madame was keeping a close eye on what I was doing and how well I did it and I put that down to me being new. Apart from that she didn’t appear to be treating me any differently from any of the other ladies.
Then I began to pick up on things the other ladies had been saying to me after I’d finished a session. Things like “I’d never go with him” and “I wouldn’t do that”. I distinctly remembered Madame telling me that I was never to turn down a client unless he was showing obvious signs of having a STI and that I could not refuse a client’s request. That confused me so I asked Madame about the conflict.
“I expect more from you because you aren’t like the others” She paused looking into my eyes and continuing only when I lowered my eyes “Tell me, why did you decide to come here and work for me? Apart from the money…”
“Because I want to please” I remembered our first meeting and I made a connection “Because I want to please you. I remember the first time we met. I wanted to then because I sensed that you wanted me to please you”
“Good girl. Yes, I do want you to please me. And you have pleased me” I remember a feeling of gratitude or was it contentment when she said this. “You are doing what I expect you to do and you’re not complaining. You have accepted your place here” She paused before adding “Tell me what your place is here Julia”
I was puzzled. What was she asking for? I said with more hope than confidence “I am one of your ladies”
She frowned at me “There is a better word than ‘ladies’”
I thought about it. ‘Prostitutes’ didn’t sound right. ‘Slut’? No, sluts don’t get paid. Then it hit me “I’m one of your whores Madame” I said admitting to myself and Madame that I was a whore, not a working girl or a sex worker or anything else.
“Good girl. Yes, you’re a whore. It’s not a nice word and none of your colleagues will put up with being called one. But between you and me, you are a whore. Do you understand?
“Yes Madame” I replied accepting the label with all of its connotations.
“One last thing Julia, You will refer to me as Madame at all times. So… yes Madame, no Madame. I will call you Julia or whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes Madame”
With that my journey into submission was under way.
I think I’ll stop here since it’s rather long. Part two will come when I have time.
