the Training of I

Training of I

The “Training of O” was fiction. The “Training of I” is first person real events during my training to be a submissive prostitute.

I’m blindfolded. My hands tied together and hooked through some sort of pulley above my head that rotated 360 degrees. I could touch the ground only by the very bottoms of the heels I had been given to wear. A mistake and I was lifted off the ground by this pulley with the sharp shoulder pain and inability to breath along with the added stress of having a “Par 2″ as it was called by Bruce. Meaning 2 two of my body orifices were filled. “Who am I”? Bruce asked. My master I told him. Wrong answer, or right answer depending on the scenario, only I didn’t know which scenario was being role played. The pulley was tightened and I was off the ground. “You stupid bitch” Bruce shouted. Who am I when the public asks you. “My boyfriend that I really love if the situation is a party for clients. My older brother if the question is from anyone else. The pulley raises, I’m off the ground again, “Why are you being punished this time” Bruce asked as I squirmed in pain and tried to answer while hanging off the ground. I don’t know sir, I responded. Because punishing you turns me on Bruce tells me.

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Approximately 4 weeks into training and working taking clients. An unhappy client. Not enough lube during anal sex and I squirmed with him inside me in a manner that displeased him. He complained to Bruce. Now I learn my lesson. I have to learn what real pain in the ass is. By now I had learned the position when I was to be punished on the table. Lie so I was bent forward over the table. Another burn on my buttocks from something hot, or another slice with the razor blade, as I feel the familiar warm blood coming out of my buttocks on to my legs. Learning many years later this is a common theme and one used by author John O’Brien in Leaving Las Vegas in the punishment given to the main female character Sera. Yet another shock to learn someone else knew about the same kind of events that I had naively believed I’d been the only one to suffer.

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Mall Security is walking toward Bruce and I doing their random patrol of the local mall as I was there to get my hair colored and a new dress for a new important client. I accidently collide with the officer, he immediately apologizes. Bruce is now holding my hand so tightly my eyes were starting to water advising me I had done that on purpose to escape. We went back to the car where we went for a drive into the country. If I want to escape there is only one way. I’m given a pistol, told to put it in my mouth and told to pull the trigger. I can escape through self inflicted death. I’m terrified not of death but of living and doing the wrong thing. I follow the instructions and pull the trigger. It clicks. Bruce warns me I was lucky this time. He took out the bullets. I was internally disappointed. I’d hoped it was loaded.

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