From france@france.net Sun Feb 09 22:32:21 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A whoring we will go 1/1 (For Brian Convery)
From: france@france.net (Voltaire)
Date: Mon, 10 Feb 1997 03:32:21 GMT

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            A WHORING WE WILL GO!

              CHAPTER ONE A LONG JOURNEY STARTS...

It was a long drive, but one that was necessary. Once a year, my wife
and I take a long road trip to
visit my family for Christmas. My wife Claire hates it, but
understands the necessity.

I tend to be bad at planning trips, so Claire made all of the
arrangements herself. We were going to
make a few side trips to visit friends of hers from college. I didn't
think much of it when she
announced that whe was stopping in the next city to visit a close
friend of hers. I was soon to
discover just how close they really are, and what she had in mind for
me!

We actually drove into a small suburban neighborhood, upper middle
class yet established and
spacious, with houses on fairly large lots. I would later come to
discover that the privacy this
afforded was one of the reasons the woman I was about to meet lived
there.

We drove up to one of the more secluded homes, and Claire pulled in.
We were soon greeted at
the door by a very tall, blond woman who was very sexy in a black
cotton minidress and four inch
heels. Something seemed different about her, though, something
undefineable... 

"Come on in. Terry is waiting for you inside." she said to Claire, an
amused tone to her voice. We
entered and she shut and locked the door.

"You don't look like what I expected. I expected you to be dressed
head to toe in leather or
something!"

"Typical dominatrix uniform, right? Well, that really isn't called for
with what we have planned, and
this is more comfortable. She won't see a thing until its too late!"
There was a strange tone to that
word, "she".

"What in the world are you talking about..." I began to ask. What came
next stunned me.

"Shut up, bitch, or you'll really regret what I turn you into!",
Claire said angrily.

"I just wanted to know..."

"That does it. Listen, Whore, you will do what you're told!"

"Yes, Mistress" I heard myself say. I was in shock!

"From now on, your name is Whore, because that is what you'll be. Do
you understand, Whore?"

"Yes, Mistress." My voice was so soft and high!

"And what is your name, slut?"

"My name is Whore, Mistress". I couldn't believe what I was saying!

"And why is that your name?"

"Because that is what I will be, Mistress." This was too much!

"No, you already ARE a Whore, cunt."

"It worked!" she said to the Lady in Black, half giggling. "I really
didn't believe you could do it.
Subliminal messages on compact disk! And how did you do it so I wasn't
affected?"

"I have a friend in the record industry who does these up 'special'
onto regular CDs and tapes.
Wouldn't it be funny if she accidentally got them confused with the
regular ones and shipped them
out with the others? Anyway, you said she likes to listen with the
headphones on, so it really wasn't
that hard! Besides, it's worded so you aren't affected. And it's quite
amazing how many instructions
you can give that way. Ordinarily I would charge you big bucks, but
for Terry's 'friends', it is a
pleasure. Come on in."

She led us into a large, comfy living room, and in it was a stunning
young lady. She got up, and she
gave a big hug to Claire, then a very long and passionate kiss.

"Oh, Whore, this is Mistress Terry and you've already met Mistress
Jean. Why don't you take off all
of your clothes and kiss their shoes."

I almost ripped off my clothes, and dropped to my knees with pleasure.
I began kissing their feet.

"Whore, shouldn't you say hello to my friends?"

"Hello Mistress Terry and Mistress Jean. I'm available to be used for
your pleasure."

"Jean, why don't you take care of the little whore while Terry and I
get reacquainted? And Whore,
we're going to have sex right here and you won't even be able to lift
a finger. You won't even notice
anything." She looked into my eyes and said "Little Whore, nighty
night" and everything went
black.....

                     CHAPTER TWO TRANSFORMED

I came to in sitting in a chair like the ones in a hair salon or
beauty parlor. There were mirrors on the
walls, but I wasn't facing one. Mistress Jean was standing in front of
me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, Whore, you're finally awake. I'll show you what I've done to
you. During the day I'm a
beautician. It comes in handy for my 'night' job!"

I could already see some of what she did. My nails were very long, and
very brightly red. I was
wearing a red and black corset, black fishnet stockings, and
outrageously high heels, ankle strap
sandals with heels so high that I felt like I was on my tiptoes! I had
large breasts, at least a large C
cup, and there was something covering my crotch. I reached a long red
nail over to touch it...

"I see you've found your restraint. It's a chastity belt. If anybody
asks about it, you are to tell them
your Mistress put on you to keep you >from cheating and fucking them.
Your mouth and ass are for
them. And it matches your collar so nicely."

I didn't want to think about why somebody would be seeing them, or
whether I really would use my
mouth or ass for them. I also then noticed that I was wearing a
collar. The chastity belt was a pretty
golden color, and I assumed that the collar must be the same.

"Let's take a look at you, Whore!" she said, swinging the chair so it
faced a mirror directly. I was
stunned. The makeup was excellent but was very much overdone. My hair
was now a sexy shade
of blonde, and was very obviously cut and restyled. My hair had been
getting longish, since Claire
said she liked running her fingers through it and she always found a
way to keep me from getting it
cut. Now I understood why.

The collar was very pretty, and sexy. I reached up and felt it, and
found the lock on the back that
kept it there. I was so sexy I could have cum just from looking at
myself, but I found that I didn't
feel anything there at all. I reached down there again.

"It's not there any more, Whore, at least that's what your unconscious
mind thinks. And you'll act
like there's a wet cunt there, no matter what you really want or
think. And there's something else..."
She grabbed both nipples hard and I almost screamed. They hurted! But
they can't be real!...

"I know you think your tits aren't real, but they do feel real, and
that's what's reality. You can think
all you want about how they must be fake, but you could look forever
and never see a seam, and
you'll feel it when they're touched. The unconscious mind is very
strong."

"You're going to be one hot little whore tonight. You are going to
approach every man who looks
like he's interested and offer to give him a blowjob for $25. You'll
know just what to do, it's your
nature to be a hooker. We were originally planning to leave you like
this overnight, but it seems that
Claire's so pissed with your disobedience that she wants you to work
until you pay off all of the
trip's expenses, including some shopping she wants to do...something
about wanting a leather jacket
and skirt or something...they couldn't cost more than $500, right? And
if you make more money this
way than working your regular job, she'll keep you like this. This is
tax-free, too. Claire's a practical
woman, after all.

"You're ready to make your debut, Whore. Just get up and put on the
clothes by the door." I
walked, incredibly as it seemed in those shoes, an outrageous wiggle
in my walk, to the clothes.
They were a ridiculously short leather skirt that didn't cover my
garters, a cheap fur jacket and a
purse. No blouse. I looked in the purse and it contained makeup, some
miscellaneous junk, a wallet
and at least a dozen condoms.

I pulled on the mini, zipped it up, slipped on the jacket, threw my
purse over the left shoulder and
walked to the door. I felt so cheap!

"Now march to the car, Whore!"

I walked to the car, got in and buckled my seatbelt, then looked into
the mirror on the sunvisor to
see if my makeup was ok...what was happening to me?

Mistress Jean leaned over and said "Little whore, nighty night" and
again everything went black...

                     CHAPTER THREE THE STREETS

I came to on my feet, draped across a streetlamp. My feet hurt, but
the feeling was good, and made
me feel sexier. My jacket was open, and the frigid air of the crisp
night made my new nipples tingle.
I was so horny! 

A car pulled up, the windshield unrolled, and I took a few steps, the
echos of the clicking of my
heels ringing through the almost deserted street. I leaned down,
showing my cleavage to the man,
and smiled.

"Hey babe, got any sugar for me tonight?"

"Sure, handsome. My mouth's dry, and I've been looking for a lollipop
for it. But they cost $25
these days.

"Well, get your sexy ass in this car and we'll do something about
that!

I opened the car door, thinking of how many times I'd get to do this
before Claire made me be me
again. Or was this me?...Get to? Made me? I was losing my mind.

I sat down, smiled, and stopped worrying about silly things.

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