dirty dungeon session from new york

Master asks why I freak out whenever he tries to go down on me. I tell him I'm scared. he doesn't believe with how kinky I am why I don't let him go down. I completely forgot why I didn't like it. I had nothing to say when he asked why I didn't like it. But now I remember. When I was 18 new at passive arts studios I had a new client come in. Role call was called and that's when the girls are called up in a line and the client picks his choice of poison. He was new and he picked me. He was from new York and berry good looking. Handsome with dark hair and dark eyes. He was rich too so he was a big spending client. All the girls were jealous when he picked me from the line and I knew this. When I lined up I was shy and I didn't make eye contact with him but I did glance at him. I think he liked how shy I was. He chose me and I stayed shy but secretly excited because rarely ever do I get a mid thirties client. Usually they are old and gross. And to have a handsome from new York was rare for me. We went into session and I remember he specifically wanted role playing. Daddy s little girl. My safe word is cinnamon. He smacked me around in the face hard. Tried to make me kiss his pretty penis. I said no. He shoved his crotch on my face but I never opened my mouth. I knew better. He took control over me over powered me and man handled me. He licked my a hole and kissed me down there. Finger f ed my anus and down there. He covered my screams. Its hard to remember what happens. I remember him slapping me in the face hard.. when I ran for door he caught me by my hair and dragged me to the ground. I got rug burn. He rubbed his body all over me. Getting off. He said to act like I enjoy it. I couldn't pretend. He kept telling me to stop f ING crying but I couldn't stop crying. Especially with him hitting me in the face. It was gross when he forced kissed me. Shoving his tongue in my mouth. The desk finally called knock knock. The session was over and he wondered why I was still crying. He didn't realize that I was violated. Bdsm is different in new York and east coast. It's more hard core. He told me I was amazing and it was so real. I was beautiful. He became my regular. He left and he gave me 300 dollar tip. I cleaned the room and walked him out. The girls asked if I was okie because my make up was smeared and I was hiccupping from crying.