Tattoos and piercings

Day 85

Dear diary,

Bonjour journal. Excusez-moi, I not write much, nothing happen new. Writing begin to feel difficult now; I do not find some English words. Madame read my journal and punish me for using the English well. No tenses, and I put the words in order like French. It is difficult.

Passport not arrive yet, and vraiment, I have given up. I look at myself in Madame’s mirror today (I no longer have one) and see someone unrecognizable. I very tan now, hair is black, and walking in heels has lift my derrière to a rather daring height. Madame train me to walk more enticingly, perhaps to amuse mostly male guests.

My entire walk and gestures change, and Madame punish me for slightest mistake. Now often, these punishments end with Madame touch me until almost the edge of satisfaction. When this begin, I not know, because pills to keep me calm confuse my sense of time. She use it to reinforce her training.

Now my French improve (or my English worsen), I understand the soap operas on my TV are more crude than I first believe. This change my vocabulary—local women say I speak like a “tramp” when Madame take me to the payphone.

I am not allow calls or to listen to her talk, but she seem happy after. She say I still look too little like poor French girl, and immigration officer grow suspicious. We go to tattoo shop nearby, and Madame ask for items before they lead me to dirty chair.

I resist touching the piercing at my navel while writing this, and I not know how I sleep with both my belly button and the area above my derrière sore.

Day 88

Cher journal,

When les invités are away, naked I now remain toujours.

Today, for breakfast, me servir dans le nude, the Madame had me. Only mes talons and my new piercing I wore. She smiled as le plateau I set down, and sans penser, her hand entre mes jambes reached, to touch me. I shuddered, as still as I could stay, and nearly à la fois close to climax I felt, feeling so soumise. These pills I take, an effet secondaire they have is that aroused I become easily and orgasm just as simplement. One hand she used for this, while sipping son café with the other, then avec une main turned on la télé.

A reward for being bonne fille I thought, as onto sa main I came, trembling. As from the climax I descended doucement, her fingers she raised, and after a slight hésitation, them I licked propre. Her eyes met mine as I stood là, naked and soumise, licking my own taste from ses doigts. Almost once more cela made me cum.

My last entry this will be, as Madame prend mon journal away, to help me completely dans le français immerse.