(ADULT (vt + rt) severe roleplay.)
Yes, will sell my body to you for some dollars. Why shouldn't i confess, that pleez is a whore?
A high class call girl may not like that word, but i learned my job in dark alleys.
So how can i pleez You, Sir? As i need some money badly, i am not in a situation i can say no to Your wishes, even if they are kinky or bizarre. And less will i hesitate to get down on my knees for a blowjob.
As a subbie, who loves bondage as well as enjoys some amount of pain, i will consent to a wide range of Your demands for giving pain and humilating. In other words,
- if the dough is fine You'll find in pleez a painwhore with few limits.
Living that risky life in the Hood i know that sooner or later someone will give a fuck about my consent.
pleez lives and pleases in a shabby room in a shabby hotel, #r-pleez, if she's not walking the sidewalk of #r-riverdr.
Bio
No woman is born a whore. With twenty I was living with my boyfriend in a small but nice flat in not too bad surroundings. He had a job and earned just enough money in a factory and I helped working as waitress. I expected he would marry me and I imagined myself in even better surroundings soon. So I was a shocked when I found out some months later that he had another Queen of Hearts, or in your words: he gambled. Let him have some fun, I thought. He loves me, everything is well.
But he gambled on, and 'though he loved the cards, they didn't love him. In fact they must have hated him. And one day he came home badly beaten. Then I learned about his debts, that he owed some guy nearly 7,000$. And that this guy would send his buddies, to break my boyfriend's fingers one by one at the end of the week.
We asked friends and family for money, and got as near as 6,000 'til the end of the week. The guys took the money and told us they would come back in three days. We were desperate, nobody we could ask for money anymore, and nothing to sell but ourselves. So I did that. I spare you and me the details, three years ago it was just like it is now. Only with me very green. And very miserable.
By the end of the week I met my first pimp. A pretty charming guy, you would have thought. He told me about the dangers I would meet on the street, and how he would protect me. In fact, he did during that first week. Only that I learned later that he had protected me against one of his pals. As I didn't know, I thought that $100 a week would be fair. Would have been.
But shortly afterwards things went wrong. Boyfriend didn't like the idea of being together with a whore. So he told me he'd leave. No big deal, I thought. - But soon I learned that he had money borrowed from my pimp. That was, when I first heard pimp say "You are mine".
And pimp told me I had to work more. And pimp told me that of every dollar I go, 60 cents were his. And one day he actually sold me to another one.
A really mad one. A sick bastard, who had three whores. he beat us every day. One day he beat one nearly to death. That's when I ran away and came to the City.
I swore to live and work independent, though some of the sisters here told me that wouldn't work. It worked for three weeks, and I made lots of money. Until Rogue Thugg surprized me by night, and told me by means of a belt that I was his.