Unique Clients (3)
Wow. Where do I even start? I’ve realized that embracing this new life is not just a step—it’s a leap, a deep dive into uncharted waters. And believe me, it’s been… an adventure.
The requests? Oh, there’s a variety. Some stick out more than others, but one in particular definitely left a mark—pun absolutely intended. Let’s call him Mark.
So, after a rather intimate phone conversation and some SMS airtime exchanged to keep the chat going, Mark and I set an appointment. His desires were clear from the start. I went shopping, as you do, for my schoolgirl uniform. Seemed simple enough. Little did I know, what came next would open up an entirely new chapter for me.
Mark arrived, as punctual as ever, paid for his hour, and after a bit of chit-chat, out came the toys. His intentions were clear, and so the game began. From toy play to full-on fisting on him and some prostate exploration, things escalated quickly until Mark reached his climax. Then came my turn. And oh, boy, what followed still makes me pause. He began what I now know is called "rimming"—yes, licking the most private of areas. At first, I was like, "What is happening?!" but I’ve got to admit, it was mind-blowing, quite literally, as I experienced my first client-induced orgasm since becoming Vicky.
No sex involved, just... a whole lot of everything else.
And oh, Mark kept coming back, week after week. With every session, his fantasies grew wilder. One week, he told me he wanted to be humiliated—something that made me scratch my head because, weirdness aside, I liked the guy. But hey, creative juices flow when needed (no pun intended, but kind of intended).
So, what did I do? Well, this is where things got fun, ladies. Brace yourselves. I had him, drumroll please, swallow his own cum from a shooter cup. Yes, you read that right. For the guys reading this, I’m sure some of you just made a mental gag sound. But for me? Call it poetic justice.
Then, there was Don. He wasn’t like the others—his desires veered far from the usual. What he wanted was unlike anything I had encountered before. He insisted on a scene steeped in anonymity and control. I was to be blindfolded, completely restrained on a table, denied the ability to see him or speak. He craved total silence, an unspoken connection bound only by tension and trust.
His request came with undeniable risks, and the weight of those risks hung heavy in the air. Safety, always paramount, meant that someone had to ensure a condom was used.
I lay strapped to the table, the cold of the restraints pressing into my skin, as Don entered the room. Discreetly, one of the other girls stayed behind, her presence unseen but necessary, keeping watch in silence, ready to intervene if the situation demanded. The air thickened with anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, he removed the only thing I had on—my underwear—leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Without a word, he began to have his way with me, each movement calculated, controlled. I could only feel the weight of the situation in the silence between us. The experience was charged, filled with an intensity that pulsed through every moment, a delicate dance on the edge of trust and danger.
At one point, he whispered something softly to the girl who had been silently watching from the shadows, ensuring everything remained within the bounds agreed upon. She nodded and excused herself, returning after what felt like an eternity. "The offer's accepted," she said. R100 per strike. That was the price he offered—to hit me.
The first blow landed sharply against my skin, the sting reverberating through my body. I bit down on my lip, trying to anchor myself, but with each hit, I felt myself detaching, slipping away from the pain. Blow after blow, the sensation dulled, until there was nothing—just emptiness. I don't remember much after that, only that I was brought back when the other girl stopped him after the 45th strike.
When Don left, I was finally freed from my blindfold and restraints. The silence felt deafening, and I tried not to think about what had just happened. The next day, my body was a canvas of bruises, a testament to the night before— blue, and purple in places I never imagined could hurt so much. But despite the pain, there was a quiet satisfaction among everyone—money had been made.
Mark left me pondering an intriguing question: why would a client seek out humiliation? He was an attractive man, married, and clearly carried hidden desires he couldn't share with his wife. The curiosity lingered, prompting me to dive into research. A quick search led me to various insights and opinions on the psychology behind such requests, each more fascinating than the last.
"We learn about sex in a way that links sexuality with shame. Whether told directly or absorbed indirectly through culture, most of us hear far more about who and what we ‘shouldn’t’ do, the risks involved, and the potential damage (real or imagined) our sexual behaviors may cause," explains Sarah Melancon, Ph.D. a sociologist, clinical sexologist, and resident expert at The Sex Toy Collective.
Despite this negative messaging, we still have sexual feelings. We’re human, after all. When our natural feelings are coupled with the messaging that sex is wrong and shameful, it can "cause us to purposefully bring feelings of shame or embarrassment to the surface and [this] can heighten arousal for many," Melancon says.
Source: By Gigi Engle on March 30, 2023
It started to make sense to me—Mark couldn't share this side of himself with his wife, likely because the desire to be humiliated came with its own layer of shame. The irony of wanting to feel ashamed was probably what kept him from opening up to her.
This is probably what led him to seek out escorts—people he knew would be discreet and allow him to explore his secret desires without the risk of damaging his marriage. It gave him a safe space to live out what he couldn’t share at home.
Don, on the other hand, was all about inflicting shame and pain, pushing the girl to feel helpless and scared. This type of behavior falls under the umbrella of sadism—deriving pleasure from causing pain or humiliation to others. It's a complex dynamic, often explored in BDSM contexts but can become darker when it crosses boundaries of consent. A quick dive into Google articles only scratched the surface of this, but it’s a whole world of its own.
Has written an article about this, sharing just a brief excerpt here, but I encourage you to explore the full subject matter further. Please let me know if your conclusions align with mine.
"Sexual sadism disorder is characterized by taking sexual pleasure from humiliation, fear, or another form of mental harm to a person. Sadistic acts include restraint (such as ropes, chains, or handcuffs), imprisonment, biting, spanking, whipping, or beating. When someone repeatedly practices these sadistic sexual acts without consent from their partner(s), or when sadistic fantasies or behaviors cause social, professional, or other functional problems, sexual sadism disorder may be diagnosed. Extreme sexual sadism can be criminal, and lead to serious harm or even the death of another person.
Sexual sadism disorder falls under the category of paraphilic disorders, which are characterized by sexual interests, preferences, fantasies, urges, and behaviors considered to be "atypical." These interests, preferences, and behaviors are considered symptoms of a disorder only if they are acted upon in ways that have the potential to cause distress or harm to oneself or others, especially others who have not given consent.
Healthy sexual activity can include a wide array of behaviors and activities, which, when fantasized about or experienced between consenting adults can bring people pleasure. The majority of individuals who are active in BDSM (Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, and Sadism/Masochism) relationships or communities do not express any dissatisfaction with their sexual interests, and their behavior would not meet the criteria for sexual sadism disorder. In fact, many who engage in BDSM, (sometimes referred to as "kink") within the context of romantic relationships report that it brings them closer to their partner(s) due to increased feelings of trust that result from setting and respecting boundaries, as well as the emotional safety that comes from being able to explore less conventional sexual interests without judgment."
While I believe that not all BDSM practices are harmful, provided they occur between consenting adults who both enjoy them, my thoughts inevitably went in a different direction. Don's involvement in these activities seemed to stem from a lack of a consenting partner. If Don had no other outlets, could his deep-seated desires and behaviors potentially evolve into something more dangerous? I can’t shake the feeling that, when combined with the wrong personality type or underlying disorder, this could pose significant risks.
Fortunately, escorts provide a crucial opportunity for individuals like Don, and many others, to express their desires in a controlled and consensual environment. This professional setting allows for the safe exploration of such behaviors, ensuring they remain managed and respectful.
If you have thoughts or perspectives on this topic, I invite you to share them. Feel free to fill out the contact form to start a discussion—I'd love to hear your take.
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