Interview with the Lesbian Vampire Cougars
Interview 1: Veronica the Madame
Bisexuality is a job requirement for sex work, especially at the management level; the first and most important part of a Madame's job is to break in the girls, condition them and keep them in line. And a lot of that usually involves fucking them as hard as humanly possible, both literally and figuratively.
When Mildred had her way with me, it wasn't just for her own pleasure; she was conditioning me, brainwashing me. Loving me, or at least simulating love was a good way to keep me loyal, for a person starved of it their whole lives getting addicted was all too easy; for a poor little orphan it was more potent than any drug could've been, and when withheld the withdrawals can be more painful and damaging than anyone can imagine.
Always start as early as possible, people who spent most of their lives being abused from the state are the easiest prey and the best slaves, so what's better for a slave mistress than a slave with the body of an adult but an empty brain.
When I was still human and started my very first brothel I already had a lot of personality traits that define me today: the fetishes, the sadism, the child-like giddiness, the genuine love of all things sexual, that's always been there, the difference between then and now is that I have the means to make good on my desires.
When I started up I only had about a half dozen girls under me, some of them were some of the younger ones from the orphanage, just like me they were kicked out because they had gotten too old at 18 and weren't profitable, but they were still kids at heart, they looked up to me as a big sister and followed me, others were just homeless and other ne'er-do-wells I picked up along the way. Mildred taught me a lot of valuable lessons about how to keep the chattel under control: sugar, spankings and jealousy became my management philosophy.
Love became my weapon; these girls were so desperate for a mother figure in their lives they gladly gave up most if not all their earnings just for a roof over their heads and the love and attention of a surrogate mother. It wasn't even sex they wanted at the end of the day, after having to deal with that day-in-day-out they became repulsed by it over time; no they just wanted the comfort and stability of my presence, a few kind soft words and a warm bosom to lay their little heads on. So little effort for so much pay off, it should be criminal but nowadays it is, youngsters have it so easy these days; no wonder the world is going to hell, children are supposed to be slaves, how else can people function otherwise?
That part was the sugar, the jealousy worked the other side of the coin; a self-regulating system that required almost no effort, starve the addicts and they'll gladly fuck each other over at any opportunity for a kind smile and soft eyes, and of course to see me fuck over their rivals.
As for spankings, well I'll be honest with you I actually didn't use much in the way of spankings, when I punished my girls I used one of three methods, applied depending on the severity of the crime:
1.Tickling shouldn't come as surprise; I already said I had my fetishes when I was still human, this was the basic and most common punishment I dished out, usually for small things like not meeting the needs of client, I have to maintain discipline after all. I'd make a show of it, literally, I'd sell tickets and rent out a stage at a nearby cabaret theatre, the manager was always happy to host us because it always drew in big crowds. Usually we'd all dress up, the naughty girl would be tied up, naked and suspended either spread eagle or hogtied in mid-air for all the crowd to see; I and the good girls would be dressed up in costumes like cowgirls, showgirls, devils, you name if it was available to hire at a local costume shop we probably rented it for a night. All the girls participated but it was usually me, I took the lead and I was the most enthusiastic, it was especially fun because by now the girls had been so traumatized by the abuse the average client puts them through PTSD alone made this far more damaging than it actually was, although to be fair I was pretty brutal.
The only limitations I had back then were the limits of my body, those are gone now, and those girls are insanely lucky they're not around now because even back then I was like a Pitbull, give me a cute girl, oh hell just give me access to a body part like a foot or a breast and I'll go at it for days if I could.
I wasn't that ruthless back then, I still loved my girls, I still saw myself as a mother to them, so no I never actually tickled them to death, but I did bring them to the brink, I forced them to empty their bladder and bowels in public, I left their flesh bruised and their nerves tingling. By the time I was done they were just complete wrecks, I fucked them so bad in two completely different ways every time I entered a room, looked at them, passed by them or even showed off my nails I could see it: first they tingled and fidgeted and tried to hide their toes, then they wanted to rush off somewhere private to Jill off, but then the flood of trauma came back and then they became terrified, they were stuck in a netherworld where they were overcome by lust and yet so terrified even a cuddle could cause an emotional breakdown.
