A Whore's Story

 The following story is fiction but is based on some real-life adventures. The photos used are from the public domain. I used some vintage photos of sex workers reminding us that "this is the world's oldest profession".

The Beginning

I was always promiscuous. I flirted with neighborhood boys, older men, and women. I had an insatiable appetite for all things sensual. I read many sexy novels, like “The Story of O”, the classics of Marquis de Sade’s  - “Justine and “120 Days of Sodom”. My best friend’s father had a huge collection of soft porn magazines like “Hustler”, “Playboy” and lots of others. Me and Lil would sneak the mags out and devour the pictures and stories – me wishing that I would be a center fold someday. The other girls in our class wanted to be nurses or teachers – not me!  When I got my first lap top I would spend hours watching hard core porn and reading stories about prostitutes. I let my centerfold dreams slide by for the desire to be a call girl. 

I grew up with two sisters and my mom who was the bread winner. I never knew my father as he abandoned us before I was born. Sex was an open topic in our family. My mom raised me and my sisters to have a healthy sex life. I told her about my dreams. She would tell me that things can happen – but after college.

Oh did I forget to tell you that Mom owned a very successful escort service? (You can read about it in an earlier blog of mine)

Lil and I were wild kids in high school.  We were popular and sexually active and did some dumb things. Lil and I craved sex and each other. We were known as the “Bad Kids”.

Learning the business

When we were 18 and seniors we would skip classes and go to New York City from our Long Island home. We loved walking around the City. We would take a train into Penn Station and go up to the street where Macy’s was located and shop. We walked around the streets taking in the sights.

Many times guys stared at us or would ask if we were “lost” or needed help. We laughed and kept walking. We knew what they really wanted!

Sometimes we ended up in really seedy areas.

 Walking along 11^th Ave and the 30’s we saw lots of street walkers. Lightly dressed (sometimes partly naked) waving to cars as they drove by. We watched the women take men into a vacant building, alleys or hop in a car. 

As we strolled along a street a large brand new Cadillac slowly drove ahead of us.  He stopped smiled at us and said, “you look lost”. His car seemed out of place for the neighborhood.  I smiled back and said "no sir we are not lost - we are just sightseers". 

 He had a large toothy grin, I saw that he eyeballed our bodies.  Lil and I stopped walking but kept a distance from his car.  He grinned  and said "you girls are curious about how the local economy works, .....I know what you are thinking."

Lil whispered to me "I think he is a pimp".  He said “you two are beautiful ladies and you have some fine ass…. well toned bodies and you like to show it off....you can make some “serious” money… “ I smiled at his compliment. I winked at Lil and whispered "yes he is a pimp".

He opened the door of his large Cadillac  and told us to get in. We hesitated and he said, “I’m not going to knife you I just  want to show you 'curious tourists' some of the 'sights'  in my hood”. We giggled. 

He seemed friendly, so we sat in the front.  I sat in the middle, he wrapped his arm around me and put his hand on Lil's shoulder. 

He asked our names and said his name was Jax. 

He drove us around his “hood”. He said that he owned the territory, and he pointed too some of his hookers who were working. 

We drove around and then he pulled his car over and pointed to a red head up the street. we watched as she was talking to a man in a Chevy.... then she got into the front seat and they drove off. He the pulled me a little closer to him and said "See how easy she did that.. she is one of the best ho's in my stable".

He took a large roll of cash out of his pants and waved it in front of me. He said, “dis is what my ho’s earn”. My nips hardened when I stared at all that money. I became very aroused looking at the money he held in front of me... knowing how he got it.

Lil asked him "do your girls give you all the money they earn?" He said of course, I bring them customers, take them to parties buy their clothes and protect them and get rid of poachers.... I work hard and they get a generous allowance." I noticed that he gave Lil a little scowl.  

We noted that the cops just drove by not caring what was going on in the streets.

Lil said “we are graduating from high school in a couple of weeks, so we are too busy to work ---- for now” and we need to go back home.  He stashed the roll of cash in his pocket and shrugged and drove us to Penn Station.

When we got out of the car we saw some commuters staring at us. The pimp said “see them white boys eyeballing you?  .. you can monetize their lust if you come work for me…” He handed Lil a business card with his name Jax and his cell number saying “call me when you change your mind. (He stressed when) I kissed him on his cheek - winking. And he drove off.”

These hookers made an impression on us. Our young female bodies are in demand and the John’s would pay for it.

On the ride back to the burbs, Lil said “it looks like fun, and we can make some easy money. The cops are not harassing the hookers or the John’s so what do we have to lose?” 

I wondered about the offer Jax had made. I said to Lil "he seemed very nice and could probably protect us". Lil replied "why give him any money?- we would do all the work  while he rides around in his big pimp-car." I said "I am thinking about why all the girls that he said worked for him wanted to?" Lil then said that there are all dumb ass broads that cant think for them selves"                         
                                                  

I agreed with Lil. (remember my dreams?) "let's do it!

One late spring afternoon Lil and I dressed in booty shorts and halter tops (no underwear). My butt cheeks were hanging out of my shorts and our tits were swaying. We wanted to look hot and sexy but did not want to be partially nude like some of the whores on the street.

Mom saw how we were dressed, and I knew that she was on to what we were doing. She warned us about the dangers to women dressed the way were and to be very careful. She also said we look like amateurs we weren’t even made up well. She knew if she tried to stop us we would sneak out anyway. Lil and I ignored her advice. 

We took a subway to Penn station. We were approached by men right away – we looked hot, young, and available – and we were!!

We agreed to charge the men $20 for a blow job, $50 for a fuck. And we began our new adventure as street whores.

I sucked many old white cocks. Sometimes we worked together but mostly one on one with the Johns.

We were freelancers underselling the street hookers. They were pissed that we were intruding into their territory. The pimps would chase us – but we always got away.

We did this for a couple of months, and we turned lots of tricks. It seemed like there was an endless supply of John’s. We noticed that the cops ignored the street action and rarely hassled us.

The Game is over.

One night we were standing on a dark corner when a van drove up beside us, I winked to Lil and said, “we may be going to another “party”.

The doors of the van opened, and two huge black Men suddenly jumped out - I recognized the big one as a Jax the pimp from the neighborhood. We were cornered, there was no escape. They grabbed me and Lil holding us tight in rock their hard arms. We were thrown into the van.

It happened all too fast and sudden, -- we were stunned. -- I was frightened. The van drove off.

Jax held Lil and had a large knife held to her neck while the other held me.

Jax said you cunts have been stealing from me and you now you is going to repay every dollar. I heard the driver said: “yeah Massa Jason is goanna want to do des kunts”. The big one said,” yeah they are fine ass”.

I was sure we were going to die.

Jax yelled – “take your clothes off”. I quickly complied stripping naked and taking my shoes off.

He grabbed my booty shorts and took the money out of the pockets and took all our cash, credit cards, cell phones and drivers’ license out of our purses.  

He told the driver to pull over. There were a couple of tranny hookers on the corner he called them over and gave them our all our clothes, shoes and stuff, “here is a gift from Massa Jason” he said. They looked in and saw our naked bodies and thanked the pimp.

The van screeched away and parked in a dark alley a few blocks away.

The driver came to the back of the van, and all three dropped their pants and took out the largest cocks I have ever seen.

Jax said “You dirty cunts are going to learn who owns these streets….”

Learning a Lesson                                                                                                                   

There was a dirty old mattress in the back of the van. 

I could tell that Jax was the leader. He was giving orders to the other two. I did not know the names of the other two. Jax was the lead pimp of this crew and the neighborhood where Lil and I worked hustled.

Jax ordered them to throw us down on the mattress, It smelled like urine. He said, “Now fuck their brains out – if they have any”.

Then the three of them began to fuck me and Lil hard.

No hole of ours was spared. I grunted loudly as one rammed his cock into my ass and the other’s cock was in my mouth. I could hear Lil moan loudly as Jax was deep in her vag.

As they were raping us my mind went back to what my mom said, “be careful.” Lil and I took a big risk walking the streets along the west side. I knew I should have listened. She is very wise woman. She would often have some of her escorts at our home for dinner. These girls were gorgeous, well dressed expertly made up and wore expensive clothes. I loved listening to their stories and dreamed of having their life. The game that Lil and I played on the streets was a world apart from what they did.

Lil and I were being assaulted for what seemed like hours and to be honest I was enjoying being fucked by the BBC’s.

I could tell that it was morning as the sun was beginning to shine.

They stopped and Lil and I cowered on the other side of the mattress. I saw that Jax was on his cell. He told the driver to go to the corner of White St. and Canal.

He told us that it was time to get breakfast.  

When he pulled to the curb they opened the door and dragged us out of the van and then drove off.

We were naked with no money or ID’s.  Pedestrians s were staring at us when two cop cars approached.

The cops got out of their cars and came over to us with blankets, they cuffed us and put the blankets 
over me and Lil. It was the first time that we got busted. 

I looked around and saw that the building in front of us was the Manhattan Detention Center. I then realized that Jax had called the cops to arrest us. The cops would get credit for arresting two hookers and all they had to do was walk us inside. This was a set up. And he probably paid the cops for protection – from competition and looking away from the street action.

Lil and I were put into a large holding cell. Most of the women in the cell were all jailed for prostitution. I thought they probably did not have “police protection”.

We talked with our sister hookers. Where they worked and how many tricks they would turn in a day.

They told us that they all had pimps.

I told them that we were freelancers.

One of the hookers said that we were stupid not to have a pimp. She said that we would make good money with a pimp and not have to worry about clothes, drugs or food since the pimp take good care of the girls in his stable – as long as they performed well.

Another woman told us that her pimp required her to turn 10 tricks a day “when I am not ragging”. Another said that her pimp wants her to work when “aunt flo” visits – “some johns like blood on their dicks.”

All Rise

A few hours went by when the bailiff came to the cell and called me and Lil to go with her.

She took us to a dingy conference room. Inside was a well-groomed and dressed black man. He motioned to us to sit down. He had an expensive-looking brief case and took some papers out.

He said that he was our lawyer and was going to represent us at the arraignment. I looked at him puzzled – he said that his fee was covered by his client who he would not name.

He knew our names and addresses and asked a couple of questions. I saw my driver’s license in his file and wondered how he got hold of it. Then the bailiff came to the room and told the lawyer that the judge was ready. He acknowledged her and got up saying “I will see you in the court room”.

 The bailiff then took hold of me and Lil and led us down another corridor that opened into the court room.

We heard our names called and the case numbers. Our lawyer asked to speak to the judge with the prosecutor. They had a “side bar” with the judge. I watched them talk with all three shaking their heads yes. The lawyer and the prosecutor then went to their tables. The judge banged his gavel saying “case dismissed due to a lack of evidence”, he looked at us and said “you are free to go” then gaveled for the next case.

 Restitution

Lil and I were stunned this was over in less than 2 minutes. I went to thank the lawyer – he said forget it – just go.

We turned to leave and then saw my mom and Lil’s sitting next to Jax and another well-dressed black man. I was stunned at the sight and wondered what was going on.

We ran up to our mothers and hugged them tightly crying that we were sorry for not listening to them. Mom said that’s all well and good but you two have to make some reparations.

We left the court room when the other man told Jax to stay and bail out some of the “other hoes and get them back working the streets”. “Other hoes I thought?

The five of us left the detention center and piled into a limousine waiting for us at the corner where we were arrested earlier that day. The limo pulled away and I wanted to say something, but my mom slapped my face and told me to hush. She had never done that before.

We pulled up in front of a townhouse in the Gramercy Park neighborhood.  Mom motioned to us to go inside. When I got inside I recognized two women who were from her escort service.  

Mom then took us upstairs to a small suite. She sat down on the sofa with Lil’s mom and the man.

She looked at me with a scowl on her face. She introduced us to the man and said, “this is Mr. Jason Sir” And “You two are lucky that he is a business associate of mine. If not you would be gone and sold on the sex market”

That shook me up I stammered, and Mom said don’t say anything”

 You two have to pay Mr. Jason back from what you stole from him with your stupid hooker games”. This is not a game!”.

“Now go into the other room and take a shower, clean the grunge off and put the clean clothes on that are laid out on the bed. While you are cleaning up Mr. Jason, Lil’s mom and I will decide your future.”

Lil and I took a shower together. She asked me what the fuck is going on? I said that I had no clue. We washed each other, lathering each other’s smooth sleek young bodies.

As we stepped out of the shower and were drying off Lil said; “we were set up this morning with the pimps, cops, lawyers even your mom is involved”. I looked at her bewildered and nodding in agreement. “Yeah but I don’t get how mom is involved with all this.

I heard mom yell from the living room: “girls get in here now”.

Lil and I went into the living room. Mom and Lil’s mom were seated, so was Mr. Jason.

Mom told us to kneel on the floor.

Mom started: “You stupid girls, first you don’t listen to me and go into the city whoring, you steal from Mr. Jason, and sell yourselves for next to nothing. Lil said: “we stole nothing”…. with that her mother slapped her across the face yelling “Just listen for once!!”

Lil started to cry.

I said, “Mom I don’t understand we were just having some fun!”….. and she slapped me for the second time that day… I was shocked because she had never hit me before.

She said “You two were taking customers away from Mr. Jason and underselling his girls. They had a quota of tricks to meet and because of you two cheap whores they were not making bank!”

Still stunned from her slap I was so confused by what she was saying.

“You two are lucky that I have an excellent business relationship with Mr. Jason. He is the King Pimp and he runs one of largest sex businesses in the City and I own the largest escort service. He sends me his best girls and I pay a royalty.

He wants restitution for his loss and expenses plus interest’. His men could have sold you to sex traffickers this morning and then been shipped off to some foreign country”.

Your fortunate the street pimps gave him your ID’s and he recognized your name Lynn.” He called the lawyer who got your prostitution charges dropped and you have to pay back the legal bill.

Lil said “ok ok I will get a job after school and pay him back” Lil’s mom said “you still don’t get it – you will be working for him to pay every penny that you owe”. You wanted to play whore… now you will be a real whore….. No more high school or proms or dates with the football team gang bangs”.

I asked “why can’t we work here?” She shook her head and said “because you are under 18 now and it is a Class A felony. The cops would shut me down despite all that I pay them.

I  thought to myself “Mom is like a pimp and I I must have inherited her genes”

I asked, “How long will we be working for this Jason guy?” With that my mom slapped me a third time saying “You will address him as Mr. Jason Sir! and you will do whatever he tells you for how long it takes to repay him”.

She went on with an angry tone: “You two are so damned lucky that he is kind and generous and did not sell you off or kill you. I have a business to run and can’t afford to have you two bimbo whores ruin it with your stupidity!”  Lil’s mom thanked Mr. Jason for saving her daughter.

Mom said “we are going to leave you to Mr. Jason Sir now”. We got up and hugged our moms. I said “I am so sorry Mom that I fucked up so bad.” she held me tight and hugged me. then left.

Mr. Jason then nodded to the escorts. They told us to stand and remove all our clothes but keep the “fuck me pumps” on. We quickly obeyed.

Mr. Jason then got up and walked around while inspecting us muttering “that is fine white meat”. He slapped Lil’s ass and said, “yes fine meat”. He went on” Ok cunts I own you now. And you will do as your mama’s told you to do except you will call me Massa Jason”

He told us to wear a thong, stockings and fuck me pumps along with the a sexy red dress.

That’s our whore story … I hope you enjoyed it…. hugs. Lynn

My Story

My Story

 An Autobiographical/Fiction

This is a story about me and my best friend Lil.  We became close friends in middle school. We went to high school and college together and we remain close friends today. We shared similar experiences. Her mom and my family were very close friends and our lives are intertwined.

I am writing this as an autobiographical fiction. Most of this story is true, but I have made some changes to protect identities. I embellished some things to make it more interesting. So it is part real and part fiction – I am not telling you which is which. 

(All of the photos are in the public domain on the internet. None of them are of me my friends  or relatives nor of the places that we worked or lived in.)

Growing up
 When my mother was 18 she gave birth to my sister Dana. Mom married my sister’s father. Six year later I was born

but we do not know who my father was. You see my sister’s father left the family about a year before I was born. I am told that had "substance abuse" addictions and he did not work much. And he left us with some debts. We were dirt poor. Mom never got her high school diploma so she could not get a job that paid her well enough to keep an apartment in New York and raise two girls. So she did what she could only do – she rented her body for money – she was a prostitute.

This was not a new profession for our family. My grandmother had been a prostitute in France. So in some way it is in our genes. My mom, sister and aunts all have well endowed bodies. They are very attractive and beautiful. I am too but I did not get the genes for large breasts (another reason why I wont share photos)

 Mom was 24 when I was born. She taught my sister and I to love all the gifts of creation – the earth, fire, air, water and spirit. Mom and my aunts are Wiccan’s and we were raised to participate in some of the rituals. Mom believed in the Wicca Reed “If it harm none, do as thou will”. This is her guiding path.

Mom loved everything sexual. She was a very free person and shared her love of sex with me and Dana. She was not inhibited from teaching us about all things feminine, including sex. I knew about reproduction from and early age. We were also taught how to dress and look

attractive. She also taught us about hygiene and protection from diseases and birth control. We knew that sex was healthy and pleasurable. Sex was not to be hidden or secretive. We were created sexual beings and created to enjoy all its pleasures. It’s not that she gave us classes – we just knew from her lifestyle and my aunts.

 I developed at a very early age. My breasts started to bud at 8 and I had my first menstruation at 10.

Growing up I was very active sexually. I was making out with boys in fifth grade and letting them “round the bases” by the end of sixth grade! I lost my virginity when I

was 12 in the seventh grade. Although I was not the first in my class!. He was a 16 year old junior in high school. I even tried bondage and other sexual kinks at this time - nothing was off limits.

I shared all my experiences with my mom and sister and of course Lil my best friend. We had no secrets. She was pleased that I was enjoying life and my body and she reminded me of the appropriate cautions – as well as advice.

 She also taught us that masturbation is a pleasurable experience. Mom had a large collection of vibrators, dildos, cuffs, restraints and sexy clothes. When she realized that we had found her “stash” she bought my

sister and I our first vibrators. And she showed us how to use them. Lil and I had found her mom's 'stash" and my mom let her know what was going on. I think that bit of honesty opened up a very close friendship for them.  

 Mom's Career
 Mom began working as a call girl for a escort service. But after a few years she started her own escort service. Her sister helped her run it. 

When there were not enough “models” available, Mom or my aunt would take the call. Most of the calls were at hotels in New York but a few were in private residences.

On rare occasions the client would have an in-call at our home. So a few times a month a man would come to the apartment and mom and he would have sex in her bedroom. 

We were kept out of sight from the John’s. Sometimes my aunt would babysit us but there were times that we stayed in the house. We could not help to over hear what was going on in the bed room and sometimes we would watch through the doorway. I liked watching her work and I learned a few “tricks”. I of course told her that I had watched her – she was not pleased since I may have freaked the “John”, but she never really scolded me.

 Now I don’t want to leave the impression that our home life was like living in a brothel or a Nevada bordello. Mom did not flaunt her profession. Our homes were furnished tastefully – with what she could afford. We did not walk around wearing stilettos and garter belts all day. No not at all. Mom dressed simply but elegantly and she bought us similar type of clothes. She was a very loving single parent, trying to raise her kids as best as she could. 



She opened the agency for a few reasons and one of them was so that she could spend more time with us. She was at soccer games and school plays, she helped with homework and tucked us in at night when she was home. Some may say that our home life was a form of child abuse – nothing could be further from the truth. As I said, mom knew that sex was a gift and that we are sexual persons. She embraced her sexuality and taught us to do the same.

 The Agency
 As we got older, the escort service was getting busier. My mom had enough saved money to buy a house in a good suburban area of NY.

My sister would help with answering the calls or contacting

the “models” and drivers. I helped a little to with contacting the models and some background checks.   LIl too also earned some extra money, by helping out. Lil' needed the extra money to buy things. Her parents got divorced and her mom struggled with paying bills. I found out later that mom was helping them to keep their house. 

When a political convention came to New York the period around that time was a very busy one for the escort service. Some days it was so busy that there were not enough “models” available for the calls. Both my mom and aunt were taking calls themselves. My sister had turned 20 and was in college. She asked mom if she could work for her. Mom agreed because she knew if she said no – my sister may go to work for another agency. Lil's mom also helped out. So the 4 of them and all the other girls were very busy during this time and lots of money was rolling in.

Some of her special clients would still come the new house on occasion. One summer day, when I was 16 and I was going into my junior year at the new high school, was the day I became a prostitute.

Becoming a Prostitute
 My mom and Dana were out of the house. I was home alone. The doorbell rang and it was one of my Mom’s clients. He was in his 50’s it seemed – not athletic but not paunchy either. I recognized him but he did not recognize me. I invited him into the house and he sat down in our living room. I offered him a cool drink. I went to the kitchen and frantically tried reaching my mom, sister and

aunt. They were not picking up the pages or the text messages. When I came back, I told him that Jules (my mom’s escort name) was not at home. He seemed agitated. I told him to wait a few minutes while I tried to reach her. I went to my room and tried contacting them again but still no answer.I called Lil and told her about the situation. She encouraged me to "take him as a client".

 I did not want mom to loose this client, so I changed my clothes into something a little more revealing. I went back to the living room and took the clients hand. I told him that Jules "apologizes for being late" and that she had asked me to entertain him. Even though I was 16, I had a look and mannerism of a more mature young woman and I was very sexually experienced.

He agreed to my offer and we went to my Mom’s bedroom. I asked him to undress as I went into her bathroom. I had seen her do this before. While I was in the bathroom I was very nervous. I took a few deep breaths and said to myself “you can do this – it’s for mom”. When I went back to the bedroom he had undressed himself and was sitting on the bed. I saw that he had placed money on the night table.

 I slipped off my blouse and took off my panties. I was trying not to look nervous hoping that I would not make many mistakes. I smiled at him and then slowly and

seductively knelt down in front of him. I could see him getting aroused. I took his cock in my hand and massaged it a few times and then started to give him a blow job. He was holding my head and I heard him moan with pleasure. This aroused me! 

After a few minutes I laid him down on the bed. I mounted his stiff cock and started to fuck him. He was fondling my breasts and caressing my body. I could tell he was really enjoying himself. I was no longer nervous! I felt I was doing the right thing. He came rather fast, and I faked an orgasm. In less than a half hour it was all finished. I went to the bathroom and came back with a warm wash cloth and towel. I cleaned and dried him off as I had seen my mom do with others.

 He was very pleased with my service and wanted to know if he could make an appointment with me again. I told him that he should work through Jules. After he left the house I checked the night table and saw that he had left $300. I was really excited. I had earned money, saved a client for my mom and pleased the man as well. I really liked being a prostitute and was eager to do it again.

I called Lil and she came over right away. She said "tell me everything!" So I did not leave out any detail. We were both giddy with excitement.Working in the "back office" and knowing that our parents were professional call girls made the experience like an inevitable breakthrough. We wondered if mom would let us work as models.

When my mom came home, I told her all about it and how I tried to reach everyone. She was really angry, not at me but at herself for forgetting about an appointment. She gave me a big hug and kiss and thanked me for taking the initiative to help.

She told me that Lil and I could not work in the business. Even though we was mature enough, we were legally underage and we could get into a lot of trouble. She wanted us to wait until we were of legal age and the decide. This was the last time she permitted in-calls at our house.

 Although I was not permitted to work as a “model” I did help my aunt and mom with the “bookkeeping” work, which was all in code. This is how I earned spending money in high school. Lil continued to help out as well. 

I also enjoyed my sex life with the boys and a few girls at school. I had my mothers’ passion for sex.

My Career
 When I turned 18 I really wanted to work for my mom. Her business was doing very well. I got to know several of the girls working for her and the drivers. I was a senior in high school and had enrolled at a college that was very close to our home.

I was telling her all the reasons why she should let me work. I was at a legal age (well it was still illegal but it was a class 3 felony not a class 1 any longer) I reminded her of our family history. Also Dana was on my side. Mom finally agreed. So while a college freshman I began my new job as a call girl.

Lil's mom did not like the idea at first. But Lil got a job at an all nude strip club when she turned 18 which is the legal limit in some ares of NY.They needed the money to pay for tuition.  Lil was a great performer and made good money. (I also danced once and a while at the club) After her freshman year, her mom finally accepted the idea of being a model. Lil went onto to become an executive at one of the international strip clubs. She and I meet up often.

The Life
I really loved the life. There is great deal excitement to it – not knowing who you will meet or what the circumstances are.

My sister and I worked exclusively for Mom (most models work for several agencies). She had some co-op deals with other agencies but everything flowed through Jules. I had some great experiences and some scary ones too!! I made lots of money, paid for college,  bought nice things and saved a great deal.

Whoever was paying for my service, I gave them the best I had for the time we had. Whether it was an athletic and

well hung investment banker or politician or as short chubby sales man from Nowhere, North Dakota, with a tiny penis. I treated each client like they were the only person in the world. 

But the business was changing. It was getting to be more expensive to operate an agency with all the palms that held there hands out (i.e. protection, cops, concierges, bell boys, advertising, health check ups, and on and on).

 Also we had been hearing from the girls who also worked for other agencies that there had been some kidnappings

of escorts. Girls were disappearing. Eastern Europeans were taking the girls and enslaving them in the Middle East and Asia. There were rumors that the girls were put in snuff movies. And due to the crack down on the Mafia in NY they were not protecting us as they used to.

So with this happening Mom decided to close the agency. We let the ads run out and closed the web sites. We spent a few months saying good bye to our good clients and after that Mom retired. She had earned it.

I worked for about 10 years. After that I got a good paying job in NY and only occasionally escort or strip.

 Well that’s our story.

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The Ecstasy of BDSM – Chapter 2 - The Dungeon

The Ecstasy of BDSM – Chapter 2 -  The Dungeon

This is a fictional autobiographical story. Names, places and events have all been changed and the time line is greatly accelerated. All this is to make the story interesting and move faster. None of the photos are of me or my friends; they are all from the public domain. BDSM is a wonderful life style. No one should enter it without carefully considering all aspects especially the psychological and physical harm that could happen if you are not informed.

Chapter 2   The Dungeon 

After work we drove to Lil’s house in a nice town in NJ.. We had dinner in a local restaurant and then went to the BDSM store. Lil introduced me to the owners, Kev and Lilith.  They were a very nice couple – just a few years older than us.  Lil asked them if it would be ok if I came with her to the party tomorrow night. Lilith said “of course”.

Then Lilith asked us if we had ever been to a public dungeon before. I shook my head and said that we were both new to the D/s life. She said “then let me give you some first timer instructions”. She went on to tell us about etiquette in the dungeon, what not to say or do. She told us about safe words. She was careful to tell us that there was an intimacy and a strong bond between the dominant and the submissive and that while we may observe from a distance we were not to disturb them in any way.

 She then told us that we should not feel any pressure at all to accept an invitation to a scene – and as new comers it was OK to just watch. When we were comfortable and ready –we would know it. She said the important thing in BDSM is to enjoy ourselves.

Lilth then invited us to tour  the dungeon. We are welcome to visit and observe any scenes going on. She took us downstairs. The stairway opened into the café / social room. I could hear the muffled sound of flesh being struck and slight cries of the prey receiving her reward.

There were several rooms. In each there were different types of instruments and equipment such as cages and benches and chairs …..  On the walls hung all kinds of whips, floggers, canes and paddles. There were hooks in the beams of the ceilings and on the columns. I could see pulley’s and bars. This was a well equipped dungeon and I felt a sense of excitement in me.  She reminded us that it was important to clean any thing before and after we use it. 

She then took us to another room which had a large wooden St. Andrew’s cross. I was immediately attracted to the cross, and I asked her if I could touch it. As I touched the lacquered wood I felt a charge of excitement caress me. I felt the leather restrains for the wrists, waist and feet. The cross was made of heavy wooden beams and it was attached to both the ceiling and to the floor it looked and felt very strong. I felt an immediate fondness for this instrument. I longed to embrace it with my body. I imagined that a Dom, by power of his will and pleasure, would command the floggers and whips to enwrap my body with there tentacles. These thoughts enveloped my whole being and I lusted to feel the thrust of the master hand …..

This was my first visit to a dungeon and I longed for it’s sweet rewards.

Saturday Night

Lil and I slept late on Saturday.  As the hours ticked away before the 10PM start of the party I started getting apprehensive.

I questioned myself, can I really do this? I knew I wanted to try!  Of course that doesn't mean that I am not a little scared!  But even this bit of fear itself is a turn on.

Lil and I drove to the store where the dungeon was located. Kev and Lilith were there to greet us as we entered. The store was busy with people wearing all kinds of fetish and Goth clothes. We dressed in simple tank dresses. Lilith remembered us and said she was happy that we came. She invited us to go down stairs, my heart was racing, but I was determined to do this – Lil touched my hand as we walked down the stairs as she was seeking some reassurance herself.

When we got to the social area I was surprised by how many people were there – at least 30!.  Some were wearing leathers corsets, one man had a leather hood on and a few were totally nude.  The people were friendly and many seemed to know each other.

As I looked around I saw a girl walk around in cuffs and thinking to myself I want to do that, to feel the leather binding me. Lil leaned over to me and said; “let’s put our cuffs and collars on”.  She asked one of the mangers if there was a place for us to change and he pointed to a room where there were lockers.

We were both very excited. I told Lil that we should just loose the dresses – it just seemed the right thing to do and even if we did not want to do anything that night it would be ok. So we undressed but left our thongs on. We then helped each other buckle our collars and cuffs. I took hold of Lil’s face and kissed her gently on her lips and whispered “this is going to be awesome ---. lets go!”

Getting The “Feel” Of The Dungeon

We walked around the dungeon and watched a few scenes ---it was thrilling….. Although we were told that no sexual acts were allowed it seemed like a loosely enforced rule!

Lillith came over to us and smiled as she looked and said “you ladies look ready for some action”. She pointed out some of the more experienced Dominants.

As we walked around, I found myself looking at all the implements laid out in the rooms. 

On a table I saw a small length of chain -- it was a leash. The leash seemed to call me. I imagined it attached to my collar and  being led around the dungeon, with my hands secured behind my back, and all my attention focused on the Dominant holding the other end.

Lil and I discreetly watched the others in scenes around the dungeon. . We observed the Dom’s using different gear, like the floggers, paddles, whips and hearing the cry's and moans of the subs. It was all very sensual.   I wonder what it would be like to be bound to the pommel horse and especially the St. Andrews cross that I caressed the night before.  I remembered how beautiful the Cross was; sturdy black painted wood and hard to the touch. I visualized myself bound securely upon it and how escape would be impossible. Not that I would try, that is after all what I wanted; to be secured with no chance of escape.

I watched as different people climb upon the horse their heads down, eyes closed. They grip the handles as another reddens their ass with hand or some other device. I wonder how each "toy" would feel on my skin, the flogger especially.

I see that a Dominant is chatting with Lil. They talk briefly as she goes off with him. She turns quickly smiling and winks at me pursing her lips in a kiss. I smile at her and give her an air kiss.

The Invitation To A Scene

A Dominant approaches closely and startles me out of my day dreaming. As I turn he says:  "Would you like to play?" I see that He has in his hand the leash that I had been looking at before.

Thoughts flood my head:

• I want to, -- but I am scared.
• I want to, -- but we are in a very public place.
• I want to, --but what if I disappoint him.

Lilith had pointed out this Dom earlier and our eyes had met. . I was attracted to him and felt that I can trust him. I was a little reluctant and scared,  -- but what if no one else asks me?

While these things flow through my head he attaches the leash to my collar and I blurt out “Yes!”.

He whispers in my ear, "then ask me!".  Quietly I respond "Master, please play with me." I am not looking at him, not from embarrassment but because it does not seem right.  He leans in even closer and wraps his arm around me, the top of my head reaching his shoulders. He holds me with one arm as the other pulls on the leash.

Then we start, discussing how we are going to play. Since I have never done this before this discussion of what is to happen is new to me. How much do I tell him? What do I say?

He motions to the table with floggers, whips, canes, and more and asks, "Is there anything you do not want used?" Funny, because eventually I want to try everything and I tell him so.

He asks, "How much experience do you have?",  I hold my fingers together with just a small space in between, and say "just a small amount."

He says, "When I play I like to touch and fondle…. are you ok with that?". I notice a small smile on his face. I smile and tell him, "Yes”.

"Do you have a preference on which furniture we use?" I look at the cross as I am thinking about being bound to its hard straight surface sends fire racing down my spine. He smiles and nods in agreement.

"Is there anything I need to know?" He asks. I don't know what to say, I hadn't really thought this far, I really didn't think playing was a possibility for me tonight or even this soon. I shake my head no.

He checks my cuffs to see how they are secured and he asked me if they feel comfortable. He tells me to remove my thong which I obediently do.  He asks if I want to be blind folded, I say yes please, and he moves me to the cross and adjusts a blind fold over my eyes, then standing close against my back he secures me to the St. Andrews cross. He touches me, runs his hand slowly along my body fondling my breasts and butt. I feel that I am in an unreal world.

The Sensuality of Masochism

A moment's pause enough time for me to wonder what will happen and then suddenly I feel him squeezing my ass hard and he slaps’ it with his hand. He does that for a few times and then a pause. The next feeling I have is a sharp sting of a paddle hitting my ass. I let out a squeal as my hands grab onto the top bar of the cross. There is a burning sensation on my buns as if they were scaled with hot water. I sense that my ass cheeks have a pink hue.

Then he leans forward and asks me how I am doing. … I say “OK”. …He whispers “good girl”.

Then another pause and I feel the first light lash of a flogger. I know that is what he is using, instinct. As each lash falls across my ass and what seems like half my back I lean forward merging my body with the St. Andrews Cross.

They start coming faster and harder, I am sinking into the feelings and allowing them to wash over me. The cuffs, the blind fold, the lash of the flogger each contribute to the mind numbing sensations.

Stand here and feel that is all, my mind blanks as each stroke falls across my back, I have nothing else to do but be. A little sting here and there, and yet thinking back I can't even remember those stings, just the sound and feel of the lashes hitting the skin of my back. I lean my head against the arm of the cross no thoughts in my head.

He stops and comes forward pressing his body close to mine, his hands moving, touching, searching, I sink back into to him, he checks to see if I am ok.

Then he unshackles my ankles and then my wrists. Is he done? I wonder. Did I please him? Is this all?

He turns me around and presses my back against the hard cross. I feel the sting of my wounds as they touch the cross. He presses his body against mine. His skin feels like a balm against my skin. He kisses me roughly his tongue touching mine. Then I feel his hand caressing my pussy, I moan as his fingers enter me. He takes me to the edge and then stops. I have a longing for him to continue - to continue what?... my mind can no longer tell the difference the erotic or the masochistic. 

He whispers in my ear “do you want to continue?” I shake my head yes. I think to myself that I am glad I did not need to speak; it would have been too difficult.

He reattaches the cuffs to the cross. My back arches from the pain of the welts touching the wood. He tells me that he is going to remove the blindfold and if I was ok..... and again I just nod my head yes. I feel his hand cover my eyes as he removes the blind fold. He tells me the room is bright and he wants my eyes to get accustomed to it slowly. My eyes meet his – appreciating his kindness. .

As I look around the room, I see a small number of observes. I am displayed spread eagle for all of them to see me. I am source of their delight which pleases me.

I watch my Dom back away as he begins to alternate flogging my pussy and my breasts ….. with each lash falling harder. . He has noticed that I do not move or squirm. My body and mind accept each strike. I am quiet, at peace, and he continues for how long I do not know or care.

I watch him step back again, … another moment's pause, I wonder what will happen next. I see that he has a cane in his hand. I watch him raise it slightly in the air and then he brings it down slowly. I feel a small sting across my thigh. . Not even as bad as a bee sting, and then another. Then he strikes around my thighs and breasts I don’t flinch or move, I just drift with the small stings …feeling each one. It doesn't matter I am just here to feel and I lay my head on the arm of the cross relaxing into the sensation.

It seems like the small stings go on forever, and they start to not feel good anymore, a bit annoying. He stops and I am grateful. Again he steps forward checking on me, touching me, his hands moving across my breasts and around my stomach ... then into my pussy before backing away.

I feel like I am melting away, my world is only the feelings he is giving me. My mind is in a very dreamy place. I have heard that this is called “floating” or “sub-space”. I am in something like a hypnotic state reached by the release of endorphins into my bloodstream. It is the greatest natural high …  and I even feel invigorated.  . I sense that my body in a beautiful garden with gorgeous flowers and a flowing stream and feel such a sense of security and comfort and love that I can only describe it as Heaven.

I feel a small sting that begins to burn, a heat that starts warming my skin. And then another. The strikes fall harder than before, Again and again this heat burns in spots. High, low, all over I have strips of burning warm flesh.

I hear a loud crack by my ear and I know that I am being whipped. I do not know what to think …  so I just feel. It burns but also feels good, I start to move, not really to get away but because I have to. The burn demands I move. Lash after lash falls and occasionally a crack of the whip close by, it sounds so loud, trying to draw me out of the floating unreal feeling I am in.

Then it stops and I feel his hands running lightly over my body, soothing the burn. His comes close to me, I can still feel the small burns crossing my back and front and he presses into them with his body. He is checking on me again. His hand roams and dips. Again he steps back.

A moment later I feel a flogger thud, and then another. It feels so nice after the whip as if he is massaging the muscles and skin he had just burned. I relax again resting fully against the cross and enjoying each thud as it falls. A brief thought floats through my head, If only I could feel this forever.

He stops and steps forward pressing me closer to the cross, supporting me, his arms up against mine. He reaches up and undoes the cuffs from where they have held me.  

He holds me in his arms for a moment, grounding me. He helps me move to a nearby sofa. He then wraps a blanket around me and tells me to relax as he cuddles with me. I sit there staring into space, drinking water, my mouth is dry.

Next Chapter – After Care