I got my my cat Cass from the RSPCA. He is a tom, black and white, about eight years old and very affectionate and sweet. He only has three legs. His owners (hopefully they will die screaming in agony) had left him behind when they moved house. He was starving, trying to get out, and fell from a third floor window and broke a leg. The RSPCA rescued him but gangrene set in and it had to be removed - now he just has a little stump. Of course he doesn't know he's lost the leg and I sometimes see him trying to scratch with it. He gets around fine but gets tired quickly. But he has a good time. He is alive and looked after and loved.

I'm feeling guilty about my studies, or rather my neglect of them lately.  Saturday night in the parlour was good, with a constant stream of customers - mainly hj and bj as usual, but also some good fucking, including dp and anal. No beatings, though my marks were much admired. Then there was a private bukkake party at which Kim and I and a Polish girl provided the entertainment for about 20 or more guys.

Got home late Sunday morning and slept until evening. I'm still knackered today but must get down to some work. I promised myself when I started whoreing that I wouldn't let it interfere with uni and I must stick to that. Trouble is, I'm always horny. I thought whoring might slow me down but it hasn't.  Seems like the more I get the more I want. I'm sitting here thinking about what they did to me on Saturday when I should be writing an essay which is due on Wednesday.

Just got my car back, so we can use it to go up to London tonight. Should be interesting as we are both still well marked from our beatings on Wednesday. Once guys see that you're marked and realise you're sub they feel free to get rough themselves, so no doubt we are in for a hard time tonight. We will take it of course. A good whore is there to serve, not quibble about what she will or will not do. In fact that's what I love about whoring, that feeling of being helpless, owned by others. They've paid and now you are theirs to use as they wish.

Kim was very sub on Thursday night. She won't admit it but she is every bit as sub as me. I don't think any girl could do what we do unless she was a true maso slut.

My car's been fixed and I'm getting it back tomorrow morning. Great! I'm lost without it. Just hope it's OK.

It was a good night last night. I got what I wanted. A lot of cock, a lot of spunk, a hard beating, plenty of verbal abuse......I need to get my head round it. Will probably post more later. Off to lectures now.

Kim and I are off to the new parlour tonight. I am very nervous, I don't know why as it can't be much different from the place we work weekends at now. Must be just because it's new. I'm also feeling extra horny and slutty and looking forward to getting some hard use, the way I like it.

Kim says I should masturbate when I'm feeling like this as when I go to work feeling all sub and slutty I tend to go over the top and get into situations which could be dangerous. I'm sure she's right. But I've wanked twice today and I just feel even more whorish than ever. I just need to be used and thats all I can say. I hope we get some really rough types in tonight. No holes barred, as they say.

Why do I find humiliation (and pain to a lesser extent) so exciting?  Why is it specially exciting to be humiliated by some guy/guys I wouldn't normally look at twice. Why is it even more humiliating to have your humiliator know you're massively turned on by what he's doing to you/making you do. Which is what happened at our parlour interview last week. On the other hand, if you want it as badly as I do, deliberately seek it out, find it so exciting, is it really humiliation? Dunno. Just know I must have it.

My car has been damaged and is in for repair, which is a real pain in the arse. It wasn't my fault. I had been food shopping on Saturday and was driving out through the supermarket car park when a silly cow of a woman backed out of her slot right into me, bashing the side in. It was her fault, she just wasn't looking. Insurance will take care of it but it's a nuisance. It's not big and flash but I loved that car. I won't feel quite the same about it knowing it's been damaged and repaired. But at least it wasn't my fault. Kim says I'm a rotten driver but I'm not. She is lol.

We went back to the parlour on Friday evening to see the owners. The manageress showed us into their office. They  were a very sleazy pair, not English. We stripped off for them and they inspected us, bending over the desk, legs spread wide, etc. They were talking about us in their language, laughing and roughly mauling us about. I soon got quite wet which was very embarrassing, and when he went into my arse I came very quickly. He had my cunt next and I came again, then he grabbed my hair and forced me down onto my knees so he could finish in my mouth. He was big but I managed to take him deep and keep him there until he'd finished with me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kim being used in the same way. She looked gorgeous. They kicked us out soon after. We have got the job, starting next Thursday.

I never feel so whorish as when I am kneeling naked at a guy's feet with  my mouth wide open, waiting for his spunk.

Kim and I are friends again and we went to the parlour in X last night. It's in a pretty rough part of the town but it's really nice inside, more like a gentlemen's club than a parlour. We saw the manageress, an attractive friendly woman, not old. Obviously once one of the girls.

She gave us a drink and we had a chat. She seemed pleased to see us. She said there is no shortage of girls but they were often unreliable and had various hangup's. The manageress sort of hinted that they get a lot of well off guys there, with kinky requests that not many girls could handle.  She asked us if we were willing to give full service and do outcalls and go to outside parties etc and we assured her we were. She suggested we start with a midweek night and go on to weekends if all went well and we agreed. It would be a lot easier than driving up to London every weekend as we do at the moment.

We have to go again on Friday for an interview with the owners but I think we are in. Of course they will want to use us. The owners or managers always want to fuck the girls to try them out. When I was interviewed for my present job, I was really put through my paces by a couple of guys. That was my first taste of DP. And my first taste of being treated like a whore.

Yesterday in the cafeteria I heard some guy say he knew of at least four girls at the uni who were selling sex to pay their way and make some extra money. I don't think he was including me as I am very, very discreet and careful. I only know of one other, besides Kim of course. But I'm sure there are more.

I'm looking forward to the weekend and hoping that the parlour will be busier than last weekend,which was a bit of a disaster. I didn't make much money and I didn't get what I needed either. I like to be used hard, treated like a whore.

Kim wants us to drive into X (big town about 30 miles away) tonight to see about  getting some more work in a parlour there. It's just about far enough away to be safe. And even if someone from the uni did come in, so what? It's only my family I care about knowing and they are miles and miles away. At the moment we only work weekends. A midweek night would be good and I am up for it, though I worry about getting behind in my course work.

Also meant to say, I just had my first message. So somebody is reading this stuff! Amazing! Strange feeling though..........

I am really angry and depressed. This morning I heard these dreadful screeching, buzzing sounds from the little park behind the flats. It was some kind of power saw thing.They were cutting down an old tree that I had always liked. It had some dead branches but it wasn't dead, there were plenty of leaves. It was very tall and was a lovely shape. Birds used to roost in it and Cass used to like watching them, though he had no chance of ever catching one. Now it's gone and I miss it.

I have fallen out with Kim. Temporarily I hope. She says I like sex too much to be a good whore, specially a subslut like me. She says a good whore doesn't get too into it. She knows I'm sub and I need to be used and she worries I'll get in too deep. She says she does it purely for the money. But I don't believe her. I have seen her working and I can tell she's away too.

Maybe she's right. I do get too involved sometimes. Sometimes I feel I would do it for nothing I love it so much. Sometimes  I just want to go out and whore myself and take whatever they want to do to me and I scare myself.  I admit I'm a masochist. My only worry is family and friends finding out. And giving it all up when I graduate next year.

Or maybe she's jealous? Amazing thought. I do love her though and hate it when we fall out. I have known her since schooldays.

I seem to have posted a lot here already. Never thought I would. I enjoy it, don't know why. And it only takes a minute.

I'm very new here and don't really know what I'm doing with this journal. Yet. I found the LJ site by chance and was intrigued.

I've managed to change the colours. But can other people see it? Can they comment on it? I'm not sure I want others to read it but if only I can see it it's rather pointless. It would be good to get in touch with others like myself.

Kim just rang. Going for a pub lunch. A good old Sunday roast.

I am sick of uni.

It's Sunday and I'm fed up,not sure why as it's a beautiful sunny day. I never liked Sunday's when I was young and still don't.

It was really quiet at the parlour last night, a bummer as I am specially hard up at the moment. Nothing organised for afterwards either, so I was home fairly early. Pity as I was really up for it. Probably because it's Easter and a lot of guys are away. Mostly oral required. Had one fuck but he didn't make me cum. Kim wasn't there as she has had a horse stand on her foot and has trouble walking.

Got a taxi home and gave the driver a bj for the fare. I often do that. Obviously when they pick you up at the parlour they know what you do.

Anyway it's a lovely day and Cass is outside lying in the sun.

It's Saturday and I will be working at the parlour tonight. I always get butterflies in my tummy before going, even though I've been working there for a while now. I am also feeling very horny and slutty, which is good. The work is more exciting and fun when you are really up for it and can get right into it.

It's always busy on Saturday nights, never much time for hanging around. Mostly the guys want bj's and hj's but there is some fucking. I can make good money on a Saturday night, especially if there is a party or something after we close. I had my first gangbang at one of these - me and another girl did a show  and then were used by about 10 guys.  It's understood before you start that you will do anything they want -no holes barred as they say. They certainly got their moneysworth - I could hardly walk afterwards.

I'm looking forward to seeing my friend Kim tonight. She is a student like me and we have a lot of other things in common. She is great. We are thinking of sharing a flat but I don't know if this will; ever happen.

In my first post I said I wouldn't post very often, then I posted the very next day. OK it was an unusual evening but my life isn't really like that. Mostly it's quite boring. And I don't want to become some kind of nerd. So...

My favourite colour is yellow. I have a three-legged cat named Cass. I got him from the RSPCA (animal welfare). I think people who are cruel to animals should die a slow agonising death.

I am sick of my course. Maybe I chose the wrong one? Shit......

I was bored last night and also horny.  I went out and met a couple of friends for a drink in a hotel bar, but then they went on to the cinema and I didn't want to so I was left alone. I was just thinking about going home when a man asked if he could buy me a drink. Of course I said yes. He was middle aged and totally unattractive but he seemed pleasant and harmless. He reminded me of my dad.

Then quite out of the blue he asked me if I was on the game! I was surprised as I was just wearing ordinary clothes - jeans and a top, nothing tarty. I told him no, I was a student, which is true. Then I suprised myself by saying he could have me for £150. He agreed and went up to his room and I followed him a couple of minutes later. He paid me right away in cash. I stripped for him and he mauled me roughly calling me a slut, making me bend over and spread.  I was surprised how wet I got.

Then he undressed. He was short and hairy and had a belly. His balls were enormous but his dick was small. I knelt and sucked his dick and balls for a while and he got hard but it was still small. He  was tugging my hair and calling me a whore. I was really horny by then and asked him to use my arse but his belly got in the way. Then I started sucking him again and he soon started to cum. He was so small I had it all in my mouth. He made a lot of noise when he came but didn't produce much spunk. I swallowed the lot easily.

The whole scene had only taken about half and hour,  so i asked him if he wanted to use me in any other  way but he said no and chucked me out. It was a good scene as he made me feel so whorish, which I love.  When I left I was in the mood for picking up someone on the street but it was cold and raining so I went home, and had an early night with a vibrator.

Hello, I've just joined.......To introduce myself......... I am 22, single, a student. I am bi and mostly sub. After fantasising about whoring for ages (since my early teens) I plucked up my courage and took the plunge last summer vacation. Now I  have been working part-time, mainly at weekends, as an escort and in massage parlours for just over a year and am loving it. 

I do it because I need the money, but also because can be quite humiliating and/or frightening at times and as a masochist I find this very exciting and fulfilling. Of course most clients are straight and rather boring but I must admit that I often deliberately put myself into scary situations. It can get quite addictive.

Strangely enough what scares me most is the thought of  anyone I know finding out.  I suppose most working girls feel like this. I do have to be terribly discreet and would never do anything in my home town.

I will not be posting every little thing I do on here (my life is mostly pretty boring to be honest). I will only post when I've got something I want to say or report....