When the Punishment is the Crime

I was taught from the outset that were words and discussions never to be talked about because they risked getting everyone arrested. You never discuss sex in relationship to money. However, strictly for bondage clients who needed a submissive but wanting any type of sex, but instead just a girl to torture, that was more open to discussion because there wasn’t inherently anything illegal about that. That being said, the punishment for major mistakes was big. Long and violent sessions with Bruce were punishment for mistakes. . The thing I feared most was when the punishment was Bruce and his friends playing cards while having me for “entertainment”. Oftentimes I didn’t realize what was coming that he was having a party for his clients. There would be a few men, four, five, plus Bruce. The party was them playing cards, watching porn or whatever else they were doing and I was the “entertainment”. Bruce would usually set the night by introducing me as his nympho girlfriend, which apparently is easier to explain that his captive sex slave, he would start the night be lifting my skirt and shove himself inside me telling the other guys they could have whatever they wanted.

Being the entertainment meant for the whole night any of them would do whatever they wanted to me. Bruce had all that bondage hardware they got to use that and me any way they wanted to individually or more than one at a time. They got a great night for free or whatever they paid for this party. I got a brutal lesson about what happened when I did something considered to be a major mistake like having a client steal the money back and me having to go back without money or having another man talk to me that Bruce thought was another pimp, anything like that. . Presumably events like this were to ensure I remembered my place and that I didn’t resist anything. While Bruce probably thought the threats to kill me were the thing that caused me the greatest fear, they weren’t. It was the parties, what happened to me at them. Even after the physical pain went away the emotional pain was still vivid. Many nights or early mornings after the “parties”, I would be immobilized by pain from all the bondage, or nauseous from giving bareback blowjobs to every guy at the party.

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