Thinking back to those heady days when we first met, Daddy had trained me well. Daddy had awakened the masochist in me and I found pleasure in the pain when he graciously applied his attention to me. My little clit was hard from the beating. I felt some pride that he would show the entire room that I was his to do with as he pleased. I was his property and I knew that my selfishness had brought this on. While I still had tears in my eyes, I was unashamed by Daddy's tirade. I held his ankles, gently of course, during his out burst.
I showed this cunt how to dress, had her taught how to keep herself looking fuckable. I give her the chance to do something with her life, to be what I knew her to be. "See this punk, this ungrateful faggot? I made this bitch everything she is today. Crying and groveling, I knelt there head bowed as he chastised me in public. When Daddy stopped whipping me and freed my arm, I dropped to the floor at his feet. Daddy held my arm preventing me from getting away. I thrashed about, crying out in pain with each blow. He growled obscenities at me as he whipped me. Daddy had a look in his eye like he was going to kill me. Then we would stand and watch as Daddy applied his special training techniques.īut this was different. We'd rock, paper, scissor, until the last loser was identified. Sometimes when business was slow, he blamed us and had us select from the 5 of us, which one of us was going to relieve him of his anger. Usually when he was stoned on one drug or another, he liked to tune up a white sissy. Daddy removed his belt and holding my upper right arm, he began to beat me in front of the lounge patrons.ĭaddy had beaten me before. I was left in a pretty leopard print panty, garter and hose, and ho shoes. In a quick motion he grabbed the front of my romper and tore it completely off. With alarming quickness Daddy leaped from his chair. "I don't know what to do."īy now the whole lounge had caught on that I was pissing Daddy off. Be careful bitch, I hear you can't fly either." "You mother fucking white faggot piece of shit.
Now here I was standing before Daddy and one of his white girl friends trying to explain my situation. But, as usual when one of Daddy's bois goes missing or dead, case closed. It was said that there were some bruises on her that the coroner was unable to explain. The hotel help found her the next morning, naked and dead in the alley behind the building. "Apparently the little faggot was so distraught with guilt she threw herself off the roof," was the only explanation he offered. When Daddy found out he took her out of the lounge to talk with her. One of his sissies was caught holding out on Daddy. Daddy didn't like white people at all and sometimes I think he hated us sissies who worked for him. I was drawn to him for those very reasons.īut now I was really scared. The thrilling sense of worthlessness and being in constant fear of the man I loved was compelling. It is an upscale hotel but the lounge is a well known hangout for white sissy prostitutes and the black ex-cons we cater to.
My credit cards are worthless now and I have no money." The hotel is threatening to throw me out of my room and I have no where to go. So I had gone to Daddy and asked for his advice.
Now the bank like the hotel, was dunning me for payment. Between the room and Daddy buying himself clothing and entertaining ladies, we blew through my limit. The hotel wanted their room paid for and my credit cards have been maxed out. Still using my hotel room, every penny I earned went to Daddy. I can't remember the number of black gentlemen who have enjoyed what I have to offer them. I'd been whoring for Daddy for three weeks now.