Today I’m back in an elite private club, where a bunch of rich bastards gather—people who enjoy someone else’s pain. I again let my husband bring me here, because I understand that we need money…
We enter the room, and I see a sea of lustful eyes. All these people paid huge sums to the club to watch me cry from pain while they whip and humiliate me. I love a good spanking and I enjoy it—but these people often cross the line, and I’ll be forced to tolerate their harassment. They pay, and I do my job—everything is honest.
The club organizers take the clients’ wishes into account and always come up with something special to surprise and entertain their guests. I don’t hold a grudge against the organizers—though, if I’m being honest, they’re ruthless monsters too.