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Hi.
A life long position is offered in the job seection of your local
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Amber
by Sissy, property of Mistress Sam
It started with unemployment, mine. My benefits were running out and I
spent most of the day seeking work. Sunday morning I was scanning the 'HELP
WANTED' ads, when under domestic an ad catch my eye.
"Houseboy wanted. Must be clean, honest and hard working. Room,
board and uniforms provided. Call XXX-XXXX for an interview."
Being a submissive personality, it was a dream come true. I called the
number a t once.
A sleepy voice answered, "Yes". "I'm sorry I am calling in regards to your
ad. I'll call back later." "No, we can talk now. Tell me about yourself."
"I am a 25 year old white male with a BS in business. I'm 5 foot seven, 145
pounds, blue eyes and brown hair. Computer literate."
"Why are you interested in this job. This position is very beneath you."
"I was laid off six months ago due to the economy and my unemployment
benefits are about used up. Your ad interests me and not only just the pay
and benefits."
"Interesting. I will interview you this afternoon at 3 PM at my home." And
he then gave me the address.
Five to three, saw me knocking on the door. A girl about my age, dressed in
a maid's uniform answered the door.
"Yes"
"I'm here for an interview"
"You're expected . Follow me please."
She lead me down the hall to the den. Knocking on the open door, she
announced me "Master Charles, the houseboy interviewee."
"Enter" was the response. I entered the den. It was darkly lit and made
darker by the dark wood paneling on the walls. As my eyes adjusted to the
room, I saw my potential employer. He was 6'3" about 190 pounds, well
built. Not a bodybuilder build but very attractive. Medium length black
hair framed his clean shaven face.
He wordlessly measured me up visually. Then we talked for over an hour with
me standing across the desk from him. We talked about many things, school,
interes ts, hobbies, even girls and sex. He then made a comment about
dipping the pen in the company ink not being allowed.
"Do you want the position?"
"Yes Sir"
"You'll do, Girl" When the maid entered she was instructed to show me my
room and around the house. "You will find that I will call you boy, it is
not an insult, just a fact of life. And you will call me Master Charles.
Now off you go. When you're done come back here."
Girl, I quickly found out her name was Jan, took me to my room which was on
the third floor. The kitchen and public areas were on the ground floor.
They were very conservatively, tastefully and expensively done. Up the
ornate stairway to the second floor we went. There were five bedroom suites
on this floor, the largest of which was Master Charles'. Each suite had
it's own private bath with a large sunken tub, marble vanities and bidets.
Each sitting room was light and airy with overstuffed chairs and sofas. And
a large screen tv.
The stairway to the third floor was at the rear of the house. This was the
stairway the help had to use normally. On the first floor it was just off
the kitchen. It was carpeted with indoor/outdoor carpet (Not for us, but to
keep the noise down) and while not narrow was nowhere near as wide as the
formal stairway.
Entering the hallway, I saw a carpeted (for noise, not us) floor, white dead
end walls and two doors on each side. My room was on the left side. My
room was more of an efficiency apartment than a room. It had a private bath
with a shower stall rather than a tub. A rather clean and efficient design.
The room itself held a twin bed with painted steel head and foot boards, a
night stand with lamp and phone and a desk and chair. Between the bathroom
and closet was a built-in drawers. No tv or radio. Next to the door was an
intercom panel with room lights.
Jan then explained the rules:
1. Except for our day off we were to be available 24 hours a day.
2. No food or drink in rooms.
3. No radios or tv's.
4. Keep rooms clean.
5. Be discreet and quiet.
6. Be respectful.
That finished, she led me back to Master Charles in the den.
His only question was "Well" with arched eyebrows.
"Yes Sir, I do want this job."
"When can you start?"
"I can start right now, however since this is a live-in situation I would
like a week to close up my apartment and sell everything.."
"Do you have a car?"
"Yes Sir"
"You will not need it here. So you better sell it."
"Yes Sir."
A week later, I had sold most everything and had moved into the room at
Master Charles home and settled in. My duties were varied. I was
responsible for washing and waxing Master Charles auto. His Mercedes sedan
and his Porche. He seemed to want me to massage his neck, back and feet
every evening. Since Jan was the cook as well as the maid, I served Master
Charles his meals, got his papers, mixed his drinks, fetch and put his
clothes away.
Things were going along well for a couple months. One Wednesday night
(Wednesday being my day off) I was sitting on my bed reading my new TV
magazine (I was a closet tv at the time) when Master Charles entered my room
and grabbed my magazine. With a slap he put me to the floor. "You little
perverted faggot. No wonder you wanted this job. Girl told me about seeing
your magazines. So you little pervert you want to be a girl." I just rolled
up into a ball, cried and begged for forgiveness.
"You look enough like a girl, you act and sound like a girl. As far as I am
concerned you're a girl." With that he grabbed me by the hair, ripped off my
shorts and threw me across the back of the desk chair. "GIRL" As Jan
entered Master Charles tied me to the chair. With his belt he beat my ass
until I was screaming.
"Girl wax off this slut's body hair and thin out her eye brows. Also trim
her hair into a more fem hairdo. When you're done call me. If it gives you
any problems you can punish her or call me." With that Master Charles left.
Jan untied me, pulled me onto my bed a nd then retied me to the bed. Now I
knew why those head and foot boards were used for. she then started to pour
hot wax over my body. Before she started to pull it off, Jan reached up
under her skirt and pulled off her panties. "I don't want you to disturb
Master Charles" as she stuffed her wet panties into my mouth.
Ninety painful minutes later, she had finished. My eyebrows weren't much
better. releasing me, Jan then tied me in the chair, where she styled my
hair saying it wasn't really long enough to style properly, but it would
come later. Before calling Master Charles, Jan painted my finger and toe
nails bright whore red. Master Charles returned a few minutes after Jan
called and spent several minutes looking me over.
"Excellent, she'll do. Boy if you want to stay in my employ will sign this
agreement. A slave agreement."
It was a dream come almost true. I signed.
"Girl will train you in the girly arts, your new duties, etc. You will
learn quickly." Pulling a leather device from his pocket, Master Charles
stuffed my cock and balls into a pouch and locked it.
"This belongs to me now. It is for my pleasure not yours. Since boy no
longer fits your new status you will now be called Slut. This is no longer
your room. You are now assigned to the room connected to girl's. Until
otherwise told, you will obey both me and girl. Tomorrow Girl, you will
measure Slut for her new clothes. I'll tell you what to get tomorrow. Take
this slut to her room and tie her to her bed. During her training you may
use slut for your sexual pleasure. You may not reciprocate. Good night
girls."
With that he left. Jan led me across the hall to my new room.
Except for a canopy bed, pastel paint colors and a bath tub, the room was no
different from my old room. Jan tied me on my back spread eagle to the bed.
Then kneeling over my face, she fingered herself until her breath got short,
then she dropped her crotch to my mouth. "You know what to do." Once
satisfied, she got off the bed and with a "Sleep tight." enter her room and
went to bed.
Something wet suddenly started to smother me. It was Jan giving me my
wake-up call. I put my tongue to work until she again was satisfied. She
led me to the bathroom where I took a scented bubble bath and cleaned up. I
rubbed lotion over my body and put on the white hi-cut panties Jan handed
me. Back in my room, Jan tied my limbs to the canopy posts. She measured
me. Boy did she measure me. She measured everything. Then she left me
there and went back into her room. A couple hours latter, she came back
into my room, with her arms full of shopping bags.
Coming behind me, girl put a corset around me and started lacing me up. the
corset kept contracting until I started to take short rapid breathes. Jan
released me and finished dressing me in stockings, heels, slip and a dress.
During the rest of the day, I did Jan's job cleaning the bathrooms and oven,
while she supervised.
When Master Charles arrived home I reverted to my own duties, but as a
housegirl. That night Jan and I returned to my room where I was instructed
in the art of makeup . After a couple hours of face painting, Jan had me
change into a pink nightie. But the corset was not removed, it wasn't even
loosened. Finally, she attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles and tied me
to the bed again. Before she left the room, I again performed the duties
she expected of me.
The next morning after the same wake-up call, Jan released me to clean up
and prepare myself. Returning from the bathroom, girl tightened the corset
then allowed me to put on the clothes she had laid out. We then went to the
kitchen where we prepared and I served Master Charles his breakfast.
Afterwards while I was cleaning up, Master Charles talked with girl. Soon
he left for the day and girl and I ate our breakfast. While girl had
cereal, coffee and juice, I was only allowed a slice of dry toast and juice.
All the while she kept up her correction of my motions and actions to make
me more lady-like. Upon finishing and cleaning up, Jan led me to the
garage, where we got into a two year old american sedan. I was concerned
about being seen, but she calmed me down with a touch of her hand upon my
painted cheek.
We arrived at a downtown medical building and girl led me to the elevator.
It was obvious she had been here before. It was still early and few people
were about. At the fifth floor, we got off and we entered an office.
Despite the hour, the doctor was waiting for us. He directed us into an
examination room. "Girl you're about due for your annual exam, so strip
down. Slut stand there and observe what is about to happen to you. Yes, I
know all about you and your status." When he finished with girl including a
full pelvic exam, he had me strip and sit on the examination table. At the
end of the exam, my feet were placed in the stirrups and locked in with
tape. The doctor the took the leather pouch between my legs and squeezed
it. Within a couple minutes my cock and balls swelled to painfully fill the
pouch. "ahhh, ahhh please stop, pleaseeeeee" My right arm was grabbed and
held down while the doctor took three large tubes of blood. I was then
released from the table, but before I was allowed to dress the doctor took
several photos of me and measured my body. Then I was bent over the table
and received an injection in each ass cheek. At Jan's insistence, I quickly
dressed and left the examination room. In the lobby, the receptionist had
arrived and the waiting room was about half full of women. The doctor hands
Jan a piece of paper and kisses her on the cheek. With a "See you in two
weeks" Jan takes my hand and leads me out.
Back in the car, Jan drives off. "We have a few more errands to run."
Pulling up to a drugstore, she handcuffs my arms behind me. Slipping a
jacket over my shoulders , she gets out and enters the drugstore. Upon
returning, she drives to a leather shop, without removing the handcuffs.
A tall man with a nametag that said 'DEAN' led us to a back room. After s
ome quiet discussions with Jan, he orders me to strip. I comply after a
small nod from girl. Jan removed the pouch. Dean then takes several
measurements of my cock and balls, nose, ears and chest. Some more
discussions with girl occur, followed by salve being rubbed in my nose, on
my ear lobes, my cock and behind my balls. As I looked to Jan with a
question on my lips, she reattached the handcuffs and stands behind me with
her arms holding me securely. Dean then proceeds to pierce my nose with a
large ring between the nostrils. This was followed by a substantial ring in
each ear. He then does a Prince Albert piecing on my cock head and a guiche
behind my balls. After finishing up, he gives girl and I some very explicit
instructions on cleaning and caring for the piercing. Dressed (without the
pouch, god it felt good), Dean then took more measurements, height, bust,
hips, waist, wrists, ankles, etc. We left there and walked across the
street to a small strip mall. At a photographer's, I had several photos
taken with several different wigs. I did find out that the nose ring was
removable. From the photographer's, we walked to a corset shop. There I
was measured again.
After that we walked a couple doors down to a shoe store cobbler, Damn, I
thought these heels were bad on carpet, on a concrete sidewalk they were way
beyond murder. At the shoe store, the cobbler waited on us himself. He
measured my feet. Then having me stand on wooden wedges, he drew an outline
of my feet on the wood with a pencil. Followed by having me stand on
another set of wedges covered with modeling clay. He added additional clay
under my arches.
Soon we were on our way home. For lunch I had a salad, milk and three large
pills. After lunch I cleaned and then prepared dinner. The next two weeks
went much like this afternoon. Except I was becoming more and more fem in
my looks, actions and outlook.
The two weeks went quickly. Jan took me to my next doctor's appointment
right after Master Charles left for the office. The doctor took more
measurements, comparing them with the last appointment. He inspected the
piercing. Before allowing me to dress, he had me bend over the examination
table again and gave me a large injection in each ass cheek. After we left
the doctor's, we made several stops where Jan picked up many packages. The
leather shop, the corset shop, the cobbler, the photographer and the
dressmaker's.
Instead of the usual activities after dinner, Master Charles had Jan strip
and present me to him in the den. While I knelt demurely before him, Master
Charles outlined his plans for me.
"Slut, it's time to tell you about my plans for you. First you need some
background information to understand completely. I am the president and
major stockholder of a major high tech corporation and defense contractor.
I am also gay. As you can see there are some potential problems. Some
people are starting to talk about my lack of female companions. When Girl
told me about your interests, it looked like a solution to my problems. I
did some checking on the lifestyle in general and you in particular. I know
that you are like most tv's, straight, not gay. But now you are my slave,
not my servant. And slaves are not heterosexual, or bisexual, or even
homosexual. They are just sexual. Further more the pills you are now
taking are hormones, so you are now a trans-sexual." Putting a small padlock
through my Prince Albert ring, He pulled it back, locking it with the guiche
ring.
"You will always be pre-op. This equipment will always belong to me, under
my control. The doctor has certified you drug and disease free. And that
you are a good candidate for transformation. After your body has rounded
out enough in a couple months the doctor will enhance your breasts, remove
your adam' s apple, remove a couple of ribs and do a few other enhancements
to your body. At that point, to the outside world, you'll become my
girlfriend, but we'll know the truth wouldn't we slut?" Master Charles
turned me back over to Jan. She led me to my room, where she laced me into
my new corset. Then I was put to bed.
Except for doctor's visits every two weeks, the next several weeks slipped
into a very standard pattern. On weekdays, I would wakeup (usually by
having Jan's snatch pushed into my face), spend about an hour cleaning up
and having a makeup and dressing lesson. Prepare and serve Master's
breakfast. After he leaves, eat my dry toast and juice. Spend the morning
cleaning various parts of the house, making Master's bed, doing dishes, etc.
About noon eat my lunch of dry green salad and a glass of water. The
afternoon is filled with more lessons and preparation for dinner. We serve
Master dinner, when he finishes, I serve him coffee in the den, then help
Jan clean up. Then we eat our dinner, mine being a small dry chef salad and
a glass of milk. The rest of the evening was spent serving Master. On
weekends, we served Master his breakfast a little later and the only
cleaning we did was making beds and doing dishes. I spent more time serving
Master and receiving training from Jan. Many times Master Charles would
watch and comment. On weekdays I would do and remove my makeup two or three
times a day. On weekends, I would do it almost hourly. When Master
commented on it, Jan told him it needs to become second nature to me and
that was the only way.
The hormones were kicking in. Along with my diet, they slimmed me down but
put more padding on my hips, ass and chest. My breasts started to grow. my
body hair stopped growing, except for my legs, which got lighter and finer.
My hair grew faster, finer and thicker. Soon it covered the back of my
neck. The hormones also caused me to experience dramatic mood swings. One
night while serving Master I went from smiling and giggling to a crying jag
instantly. I turned and ran to my room, where I buried my face into the
pillow and cried my heart out. I never could figure out what I was crying
about. Jan who saw it happen, followed me and tried to comfort me. Soon
Master Charles was standing in the doorway.
"What's going on Girl?"
"Its a girl thing, Sir."
"Girl, there is no such thing in this house. So tell me now."
"Master Charles, Slut is experiencing reactions to the hormones. All girls
experience mood swing due to hormone imbalances, but in Slut's case the
hormone imbalance is causing wild swings because of the large amount of
hormones in her system. As her body accepts the hormones the mood swings
will moderate. You wanted her to be a girl, this is part of it."
"OK, put her to bed." The mood swings slowly leveled out somewhat.
Four months after the hormones were started, the doctor told Jan and I, that
my breasts were as large as they were going to be and that I was now ready
for surgery. It was scheduled in two weeks. Enter the hospital on Monday,
surgery on Tuesday morning and home maybe on Friday. That evening, we told
Master Charles the news. From his reactions, I was pretty sure that the
doctor had already told him. Women's intuition?. After I had served Master
Charles his coffee he had me kneel before him.
"Slut until your operation I will feed you your dinner. It will be low fat,
low cal and high protein. As for your operation, your breast will be
augmented to 38C+, a rib on each side will be removed, your adam's apple
will be shaved down. You will have a nose job to make your nose more
petite. Your ears will be pinned back and your eyes will be worked on to
make them more fem and expressive. Your lips will be injected with a
permanent collagen to make them more kissable and your jaw line will be
worked on. Some padding will also be added to your hips and ass. When the
doc is finished, every straight male over puberty and most lesbians will
drool over you." Master Charles the extracted his penis from his pants.
Holding it in his left hand, he placed his right hand under my jaw and
squeezed. As my mouth opened, he pulled my face toward his crotch until my
lips had passed over the head of his maleness. With my tongue I felt it
grow as Master kept pulling my head forward. He moved his right hand from
my jaw to the back of my head in my hair.
"I am going to teach you the more intimate of your womanly duties. Every
night and all day on weekends. Since sperm is an excellent source of
protein, this will be your dinner every night and all three meals on
weekends. I will save your anal cherry until after the surgery."
The rest of the evening was spent with me receiving Master Charles's
instructions on how he liked to be serviced. In the next two weeks I became
very familiar with Master's cock and balls. His likes and dislikes. How
his cock pulsed and throbbed just before he shot liquid protein into my
tummy. My mouth and throat became intimate with Master's sperm. It's
taste, it's texture. I could feel it slide all the way down my throat to my
tummy. On the weekends, I spent so much time on my knees sucking Master
off, my knees got carpet burns. And I became so stiff that Master Charles
had to lift me to my feet. A hot bath before bed would loosen me up.
Finally it was time for the operation. Jan checked me into the hospital
just after noon. Several tests were performed. At bedtime I was washed and
given three pills. After I took them it was like turning out a light.
I awoke in the recovery room. The only place I didn't hurt was my legs. My
head throbbed, my chest was one big sore sport, even my feet and throat
hurt. I looked around and saw Master Charles and the doctor talking. As I
tried to sit up, I felt the restraints that held me to the bed. When I
opened my mouth to talk, Master Charles put his finger to my lips with a
"SHHHHHH. Don't talk. Nod if you understand." I nodded my head.
"The doctor has completed your paperwork and you are now officially Amber.
While you were on the table, I had your vocal cords shortened so your voice
will be more feminine. Also I had an experimental type of surgery done on
your feet. It is intended to reconstruct shattered feet. But in your case
your feet were too big for a woman your size, so they were made smaller.
You went from a size 10 1/2 to a size 6 shoe. Your tendons were shortened,
so will always have to wear high heels. The doctor tells me that you will
need to stay in bed for at least a week. He also tells me, he has you in a
private room during that time cared for by a couple of cute lipstick
lesbians, who are excited about taking care of a brand new girl. Bye bye
for now, Amber." He left and I drifted off to a drug induced sleep. When I
awoke again, I was in my hospital room. Both my nurses were there. They
looked like the Barbi twins. For the next ten days I laid on that bed. The
doctor came around twice a day. The nurses massaged me after every meal. I
was lightly medicated to deaden the pain. Needless to say, the girls used
my tongue for their pleasure. Jan visited me daily. Two days before my
release, she brought Dean from the leather shop with her. In short order
each of my new nipples were supporting a substantial gold ring. After Jan
and Dean left the twins fawned all over me and my new additions.
When the doctor was satisfied I had recovered enough, I was released. My
nurses wheeled me to the car while Jan followed. They hugged and kissed me
and left. As Jan drove us home, I cried over the lose of my two new
friends. The only two I've had in a very long time.
The next month was spent recovering from the surgery. Shopping for new
clothes. And the bi weekly doctor's appointment. Of course, after the
first week, I still serviced Master Charles. Jan taught me how to use my
feminine wiles. How to act wanton, slutty and sexy.
One quiet Sunday afternoon, I was kneeling between Master's legs, with my
plump red lips wrapped around his pussy spike. After I swallowed his load
and licked him clean, Master Charles pulled my face up by my chin. Looking
me in the eye, Master outlined the new changes in my life.
"Slut, since you obviously do not meet the qualifications, you are no longer
my houseboy. Don't worry you will not be thrown out onto the streets.
Tomorrow you will start work as my secretary/receptionist. Since you can
already type, it shouldn't be a problem. The secretarial pool does most of
the heavy typing. Your duties will tend to be more personal. If you are
not very good at your job, everyone will take one look at your body and know
why you were hired and how you keep your job. At the office you will call
me Sir. I am running an ad for a new houseboy, since you no longer hold
that position. Tonight, as you are no longer a member of my household
staff, you will move out of your room and into a room on the second floor.
Not that you'll spend much time there. My staff and the houseboy will
assume that you are my lover. But you will still obey Girl. Your room will
be the one connected to mine. There is a door between them, so you can
protect your maidenly modestly. Plan on sleeping with me every night. You
are more dependent on me than before the operation. If I throw you out the
best you can hope for is being a TS streetwalker. It's worst than being a
female hooker or a male prostitute. After a short while it will be known
that you are my live-in girlfriend and lover. You will attend many
different functions with me. Some you will act very ladylike. Some you
will be a slut whore. I'll tell you which. Now I have an interviewee
coming in a few minutes, so you and Girl go move your clothing into your new
room." And off I went.
Jan and I spent the rest of the afternoon moving. For awhile she guided
the interviewee around the house. While she was gone I explored the suite.
>From the hall one entered a small sitting room. This room had a sofa and
chair, coffee table and a tv. It was done in pastels and was very feminine.
The other door connected this room with the bedroom. It was done in the
same style as the sitting room. Centered on the inside wall was a queen
size canopy bed. Against the outside wall between two windows was a
loveseat. On the common wall with Master Charles' room was a door. The
other sidewall had a door. It led to the dressing room. This room had a
large low vanity with a low wide bench. A large well lit professional
mirror. To the left was a large walk-in closet with built in drawers. The
door to the right was the bathroom. It was good sized, but full. There was
not only a toilet and a large whirlpool bath with shower, but also a bidet.
When Jan came back after showing Juan, the new houseboy, around. He would
start in a week, living in my first room. That night Master allowed me to
sleep in my bed.
Monday morning I rode with Master to work. At the office, I was turned
over to Mrs. Worthington, the office manager. She was a tall older lady,
conservatively dressed. Very proper. And not accepting of imperfection or
levity. Most of the morning was spent with her doing the required
paperwork, job apps, W-4, etc. Being shown my duties. She also showed me
around the building and introduced me to everyone. I could tell by how
everyone looked at me, that they "just knew" how I got this job and my job
performance would be judged on my back.
After an early lunch I went to my desk in Master's office. It was a
reasonably large room. My desk was in one corner facing the door. It was a
medium sized, low wooden desk. On it was a computer monitor and keyboard, a
multi line phone with intercom, a dictaphone and a set of "IN" & "OUT"
trays. Behind the desk was a secretary's chair, low back and no arms and a
credenza. Across from the desk were two leather couches and two leather
chairs. The walls were done in light colored wood paneling and on them hung
a couple of paintings.
There were some letters to type on the dictaphone and a couple to retype in
the "IN" box. When they were finished I buzzed Master to tell him that. He
told me to wait. It was a quiet day, with no one coming into the office.
On the computer I checked Master's schedule for the evening and the next
day. I also saw a Thursday business trip. Just before 5 PM, Master
summoned me into his office. The large office was paneled in dark wood,
giving it that distinguished, old money look. Off to the left were two
small leather couches and a coffee table. Across from the door was Master's
desk. It was a massive wooden desk with a phone, computer monitor and
keyboard, off on the left side and a blotter in the center. In front of the
desk were two leather chairs. Behind it was a large leather executive
chair. On the wall by the couches were framed photos and certificates. It
was Master's vanilla 'I love me' wall. The wall behind the desk was done in
shelves. The ones immediately behind the desk were open and contained
trophies and nic-nacs. The rest were covered by doors.
As I closed the door behind me, Master pointed to the floor beside him. I
moved to the spot indicated, laid the completed letters on his desk for
signature and waited . As he looked at me his eyes got smaller, colder and
harder. A light went on in my head and I knelt down.
"That's better slut. I will not punish you for that lapse, because I know
you were protecting me. However from now on when we're alone and the door
is closed you will kneel on that spot. " As he signed the letters, he
continued.
"I've had a good report from Mrs. Worthington on you. She said you're
attentive, a quick learner and neat. She also said that you surprised her.
She was expecting an airheaded bimbo. And you threw everyone else a curve
with your good looks and quality work. Now about my schedule. You were
told you were to keep it and keep it on track. The girl you replaced had
difficulty doing it. What's my schedule for tomorrow?"
"Sir you have nothing on your schedule for tonight. Tomorrow you have a 9
AM staff meeting and a 10:30 engineering meeting. Lunch with your lawyer
for noon at Julio's. A one o'clock with Mrs Worthington. Two o'clock is
open and a marketing meeting between 3 and 5. Do you want me to move Mrs
Worthington to 2 PM since lunch could run late?"
"Excellent thinking, slut."
"Tomorrow evening you have a SAE dinner at 6:30 at the Regency, black tie.
I'll call girl and see if your tux is back from the cleaners. That's it.
Oh by the way, you have a business trip on Thursday. Have you made your
arrangements, tickets, etc?"
"Staff travel takes care of that."
"Yes sir, do you want me to check on it?"
"Slut you are persistent."
"Sir, I do not want to end up in the secretarial pool or worse. And I am
supposed to manage your schedule."
"Very good. You're right you do manage my schedule. But you are not my
social secretary."
"Yes sir, I love you and want to do my best for you and make your life
better and easier."
"You'll do very well, slut. Let's go home."
The next several months went quickly. I made several female friends at
work. We had lunch together, window shopped and did girl talk. Master
Charles allowed it saying it would round me out as a female. Several times
Master took me to dinner parties. Vanilla very vanilla. There I was
introduced as Amber, his live-in lover. I was always dressed to kill. Most
of the men undressed me with their eyes and all the women would stare at me
with daggers in their eyes. My outfits were always tight, brightly colored
, showing a lot of breast and very sexy. With the small waist formed by my
corset and no bra my movements always threatened to throw my boobs out of
the dress. After the parties, the combination of my hormones and alcohol
made me feel wanton and horny. The sex was better. Interestingly Master
hadn't taken my "cherry". He was saving me for something. At this point
it's frustrating.
Once a month Master Charles meets with a group of local gay men who are in
to S&M. The first time I was taken there was my first month of working at
the office. My dress was a red leather micro mini, camisole top and 5"
black pumps. Around my neck was a collar and each ankle and wrist was
encircled by cuffs. Each was made of stainless steel and required a special
key to unlock. When we got there the other men, taking me at first
appearance got very uncomfortable and made rude comments to Master. Giving
me the impression I should leave. Master Charles ignored those comments,
while I was fidgety and uncomfortable. Master's only response was to order
me to strip. As I slowly stripped, the men's comments became more
belligerent, pointed and louder. Dean from the leather shop walked in as I
turned away from them and pulled my panties down. When I turned back
around, Master and Dean laughed while the other's mouths dropped in shock.
Once Master told my story, everyone was full of questions. The comments,
after the questions were soothing to my bruised feelings.
"She would almost make one want to go straight."
"If you got to have a bitch, that's the way to go." They congratulated
Master on his ingenuity on solving his problem. I spent the rest of the
evening nude serving refreshments to the men. While they fondled my ass and
cock. Reinforcing my Master's pride in me, I managed not to cum. The
comfort levels for both parties increased as the evening went on. As the
evening came to a close, I dressed, very seductively, in front of the men.
That night Master did one of the cruelest things he could have done. He had
me sleep in my own bed and ordered me not to cum. From then on, I went to
this meeting every month. Master had been invited to bring me anytime. In
fact I was given my own membership to the group. There I would always strip
and serve. While I was actively fondled, Master wouldn't allow anymore than
that.
When Master went on business trips, I stayed at the office to keep
everything on track. It was usually quiet. At night I was allowed to sleep
in my bed, but it got so I would sleep on the floor beside Master's bed
because I missed him so. What is happening to me? Jan told him about that
and Master would tease me about it when he got back. One trip I was not
allowed to sleep in my bed. Big deal, you say, I'm not anyway. Well I
wasn't allowed to sleep in Master's room. If I didn't sleep in Jan's room
at her suffrage, I could only sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. All
it did was make me miss him more and more. When Master Charles got home, I
wrapped myself around his legs and through my sobs begged him to make me his
for ever and ever . What was happening to me? As Juan gave him his after
work drink, Master patted me on my head. And with a "We'll see" sent me off
to the den. Other than my sexual service, he ignored me that night.
Finally he took me on a business trip. Master had a 9 day trip to the
Orient scheduled. Leave Friday afternoon and arrive back home Sunday night
a week later. I didn't know was going until the trip pack arrived from the
staff travel office. When I handed the pack to Master Charles, he opened it
and handed me my tickets and my new passport. Needless to say, I was very
excited. So excited in fact, that i didn't read the tickets.
"Tonight you will pack. Girl will help you after she packs for me. We will
leave from the office. You have many surprises in store for you.." That
night Jan had me take a bath while she packed my luggage. A limo took us to
work and would take us to the airport later. That day, I bounced around the
office, I was so happy. Finally I was called into Master's office and told
to calm down or else. I didn't like the sound of that or else.
Finally Four o'clock rolled around and I followed Master into the limo.
During the ride to the airport Master outlined our trip. "We'll spend
tonight at the LA Hemsley. I have some friends meeting us there for a late
night snack. I have a luncheon appointment and a couple of meetings during
the afternoon. That evening we leave on JAL for Tokyo. We'll be there for
two days. Then a day each in Seoul, South Korea, Bangkok, Thailand and
Singapore. From Singapore we fly back top LA on Singapore Air. Arriving
there early Saturday afternoon, I have a couple meetings, then dinner with
another couple. Late Sunday morning we board American Airlines for the trip
home. We are booked first class. I expect you to be very ladylike, but
sexy. I may also have you flirt with men I designate."
By then we arrived at the airport. As we got out, the driver had gotten the
luggage out and had given it to the skycap. It was curbside checked as we
checked-in at the first class counter. Our seat assignments were together
with me sitting on the aisle. Soon we were aboard the airplane and on our
way. After a not so bad airline first class meal, I shudder to think what
the steerage passengers were being fed, and a romantic movie, I fell asleep
with my head on Master's shoulder. During the movie, Master had me flirt
with the businessman sitting across the aisle from me. While I watched the
movie, I would move around causing my skirt hem to rise until the top of my
stocking and garters showed. Then I would smooth my skirt down. I did it
several times until I could see he was very flustered. Then I dropped a pen
on the floor. I slowly bent over to pick it up, giving him full view of my
boobs. Then I smiled at him and then laid my head on Master's shoulder.
Master gave me a pat on the head. On arrival at LAX it was still early, we
were met by another limo. The manager of the Hemsley was waiting for us, as
the limo arrived at the hotel. Handing Master the keys and his messages, he
wished us a good night as the Bell Captain loaded our bags on to a cart.
In the suite, Master had me dress in a slut outfit. When I opened my
suitcase, I found all I had was my sexy, slutty clothing. When I finished
dressing and entered the living room. Master was just putting down the
phone.
"They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Master, all I have is slut clothing."
"I know, I told Girl what to pack. You'll see why. Now go to room XXXX and
knock on the door. Obey who ever answers the door. Now go." As I opened
the door Master had one more comment.
"Oh, I'd be careful. Dressed like that with no ID hotel security will think
you're a street walker doing a trick."
When I knocked on the door, it was opened by a tall ruggedly hansom man.
He was dressed in jeans, a white T shirt and a leather vest. Sitting on the
sofa was a n older distinguished lady dressed in a red leather outfit. She
pointed to the floor at her feet. I knelt at her feet. Upon her command I
stripped. The comments both of them gave boosted my pride of Master's
vision. But their comments about keeping me, putting me to work on the
street and keeping my earnings. That scared me. For the next two hours
they used my mouth for their pleasure, switching off after each orgasm,
driving me on by whipping my ass. Fondling my ass the man said "I would
love to pop this cherry, but your owner said hands off." Finally I was
allowed to dress. As I was leaving the man handed me a sealed envolope with
'Master Charles' written on it.
As I left the room and hurried down the hall to the elevators, Master's
parting comment was on my mind. Just as one of the doors opened, as man
pushed me into it. The doors closed and the elevator started to move. The
man reached over to the control panel and stopped the elevator.
"Where do you think you're going, whore?"
"To my room." showing him my key.
"We don't rent rooms to sluts like you. So where did you steal the key ?"
"I didn't steal it!"
"When I arrest you the cops will believe me. .... Unless.."
"Unless what?"
Patting his crotch "You can convince me that you are telling the truth." He
snaked the fingers of his right hand through my hair. Then using his grip,
pushed me to my knees and pulling my face to his crotch. Even an airhead,
bimbo blonde would know what was wanted. My hands unzipped his fly and
pulled out his appendage. It started to swell from my handling. Soon it
was time. It wasn't as large as Master's, but it was a mouthful. Within a
couple of minutes, it had swelled a little more and the man started to moan
and pump himself in and out of my mouth. Shortly after that I could feel
his scum hit the back of my throat . Upon my finishing licking him clean,
he put it away, zipped up and pulled me to my feet.
"Normally at this point I would arrest you, but since you did such a good
job blowing me I wouldn't. Let's see if you're telling the truth ." The
elevator started to move upward again. And very soon, we were standing at
my room door. The man inserted the key, opening the door. Master was in
the living room (it's a large suite, remember) chatting with two very
attractive ladies. They turned toward the door.
"Yes?"
"This slut said this was her room. And I was checking out her story. Sorry
to bother you, sir."
"Unfortunely, she is with me. You may leave her, Thank you."
Handing me my key the man left. As he closed the door, I rushed to Master
wrapping myself around him and said "Thank you"
"Do you have something for me cunt?" His words were cutting and hurting to
me.
"Yes Master" was my only reply as I handed him the envolope. Opening it he
showed me $200 in twenties.
"They were pleased with your performance, slut. It was done for a reason.
Now let me introduce my friends. This this Clarlene and Barvbra. Ladies
this is Amber." They held out their hands in a manner which told me to kiss
their hands. Just about this time there was a knock on the door. Master
opened the door on room service. The young man rolled the cart into the
center of the room. Not only the lewr in his face, but also the growing
buldge in his pants told us how turned on he was by the three bomb shells in
the room. As the steward left, Master tipped him $20.
I took the time it took Master to handle that chore, to check out the
ladies. Charlene was about 5'7", 115 pounds, D cup, platium blonde. Barbra
was a little shorter, about 5'5", 110 pounds, C cup, red head. They were
very attractive and well dressed. Their behavior was high class finishing
school quality. Men would say they were built like brick shithouses. When
Master Charles got to the cart the 'fun' began.
"Slut it's time to show the girls what you are about. Strip." Doing a bump
and grind, I stripped until only my panties were left. Rubbing my ass
against Charlene, I pulled my panties off. When they saw my front they were
speechless. A few moments later their hands were all over me, especially my
breasts and cock.
"What do you think girls?"
"He is unbelievable."
"Amber is a girl, mentally and with one exception phyically. A lot of
effort and training went into this slut. Lets sit while I tell you about
her. Slut, serve." For the next 45 minutes, Master Charles told Charlene
and Barbra all about me. I spent the time serving the meal. The girls
would carress me as I passed.
"What do you think girls? Will she do?"
"Absolutely. She'll be a surprise package."
"Excellent, I was sure she would be. Slut there are some changes to your
travel plans. You are not continuing on with me. This was planned. If you
do not believe me, check your tickets. You're only ticketed to LA and back
home. I am loaning you to these ladies. They are what is termed lipstick
lesbians. They also have several different enterprises. You may work in a
few of them. It goes without saying that you will obey them as you do me.
They have been informed of my limits for you. It will be good training for
you. After all you enjoyed playing with Girl. It's late. Good night
ladies." Master and I slept in his bed while the girls slept in mine.
Late the next morning, I packed my bags and left with Charlene and Barbra.
But not before I wrapped myself around Master and cried on his chest. The
girls pulled me off and led me away. In the parking garge, I was placed in
the back seat of Charlene's BMW coupe. I cried most of the way. Finally we
pulled into a long driveway in West Hollywood. At the apex of this driveway
was a moderately large house. It belonged to the both of the ladies. I was
led into the house, up the main stairway and into a bedroom. Barbra ordered
me to unpack and put my clothing away. She watched as I did so, inspecting
the clothes. At one point she had me set aside an outfit. Finally she left
and I was allowed to clean up. After my shower, I threw myself on the bed
and started crying. It didn't seem like long before I was pulled up, and
with a hard smack, saw stars. It was Barbra.
"Stop sniviling Slut and get dressed. Downstairs in 15 minutes."
The outfit that had been set aside contained almost enough material to make
two handkerchiefs. A very short black leather skirt and a sheer red bloose.
Red seamed stockings and black 4" pumps. Underneth was a red and black
corset, red bikini panties and a red uplifting bra. As I was finishing up
my makeup, Charlene entered and had me slut up my makeup, as if it wasn't
slutty enough.
When I had finished, the three of us got into Barbra's pink caddy
convertible. And off we went. It took about 20 minutes to drive from
Beverly Hills to our distination in West Hollywood. We pulled up to the
rear of a bar, got out and went inside. Inside I could see the disco lights
and hear the loud disco music. It was a strip bar. The girls lead me into
the office. There I had to sign several papers, without being allowed to
read them. Charlene then told me my new duties.
"Amber, this bar is one of our enterprises. Tonight you will work here
until closing as a stripper. Your tips will be kept for your master. Any
lack of diligence will be punished, immediately and publicly. We cater to
lesbians, but there are some men in the audience. You will be protected by
the two bouncers like any of the other girls. However, since this is a
lesbian bar we do get away with alot more, so expect to get heavily fondled.
Also the female patrons can purchase private dances. If you get selected
expect to eat alot of pussy. Now go see Bambi at the bar and get your whore
ass to work."
At the bar, I found Bambi, a petite girl with long blonde hair. She was
conservatively dressed and her nametag identified her as the manager. She
hugged me, said everything would be alright and took me around, showed me my
duties and introduced me to everyone. Gabby and Erica were the two
bouncers. Although fem looking, they were bigger and meaner than many pro
football players. Tami was the DJ. She told me she already knew what music
to play for me. "Oh boy'. Helen and Bobbi were the bartenders. Bambi
would help them out when it got busy. The dancers would wait tables when
not dancing. That ment that at the end of the night we would really feel
sore. Since I was the sixth one to check in, I was 6 in the dance queqe. I
would dance two dances, then wait tables and do table dances until it was my
turn to dance again. The only exception to this was private dances. It was
still early so the bar was slow. Shortly before my turn to dance came, it
started to pickup. My dance tunes were fast and erotic. Midway through my
first dance I was down to mmy corset, panties and shoes. The corset seemed
to turn everyone on. By the finish of the second dance, I was not only
sweaty but also turned on . I strutted around the floor to collect a few my
tips then put my blouse and skirt back on. The next 90 minutes were spent
serving drinks. My next dance set was the same type of music. Halfway
through my second dance I started to hump the pole in the middle of the
stage and pull on my nipple rings. I was just at the point of cumming and
the music stopped. Tami had stopped the song early, preventing my for
climaxing. Bitch. In frustration and exhaustion, I colapsed to my knees at
the foot of the pole. There was a standing ovation from the audience. Two
of the other dancers helped me from the stage and soon I had caught my
breath. Bambi pushed me out to waitress without my blouse or skirt. As I
waited on my tables, tips were being put into my panties, corset and
stocking tops. My section was in the far corner. This was where the
separatists dykes had staked their claim. By this time I was getting used
to being fondled and didn't think of the ramifications. One of the larger
women was fondling my crotch. When she found my secert. Grabbing it with
her left hand she squeezed causing me to double over. And with a loud "What
the fuck!" she hit me with a right cross. I hit the floor, rolled up into a
ball and starting screaming and crying. About this time the bouncers got
between the two of us. The commontion had stopped everything. Bambi came
up and asked what the problem was. The dyke, who was named Regina (don't
call her Gina) I later learned, said.
"That's a male, a faggot sissy who dresses like a girl. What's it doing in
our bar?"
Charlene and Barbra walked up before Bambi could answer and said they would
explain. By this point I was ignored by everyone. No one seemed to have
any pitty on me . Charlene told everyone my story up to this point and what
I was doing here. When Charlene had finished, many were fasinated with what
Master Charles had done. Saying she wanted to fully inspect me, Regina took
me into one of the private dance rooms. After I stripped completely , she
had me turn around as she inspected me. As I faced her, Regina grabbed my
hormone shrunken cock and balls with her right hand. Squeezeing then she
watched my face with interest. Since I didn't show enough pain to satisfy
her, she pinched my tits with her left hand. When she decided she had
enough fun and now wanted pleasure, she stopped. I was pushed onto my back.
Regina lowered her wet womanhood top my mouth and clamped herself tight to
my mouth. As the lips touched my lips, I started to lick and suck. My
breath got shorter and shorter, until Regina started to rock back and forth
allowing small amounts of air into my lungs. As she climbed to her peak,
her hands wrapped themselves in my hair and tried to pull my head into her
pussy. Until she climaxed. During her climax, her thights clamped my head
in a tight flesh and bone vise. Finishing her climax Regina rolled back
onto my chest allowing me to glup air to fill my lungs. We dressed and
returned to the main floor. Back with her friends Regina announced.
"This bitch has the best mouth I ever had."
Needless to say several other women wanted to try me out and I spent the
next couple hours in the private dance rooms. I danced on stage once more
and then spent the remaining time until closing, shuttling in and out of the
private rooms. Finally 3AM and closing time rolled around. As the other
dancers left, Bambi had me clean up the bar. Picking up glasses, wiping
down the tables and bar, sweeping and moping the floor. When I finished,
Bambi led me into the back office where Charlene was totaling the nights
reciepts. With a wave of her hand Charlene told Bambi to play with me until
she finished. Bambi led me out on to the stage where she threw me onto my
back. She jumped onto my face after she ripped off her skirt and panties.
I quickly put my tongue to work. Bambi rocked back and forth on my face,
her fluid draining into my mouth. Bambi was very vocal, screaming as she
hit climax after climax. Until she screamed her lungs out and colapsed. As
I caught my breath, I became aware of someone clapping. Once Bambi got off
of me, I saw it was Charlene.
"Bravo. That was the best show on that stage yet. I may have you two
repeat it for our customers. What do you think Bambi? Is that slut as good
as advertised?"
"She's has the best tongue I have ever had. She will make a great lesbian
whore. If she were available I'd buy her."
"You would have to get in line to buy her. Come on, Amber. Goodnight,
Bambi."
We went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. Master Charles and I almost
never stayed up this late. About noon, Barbra shook me awake. I cleaned up
and went back into the bedroom to dress. The laid out outfit was similar to
the one I wore the day before, but was more conservative.
"Bitch today you'll work in one of our other enterprises, the outcall
service. It caters to women, mostly lesbians. It is a high class outcall
service, so the women will be rich and powerful. I have several clients
lined up for you. They know all about you." I rode with Barba to an office
building downtown. In a 15th floor office, I was turned over to a 250 pound
black man named Bubba. Bubba took me back to the elevator . In the
basement parking garage, I was put in the back of a Lincoln limo. As he
drove off, Bubba directed my attention to a folder on the seat. The folder
contained information about my first client. Her likes, dislikes, what she
wanted, etc.
At another office building, Bubba let me out of the lime and instructed me
to go to suite 3712. I entered the front door, walked to the elevator. At
the 37th floor, I got out and enterd the designated office suite. At the
receptionist's desk I announced that I had an appointment with Ms.
Claybourne. I was directed into the Senior Vice President's office. My
client pointed to the sofa as I entered and closed the door. I examined the
lady as she walked over to me. She was in her mid to late 40's, 5'5", about
115 pounds, blonde hair and still had a very good figure. At 20 she must of
had to beat men off with a baseball bat. She sat down next to me on the
sofa. She unbuttoned my blouse, causing my breasts to pop free. After
fondling them to make my nipples harder, she started to suck on them. A
couple of minutes afterward, she pushed me to the floor and removed her
slacks and panties. Her pussy was surounded by lots of thick, dark, fine
hair. I put my head into a position it woundn't leave for the next 30
minutes. Soon she was rocking and humping and moaning. Finally she pushed
my face away.
"Strip. Barbra told me a fantastic story about you. From what I see here
it can't be true. You are more feminine than even some of Barbra 's girls."
Her tone changed as I finally pulled my panties off.
"Unbelieveable. I see it, but I still can't believe it. Except for that,
everything about you is utterly female. Get dressed and give this envelope
to Barbra. And this is for you." She gave me an envelope, a hundred dollar
bill and a pat on the ass as I left.
Back in the limo, Bubba pointed out another folder. My next client was
another business woman. It was almost an identical repeat of my first
client. Except she was the owner and president of her company. She wasn't
nearly as beatitful as the first. She was older about 50 or so with some
gray hair mixed in with her black hair. And then I was back in the limo on
my way to my third client. Bubba drove past the guard at the main gate of a
movie studio. On a back lot, Bubba stopped at a large RV and opened my
door. I got out and slinked up to the RV door which had a large star on it.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me. My knock was answered by a very well
known actor. He was tall, dark and hansome and known as a lady killer. He
told me he knew all about me and gave me a very public kiss, while we were
on the steps. He led me inside and we got down to business. Or I should
say I got down. The actor was gay and was very much in the closet. There
were romours, but our little public display would quiet them down some.
While I relieved some of his pressure, he talked.
"I love what he has done. It would solve many of my problems. Unfortunely,
I can't do what your master has done. Maybe I'll offer to buy you. would
you like to be my live-in lover? Maybe I'll marry you. I'll even make you
an actress." After swallowing a couple of loaads of his cum and some more
talk, I left. The actor handed me two envelopes as well as a 100 dollar
tip. On the steps he kissed me again. While he was doing that, I saw some
camera flashes. The scandle sheets were at work.
Bubba drove off the lot. It was just after 6PM. I was driven to a large
house in Beverly Hills. The maid led me into the living room. It was a all
girl dinner party and I was the entertainment. For the next three hours I
ate every pussy and tit put in my face. My ass was whipped by everyone who
had a desire. As I left I was handed another envelope and each of the 12
women pushed a 20 dollar bill down my corset.
Soon we were at my next client. It was another Beverly Hills mansion. A
upper class middle aged lady in a slit dress answered my ring. In the
living room, we chatted for a few minutes while we sipped white wine. She
then laid back on the sofa and spread her legs. I started to kiss her feet
and worked my way up her legs. Soon my tongue was at her fur covered
treasure trove. She started to purr and carress my head. Her tempo started
to increase slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her climax was
anticlimatic, ending with a whimper. After cleaning up, I was shown the
door, handed an envelope and quickly turned over to Bubba. Another short
limo ride was my last client for the night. This one was a Beverly Hills
couple. Without any paliminaries, I was stripped and inspected. I knelt
before the man and started to suck him off. The woman fondled and squeezed
my cock and balls. When he finished, I serviced the woman while the man
whipped my ass with a rubber cat of nine tails. I serviced them each twice
more, with the same pattern. Finally I was allowed to dress. At the door,
I again was turned over to Bubba along with an envelope. It was just after
midnight and Bubba drove me home. In the den, I was turned over to Barbra
along with 7 envelopes. She dismissed Bubba and held her hand out to me
palm up. I dug into my corset and pulled out all my tips and handed them
over. 540 dollars in tips and 6000 dollars in fees. A good day's work if I
do say so myself. It was all put in a large envelope as well as the
envelope address to Master Charles and placed in the wall safe. I cleaned
up, ate a small salad and only in my corset and heels, I knelt before Barbra
an d paid homage to her center of power. Finally After her last girl had
called in, Barbra took me to her bedroom. I spent that night wrapped in her
arms.
Just before 10AM, I was awakened by Barbra. In my room, I cleaned up and
dressed as required. Charlene came for me. The additional accessories
explained the plain drab dress I was wearing. I was now a domestic in one
of their other enterprises, 'Rent a Maid'. This company was unique because
it had two divisions. The standard operations that I was in and a special
operation where the girls were dressed in satin uniforms and performed
special services ( sex) for the clients. Until 6PM, I cleaned 7 apartments
and two houses. At 6PM I changed int o a drab jumpsuit and flats and spent
the nexst 6 hours cleaning offices. When I was done, I was taken home and
cleaned up. In Charlene's office, I knelt before her in my corset and heels
and spent the next two hours licking her slit. When she was ready, I was
led to her room where we spent the night in each other's arms.
During breakfast late the next morning, Barbra and Charlene told me more
about their companies.
"The enterprises you worked in yesterday also has a special department. The
girls there do much more than windows. Since most of the clients are
straight men, you were not put there. Another company runs a string of
hookers and for the same reason, you weren't put there. If you had a
choice, what company would you like to work in?"
"I know that I'll work wherever you desire to put me. But if I had a choice
I cannot decide between dancing at the club and doing lesbian outcalls. The
hours are better and I'm allowed to eat more at the club. But the money is
alot better on outcalls."
"We have decided that you'll work tonight at the club. And alternate
between there and outcall. Until Master Charles returns." And so it went
until the night before Master returned. Late Friday afternoon, instead of
doing outcall service, Charlene drove me to another dance club. By the
looks of the outside, it was definately a titty bar. When we arrived there,
Charlene led me into the back office. I was introduced to Bob, the owner.
He looked me over, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Charlene, you're bullshitting me. She's better looking than many of my
girls. Prove it. Strip, bitch." I looked at Charlene, who nodded, and
started to strip. Bob's disbelief became more evident until I got to my
panties. When I pulled them off, Bob's jaw hit the floor.
"A bitch with a dick. It's not much of one, but I would call it a dick.
Charlene, this is unbelieveable. My customers will be upset if they find
out it's a male dancer."
"She's not male. Except for that little appendage she is phyically and
mentally female. Even the separatists at my club accept her as a female.
You will properly protect her and she is only allowed to do blowjobs."
" I've got three of the best bouncers in town so she'll be protected. The
vice cops watch me very close so there will be no sex here. However, once
in awhile a good customer will see a girl who takes his fancy and will
purchase some of her time from me. Slut, see Don at the Bar and do as he
tells you."
I quickly dressed and went to the bar. Don was a middle aged man with a pot
belly. The top of his head was bald. The rest of his hair was starting to
gray. He showed me around and introduced the bouncers and DJ. In the
dressing room Don waited until the other dancer left. Then he grabbed a
fistful of my hair, pushed me to my knees and pulled my face to his crotch.
Unzipping his jeans, his love pole popped out, hitting me on the nose. It
wasn't big but it wasn't microscopic either. Almost. Shoving it into my
mouth, he started pumping away. It wasn't long before he fed me his version
of a low fat, high protein snack. The clappingas I licked Don clean told me
we weren't alone.
"Bob, I told you she was a slut. I really should put her to work on
Hollywood Blvd. She'd make a good streetwalker. Maybe after work, I will."
"You know Charlene, I think she'll do alright here. You might consider
putting her out to work the streets when she loses her enthuesam. Both of
you get your asses to work."
It was much like Charlene and Barbra's club. Except it was full of men.
The men were more vocal and much more touchy feely than the women. Women
then to respect other's space more. The men tended to put the tips in my
panties, where the women tended toward putting them in my corset. After the
closing at 3AM, one customer remained. Bob and Charlene came from the
office, talked for a couple of minutes and then motioned me over. Bob
introduced me to 'John' and told me to take him to the dressing room.
Once we got there, John pushed my back to the wall and started kissing and
mauling me. I was starting to lose it. This week was overloading me. To
maintain what little balance I had left, I slipped to my knees and proceeded
to give John the best blowjob ever. In and out until his tallywacker
couldn't stay erect anymore. It slipped out of my mouth and John put it
away as he pulled me to my feet. Then I got a surprise.
"Honey, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in 15 years as a vice cop."
OH my God!
"I should run you in so the whole station can have a crack at you. But I
won't. You were my payoff. When you start working the streets, let me
know. Maybe I can help you when you get busted. For a price, of course. I
wouldn't start tonight though. There is a heavy crackdown this weekend.
Bye bitch."
With a slap on the ass, John walked outh the door. Charlene came in and
quickly hustled me to her car. And off we went. She drove down Hollywood
Blvd. Near Vine Street, she pulled over and stopped .
"Here's your purse. Now John told me this area is fairly safe from the
police. If you get busted my number is in your purse. I'll pick you up
about dawn, right here. You know what to charge and do only blowjobs. Now
get your whore ass to work."
It started slowly. The word was out that the cops were working hookers hard
that night. Being a little older, white and very good looking, the johns
thought I was an undercover vice cop. Finally an older man drove up in a
jaguar. He asked if I was a party girl. When I said yes, we negociated
price. He pulled into an empty parking lot where we got down to business.
I got paid. That's the first rule you learn in this business, get the money
up front. Twenty minutes later, I was on the corner again. It was pretty
steady, about 20 minutes per john until about 6 AM. It was just before sunup
and this was going to be my last john. As I sat in his car, we negociated
price. I broke rule number two, never get in the car until you're ready to
take the john's money.
"You're under arrest, Bitch. For soliceting for prositition." He slapped
the cuffs on me, read me my rights and put me in the back of his car . At
the station, I was booked and processed. I was not allowed to make a phone
call. For the next two hours, I was confined to an interogation room. A
steady stream of cops visited me. They all got what they wanted, the men a
blowjob and the women (yes, even some women cops used me) used my mouth.
Just after 8 AM Detective Jon walked into the room.
"Did you enjoy your visit here? You're being released to Charlene without
charges. It seems the officer didn't properly marandize you. Because I
like you and just between the two of us, it was a setup. Charlene arranged
this bust for you. How about a little good bye blow job.?" When I finished
blowing him, John took me out to the back of the station. I got into
Charlene's waiting car and we left. At home, I cleaned up and went to bed.
Mid afternoon, I awake when I couldn't roll over. I was tied spread eagle
on the bed. Barbra and Charlene each took turns mounting my face until
neither of them could stand. They released me and sent me off to clean up.
A light lunch followed by a trip to the beauty palor. Which was preceded by
my dressing somewhat slutty. From the beauty shop, the three of us drove to
LAX airport. Just outside customs, we waited until Master Charles came out.
I ran to him, hugged and kissed him and cried with joy. My Master was back
and he would protect me. Barbra drove to the Hemsley Hotel, where Master
Charles turn his bags over to the Bell Captain, checked in and went to his
room. He cleaned up while we waited. Then we drove to the house. The
girls had a dinner prepared. While we ate, Barbra and Charlene told Master
all about my adventures. Each grusome detail. Sometimes he would laugh,
other times he would look at me with a scowl. In the den after dinner, the
girls gave him the envelopes of my earnings and tips. He also got the two
offers for me. He called both men and talked a considerable time with them.
While he put the phone down, I rushed to Master Charles, knelt at his feet
and wrapped myself around his legs.
"Please don't sell me Master. I love you. I want to be your slave
forever." I cried.
"There, there, little one. I spent too much time and effort on you to sell
you. I will help them recruit and train someone like you. What the girls
have told me about your adventures here, pleases me. It also distresses me.
You have become more female than I could image possible. When we get home,
I am moving my timetable up. You did very well financially. This money
will be put in a trust fund for you. Now get your things and lets get back
to the hotel."
But we didn't go straight back to the hotel. We first went to the club,
where I danced a couple of sets and Master was introduced as my creator and
Master. I don't know who was more warmly received, him or me. We finally
got back to our suite around midnight. I fell asleep in Master's arms
contented that everything was now right in my world.
The next morning found us in the first class section of an east bound
airliner bound for home. By early afternoon, we were home and unpacked. I
found Jan in her room. I hugged and kissed her and thank her for packing my
bags. Afer dinner, Master and I had a short talk.
"Slut, don't talk about your trip much. Just say it was fun and you met
lots of people. With what my company is into, everyone will understand.
>From now on unless I tell you different, you will sleep in my bed. Up to
now, you have waited until I told you where to sleep. Now you will kneel by
my bed until I get in and climb in after me. If I am not there by midnight,
you will climb in and wait for me. I will tell you after dinner, if you are
to sleep in your bed or on the floor next to my bed."
We spent until 10 AM in the den. Thenhe sent me to bed. About 1130 he
entered his room to find me kneeling by his bed. Ten minutes later found us
both in bed, cuddled up.
The next couple of days at work, everyone wanted to know about my trip. I
kept the answers simple, short and ended them with 'I realy can't talk about
much' and ' I was kept very busy." It seemed to satisfy everyone. Even
Master Charles was happy with my answers.
The next few months settled into a regular routine. Finally in June, Master
took me along on a business trip to Southern California. Out Thursday
night, back on Friday afternoon. At least that was the plan I was told.
After we had finished our business in Santa Monica, Master Charles drove the
rent car to a small town on the coast about an hour and a half north of LA.
We spent the night at a seashore inn. The next morning we drove to a little
wedding chapel in the hills. It was picturesque and beautiful. Waiting for
us were Barbra, Charlene and the actor who offered to buy me. Barbra handed
Master Charles some papers which he signed, then had me s ign. He wouldn't
let me read the papers though. We enterd the chapel. The girls stayed in
the rear with me, while Master Charles and the actor went to the front to
talk with the Justice of the Peace. Barbra pulled me into the ladies room
and handed me a white dress. It was a short, lacy, low cut, sexy wedding
dress. Charlene put a veil over my head and handed me my bouguite. Just as
we stepped out of the ladies room the wedding march began. Barbra took my
arm and escorted me down the aisle while Charlene followed as my maid of
honor. As I walked, many thoughts went through my mind. What was going on?
Was I marrying Master Charles? If not, did he sell me to the actor? Is it
even a legal wedding?
When I got to the front, Master Charles took my arm from Barbra and led me
to a spot in front of the JP. The actor stood to the right and behind
Master, while Charlene and Barbra took their place behind and to the left of
me. The music stopped and the JP began.
"We are gathered here to join Charles and Amber in matromony. Do you
Charles take Amber as your legally wedded wife? To have and to hold from
this day forth. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. Till
death do you part?"
"I do"
"Do you Amber take Charles as your legally wedded husband? To have and to
hold. To love, honor and obey. From this day forth. In sickness and in
health. For better or for worse. Till death do you part?"
"I do"
"By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you
man and wife. You may know kiss the bride."
It was a short ceromony. After we kissed, all of us went back to the inn
for a reception. It was over before noon. Charlene caught the bougutie.
>From there, Master Charles and I drove back to LA. We got to the girls'
house about 5 PM. In my old room, I changed in to a white leather dress that
was laying on the bed. As I walked down the stairs, I was met by John the
cop and escorted to the back patio. When we got to the door, the wedding
march started. What is going on? There was a good crowd standing on the
patio with a wide path down the middle. Everyone was dressed in leather.
Almost half wore collars.
Standing at the end of the path was Regina. She was wearing a black leather
catsuit, cut tight. It was devastating. Before her and to the right was
Master Charles and the actor. John escorted me to Master Charles while
Barbra and Charlene followed. As I walked down the path I saw many people
that I knew from my time with Barbra and Charlene, including most of the
separatists from the club, Bambi, Tami and even Bob. John turned me over to
Master Charles. When we stepped before Regina, the music stopped, everyone
stopped talking and Regina began to speak.
"Friends we are gathered here to witness the bonding of Master Charles and
his slave Amber. Maqny of us know Amber and know her special attributes.
Some of us know Master Charles and Amber's special love for him. Let us
begin."
"Charles do you take Amber as your lawful slave and property to have and to
use as you see fit from this time forth?"
"I do"
"Do you Amber take Master Charles as your lawful Master, to love, honor and
obey as he sees fit from this time forth?"
"I do"
"Amber, do you accept this collar as a symbol of your submissiveness and
being to Master Charles?"
"I do"
"Charles, do you accept Amber's submissiveness as a symbol of your ownership
of her phyical and mental being?"
"I do"
"By the power of the Goddess, I now pronounce you Master and Slave. You may
now fuck the bitch. Let your friends witness the deflowering of a new slave
bitch."
Barbra and Charlene then grabbed my arms, while Master removed my dress. I
was then moved over behind a heavy wooden chair. The girls bent me over the
chair and tied me down over the back. Master Charles ripped my panties off
and spanked my ass until it was cherry red. Master stood before me and
removed the cod piece of his outfit. Barbra took his manhood in her hand
and pumped it to its fullness. Then she applied KY Jelly heavily to it. In
the meantime, Charlene was applying KY Jelly to my ass and working it in to
lube me fully. Master stepped behind me as Charlene moved away. He teased
my asshole just before he slammed in. I screamed with pain. Master kept
his penis fully in me until my body started to accept its fullness. Then he
began to slowly pump in and out. As it began to swell just before it
climaxed, Master Charles started to speed up and slam into me like a
piledriver. One final time Master slammed into me. He held on to my waist
holding his pussy pole in me. I could feel his juice spew out of him and
into me. Within moments, we both relaxed and Master pulled himself from me.
Charlene wiped him clean as Barbra cleaned me.Both girls hugged me tight and
told me I was now totally a woman. A leash was snapped to my new collar and
the other end was handed to Master Charles. He led me inside the the
applase of the guests. We led the procession to the dining room which was
laid out as a buffet for the reception.
During the reception, I held Master's plate. I was not allowed a plate, I
was fed by hand from Master's plate. I was led around the house while
Master talked with each guest. All the submissives hugged and kissed me.
Every dominant woman ther did also. Many dominant men hugged me. After she
had hugged and kissed, Regina turned to Master and said.
"She's the best slut I've ever had. Anytime you're tired of her or want
separate vacations, let me know. I will put her to good use."
"Thank you for the offer Regina. I'll keep it in mind, but Barbara and
Charlene have offered to put her to work in their outcall service. And my
best man has offered to put her in the movies."
With all that went on this day and the late hour, I was getting overloaded.
I needed to regain my balance. So, I knelt beside Master and laid my head
against his leg. He patted my head and I looked up at him. When he looked
at me I said.
"Please Master."
"I understand, Amber. Friends, it looks like I've got a horny little girl
that needs to be satisfied. From the both of us, Thank you. for coming and
for making this a special for us. Please continue to enjoy yourselves. And
Good night! Come on slut." With a tug on my leash, Master led me up the
stairs and into Charlene's room. He sat on the bed and I knelt before him,
between his legs. He carressed my head as I looked deep in his eyes.
"Girl, I know you have many questions. I have not answered them for a
reason. It is now time to answer them. First, it is a legal wedding .
California recognizes gay weddings. Also all your papers say female. The
papers you signed at the chapel included not only the marriage licence, but
also a pre-nuptual agreement and your slave contract. When we get home we
will announce our wedding and you will give your two week notice. Since it
wouldn't be proper for you to work in my office you will become the proper
upperclass housewife. Juan, the houseboy will be given notice and a good
reference. Since you will be home all day. You will perform the duties of
a proper wife and homemaker. Girl will stay on as the maid and cook. I
have found some possible candidates for our two friends who are seeking
someone like you. I will control your time and movements, more so than I
have in the past. Charlene has given us this room for our wedding night.
Now let us enjoy the rest of our lives."
My wedding night was more beautiful than I had ever imagined or fantasied.
Barbra and Charlene served us breakfast in bed the next morning. Sex was
better than I ever imagined as a male. The girls commented that I glowed
the next morning. Just before 1 PM, I hugged Barbra, Charlene and Regina
and boarded the airliner with my Master. This trip was different in that I
was dressed relatively conservatively and wasn't required to flirt or tease
the male passengers. I spent almost the whole trip snuggled up against
Master Charles. When we got home, Jan hugged and kissed me with joy when
she saw my glow and the ring on my finger. That evening, Master gave Juan
his notice, a good recomendation and a job referral.
On Monday morning, I offically gave notice. I worked Monday while Master
interviewed potential employees and Tuesday I trained my replacement. All
my friends at work ouuu'ed and ahhhh'ed my ring and my marrying the boss.
During lunch Tuesday, the girls at work gave me my wedding shower. A little
late but a lot of fun. Master even laughed when he saw some of my gifts. A
couple of filmy nighties, a jar of vasaline, etc. He asked if I thought I
would ever get to use them.
Wednesday morning, I fed Master his breakfast, saw him to the door, knelt
before him and kissed him good bye on his crotch. After he left, I spent
most of the day working with Juan, getting up to speed doing his job and
learning to cook with Jan. The next two weeks were spent in the same
fashion.
After Juan final day, I did some of his job and part of Jan's. But for all
intents and purposes, I was under Jan's control and spent the day nude
except for my corset , panties, stockings and heels. From this point on,
only something special would see me wearing normal clothing and without my
stainless steel collar. At bedtime, I would lock a chain to my collar.
This chain was attached to Master's bed. My bed was now rgw floor beside
Master's bed. If he wanted my use, all he had to do was pull my head where
it was needed.
For the next several months, I saw what I went through. Cunt (the boy) was
used by Master Charles and Jan in every way. I felt hurt. Master wasn't
using me as very much. Less than when I was a new slut. I was sleeping
more in my own bed, such as it was. I was getting almost no sexual
satisfaction. I know, as a female slave I have no right to expect sexual
satisfaction. But damn it, I was getting a lot more before my first trip to
California. Cunt wasn't allowed to know everything about me. (S)he thought
I was fully female. Cunt served me some, but very little. Mostly back rubs
and the like.
Eight months after Master started her training, cunt, aka Margret was as
female as she was going to get. It was time to deliver. Cunt still thought
I was a real female. Master had business matters keeping him in town for
another two weeks, so I took Margret to LA. We both dresses slutty, her more
so than me. After all I am a married woman. We boarded the airliner, coach
this time. The meal was as bad as I imagined. Per Master's instructions, I
had Margret flirt with and tease the men. By the time we arrived in LA,
Margret had gotten several offers and three drinks. Barbra and Charlene met
us and took us home, after many huggs and kisses. Once there, I was taken
to my old room and Margret was put in the room next to mine. I unpacked and
then opened an envelope Charlene handed me.
'Slut,
For the next month, while I seek a new candidate for transformation, you
will work for the girls. I know the last several months have left you
frustrated, so I think that a month of outcall will mellow you out. As far
as the money is concerned,it will be the same deal as last time. The money
will be put in a trust fund for you. The girls have suggested the early
shift dancing at the club and the late shift on outcall. When the month is
over, I will be there to transfer cunt to her new owner. You will not tell
her that. Then you and I will go home. Enjoy your vacation.
Master Charles'
We had a late lunch and then the girls took us to the club. Once there, I
went around to say hello to my friends while Margret was told the new facts
of life and given the tour. Regina was there early, she hugged me and
invited me to sit with her. I had to decline, explaining that Master had
given me to the girls for a month, and I was expected to work. I also told
her that Margret was like myself and that Regina should try her out. Regina
told me to go on and get to work, she would play with me later and maybe she
would try the cunt out. In the dressing room, I saw the girls whipping
Margret. While I changed, I asked them what the problem was. Barbara told
me that Margret was refusing to believe Master's instructions and refusing
to work . I strutted up to Margret, grabbed a handful of her hair and
pulled her face up to mine.
"Cunt, don't expect any mercy from me. You have been lording Master's
bedding of you over me for the last three months. I worked here last year
and I'm working here again. Because Master ordered it. Now he wants you to
work here and you will. And if you think the girls are bad, there are some
dykes here that make the girls look like angels of mercy. And these dykes
hate men, especially sissy boys. And after they're done with you, I'll put
you through all kinds of hell for the shit you've done to me. And on top of
that I'll convince Master to sell you. Now get dressed, get your whore ass
to work, obey and smile."
With that I spat in her face and slapped her. As I left to start my sets, I
saw her quickly dressing. While I was waiting tables, she danced her first
set. She was timid, slow and boring. She was BAD. As she finished her
second dance, Regina jumped onto the stage and dragged her off kicking and
screaming.
"Cunt everyone here knows who and what you are and why you are here. You
exist to serve and entertain your betters. Since you can't dance we're
going upstairs and find out what you can do. And I better be entertained."
Regina dragged Margret upstairs. She still hadn't come down when it was
time for me to leave to work outcall. That was schedule for the week. So I
didn't see Margret until the weekend.
When I got up Saturday morning, I found Margret scrubbing the hall floor on
her hands and knees. When she saw me, she crawled over to me, wrapped
herself around my legs and cried her heart out. It seemed that Regina was
unhappy with her performance that first day and whipped her on stage to
everyones surprise and enjoyment. The girls then put her to work in their
regular maid service during the day and keeping her in the dungeon at night.
She looked like hell warmed over. But knowing the girls, I pushed her away
with a warning.
"Get your lazy ass back to work. After all your shit, don't expect any
mercy from me. If you want to get out of this, you better be pleasing to
everyone. You brought this on yourself."
As I turned to return to my room, I saw Charlene watching me. When she
caught my eye, she smiled and nodded at me. I didn't work at the club on
this weekend so I worked outcall all day until early Monday morning.
Monday afternoon, I was at the club dancing. While there, I saw Margret in
rags mopping the floor. When Regina entered, Margret rushed to her and
begged her forgiveness and to teach her to be a better girl. With a we'll
see, Regina put on a strap-on dildo over her jeans and sat on the edge of
the stage. She beckon Margret over to her and pointed to the dildo. With
tears in her eyes, Margret knelt before Regina and started to take the
plastic cock in her mouth. Everything stopped. Everyone was watching
Margret's humiliation and devestation. Finally Regina pushed Margret off
and pulled her up the stairs. About an hour later, they came down and tami
took Margret out back. Soon she was on stage dancing. Not great, but much
better than the first time. By the time I had to leave, she was beginning
to fit in. The next day, the customers were beginning to line up to use
her. I didn't see any more of her until Saturday morning. At breakfast,
Barbra told us we were leased for the weekend to an adult movie producer.
Bubba drove us to a warehouse in East LA after we finished eating and
changing. Once there, he turned us over to a large man named Leo, along
with our overnight bags. Inside Leo introduced us to Paul the director of
the film.
With a call "Makeup", a girl came over, stripped us and then redid our
makeup. Our new costumes consisted of light blue panties for Margret and
black panties and a red corset for me. The set was a fake bedroom. It was
sparcely furnished having bare walls, a chest of drawers and a large, heavy
poster bed. Margret was tied spread eagle to the posts at the foot of the
bed, facing inward. Her part was to act naturely. My part was a little
deeper. I was to whip Margret with a cat of nine tails until she was
screaming, her ass and back were whelted and her panties were shredded.
With the call "Action" I began. I started slowly and gradually increased
the speed and force of my strokes. Soon she was crying. Her skin was
slowly getting red.
"Did you think I would let you get away with that shit? Well did you cunt?
Well I'm not putting up with it any more. I'm going to beat you until you
understand who's number one here. You're going to be one massive sore spot.
A bleeding mess. And don't think your crying and carrying on will mke me go
easier on you. Cause it wouldn't."
Her back was scarlet by now.whelts were starting to appear. Margret was
starting to scream, when her panties were beginning to tear. Shortly her
panties were tatters. Her screams were becoming louder and longer. Finally
with one last gut wrenching scream, she collapsed. I moved up to Margret,
inspecting my work and felt the marks and heat with my hand. With a smile
on my lips, my comment was "Excellent". At that point "Cut" finished the
scene. The film was completely filmed over the weekend. It was a SM/BD
film with me as Mistress (that was a stretch) and Margret as the new
slave.Though the film was mostly filled with tor ture, bondage, abuse,
humiliation and the like, ther were a couple of scence where I had Margret
service men sexually. By early Monday morning it was finished and Leo
turned us back over to Bubba along with an envelope. Once home, after we
cleaned up, we went straight to bed. We had gotten only about two hours of
sleep a night on the movie.
The third week saw no change on my scheduled. But Margret alternated
between dancing and outcall. Thursday we did a double. Bubba drove us on
to a movies lot and stopped at a trailer on one of the back lots. as soon
as I saw the trailer, I knew who we were seeing. The actor met us at the
door as we approached and gave me a very warm hug and kiss. It was very
public. Margret also got hugged and kissed publicly. Inside we got down to
business. Two hours later as we were leaving, the actor asked if Master
Charles might be interested in selling Margret. Playing along, I told him I
didn't know but I would ask him and pass his offer on. In passing, I also
told him I would push to get her sold off because I was tired of playing
second fiddle to the cunt.
The third weekend was spent with Regina. I selpt in her arms every night.
Margret was given to Regina's roommate at night. Linda is a large woman,
about 165 pounds and loved to take the top position. She was a lot bigger
than Margret. Margret didn't get much sleep. During the day Margret was
used and abused by Regina, Linda, a score of Regina's friends and myself. I
was treated like one of them and consoled on what that little home wreaker
Margret had done to me. It was fun being part of an all girl party.
Monday was the start of the same old grind for me. While Margret did a
repeat of the previous week. However Friday, we both were taken to Bob's
club. by Charlene. Since I had been here before, I knew the drill.
Margret, once she found out about the clientiel, was terrified. I don't
blame her. But by now, no one would believe that she was a male. That part
of her was completely gone. What Master Charles didn't drive out, the girls
eliminated. We did our sets until it was time for me to work outcall. In
Bob's office, Charlene had me blow Bob and Don, then turned me over to
Bubba. When I saw Margret next, it was early morning at the house. Bubba
had just dropped me off and Charlene drove up behind me. Margret had worked
until 4 AM and then Charlene had her suck off every employee, male and
female.
Late Saturday morning, Barbra and I picked Master up at LA International
Airport. Boy was I happy tp see him and it showed. We drove to a small
Italian restruant and had a quiet lunch. From ther we drove to a small
house in the Valley. There we were met by Charlene and Margret. Us girls
took Margret into the ladies room and helped her change into a lovely white
dress. When we came out Master Charles was waiting with the actor. The
actor handed Master an envelope and recieved a legal document in return.
"Cunt, I have sold you to this man. When I started training you it was with
this man in mind. You belong to him completely."
Master then held out his arm to Margret, who took hold of it. Then they
walked to the living room. The girls and I followed as the wedding march
played. Waiting for us there was the actor and a justice of the peace. The
wedding ceromony was short. We had a short reception and the JP left.
About an hour later, Regina and several other people arrived. The actor and
Margret had their bonding ceromony . Upon finishing, the actor took
Margret's cherry to eve ryone's delight. Well almost everyone. Margret
wasn't too happy about it.
Master and I spent the night at the girls' house and flew back home late the
next morning. First class, thank you. The next week was quiet until Master
found the second candidate. He was small like Margret, but of Italian
descent so he had an oval face and olive complexion. By the time Master was
finished, Gina was an Italian bombshell. Master spent more time on
psychology so Gina accepted her station much better than Margret.
Before I knew it, it was time for our annual jaunt to LA. Gina and I flew
there coach and spent a month working for the girls. For me it was almost a
repeat of the year before. Except I made two movies instead of one. The
first was with Gina over the first weekend. We had the same director, crew
and set. I was dom and Gina sub. My second movie was done the next
weekend. It was a TV SM movie. I was sub and a male and female were dom.
That weekend, I was whipped and fucked out of my mind. In fact, I could't
work Monday. The girls let me visit Margret one day. She was happy and
accepted her lot in life. The actor was a gentle master. He was really
only interested in a lover that was acceptable to the public.
Finally when the month was over, Master arrived in LA to transfer ownership
of Gina to the bank president. Money and legal documents changed hands,
there was a wedding and a bonding ceromony and Gina call a new man Master.
Sunday afternoon saw us home in the den. Master was in his favorite chair
and I was kneeling before him awaiting his command.
"Slut it's time we had a talk. We both have been busy. First with Margret
and the Gina. Now it has quieted down, we can relax a little. I have
ignoried you some as I have trained the girls. It hurt you, I know. They
are the only transformations I will do. I have been thinking it's time for
you to have children. One definately, two maybe. I know you can't
physically have children. And publicly you are not barren. So to fix that
a ballon will be implanted in your tummy and slowly filled with water.
Until you show and go full term. We will not offically adopt. I have a
young runaway downstairs in the dungeon. I caught her breaking into the
garage. I gave her a choice. The cops and jail or become one of my special
employees. She took the latter. Girl and I have broken her until she
became a willing, wanton fucking machine. In about 6 months, sperm from you
and me will be used to impregnate her. When she delivers so will you. All
the documents will show the children as yours. After the delivery, she will
become the nanny and take care of the children. When you are not busy
serving me you will care for the children with her assistance. She will be
subordinate to you. Later she will become your lady's maid. As for the
children, I accept them as ours. I accept the responsibility for them. I
will be daddy, but I will not do anything that upsets my lifestyle. No
diapers, feeding, early mornings, illness, etc. I will take all the joys of
fatherhood, but none of the problems. You and bitch will deal with those.
While Girl is responsible for serving me, she will be available to assist
you. You will be a total woman, then." With that we had dinner.
After dinner, Master took me downstairs and introduced me to Bitch. We
found her laying, curled up in the corner of one of the basement cells.
When Master opened the cell door, she crawled on all fours to his feet. She
kissed his shoes and begged for mercy.
"Well Bitch, are you ready to serve and obey?"
"Yes Master"
Master Charles ordered her to stand. As sher stood up, I saw her completely
for the first time. Dispite the fact she was filthy dirty, she was
beatiful. She was a mirrior image of Lucy on the TV show 'Dallas'. Long,
blonde, wavey hair, baby fat and pneumatic. Except for a few whelts on her
ass, her skin was unmarked in any way.
"Bitch, meet your Mistress. Cunt is my wife, therefor she is your Mistress.
You will obey her a you do me. She calls me Master because she is also my
slave. She is the number one slave in this house. You two will be working
very closely together from now on."
For the next few months, Master, Jan and I worked on her training. Bitch
(who we also called Lucy). Finally a doctor, who was a good friend of
Master Charles (he had done my surgery) took sperm samples from Master and
myself. Upon mixing them, he then impregnated Lucy. The following week,
upon conformation that Lucy was indeed pregnant, I had a ballon implanted in
my tummy. For the next nine months, Lucy was weighted every other day. Her
weight gain was computed and an equal amount of weight was added to my
tummy. The last couple months, we both were huge. The doctor comfirmed
that Lucy was carrying t wins. A boy and a girl. It was a tough pregnatcy
for Lucy. After delivery , Master was passing out cigars left and right
like any proud father. But true to his word, he left all the dirty details
to Lucy and me.
It has been three years since then. The children have become less work, but
they are still a lot of work. They accept me as their mother and Master as
daddy. Lucy is accepted as nanny. Master Charles relishes his role as
daddy and is very proud of his children. A DNA test after their birth
showed that the boy is a product of Master's sperm and the girl a product of
mine. I sleep in Master's bed almost every night since after the twins
first birthday. Master is happy with his two children, though he has said
that he will not impregnate Lucy again. I am writting this as I sit in the
children's nursery while they nap. Master Charles has ordered me to write
this story in my own words. Overall I am happy with my life now. What do I
miss? I don't miss anything about my life before I met Master. However I
do miss the girls and working in their club and working outcall. Those
thing really got my motor running. What's in the future? I really don't
know. Master Charles has told me to expect to live out my days as an upper
class suburban wife and mother. Master allows me to visit the neighbors and
be on committees. I suspect that He has made arrangements for me for when
He dies. I don't know what they are and have no clues to what they may be.
FIN
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