V vigorously spanked Brianna, over and over and over while she yelled and begged. “Sir, I’m so sorry I did a bad job! I’ll do better next time! I’ll keep practicing! I’ll do my best! I’m sorry!” The butt plug made her ass more rigid, intensifying the pain of every stroke. She was soon squirming from pain, but she kept her body exposed to him. “Agh! I’m so sorry! I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Brianna repeatedly begged for forgiveness.

V declared, “You’re such a stuck-up little bitch. You think you’re better than everyone else, but you’re really a slut and a whore and a bitch. It’s time you admitted out loud what you really are. Tell me what you are, in as many different ways as you can. I’ll punish you to help it sink in. If you miss anything I’ll give you another round of punishment.” V smacked her bare butt hard with the hairbrush to emphasize his point.

Brianna didn’t want to do this, but she understood what he wanted. She confessed as he beat her butt.

“I’m a slut. I’m a tramp. A skank. A twat. A trollop. I’m a nasty nympho. I’m a leg-spreader. I’m an easy lay. I’m a cunt, it’s all I’m good for. I’m merely a wet slit. I’m a cumdumpster. OW! OW OW!” She involuntarily squirmed from the pain. The cameras recorded, in fine detail, his thorough discipline and her humiliating confessions. Her bare tits jiggled and her collar jingled as she moved.

V looked down. “Keep going or else.” Brianna knew she had to obey. She would have to confess her admissions as V harshly disciplined her. Her nude body writhed for the cameras. She tearfully listed every embarrassing phrase she could think of about herself.

“I’m a cocksleeve. A cocklicker. I’m a pussy with tits. I’m a pair of boobs. A pair of knockers. A pair of udders. Some hooters. I’m nothing more than a baby-maker. A sandwich-maker. I belong in the kitchen. I should be barefoot and pregnant, I don’t deserve any better. I’m a stinking snatch. I’m an cockteaser. I’m a fucktoy. A fuckhole. I’m a wannabe dyke. I’m nothing more than a stupid piece of ass. I’m a cheap piece of meat. I’m a bunch of holes. OW! I’m a prostitute. I’m a whore. I’m a streetwalker. I’m a tart. I’m a call girl. I’m a low-class hooker. OW! OW!”

Brianna’s ass was ablaze. V kept going. She knew she had to keep going as well.

“I’m a stuck-up bossy bitch. I’m arrogant. I’m haughty. Uppity. I’m self-centered. Conceited. Snooty. Impudent. Insolent. Brassy. Rude. I’m a hussy. I’m an ice queen. I’m frigid. I’m callous. I’m malicious. OW! I’m obnoxious. I’m a spoiled brat. I’m a nitpicker. A faultfinder. I’m a harpy. A shrew. A termagant. I’m a bad girl. I’m a shitty girl. I’m worthless trash. OW! I’m a nag. I’m a whiner. I’m catty. I’m a gossip. A tattler. A tattletale. A snitch. A blabbermouth. A rat. I’m a backstabbing double-crosser. OW! I’m unfaithful. A cheater. Disloyal. Untrustworthy. I’m a liar. I’m disobedient. I’m disrespectful. I’m unsubmissive. I don’t do as I’m told and I’m SO SORRY! OW! I’m hysterical. I’m a gold digger. I’m a moocher. A parasite. I’m a prude. OW! OW! I’m a blonde bimbo. OW! I’m an airhead. I’m ditzy. I’m a flaky chick. OW! OW! OW! OW! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh please, I’m a stupid skirt, I’m a stupid skirt, I’m a stupid skirt, I’m a stupid skirt, OW OW oh my god oh my god I’m such a stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid skirt.”

Brianna found it difficult to find new phrases or disagree with her self-assessment. It hurt too much. She could think of nothing else to say. V pulled her up to sit on the bed. Brianna was sobbing. His discipline had been thorough and her buttocks throbbed. She pushed her butt slightly off the bed with her hands on her sides. She instinctively spread her legs to keep her balance off the bed. Her position showed off her slit and jiggling tits to both him and the cameras. She was still naked except for her kitty ears and her kitty collar. The collar still jingled and declared she was a “pretty pussy.” The man she most wanted to please and impress now knew so many terrible things about her. She was so glad it was over. She felt humiliated.

V turned to her and said words that changed everything: “You’ll never be worth my time. Go away and don’t come back.”

Brianna’s world stopped. She slowly turned and dropped to her knees before him. She nearly shrieked as she begged. “Don’t send me away! Please? Please! I mean it, I’ll do anything! I’ll change, any way you want. Please!”

“No. You’re not worth a lay. You aren’t worth my time. You aren’t worth anyone’s time. Leave me. Don’t come back. Now!”

Brianna was horrified but couldn’t see anything else to do. She couldn’t live being so near his sharp disapproval. She got up, feeling devastated from this humiliating rejection and the pain from her blazing bottom. Tears gushed from her face. She was defeated. Brianna was an actress, but this was not an act. His discipline had been fierce. Even worse, she felt deep wounds from his rejection. She walked into the bathroom to clean up. She meekly closed the door.

In the bathroom she did her best to regain control of herself. She started getting some control back over her own emotions. Her bottom was still burning. She still had an unreasonable need for him. A need for his touch. A need for his approval. A part of her brain realized something else — he had fucked her without a condom. Given his career path, shouldn’t he have been wearing a condom? She realized that he probably hadn’t been wearing a condom with his other clients either. Their intercourse had been more dangerous than she’d intended.

At least she was allowed to remove the butt plug. She tried and couldn’t pull it out with her hands. Oddly, a pool cue was in the bathroom along with some other unusual items. She guessed that this suite was sometimes employed as makeshift storage. No matter the reason, it looked like a useful tool. She did some jury-rigging with the pool cue and the bathroom sink counter so she could slowly drop herself down and use her own weight to slowly pull out the butt plug. Every moment was intensely painful. Her butt had been freshly spanked and the plug was quite large around. As the plug painfully came out she reminded herself she was a stupid bitch who needed to learn to say yes. Eventually she got the butt plug completely out and she washed herself clean.

As she washed, Brianna started to feel more in control of herself. “This was a scene,” she reminded herself. She’d paid for this. Her emotions were a confusing jumble. Intellectually she was sure V had merely done a scene she’d asked for. Yet her body was eager for his touch. Her emotions needed his approval. She felt like she was recovering from being drunk with lust and a need for his approval.

She went back to V as herself. Her clothes were still near V, so she went back stark naked except for the kitty props. She tried to act as normal as possible. Once she was back with V she carefully pulled off the kitty ears and collar, placing them on the bed. She still deeply desired him. She still wanted his approval. She did her best to hide her continuing desire to please him. She wanted him to think of this as only a fantasy scene, even though her own emotions were caught up in it. She would try to have him interpret her previous reactions as a result of her being a good actress. She was going to show him she had been in control all along. In truth, she was doing more acting now.

She gently sat down nude next to him on the bed. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain from her spanked butt. She focused on him. “Thanks, that was an amazing scene. I know it was weird, but it’s the fantasy I wanted.”

“You’re welcome. Amazing is what I do.”

Brianna stared at V’s lips. She couldn’t help it, she still desired him. V noticed. He leaned in to begin to kiss her. She kissed him back with passion. Her heat flared up again. She pressed her body against him, passionately kissing all around his face. She couldn’t control her need. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breasts. Soon they were fondling each other like teenagers in the back of a car. The fooling around went on, and on, and on.

After a while V pressed her down sideways onto the bed. Brianna realized this would give the cameras a good view, but she was too needy to protest. V got on top of her in a missionary position and slowly mounted her. Brianna was surprised V was hard again. Brianna submissively put her hands by her head and looked up into his eyes. She was ready to do whatever he wanted. She wondered — could he possibly cum a third time? V slowly pistoned, faster and faster. After a legion of thrusts he came again inside her. Brianna cried out as she felt more cum inside her. An intense orgasm welled up in her without warning. Brianna fainted from pleasure. She woke a few minutes later. V had moved to sit on the side of the bed.

Brianna blissfully smiled at V and sighed. She looked up at V and said, “thank you.” She felt a kind of peaceful release.

V looked her nude body over. V determined Brianna must be done. “One moment,” he said. He stood up, walked to the cameras, and stopped the recording.

Brianna realized something else. There was a lot in the video she didn’t want anyone else to see. Brianna looked at V. “Would you please not share the video with anyone?” She didn’t know what the form she signed said, but it might let him share the video with his friends. She had never had nude pictures of herself before the psych eval, not even nude selfies. She had always wanted to keep her private parts private. He now had a recording of every inch of her, doing a variety of sexual acts. Even her embarrassing thank-yous she’d said to V had been recorded. It would be humiliating for her if this video got out. It might also end any hope of her having the kind of acting career she’d worked so hard for. Sure, some actresses had success after sex videos were released, but she didn’t want to take the chance. She looked at V, confident he would honor her request.

“Sweetheart, I’m here for the money. That’s it. You’re a cash machine to me. You can’t complain after you sign on the dotted line. No court in the state will nullify the video consent form you’ve signed. It provides consent for worldwide release, in any way I see fit, and I get all the profits too. I don’t see any reason to keep the video to myself.”

Brianna paled. She was his for the asking, but he didn’t care about her at all. His plans for the video could destroy many of her hopes. She begged, “Please don’t release it. I don’t have a lot of money, but I’ll pay you extra to destroy it.”

V looked at her like she was kidding.

Brianna compromised, “or at least keep it private.”

V smiled. “I promise I won’t publicly release it for a month. Let’s talk about it in a few weeks or so.”

Oh shit, thought Brianna. V was probably going to shop this video around and see how much it was worth. After that he would see what she’d offer. He would take the best offer he could get. Naturally. She was certain she didn’t have as much money as he’d require.

V looked at her and seemed to know what she was thinking. He said, “if you don’t have the money yourself, I’m sure you have other assets you could provide to me so I can get what I want.” He appraised her nude body. His eyes coldly inventoried her lips, tits, ass, and cunt.

Brianna’s heart sank further. There were other ways to pay, yes, but she knew she wouldn’t like those ways. V was not new to trading money and favors for sex. As her pimp, he would know exactly how to get top dollar and the biggest favors in exchange for unlimited control of her body. She’d heard V could be a fun sex partner, but if he was selling her body, he would be ruthless to make sure he got maximum value. His rippling muscles made it clear that she could not get the video or signed contract from him by force. She was certain that if she misbehaved for him, now or ever, his powerful body would ensure she regretted it.

He gloatingly smiled. She realized that there would be no halfway measures, or mercy, if she handed her body over to him. Most prostitutes would refuse to do the things she might have to do for him. Soon he would name his price. After he named his price, he would be selling her body to the highest bidders.

There was nothing she could say. She wordlessly dressed in her skimpy skirt, bikini top, and espadrilles. She looked into V’s eyes. V looked back into hers. She could not keep the gaze. She submissively dropped her eyes and head. She had come as his client. She would leave as his tool.

She left V and went downstairs. She entered the lobby rest room to wait for her pre-arranged ride home. She went into a stall, closed its door, gingerly sat down on the toilet, and wept. She felt devastated. She had gotten rid of some rules, yet she was worse off in some ways than before.

Brianna knew she’d gotten herself fucked, in more than one way.