Back With My Old Madame
I left my previous Madame to go back to the woman that put me on this road in the first fuckin' place.
Coerced and against my will and shit..beaten...raped...drugged and shit.
Just constant, y'know?
Was with her for fuckin' years.
Then shit happened and I went with the new Madame, which was good in terms of how she treated us but it just screwed my brains.
I mean, she was nice. She is nice. But, maybe, like...too nice.
Does that make sense?
Like, being controlled and beaten for not 'toeing the line'. Doing what is asked - ordered - in terms of what to wear, what to do, who to fuck, what drugs and shit to take. That was all down to her.
The other one was respectful and kind. Giving me freedom.
That shit is scary!
What the fuck can I do with freedom?
There's a weird kind of pleasure that you get from pleasing someone that's hard to please..berating you....forcing you into things.
Like, doing all sorts of sexual shit with men and women at the brothel and, at the end of your 15 hour shift, after having 'pleasured' 23 punters and made her a shit-tonne of coin, getting a "You've done great, bitch!" for your efforts.
That's what I was missing.
That's why I went back.
Embarrassed? 'bout everything, but letting down my old Madame.
The bitch is classy enough to still be on friendly terms with me.
I love her to bits.
But...I need this...to keep my head together.
Coerced and against my will and shit..beaten...raped...drugged and shit.
Just constant, y'know?
Was with her for fuckin' years.
Then shit happened and I went with the new Madame, which was good in terms of how she treated us but it just screwed my brains.
I mean, she was nice. She is nice. But, maybe, like...too nice.
Does that make sense?
Like, being controlled and beaten for not 'toeing the line'. Doing what is asked - ordered - in terms of what to wear, what to do, who to fuck, what drugs and shit to take. That was all down to her.
The other one was respectful and kind. Giving me freedom.
That shit is scary!
What the fuck can I do with freedom?
There's a weird kind of pleasure that you get from pleasing someone that's hard to please..berating you....forcing you into things.
Like, doing all sorts of sexual shit with men and women at the brothel and, at the end of your 15 hour shift, after having 'pleasured' 23 punters and made her a shit-tonne of coin, getting a "You've done great, bitch!" for your efforts.
That's what I was missing.
That's why I went back.
Embarrassed? 'bout everything, but letting down my old Madame.
The bitch is classy enough to still be on friendly terms with me.
I love her to bits.
But...I need this...to keep my head together.




