Sweet surrender

You told me that I could feel free to "party" the other night.
I don't remember when the last time was that I went hunting. All that it took for that to happen was a slight change of atitude, a different look in my eyes.
I sent off fumes of sex, to anyone that might be interested.
Didn't take long for the first victim to be drawn into my web.
He was attentive and phsyical with me while you sat there and watched.
The truth is that already when I was sitting there next to him, I didn't really want to go through with the rest. He smelled bad. But I followed him into the room and you were behind me. He groped, and pawed, and licked and kissed me all over, yuck. But like the trooper that I am I carried on with the game. He got off, and wanted to go for another round, but that's was when I snapped out of it and told him that he bores me and I don't think that he will be able to get me off so I'd rather just end it right now. While he was dressing I went to the restrooms to try and wash off his strench from my body.
You asked me how I was and I told you that I was fine, because I was. I had reunited with my other self.
My dear friend that I knew so well.
Another drink at the bar and the hunt went on.
You took me to one of the rooms and sessioned me. People walked in and out some looked others touched, I kept still in my place , never resisting.
When we were done, you paraded me around the club half naked, inviting people to touch my breasts. My gaze was pointed down, no eye contact allowed.
But trust me I saw myself trough their eyes.
the evening progressed and I found myself once again in one of the rooms, this time I sessioned some guy, than another fisted me, I gave a blow job and rode his cock. More of the same.... for me.
When we were about to leave the club with that stanger for more sex, another guy came up to me and told me that I smelled soo good. That I was a breathe of fresh air in a hell hole. I laughed, was he smelling all the men that I had sex with in the last few hours? I felt sorry for him. If we weren't about to leave he could have gotten lucky. Oh well.
Early signs of morning found us in some shitty little apartment with a guy that was too drunk to even function, so you and I fucked. He was dying to see me squirt but by the time he pushed his face down by my cunt I had lost it.
When we got home, exhausted and worn out just before I collapsed into a deep sleep you fucked me one more time, you didn't want my squirt to be stuck inside for too long.
When I woke up hours later, my whole body was sore especially my pussy. Used and abused.
During the day you searced for some insight as to how I was feeling. You even called me your little whore.
You probablly wondered if what had happened had left some kind of emotional mark. If I was regretting, or feeling bad.
I'll explain to you exactly was was going on in my head. Nothing.
I had reunited that night with my alter ego.
You didn't understand why I carried on with that guy who smelled bad.
I felt as if you were explaining something to a naive little girl who hadn't tasted life yet.
Understand one thing, I have been trained before. Long before you came along, when I really was that little naive girl who knew nothing.
I was taught that you always go all the way, that it all passes with a hot shower, that if I know what's good for me I'll lie still shut up and open my legs.
My old me, my alter ego that will always be a part of me. The slut, the whore, the hole to be used.
I have told you before, that you are the only one who has been able to make me feel when I'm being fucked. You trained me that way. Though sessions, soul searching, loving, and being my everything.
You need to know that when you loosened your leash on me, I connected with my other self.
I will always be there but I'll never be a part of what's going on. That's the way that I like it. My behavior has saved my ass on several occasions before.. It serves me well.
All that I care about is that this little whore serves you well.