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The black lipstick she applied to her lips dreamed to reach the shades of darkness her moonlighting persona held.Was she really that far gone?Had she strayed from the light so much that the woman staring at her in the mirror bore no familiarity?The more questions she asked, the further their relevance faded into the ether. Her lips stretched into a grin, exposing teeth that appeared bleached in comparison. The sleeping serpent of a thick, single braid lay coiled on top of her head, which presented hair so neatly brushed along her scalp, it seemed painted on. That style garnered the most fervor amongst her clientele, but she?d style her hair regardless of what they thought, and they accepted it.She didn?t think herself cruel, but that was for her subjects to judge, not her. As much as they enjoyed being degraded and dominated, officiating the chaos was the best accelerant for lighting her pussy ablaze. Her brown-skinned reflection abandoned its home as she strolled from her dressing room to approach the five subjects prepped to give her their thirty-day testicular contributions. The thought of being covered in an abundance of sticky, stringy jizz made her clit pulse. Five giant loads from the losing basketball team ? starting five ? of the previous month?s local College finals awaited her, and it would be an encounter used to fuel her self-love for months to come.She clopped down the dark hallway in her six-inch, thigh-high stilettos to the room where her donators had already been set to receive their milking. The exaggerated sway of her gait caused her breasts to bounce in her open-cut bra and her buttocks to wiggle unrestrained, thanks to her crotchless, open-back panties. Her all-black attire represented her desire for the disgusting colour contrast she expected from the off-white loads that were to come.That balls? cream.That cock milk.She couldn?t fucking wait.****Thirty-Six Months AgoAlana stood in the drive-thru window as the middle-aged man in his big deal jeep berated her for his order being off. He spat and cussed at the medium fries he received, which weren?t the large he claimed to order. He was incorrect since his words through her headset were clear as day, but unfortunately, the phrase ?the customer is always right? worked in his defense.?Hello? You listening to me?? the disgruntled man asked, with his graying strands standing on top of his head from the steam wafting from his brain.?Yes, sir. I do apologise for the incon?? Alana started.?Fuck your apologies and fuck you. You fast food broads are all the goddamn same. Always screwing up. I don?t even know why I?m wasting my time.? He stamped the throttle and broke the corner sharply and out of sight. Alana hoped for the safety of other road users, because he could?ve disintegrated into dust for all she cared.A sleek drop-top approached the window, driven by a blonde with high cheekbones and a sunglass-tinted stare toward Alana. ?Are you alright, dear???Yes, ma?am.? Alana?s reddened corneas glistened, but she refused to allow tears to fall and mar her smile. ?Here?s your order, ma?am ? Cheeseburger with medium fries???Yes. You?re too beautiful of a girl to take insolence from uncultured swine such as that; you do know that, right??Alana continued smiling, but her eyes widened.?You do know this, right?? The lady removed her sunglasses and stared at Alana. She reached into her purse for a credit card, provided it, and when Alana took it to swipe, a business card peeked from underneath.?I think you gave me this by accident, ma?am.??Oh, it?s no accident.? Alana reviewed both sides of the latter card, then returned the credit card.?I don?t understand,? Alana bursa escort (http://harborc.com/) said, going between the woman and the card?s details, then handed her the meal.?What time do you go to lunch, dear??She took the meal from Alana and rested it in the passenger seat.?Why do you ask???What time do you go to lunch, love??Alana should have felt annoyed at her query being ignored, but it was done with such confidence and no ill will that she replied, ?Around twelve.??Around twelve or at twelve???Um? at twelve. Wait, I don?t even know your name.??Susan, but you can call me ?Sue?.?* The blonde put her sunglasses on and said, ?Meet me tomorrow at the location on the card, knock on the door three times and tell the doorman that Sue sent you.?Alana pocketed the card, nodded, and Susan smiled at her. The classy-looking blonde refocused on the road and said, ?I will be seeing you tomorrow at twelve???Alana.??Lovely name: Alana. I will be seeing you tomorrow at twelve, Alana.? And with that, Susan departed.*****She breached the faux dungeon?s entrance, turning up her chin at the five studly athletes seated in a circle. All of them were naked and bound to their chairs, with their hands tied behind their backs as if awaiting an interrogation.The truth wasn?t too far off.Their cocks hardened in unsynchronised fashion as she stepped into the centre of the circle. Many believe that men into this kink lacked endowment, but the reality is a large variety of sizes; even those horse-hung craved this treatment. When one is always placed on a pedestal, the desire to be treated normally can be overwhelming.To be more frank, an obsession.?Look at all of my little pigs, sitting, ready to do my bidding,? she said while turning and making eye contact with each of them. ?Who gave you permission to look at my face? Eyes to my feet. Now.?Like puppets, they bowed their heads in unison, making eye contact with feet unnaturally arched from her footwear.?What do we say?? she asked, raising a brow.?Apologies, Mistress,? they said in stereo.?Good.?****Thirsty-Six Months Ago ? One Day LaterAlana stood in front of the door for a mental five minutes but a physical thirty seconds. Every time she reared her hand to knock, she unfolded her fist and scratched behind her ear.What the hell am I doing? Am I crazy? I don?t know this woman. This is stupid.These internal conversations continued until she decided that wasting her lunch hour at a closed door was stupider.She knocked three times.No response came for what felt longer than when she stood pondering if to knock, which was obviously impossible.The horizontal peephole?s shutter slid open, and a deep voice shadowing two bloodshot eyes asked, ?What???I?m here to see Sue. Um, Sue sent me.?The eyes stared for a bit, then the shutter closed, and the door rumbled open to showcase a thick, tall man whose bald head bore multiple tattoos and piercings along his ear lobes and nose.* He turned and lumbered along without giving Alana any instruction, so she followed to avoid the awkwardness of asking if she should. He walked straight down the dank corridor, cut right, and stopped two doors down to the left before firmly knocking thrice.?Yes?? Sue?s faint voice passed through the metal barrier.?Your twelve o?clock?s here,? the beast grumbled.?Thank you; you can go.? Without hesitation, the man disappeared from whence he came. Alana looked at the knob and tentatively pushed her hand forward to turn when Sue said, ?Well, don?t keep me in suspense.?Alana snickered and entered the room, which although well-lit, had a darkness that seeped into one?s retinas. The walls were a faded brown, going into grey. In the centre, Sue sat at a round, metal bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) table with a medium rare tenderloin steak, a glass of red wine, and an accompanying bottle to her right. She pointed at the chair opposite her, and Alana stepped forward and sat.?Would you like a plate?? Sue asked. ?I can have one brought for you.??Oh, no thank you. I had a quick bite before I came here.??A quick bite isn?t a full meal, my dear.? Sue pulled her mobile out of a bag, dialed, and said, ?Bring another wine glass and tenderloin steak; Medium-rare, please.? She ended the call as soon as the last words left her lips.?So,? Alana said, ?why am I here if you don?t mind me asking???Why should you asking be a bother in the slightest? It is your right to ask, is it not???I guess.??Try saying, ?Yes, it is?.?Alana sat in silence for a few moments and looked around awkwardly.?Go ahead,? Sue said. ?Try it.??Yes? it is.?Sue smirked and blinked slowly. ?We?ll get there.? She took another sip and then put the glass down. ?I wanted to speak to you because I believe you sell yourself short.??Wha-what makes you say that???The way that swine spoke to you yesterday and the way you responded, my dear.??I didn?t really respond that much.??Exactly my point.? They sat in silence for a few more moments until Sue finished her meal and a knock came at the door. ?Enter,? Sue said. A young, ponytailed brunette came in with a replica of Sue?s just-finished meal and a wine glass, placed them before Alana, and then exited.?Thank you for this.? Alana gestured toward her lunch. Sue filled Alana?s glass with wine, and the latter stared at it.?You?re worried because you?re still on the clock. From what I?ve seen, you could use a little loosening up.??I couldn?t really reply to him any other way. He was a customer, and the customer is always right.??Good God, I hate that saying. It?s just an excuse for people to act like Philistines toward workers in the service industry. The entitlement is sickening.?Sue scoffed and took another swig of wine. ?My dear, it wasn?t what you said, but how you said it. You were a timid little lamb, and him being the wolf ? or at least he thought that much of himself ? pounced and ripped you apart limb by limb. I must say, you are too beautiful and desirable to accept that.??You think I?m desirable?? Alana pointed to herself.?Of course. Your smile, even though quite pained yesterday, was gorgeous; Your skin is flawless, and your backside would make anyone want to kneel and French Kiss it.?Alana hollered and covered her mouth quickly, but when Sue cackled, Alana lost it.?What if I told you,? Sue said, ?that you had the potential to become one of the strongest and most confident women in this city? Would you believe me???I ? I don?t think that?s possible. Wait, what is this place, anyway? What do you do here??Sue responded with a broad smile and stood. ?Come, let me show you.?*****She walked behind each sub, gracing their shoulders with her palms, allowing only the sound of her stilettos to resonate as their penises flexed.?Have you all abstained from masturbation as I demanded?? She padded into the centre for all of them to see.?Yes, Mistress,? they responded.?Have you abstained from sex with your girlfriends or anyone else???Yes, Mistress.??And why is that???Because you demanded it,? replied a sub. The others nodded in agreement.?Also, because November has just passed. Everything that?s inside of your pathetic balls will be mine. Before this night has ended and I send you back to your miserable lives, your seed will be all over me. Is that also clear???Yes, Mistress.??There is, however, a problem.?The restrained men gulped; some escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) looked at her with worry.?One of you hasn?t answered.?****Thirty Months AgoAlana replayed the events of the last six months, and it all felt like a fever dream. When Sue explained her offer, Alana rallied between offense and intrigue. On one hand, she wanted to place her fists akimbo, given Sue promised to mold her into a woman who dominated for a living. On the other, what kind of woman did Sue think Alana was? Out of all the career options, sex work never graced her top ten prospects, furthermore top fifty.She?d be a liar though if she denied the fun she was having. Trying on different outfits and make-up and being ogled by men rather than overlooked filled her with pride. With each client that Sue sent her way, her comfort increased, yet her awkwardness lingered. As if she didn?t know a damn thing, even though she was far more confident than when she started, but that was still a very low bar.The previous night shattered some of that confidence, though. Her day manager berated her over something as trivial as being a minute late ? she fell into a rabbit hole of bukkake videos ? from lunch, and that annoyance carried into her night gig?s performance. No matter how much she tried, she couldn?t spank the middle-aged CEO?s backside with the appropriate force, and as a result, he complained to Sue. Her night boss asked if everything was okay, and Alana lied, saying she was fine. Sue told her that when she had another bad day at work, or if anything happened, to call her immediately. Alana didn?t understand Sue?s intuitiveness but got bored trying to question it.What really sparked this self-reflection was her superior berating her for the second day in a row. This time, a horseshoe-balding patron complained about her not being cheerful enough and that it ruined his outlook on the place. Of course, the expectation that she would be in full spirits after such a riveting meeting and greet customers with all the glee in the world didn?t take. When she had enough, she took a break and called Sue. No matter what, Sue always had the answer and the course to sail her through the storm.?Channel this frustration you?re feeling right now into your work tonight,? Sue said. ?Make the world understand that you aren?t weak, Lanni.?Alana smiled at Sue calling her "Lanni" because no one had called her that since her favourite aunt died when Alana was only sixteen. The first genuine smile she had all day devolved into neutrality as she internalized Sue?s advice.Later that night, after she adorned a black, wet-look catsuit, Sue knocked on her door twice and entered. She scanned Alana up and down as she always did and asked, ?Are you ready?? Alana finished putting on her gloves to complete the outfit.?Yes,? Alana said, still looking into the mirror, then spun to Sue with doubtful eyes. ?Yes, I am.??Remember what I told you today, okay??Alana nodded, and she stepped in front of Sue. ?Is the client ready???Yes. Standing with his hands stretched overhead and his tiny penis barely bobbing.?Alana scoffed, exited her quarters, and proceeded to her designated playground at the end of the hallway. When she entered, the man?s arms were rope-pulled straight above his head, as Sue described. However, a more important detail tipped in favour of serendipity rather than her mentor?s freakish intuition.?Wait,? the horseshoe-balding customer said with a surprised look. ?It?s you. What is go????Did I say you can speak?? Alana asked with a cold stare.?Now, hold on a minute. I dema???Did I say you can speak?? Alana?s expression and tone remained unchanged.The man closed his mouth, bowed his head, and murmured, ?No, Mistress.??You?re a big deal on the outside,? Alana said, going behind him and then whispered into his ear, ?but you?re just another insecure piece of fuckmeat. Isn?t that right, swine??