Becoming Sissy

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Becoming SissyLooking at me now, one will have an extremely difficult timebelieving this story. But let me assure you that every word istrue. It started late one spring afternoon. The weather was typicalspring weather, windy, wet and cold. I was walking home from highschool, hoping for a ride. I had just turned 18 a couple of days before and was within two months of graduating. My options after school were causing me much concern. I was very small, looked 16 and feminine. If you’re thinking that’s normal cause I am a girl, let me tell you up to that point I was definitely all male.Just around the block from school a shiny black Lincoln stopsbeside me. I couldn’t see the driver until he opened the darktinted windows. The driver was a very expensively dressed oldergentleman. His dark blue pin stripe suit, tailored shirt and silk tie suggested to me a doctor or lawyer. Through his hornrimmed glasses, I could see a gleam in his eyes. A well culturedvoice stayed my dotes when he offered me a ride. My opening thedoor and sitting beside him signaled my acceptance of the offer. Asthe car started rolling, he handed me an open bottle of soda withthe offer.”You look like you could use this.”Mumbling my thanks, I quickly gulped down the soda. By this timethe car is traveling just above the speed limit. And soon we areapproaching my street. Stifling a yawn I point this out to thedriver. His response is to speed up. As I try to escape thissituation, I find that I can’t release the seat belt, or openeither the door or window. As I start to cry and scream, he slapsme, then shoves his hand into my pants and starts to fondle my cockand balls. Despite all the stress, trauma and fear the d**g he putinto my drink takes effect putting me to sleep. But before I loseall consciousness I hear him say.”You’ll do very nicely.”The first thing I noticed waking up was that my mouth felt asif it was full of cotton. Next was that I was on my hands andknees. Trying to stand I quickly hit the top of the large dogkennel I was in. The kennel was like the kind you see at airports.On the door was a large brass padlock and an a****l bottle. On theend of the bottle was a nipple that resembled a tiny penis. As Itried to force the cage door open with my hands I feel a tug at myneck. Around my wrists are black thick leather cuffs, chainedtogether and fastened by another chain to the leather collar aroundmy neck, my ankles are also chained together.Over my loins were pink rubber panties. Under them I felt thecloth diapers. They were wet. Over the next several days I waschanged about every other day, so I was almost always wet. I senseda presence. Looking up I saw my ‘ride’. He was now wearing blacklatex pants, a red latex shirt and a black leather vest.”Finally awake, I see.””Where am I? Why am I here?””You’re here and her for my use. No more questions.”With that He whips out His cock and relieves Himself over my body.He produces a baby bottle filled with a pale yellow fluid. I suckon the nipple to sate my thirst. The bitter taste stops me fromfinishing the bottle. Pulling me from the cage, he throws me overHis knee and proceeds to paddle me, with a studded paddle.”I am your Master, I own you body, mind and soul. Youwill do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to doit and how I tell you to do it. Until I tell you to stop. You will be used by me, or anyone else I care tolet use you, for my pleasure, needs or desires. Any resistance to that will be severely punished.”After twenty swats, He sits me in His lap. I cringe as I sit on myred bottom.”Is my little girl hungry?”As I try to say yes, Master slaps my face.”Baby girls can’t talk. They can only nod,cry and make baby noises. Now are you hungry?”I nod my head. And Master opens a baby food jar of Brusselssprouts. He shoves His middle finger into the jar. Removing Hisfinger from the jar, He sticks it into my mouth, where I sucked itclean. I finished the jar this way. The next day it is a jar ofspinach. And instead of His finger, Master dips His manhood intothe jar. Pulling His slimy green covered cock from the jar, He heldit before my mouth. I refused to open my mouth and He grasped myjaw and applied pressure to force it open. He then thrust His meatinto my open mouth, but I refused to give any oral action. After acouple of attempts He pored the rest of the jar’s contains into mydiapers and then He beat my thighs with a cane. This scene wasrepeated for the next three nights. With the same results. On thefifth night, I was led into the living room, where He threw me facedown over the coffee table. Master tied me down and ripped thediapers off of me. Just as He was finishing the door bell rang.Soon I found out who was at the door. It was four friends ofMaster. All of them dominant men dressed in black leather. Theywere all here for one reason, my ****. With a motion my owner said.”She’s all yours. Have at her.”The first man stood in front of my face. He was at least six feettall with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing blackleather jeans, a leather vest and a white t-shirt. He was veryhairy and he had a beard that was neatly trimmed. With his lefthand, He grasped the rear of my jaw and squeezed, forcing my mouthopen. Then He inserted a dentist’s vise to keep my mouth open. Withthat He walked away. With my mouth open like that, I couldn’tcontrol my saliva so soon I was drooling heavily. At that pointanother man walked up to my face. He was not quite six foot, butweighted maybe 250 pounds. Also very hairy, but clean shaven. Withmedium length red hair, He was dressed like the first man.”You want what I’ve got for you.”With that He unzipped His pants and pulled them down. He wasn’twearing any underwear. Lowering Himself to His knees before myface, He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head up andrammed His man meat into my slobbering cave. As He continued topound into my mouth I felt the first of many cane strokes on myass. He pulled out almost immediately after I felt His gop slidepast my tonsils. The third man quickly replaced Him.He was five feet five inches tall, short blond hair and maybe160 pounds. Dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, He exhibited animage of total macho. As His jeans slid down His legs, the treetrunk He called a cock appeared. It was approximately six inches incircumference and at least 12 inched long. It’s circumcised headwas a dark purple in color. Just the head entering was enough tostretch my jaw beyond all normal limits. He held on to my head anddrove His dick into my head until the head reached into my throat.He started to work it in and out. I started to gag when the headreached into my throat. That excited Him greatly. I don’t know ifit was because of the discomfort He was causing me or because ofthe sensation my gagging on His dick. It didn’t take long for Himto pump His salty load into my mouth. There was so much of it thatit seeped around my lips and down my face.Then number four came up. He was a black man and I mean black.He was six and a half feet tall, maybe 200 pounds, black hair andeyes. Stripped of His clothing, all I could see was His rod. It was18 inches long and almost as thick as number 3’s. Four rammedHimself into my mouth with,”Lube it up good, slut.”He pumped in and out of my mouth till just before He came. Pullingout He walks behind me and just before the first man enters mymouth, Four slams into my ass. The pain from the ripping of my bodycauses me to scream. But before much sound comes out, the first mangags me with His cock. It now becomes a free for all with both myholes as the center attraction. The rest of the evening for me was a kaleidoscope of pain,whipping and cum in my mouth and ass. I lost all track of time.When They were finished, They relieved themselves on my body andthen wiped themselves clean with my hair. Shortly after they left,Master knelt before me and pulled my face up, so I was looking intoHis cold eyes, by my hair.”Slut, you can look forward to this every nightuntil you submit to me fully.”He removed the dental clamp from my mouth and held His erect memberin my face. As I took it into my mouth and submissively servicedHim, Master softly stroked my head.”That’s a good bitch.”After I swallowed His man juice, He released me from the table andled me down the hallway to a room. On entering the room, I couldsee it was originally a bedroom, but it was now bare except for thering in the ceiling. Hanging from this ring was a length of chainthat extended to the floor plus about two feet. Fastening the chainto my collar, Master turned out the light, closed and locked thedoor with a simple.”Enjoy, pussy.”Thank goodness the floor was carpeted. I laid down and tried tosleep.The next morning, I was awaked by Master pulling me upright by thechain. He pulled me into another room. This room was the bathroom.It was obvious that Master had just finished cleaning Himself up.The basin was messy, wet towels lay on the floor and the bath tubwas full of dirty water. I was bent over the toilet and an enemanozzle was thrust into me. It was not removed until twoquarts of warm soapy water had sat in my bowels for at leastten minutes. After I discharged, it was repeated again, except it was a cool soapy water. After expelling the filthy water, a differentnozzle was used. It was pumped up so it wouldn’t come out. Iwas now given a three quart enema. My belly bulged. I had cramps.It hurt. With His hand on top of my head, Master pushed me to myknees in front of Him. He rubbed the front of His slacks. Anythingto stop the pain. I reached up and undid His pants. As they slowlyslid down His legs, I reached for His penis. Pulling toward mymouth I slowly licked it, speeding up as I went. Almost immediatelyI popped it into my mouth and sucked it with abandonment. I forgotall about the pain and cramps. I concentrated on getting His sliminto my tummy. He gently stroked my head until He gripped it withboth hands, held it tight against His crotch and unloaded into mythroat. When He was done, He tucked Himself back in, released thenozzle and let me shit. When that was done, I was put into the bathand allowed to clean up.When I had finished, I was led to another room. This was madeup like a little girl’s room. Pink walls and lacy curtains, etc.Along the far wall was a large baby crib. Next to the closet was atall straight back wooden chair. The closet doors were open andthe closet was full of little girl’s dresses. Lots of frills,lace, trim and ribbons. And all pink. On the other side of thecloset door was a chest of drawers. I was put into the criband Master pulled diapers and rubber panties from the dresser.As soon as these were on me, He dropped a short dress over my head. It was a pale pink with white lace trim and the hem was just above my crotch. The next several days were spent chained in the crib. Metal shutters over the windows prevented my seeing out and day light coming in. The room lights were my only indication of day and night. Master changed my clothing and diapers several times a day, fed me baby food and gave me baby bottles of fluid (milk, water, juice?).One morning Master pulls a chair up to the crib. Removing thediapers, He fondles my cock through my dress. My cock gets hard forthe first time since I’ve been k**napped and my breath getsshallower as I near orgasm. My ass was pounding onto the mattressin rhyme to Master’s hand. An instant before I spurt my cream, Hestopped jacking me off, grasped my ballsack in His hand andsqueezed. My screams lifted my ass from the mattress. My hardnesssubsided and my eyes slammed shut and watered. After my eyesopened, cleared and I caught my breath, He told me about my newlife and what was expected of me.”Girl, you’re my slave. I own you fully and completely.You will do everything I demand of you, completely, instantly and without hesitation. You will be strictly controlled and severely punished for any deviation. Youare my slave, my maid, cook, companion, my little girl and my fuck bitch. You will wear feminine clothing at alltimes, because as far as I am concerned you are a female. Although I am gay, I prefer my sexual partners to look like girls. And so you will. You will wear what I tell you, when I tell you and how I tell you. The same for eating, sleeping, working, etc. In fact everything. In the kitchen is a bulletin board with your daily schedule, uniform schedule, etc. You will also serve and service anyone else I tell you as if they were me. And this is your life till I get rid of you.”With that I started a new phase of my life.My duties were posted as promised on the bulletin board in thekitchen. Every morning an alarm clock awoke me at 5:30AM. I crawledfrom my crib and spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up, puttingmakeup on and dressing. Invariably I wore one of my little girldresses. From there I’d go to the kitchen and prepare Master’sbreakfast. His breakfast during the week consisted of a bagel withcream cheese, orange juice and a bowl of shredded wheat in milk. Onweekends I would have to be more creative. There was a cookbookavailable. Upon entering Master’s bedroom, I placed the breakfasttray on the night stand. Then I crawl under the covers from thefoot of the bed. I kiss His feet and then slowly lick and kiss myway up His legs until I reach His cock. Once there I lick His ballsand then His cock. I keep doing this until He is awake. You see Iam not allowed to suck His cock without His permission. Mostmornings He throws me from His bed. Once in awhile He grabs me bythe ears, using them as fuck handles, as He piledrivers His rodinto my face to completion. I pick myself from the floor andprepare His bath, while He eats. He cleans Himself up, except Iscrub His back, while I lay out His clothing for the day. When Hesteps back into the bedroom, I assist Him in dressing, then followHim to the door. There I kneel, kiss His feet and await Hiscommand. Usually it is just a short.”Get to work”Sometimes it is more complex. Additional assignments, guests forsupper, etc. Then He leaves, locking the door behind Him. At thispoint you may ask, ‘Why don’t you just leave or call for help?’.It’s not that simple. First of all the doors require two keys (adeadbolt) to not only get in, but also to get out. Next all thewindows have steel security shutters over them, which Master closeswhen He leaves. Also all the telephones are locked up so I can notuse them, even if I could find them. And finally we were, I wastold, several miles from the nearest neighbor. Now this is duringthe week. On weekends, while He is cleaning up, I crawl intoMaster’s bed and await His return. When He returns, He slides backinto bed next to me and I spend most of the morning servicing Himand cuddling next to Him. After Master leaves, I return to my room and change. Duringthe day, until after supper (unless told otherwise) I wear a maid’suniform. It is a short black dress with white lace trim. With it Iwear my ever present corset, 5 inch heels, heavy duty nylons and alace cap. Then I start my duties for the day by returning toMaster’s bedroom. There I clean the bathroom, make the bed and putall the dirty linen and clothing in the laundry hamper. I thenreturn the breakfast tray to the kitchen. At that point I wash thebreakfast dishes, put away the dishes from last night and clean upthe kitchen. I also, if necessary, prepare for supper. Put outfrozen meat, prepare dishes that take a long time, etc. Then I domy daily assignments. On Mondays I change the bed linen and cleanthe windows. Tuesdays were spent dusting the entire house. Thebathrooms were Wednesdays projects. Laundry was done on Thursdays,including all the ironing, folding and putting away. It was a heavyday. Friday, I spent doing the floors including all the scrubbing,waxing and vacuuming. About 3PM every day, I started supper, thencleaned up my room and washed my underthings. When I finished, Iknelt in front of the door and waited for Master’s arrival. UponHis arrival home, I would kiss His feet and if He was wearing acoat, I would remove it and hang it up. I would then serve Hisbefore dinner drink and massage His shoulders. When dinner wasready, I would announce it and then serve the dinner. While He waseating, I would kneel to Master’s left and await His command.Sometimes He would ignore me. Other times He would stroke my heador face. And on other occasions He would pull my face into Hiscrotch to service Him. Once in awhile He would hand feed me fromHis plate. When He was finished eating He would put some food onHis plate, place the plate on the floor and with the command ‘Eat’walk off. After I was finished eating, I would go to Master, kissHis hand and thank Him for the food. Early in my training I didn’tdo this. And He dragged me into the bathroom off the hallway, stucka finger down my throat and made me regurgitate the meal. He thenput a cane to my tush 25 times. And as a reminder, I was onlyallowed water for the next two days. He usually takes a drink after dinner and after I fix anddeliver His drink, I clear the table and do the dishes. Uponfinishing the dishes, I return to Master’s feet. Most evenings Iwas told to go change. And I immediately proceed to do so. Once inawhile, I am only told to strip. Then until bedtime I am playedwith and fondled while Master watches TV. Most of the time I sit onHis lap while He rubs my dear over His manhood. Then there are timewhen He impaled me on His stiff rod. Bedtime changes the type ofplay. First, I kneel before Him and open my mouth wide. He thendrains Himself into my mouth. I am then sent to bed. On the weekends, the story changes. I am literally fucked allweekend. When Master was out of town, I was loaned to one of ahandful of Master’s friends. Either was sent there or they stay atMaster’s house. During these times I was well used. Mastersometimes had dinner guests, both male and female (mostly male). Bythis time I was very feminine looking and could pass as a femalequite easily. Between the hormones and the corset my body had verylittle choice in the matter. One weekend when Master was out oftown, I was loaned to a local Madame. I spent most of the weekend(Friday afternoon to Monday morning) cleaning her ‘house’ andcleaning up after her ‘girls’. What little sleep I got, I got whilebetween Madame’s legs. Madame’s lust was taken care of during theearly morning hours (after She closed) by my tongue. Saturday nightMadame was short handed, so She put me in the whipping stocks andseveral clients used my ass for whipping and caning practice. EarlyMonday morning, Master took me home where I resumed my normalduties. He did take some pity on me that night and allowed me tosleep at His feet after dinner. Another time, I was loaned to oneof Master’s male friends, who on Saturday night took me to a gaymen’s S&M club where He performed a whipping demo. After He hadfinished my ass and the back of my thighs were scarlet in color. Hethen invited members of the audience to try the technique out, ONME! Long before they all finished my body was long pass scarlet. Itwas black and blue, bruised purple and I was thirsty and in pain.Taken from the stage, I was kept at His side, kneeling on thefloor. I was only allowed to get nourishment and fluid from Hiscock. When I was first brought into the club, I was clothed asalways in my little girl’s dress. The only attention the memberspaid me was disdain. Once I was stripped and exposed as a male, Icaptivated their attention. The rest of the night their hands wereall over me, but most of their attention centered on my cock andtits. I was kept on edge the remainder of the night.One night, Master had two gentlemen over for dinner. Beforethey arrived, He briefed me that they were straight homophiles. AndI best be on my super best behavior. All through dinner, bothguests had their hands up my skirt, foundling my ass. Finallyduring desert, I crawled under the table and sucked first one thenthe other off. As I climbed out from under the table, I sensuallylicked the cum from my lips to the smiles from the guests. The icein Master’s eyes told me I was going to pay for my little spurt ofindependence. When the evening was over and the guests had left,Master dragged me to the cellar punishment room. There I was gaggedwith a leather plug gag. This gag is the most hateful gag of all.It not only muffles your cries, but it also dries out your mouth.I was then tied face up on a sawhorse. Finishing, Master took ashort cat of nine tails made of rubber and for the next hour and ahalf whipped my cock and balls. The whip handle was then shoved upmy ass and Master walked out. The next day was Saturday and I spenta large portion of it tied to that sawhorse. I was alone, exceptwhen Master came in and beat me some more with that whip. In thelate afternoon, Master took me back to my room, diapered me and putme into my crib. And to make sure I stayed I was placed in shortchains.Shortly after this, Master brought home a new boy. In someways, this boy reminded me of myself when I came here. Within theweek, the four bikers showed up to break in the boy. And I assistedthem. In a few days, I am showing her the ropes and her duties. Andthen one night I am put into Master’s car and driven off. After acouple of hours of driving, Master drives into this large estate.We are far from the neighbors as I haven’t seen a light for thelast ten minutes. At the end of the long driveway is a large whitehouse. Master knocks on the door and it is opened by a young, tall,well built girl with tush length blond hair. She then leads us tothe library and leaves us. Momentarily we are joined by a tallolder lady. She was very well dressed in expensive and in styleclothing. She stood almost six feet tall in Her heels and cut anextremely attractive figure. Her dress and manner spoke of wealthand power. The amber hair on Her head didn’t have a speck of grey(although she was in Her mid to late forties) and cascaded over Hershoulders.Master removed the leather collar I had worn since my’induction’ into His service so many months ago. Reaching up undermy hair, He grasped the collar of my dress and in a single jerkripped my dress off my body. This procedure was repeated with mypanties. I could only stand there in my 5 inch heels, nylons andcorset. Mistress then inspected me. She first walked around meslowly while She contemplated my body. Then She started a moredetailed inspection of my body. Starting at the top of my head, Shefirst inspected my hair and scalp. Followed by my ears, eyes andnose. Grasping my jaw in Her hand, She squeezed my jaw open andinspected my throat, tongue, teeth and lips. She also had me stickout my tongue as far as I could, which She measured. At my smallhormone induced tits, She massaged, squeezed and pinched them. Shecontinued the inspection with the comment.”Not bad, but they need work.”Removing the corset, She inspected down my body to the crotch. Mycock reacted quickly to Her fondling and as She hefted my scumladen balls Her only remark was.”These will get very little use here.”My ass was inspected next. Marks from my last whipping at the S&Mclub were still visible. She asked about them and then She struckmy ass several times my ass several times with quick hard slaps.Finishing Her inspection with my feet, She straighten up andstarted haggling with Master. I felt like I had just been inspectedlike a domestic a****l up for sale, which I was. They moved awayfrom me so I could not make out what they were saying. Finally theyshook hands and She left the room. Master walked back to me andgave me the news.”Cunt, I’ve just sold you. We both knew this was coming. I have grown tired of you and I like young, fresh toys. You are jaded and no longer young or fresh enough. Yourreplacement is ready enough to take your place. I couldn’tset you free and I am not a murderer, so this is the bestsolution.”As He finished Mistress walked in, followed by Her slave girl.Mistress handsMaster an envelope which He stuffs inside His coat and leaves. Mistress hands Master an envelope which He stuffs insideHis coat and leaves. Standing in front of Mistress, She thenplaces a heavy steel collar around my neck, locking it.Introducing Herself, Mistress tells me about my new life.”Your name is now sissy. “I’m Mistress Catherine. And this is my personal slave susan. Ihave just purchased you from you former Master. You will accept thefact that I now own you totally. First you will be trained to myspecifications. I will then make you over into my vision of whatyou are. And what you will be is a French Maid and eventually aLady’s Maid. Discipline I assure you, will be both swift andstrict. However it is not all work and no play. While I will notset you free, if you earn them I will grant small liberties. Susanwill be your Training Mistress and later your immediate supervisor.I suggest that you listen and obey her completely.”With that Mistress Catherine turned and walked from the room.Susan attached a leash to my collar and led me from the room. Ifollowed her down the long dark hallway. She was about 5’4” tallwith a classic hour glass figure. Her chest size was no less than38C and her waist no more than 22 inches. The 36 inch hipscompleted the very tight package. I could see a corset in thefigure, but how much and how tight, I didn’t know until after mytraining was well under way. Blond hair topped her head and it wasa pure golden blond, soft and shimmering, spilling down her backand covering her ass. The front was cut in long bangs that coveredmost of her forehead. I followed her as she opened a door anddescended down a flight of stairs into the cellar. Like mostcellars this one was cold, dark and damp, but it also was chilling.On the far wall were four heavy wooden doors. Each had a littlebarred window in it. Just in front of the doors sat severaldevices. Some of them I recognized from Master’s. He either hadthem or photos of them. Others I did not recognize. However, therewas no doubt about their use. They were instruments of torture Inthe overhead beams were many large steel rings and handing fromsome were lengths of chain.Susan stopped next to a standing stocks. My remaining clothingwas removed and She placed me in the stocks. After She finishedsecuring me Susan pulled back on my hair forcing my face up.Feeding Her breast one at a time into my mouth, She told me moreabout Herself, Mistress Catherine and their lives together. Shealso told me about my training and what was expected of me.”Before I came here I was a runaway or more accuratelya throw away. I was 16 when my parents threw me out. I was very attractive and looked 19 and would fuck anything in pants and I mean anything. Well it got back to my parents and that night dad laid down the law. ‘If I wanted to fuck so much, get out of his house. No whore was going to live under his roof. I could go to the big bad city and support myself as a cheap street walking hooker.’ So I packed a bag and left on the night bus. When I got here, I got picked up by a big black guy. He feed me and promised to take care of me. When he got me to his place he ****d me, not that I wouldn’t have but he didn’t give me any choice. Soon as he pulled out, he took a wire coat hanger and beat my ass. The next day he put me to work hooking for him. My first night Mistress pulls up to me in Her limo and hires my services. As we drive off, She asks about me and my life. When I tell Her about that fucking bastard, She told me to pull up my skirt. She examines my bruises and when She moved, I went to sit down. With a slap on my ass, She sharply told me to stand still. Pulling a tube of salve from the bar unit She applied it to my ass. She then told me I wouldn’t go back to that slimeball, that I would stay with Her and be Her girl. That night we did not make love, we just cuddled together in Her bed. Since then I have been trained to serve men and women as a total slave. I have worked my way up to being Mistress Catherine’s lady’s maid. And now I am a Mistress in Training. I will be running the house and later some of the businesses. You are slated to be my replacement. You will go through all the steps I went through plus one more. You will be my lady’s maid before you serve Mistress in that capacity. During your initial training you will sleep down here. Later when you have shown the proper amount of progress you’ll be in the maid’s room in my suite. And later still in my bedroom. At all times you will call me Mistress or Mistress Susan. In Mistress Catherine’s presence you will call me TrainingMistress, Training Mistress Susan or Miss Susan. Of courseyou will address Mistress with all the respect due Her. Your tired, so that is enough for now, Nighty night.”And with that She pulled away and went upstairs, leaving me inthe stocks. At least She turned the lights out. It was late thenext morning when Miss Susan released me from the stocks. I was sostiff and weak that I fell to the floor. And Miss Susan’s onlyremark was.”Good you’re in position to kiss my feet. Get busy.”Shaking because I had to go so bad. I crawled to Her size 7 feetand spent many agonizing minutes kissing them. This was followed by10 to 15 minutes kissing Her beautiful ass. Miss Susan then turnedaround and shoved Her twat into my mouth. Soon She was undulatingto the rhyme of my mouth and tongue. Somewhere around thirtyminutes later I couldn’t hold it any more so as Miss Susan startedto peak I pissed all over the floor. With a scream She jumped away.So for acting without permission and ruining Her pleasure, MissSusan puts me over a whipping horse. After She hoses the floor andme down, She gives me 20 strokes with a cane. Fitting me in adiaper, she places me in a small wire cage. The next several dayswere spent there with only a bowl of water. Many times during theday Miss Susan would stick Her hand down the front of my diapers.If they were dry She would pat my head with a “Good girl.”But if they were wet, She took a crop to my ass for 10 to 20strokes. Then She would finish changing me. More than once Shestuck Her hand in as I was pissing. The price for that insult was15 to 20 strokes of the crop on the soles of my feet. Every time Ibegged to go to the toilet She would give me the back of Her hand.Then one day every time Miss Susan put Her hand in I was dry. Byearly evening I was beating the sides of the cage with my bodyfrom the need to piss. The tears were rolling down my face whenMiss Susan finally showed up for a final check. This time when Ibegged to go potty She didn’t cuff me, She gagged me instead. Andwhen She stuck Her hand in She grasped my penis and startedpumping. Upon my reaching a hard on, Miss Susan pulled me from thecage and stripping the diapers from me, threw me to the floor.”Piss.”With relief I released myself and my piss shot all over my chestand face. Upon finishing, She pulled me to one of the doors. Uponopening, I could see what resembled a medieval dungeon. Stone wallsand floor with rings every place, dark and menacing. I was directedto a spot and Miss Susan laid me down on my back with Her leftheel. She placed me in close chains and then locked a device aroundmy cock and balls. A chain from the device was then padlocked to afloor ring that was under my balls. Before She left, Miss Susanjacked me off again, stopping just before I came. She closed thedoor and turned off the lights when going upstairs. The devicewouldn’t let my hardon go down and every time I moved the chainwould pull on my cock and balls. And the stone floor was real hardand cold, so my body ached and hurt. And I had to move. It wasn’ta real restful night. I started to focus again when the lights cameon. The door opened and Miss Susan strolled in, wearing a red bodysuit. Releasing my chains (but leaving the device on, however) Shecommanded me to kneel. As I knelt before Her, She slowly and almosterotically reached between Her legs and unsnapped the crotch of Herbodysuit, pulling it up to expose Her hairless snatch. Miss Susanmoved forward till She had bent me back and Her cunt rested on mymouth. When I obeyed Her command to ‘Open wide’ She drained Herwaste water into my mouth. Fortunately, I was able to hold it all.Miss Susan only comment was.”Now I a going to teach you how to make love to a woman properly. Eat.”I proceeded to eat Her womanhood, following Her everydirection. Two and a half long tiring hours later Her orgasmsstarted to come in continuous waves. Shortly after, Miss Susancollapsed on top of me, pushing my body to the floor. As soon asthe steadiness returned to Her legs, Miss Susan left for lunch.Upon Her return after lunch, She proceeded with the morning’slesson. With the sam e results. I was put to bed early. And it wasthe same as the night before. My training had begun. The next dayMiss Susan decided to fed me. So She put two hard boiled eggs intoHerself and had me eat them out. Then continued to eat Her till Shewas satisfied. The afternoon session was the same. The next fourdays were a repeat of the second day. On the morning of the seventhday, Miss Susan led me to the cell two doors down. Inside I couldsee it was not a cell, but a washroom. I showered, shaved (a littlepeach fuzz) and made myself presentable. Soon after finishing, Iwas led up the stairs to the kitchen. Miss Susan poured thecontents of a ca on the floor before me and had me lick it up.During the rest of my training, I was fed this way. Over the nextmonth, I slept on the kitchen floor chained to the stove. Eachmorning the cook released me to help in the kitchen. After Ifinished washing the dishes, Miss Susan took me to Her room fortraining. In the mornings I was taught the female arts, sewing,hygiene, clothing, mannerisms, walking, etc. At lunch time I wasreturned to the kitchen where I spent the next 45 minutes cleaningup and washing the dishes. Upon finishing I was sent back to MissSusan’s room where I learned the art of servitude, French, Greek,golden showers, body servitude and worship, massage, manicures andpedicures, etc. Dinner time saw me back in the kitchen assistingthe cook and later washing the dishes. When the last dish was putaway, I was chained to the stove and the lights turned out. I wentto sleep and soon the process started over. Until the night MissSusan gave me a glass of water before She chained me up for thenight.When I awoke I was laying on a hospital bed. I could tell.Except for the green tile on the floor, everything was white. Ihurt all over and couldn’t move. There was a tent over my body frommy neck downward and IV’s were plugged into my arms. Withregularity, the nurses checked up on me. They ignored my questionsand requests. My body felt strange. Finally Miss Susan showed upwith a doctor. They examined my face and then my body. When thedoctor left, She sat on the bed and gently explained the new order.”Mistress decided that you were not progressingfast enough physically. She had alterations made.Starting at your head. Your eyes were enlarged. They were also given a slight slant. The ears weresurgically pinned back and plastic was implanted into your ear lobes to help support heavy earrings. You see Mistress loves you. All your rear molars were removed to give your cheeks that hollowed out look.Your nose was altered to give it that small bobbed look. Bone was removed from the jaw to make it lesspronounced. Your lips were given that full kissable look by an incision inside each lip and injecting permanent silicon into them.”Pulling the blanket from the tent, Miss Susan continued Herdiscourse.”Implants were put into your breasts giving you a 38C+ chest. Mistress wanted you to know your breasts are there. She made sure your bras will be tight and not totally comfortable. Implants were also placed in your nipples. They will always be hard and stand out. To facilitate your figure, the two bottom ribs have been removed from your chest. While we’re in the figure department, permanent silicon has been added to your butt. We used silicon instead of the European fat process, so you wouldn’t have a fat problem later. We didn’t add to your hips because you would have looked out of balance and your small waist will make it look wide enough. As for your legs, hormones have filled out your calves very well. However we added some silicon to your knees to eliminate the knobbiness. Now it’s time to finish up.”With a motion of Her hand, Miss Susan signaled to a medical personstanding behind me. And a black rubber mask was placed over mymouth and nose. As I started to pass out, I heard Her finish Hertalk.”Sissy, we’re going to eliminate your Adams apple and fix your vocal cords so you’ll sound totallyfemale. And more.”As the fog cleared from my head, I saw Miss Susan standing besidemy bed. Her hand was on my crotch. With Her was a doctor.”Very nice, Doctor.”As the doctor left, She started to rub Her hand slowly up and downmy cock. As it started to respond, She wrapped Her hand around itand increased the speed and pressure of Her hand. As it got harder,my penis started to cause me intense pain. It felt like the skin ofmy cock was being ripped apart. I was very light headed. If it werenot for the gag in my mouth, I would have screamed the roof down.When I climaxed, I could feel my cum flowing up my cock and shootspurt after spurt over my chest. Miss Susan removed the sheet andused it to clean me up while She explained the new changes. ” The doctors removed the Adams apple and reattachedyour vocal cords further up in your throat. They have a lot of experience with that so your voice should be about perfect. If not in a month or so, they’ll do it again. Also Mistress had them do a new procedure to your cock. They enlarged the veinsin your cock to put more blood in it. That makes itmuch larger. Last time your penis was measured it wasseven inches long and 4 1/2 inches in circumference. I just measured it again and it’s now 10 inches and7 inches respectively. A marked improvement. Also thehormones and increased blood flow around the balls increases the amount of cum produced. The doctors toldme that you would feel light headed at first but aftera few days the body would make enough extra blood to prevent that. Now get out of bed and put these clothes on.”I climbed out of the hospital bed and put on the clothing that wasin the bag given me by Miss Susan. The corset, stockings and heelswent on quickly and I waited for my dress. But Miss Susanhandcuffed me, threw a long coat malatya escort over my shoulders and buttoned itup to just below my crotch. And without a word, I followed Her outof the hospital and into the waiting limo. During the drive MissSusan had me sit next to Her. The limo turned down an alley andstopped.Opening the door, Miss Susan led me from the limo to thedoorway and into the building. The inside of the beauty salon wasquiet as it was still early in the morning. Greeting Miss Susan,the owner walked up to me and removed my coat. She examined mecarefully and then went off with Miss Susan leaving me standingthere virtually nude. Shortly, a young man sashayed into theroom and led me to a chair where he washed my hair. Before hefinished other people started working on me. Over the next threehours they worked all over my body. Upon finishing, they led me toa large mirror. I was looking at a totally different person. Myhair was cascading pass my shoulders, was thick and full, curvedinward, the bangs stopped just above the thin arched eyebrows andwas a very light brown/amber. The finger nails were almost an inchlong and painted the same color as my toenails and lips, a darkred. The area around my crotch was the big surprise. The hair therewas bleached and dyed a fiery red. The staff lined up and MissSusan had me kiss their asses. Throwing the coat over my shouldersagain, She led me back to the limo. Three minutes later it stoppedin another alley and I followed Miss Susan into the shop.In the tattoo parlor, Miss Susan was welcomed by a short baldman. Master Bob was no more than five foot 6 inches tall andweighed maybe 190 pounds. He was wearing Levis, a dirty t-shirt,a leather vest and biker boots. I was again examined as my coat wasremoved.”Does it know parlor going on?””No just do it. It has no say.”With that I was led into another room.In the center of the small room was a hanging stock. It wassetup so as to keep me standing straight up. Then a leather hoodwas placed over my head, shutting me off from sight and sound. Mysense of smell was overpowered by the smell of the leather hood. Aman’s hand grasped my left breast kneading it until the hand justencircled the nipple. Vibrations invaded my sense of feel followedby rapid multiple pin pricks all over my nipple. My right breastfelt a repeat of the feeling. Before the feeling subsided in my nipples, I felt the vibrations and pin pricks start up and make their moves over my left ass cheek. The removal of the hood found me looking eye to eye with Miss Susan.”Mistress Catherine and I thought that you needed somecolor.”Following Her hand with my eyes I saw that my nipples were tattooeda light red. And a look at the mirror in Her hand reveled thedesign on my ass. It was a bright red heart with a golden bannerwith the lettering ‘Sissy Slut’ in bright pink.Miss Susan walked behind me and placing Her hand on my head,pushed me down till I was kneeling before Master Bob. As His righthand slowly unzipped His faded jeans, I could see the outline ofHis joystick. Popping out when Master Bob reached bottom, it hit mein the face. Master Bob doesn’t use jockey shorts. It was uncut, asolid 9 inches long and 2 1/2 inches in diameter. The look in MissSusan’s face left no doubt in my mind what was expected of me. Themusky odor assaulted my nose and it had a strong salty taste. It’squivering warns me moments before the cock pumped it’s joyjuiceinto my tummy.Soon Miss Susan and I were back in the limo and on our way.A couple minutes later I was standing sans coat in another shop,before another man. Finishing his examination, Master James laid meon a table and after strapping me down, he rubbed cream in my nose,on my tits, ears, cock and behind my balls. Moments after thetreated areas started to tingle, Master James pierce me severaltimes in rapid secession. When I was released from the table andplaced, kneeling, on the floor, each piercing was filled with aheavy stainless steel ring. Three in each ear! Master James’ ladyglided into the room and sat in the chair before me. Her attire wasa short denim skirt, red tube top and red dorsi pumps. When shepulled up her skirt, I could not only see that she wasn’t wearingany panties, but also she was totally shaved. With her legssplayed, she rubbed the middle finger of her right hand up and downher slit as she motioned me forward with her left hand. I crawledto her and moved my face toward her cunt. Her left hand wrappedbehind my head and pulled my face toward the wet crevice betweenher legs. As my tongue went to work on her, I could feel the ringin my nose catch on her pussy lips and pull at my nose. And thepressure from her legs pulled at the rings in my ears. The paincaused tears did nothing more than roll down my face, mix with herjuices and increase the saltiness of the taste.The feeling of a hot poker ramming up my ass, let me know,Master James had joined the party. Over the next several minutes mybody hurt at both ends. After they were satisfied, they allowed meto stand and follow Miss Susan out. Back in the limo, we were onour way. I was allowed to sit beside Miss Susan. Several minuteslater, I follow Miss Susan from the limo, into the house and up thestairs to Her room.Miss Susan’s room was a large square room, painted a paleblue. Off to the left were two doors. One led to the private bathand the other into a large walk-in closet. The bath was painted apale pink. It had a large marble sunken tub with whirlpool. Thevanity had twin sinks and a lighted mirror that covered the entirewall. Before one sink was a small wooden bench. The doorway on theright was led into what once was the walk-in closet. It now was themaid’s room. It was a small narrow room with a single bare overheadlight. The right wall had built-in drawers and racks full ofclothing. On the back wall were shoe racks. Some of the left wallcontained more built-in drawers. The remainder of the left wall wastaken up my the bed. And it was far from a normal bed. First it wasbuilt-in. Next thing you notice was that the mattress was not onlysix and one half feet long and three feet wide, but also a veryfirm 3″ thick. All around the bed were rings and eyebolts. Built-inbelow the bed were drawers. On the wall at the head of the bed wasan intercom with several lights. Miss Susan’s room was simply yet tastefully furnished.Against the outside wall between the two windows was the king-sizewaterbed. Above it was a mirrored canopy. Between the two doors onthe left wall was a large dresser. Against the right wall stood amakeup table and seat. The love seat sat next to the inside wall.Kneeling before Miss Susan as She sat in the love seat, Ilistened as she talked of my new duties and loving quarters.”Sissy, until Mistress Catherine decides otherwise,these will be your quarters. Unless I tell you otherwise, you will sleep in the maid’s room. As yousaw from the little tour, the bed is equipped to tieone down. But that will only be used for discipline.All the clothing in the room is for your use and shouldfit. If it doesn’t then you will get to practice your sewing lessons. As for your duties. For now you will serve as the down-stairs maid. Later you will become the upstairs maid. When you’re ready, you’ll be assigned as my lady’s maid. Sometime after that you may be taken as Mistress’s lady’s maid. Now for uniforms. In the mornings, you’ll wear light gray cotton dress. Before dinner you’ll change into the black satin uniform. Unless there’s a party or guest, you’ll change after dinner into whatever clothing I layout. I am going to start you out in little girls clothes and slowly increase the age of the clothes. When they get old enough, you’ll look very slutty. You’ll then spend the evening rendering personal services to Mistress and me. Now go to your room.”I crawled to my room and climbed onto the bed when Miss Susanpointed to it. She made good use of the rings around the bed andsoon had me tied down in a kneeling position. stripping down tojust Her corset and hose, She rubbed my nose in Her bush. TurningHer back to me, She stepped into a black latex panty. After slowlywiggling Her way into it, She turned around. I found myself lookingat the biggest cock I had ever seen. About 14″ long, the dildo’sdiameter was at least four inches and it was as black as midnight.As She held it at my lips, I opened my mouth and accepted theinvasion of this monster. Moving slowly, She worked it deeper anddeeper into the cavity. When I started gagging, She pulled out.Later I could take the whole thing. Climbing onto the bed, MissSusan, moved behind me and with one rapid motion drove into me. Itfelt like a telephone pole had invaded my ass. A few minutes later,She shuddered from orgasm and pulled the invading plastic fromme. I was then retied to the bed, face down, so I could spend thenight feeling my new breasts and come to accept them.The next morning came very slowly. Releasing me, Miss Susanpulled me into Her feminine jungle. Without command I worked mytongue into the wet folds. Once satisfied, She pushed me to thefloor with a,”Get dressed, slut.”Then proceeded to show me how She wanted me dressed.The next few months quickly became a repetition of the firstday. The mornings consisted of serving breakfast, washing dishesand cleaning. Afternoons were filled with serving lunch, washingdishes and more cleaning. Mid to late afternoons, I changed into myblack satin uniform. Dressed like that, I set the dinner table,served dinner and washed more dishes. Then went to my room tochange. At first I dressed in little girl’s clothes, right down tothe diapers. Then they gradually got older till I reached teenager.Miss Susan kept me there for a long time. Suddenly one night, Shestarts dressing me as a slut. Her favorite dress was a black micromini dress. With no sleeves, the front was low enough to show a lotof cleavage. The scooped back stopped just above my ass. It wasclingingly tight from my shoulder straps down to the hem, whichended just below my crotch. Till bedtime I spent the eveningfetching drinks and serving Mistress Catherine’s and Miss Susan’spleasure.At least one night a week, Mistress entertained. Usually itwas a formal dinner, followed by an evening of drinking, talk andstanding around. I would spend the evening dressed in my blackuniform serving drinks and taking care of the door. When Mistresshad dominant guests over things got going right at the table. Onelady asked Mistress the way to the lady’s room. Mistress’s answerwas.”Don’t worry about it. SLUT, get down thereand get busy.”I crawled under the table, removed the lady’s panties and put myface into Her fountain. As She drained, I drank her water. This setoff the rest of the table. Except for Mistress, the rest of thetable drained themselves into my gullet. Then they started to usemy mouth for their pleasure. One woman had me eat her out. Anotherput a celery stick in her snatch and had me really eat her out. Oneof the men poured chezze-whez on his cock and fed me what he called’headcheese’.When they had finished dinner (and with me), they went downstairs to the cellar. Shortly after I had finished cleaning up, Iwas summoned to the cellar. The rest of the night was spent as aplay toy. As Mistress’s guests, they enjoyed full and total use ofme and the rest of the staff. And did they enjoy. Most ofMistress’s kinky guests were women. At one party, a large black mantook a special interest in me. He was almost seven feet tall andweighted in at 250 to 275 pounds. And hung with an exact duplicateof Miss Susan’s dildo. After placing me in the stocks, He uses bothends of me for his pleasure. Once satisfied, he then takes astudded strap to my ass. When my ass was a proper shade of red, heswitched to a crop and turns the back of my legs from light tan tofiery red. By this time he is regaining his stamina and again fillsboth my holes. This time all the men and many of the women join inr****g me. When the party finally broke up, I was so worn out thatI was placed in one of the cells for the night. Waking up the nextmorning, I almost panicked until I saw the cell door was open.Instantly I went to the shower, cleaned up and then went to MissSusan’s room. Her only comment about the previous night was askingme how I slept.Normally Mistress had guests on Friday and Saturday. Soguests during the middle of the week were highly unusual and veryimportant. One such guest was Mistress Ivana. Mistress Ivana is5’9″ tall and weights around 125 pounds. Her figure is welldeveloped and She is very attractive. The speech and mannerismstell the world She is European. Her clothing states She isextremely wealthy and most definitely upper class. The length oftime She spends eyeing me, sends shivers down my spine.After dinner Mistress Catherine takes Mistress Ivana and MissSusan into the library, while I clean up. Just as I am finishingthe dishes, Mistress Catherine buzzes me on the intercom anddirects me to the library. Once there I kneel before Her. At Hercommand, I stand and remove my apron and uniform. Mistress Ivanawalks a circle around me as She eyes me very carefully. Her handsfeel my hair and explore my scalp. She carefully looks into myeyes, nose and ears. Holding my mouth open, She examines my teeth,gums, tongue, throat and inside my lips. Foundling my breasts, Shewatched my reactions as She tweaked my nipples. She pumped my cocktill I squirted a large load of scum into a wine glass. Dipping Herlittle finger of Her left hand into the glass, Mistress Ivana firstfeels, then smells and finally tastes the sample. Handing me theglass, She motions me to drink the rest. As I comply, She continuesHer inspection. Moving behind me, Her hands caress my ass. Slowlythey work themselves into the crack till suddenly She thrusts twofingers up my boy-pussy. As She works them in and out my excitementincreases, my cock stiffens, my breathing becomes shallow andlabored and I become flush and sweaty. Then without warning Shepulls the invaders out and pushes them into my mouth. And as I suckthem clean, She runs Her hand up and down my legs. When MistressIvana pulls Her fingers from my mouth, Mistress Catherine dismissesus.”Susan, take sissy to the other room and wait.”For more than an hour, I knelt at Miss Susan’s side. When Theyfinished, Miss Susan and I found ourselves kneeling in front ofMistress Catherine as She told us of their talk.”Susan, you know that my goal was to train you asa Mistress. However Ivana has pointed out that since you started out here as a slave, in my mind,you will always be a slave. She has offered to takeyou under Her wing as a novice Mistress and train you.When you are ready, you will join Her staff. Withoutbetraying any confidences, I will tell you She has bigplans for you. With all this in mind, I have given you to Mistress Ivana. When dismissed, you will pack your things. I will miss you very much, but this is for yourbenefit. Good luck. Now for you sissy. You are ready to become my lady’s maid. With Susan’s departure you would assume that position and I was looking forward to using you. But it is not to be. Mistress Ivana has made me an offer I can not refuse. So I have sold you. I will tell you that Ivana is a slave trader, but She wants you for Her household staff. You will be worked hard, but treated fairly. If you screw up not even heaven will help you. Now go to your room until you are called for.”At this point I wrap myself around Mistress Catherine’s left leg,crying and begging Her to keep me. Her right foot kicks me away anda stone cold voice orders me away. My tear blurred vision wouldonly allow me to crawl to my room. There I knelt by my bed andcried. A little later Miss Susan sits on my bed and comforts me.When I am cried out, She stands me up and prepares me for the trip.I am laced into a pink corset until my waist feels like it’s beingcut in two. Then black seamed stockings are drawn up my legs, firstthe left then the right. What remains of my maleness is thenstuffed into a leather sheath, laced, buckled and locked tightly.Lacy pink panties are pulled up my legs and over my crotch. Fiveinch black pumps take my feet. Miss Susan then takes me from theroom and down the stairs. At the front door I kneel before theMistresses and kiss their feet. Mistress Catherine pats my cheekand wishes me well. As my eyes get misty with tears, Mistress Ivanagrabs me by the hair and moves my head so I am looking directlyinto Her stone hard eyes. Her other hand puts a leather collar tomy lips.”Kiss your new collar, slut. Show it the love andrespect it deserves.”As I start to cover it with kisses, She pulls it away and places itaround my neck, buckling and locking it. She then buckles my wristsinto fleece lined black leather cuffs and locks them togetherbehind me. Brought to my feet, I am led to the front door where apink cloth coat is thrown over my shoulders and buttoned. FollowingMistress Ivana, Miss Susan led me from the house, down the longflowing steps and into the waiting limo that Mistress Ivana hadhired. Sitting on the left side of the seat, Mistress angles andadjusts Herself. Miss Susan and I kneel before Her. Pointing Herfinger, Mistress soon has Miss Susan between Her legs worshippingMistress’s royal womanhood.Mistress then reaches down, flips up Miss Susan’s skirt,jerks down Her panties. Grabbing my hair, She pushes my face intoMiss Susan’s ass. Soon Miss Susan and I were working in unison. Itwasn’t long before Mistress grew flush, sweaty and Her breathingbecame labored. She then wrapped Her legs around Miss Susan’s headand squeezed it tighter into Her pleasure hole. Her throwing Herhead back, Her shaking and Her cry signaled that Mistress hadpeaked. As She returned from the nether world, Mistress pattedthe seat beside Her, signalling Miss Susan to sit beside Her.Miss Susan rolled over and pulled Herself into the seat, asShe wrapped Her legs around my head and pulled me along withHer. I continued to service Her till after She had reached thepentacle, stopping only when the limo stopped. Stepping from thelimo behind Mistress and Miss Susan, I saw we were at an airportand parked next to a large private jet. It was more like a privateairliner. Climbing the steep, narrow stairs at the rear of theairplane was very difficult for me in my heels. Finally at the topof the stairs we entered the cabin. The first compartment was awalk-in closet where my coat was taken from me. Walking down thehall we passed two closed doors, which Mistress identified asbedrooms, an open door into a large and lavish bedroom identifiedas Mistress’s. The next door was labeled ‘toilet’. We walked intothe last room which was furnished as a sitting room. At the rear ofthe room was a wet bar. On the front wall was a large TV screen anda cabinet containing a VCR and several tapes. From the front therewere two couches along each side. Behind the couches and in frontof the wet bar were two large seats, one on each side. Each ofthese large seats were specially made. Seats would be a misnomer.Thrones would be more accurate. Raised above the floor, they hadhigh backs, wide padded armrests and a barber chair footrests.Contained in the front of each arm rest was a cup holder. Variousplaces on the seats contained straps and rings.Motioning Miss Susan into the other seat, Mistress Ivana satin the left seat. Shortly after Mistress sat down, a slave camefrom the rear of the plane, knelt before Her and kissed Her feet.The slave stood 5’2″, was well tanned and well figured. The fit ofher red panties defined her as a full female. Large gold rings inher nose, ears, nipples and belly button and stainless steel collarleft no doubt as to her slave status. The only surprise was hershaven head. It was completely bare. As She fastened the slave toHer seat, Mistress Ivana directed me to kneel before Miss Susan.When She strapped me in, Miss Susan held my head up and said.”Take one last look at America, as you will never see it again.”She then flipped up Her skirt and pushed my face into Herwomanhood. I spent the flight there, except when I was allowed adrink. I noticed that Mistress’s slave was no longer strapped downand when not servicing Mistress, she was doing other duties,serving drinks, etc.Several hours later, I felt the plane land and knew we hadarrived at our new home. Following Miss Susan down the rear stairs,I stepped into the dark moonless night and minced to the awaitinglimo. It was much like the one that took us to the airport, longand dark with smoked glass. The cool night air raised goose bumpson my bare skin, as my coat was not returned. Stepping into thelimo, I knelt before Miss Susan, who sat next to Mistress. The doorclosed as I started to kiss Her feet. When I started to work my wayup Her legs, Miss Susan stopped it with a sharp.”NO!”I restricted my attention to Her feet. After awhile She pushed meonto my back and fucked my mouth with Her heels. First She placedHer left foot on my forehead. to hold me in place, then She put theheel of Her right foot to my lips and shoved. When it reachedbottom, She started to pump in and out. Her leg tiring out, Shecrossed Her legs and switches the position of Her feet. During thewhole ride Miss Susan only comment was.”I love fucking little boy-girls.”During the drive, which lasted more than an hour, I couldn’t seemuch, but what I did see and what I felt told me we were in thecountry side. There were no towns on our route and almost noneighbors. The road was narrow, rough and winding.Before I continue let me tell you a little about my new home.I found all this out much later, but I am telling you now so mystory will be easier to follow. Mistress Ivana’s estate is a verylarge farm, about 20,000 acres. I would find out much later howlarge. It is located in an east block country, I don’t which onebecause I wasn’t told. And when I ask I was told not to ask,period. But based on the climate, I’d guess it was in the southernhalf of Europe. It is a working farm, but with an unique cash crop.Slaves. It is a slave farm. The focus of the farm is the mansion.It sits on top of a small hill at the end of a long drive.Constructed of stone, it is three stories high with a largepillared veranda. Spread out behind the house were many outbuildings, several of them large. The farm is almost totally self-sufficient. There is very little that it doesn’t produce. Itproduces all it’s food except for spices and special food and allit’s cotton and wool fabrics. It produces almost all the slaves itsells. Now a days, slaves are bred not captured. The only exceptionare slaves that Mistress buys to improve Her breeding stock. Slaveshere are nothing more than live stock. More on this later.Shortly after the limo stopped, Mistress Ivana steps to theground followed by Miss Susan and me in tow.Up the long stone stepswe climbed toward the large double doors. They reminded me ofsomething out of the middle ages. Upon opening, Mistress wasgreeted by four of Her staff, three of which were kneeling on thestone floor. The two kneeling females were nude except for theircollars. They were full figured and had hair below their shoulders.The other kneeling figure was male, who beside his collar waswearing a butler’s uniform. The only one standing was a femaledressed in a guard’s uniform. She was almost six feet in Her barefeet. Wearing thigh high boots with 5″ heels, She towered over me.Covering most of her olive skin, the uniform was red leatherjodhpurs, red blouse and a thigh black leather jacket. Her hair wasjet black in an above the collar military cut. Miss Susan handed myleash to the guard.The guard took my leash and led me from the foyer. Down thehall I followed Her till we came to a door. Opening the door, Shewalked down the steep, narrow and dark stairs pulling me behindHer. She took me down two levels. The second level was a dimly litroom. I was quickly stripped of my remaining clothing and hoseddown in ice cold water. The guard, holding on to me by my hair,scrubbed me down with a rough cloth. When She decided that I wasclean, I was taken down a hallway (without being dried off).Through an archway, I was taken into a large open area, full ofsmall wire cages. Many of the cages were occupied, both male andfemale. All were nude and all were wearing black leather collars.Each of them were chained to the rear of the cage.Before I was thrown into an upper cage, a black leathercollar was locked around my neck. Once in the cage, a short chainwas fastened between my collar and the back of the cage. After thecage door was closed and locked, the guard left, turning out thelights and leaving me to a short restless night.The next morning, when I was removed from the cage, I beganmy retraining. I was taken to a room on the first level, after Iwas hosed and scrubbed down again. Still nude, I was thrown into aroom (read cell) that measured ten feet square and contained fourarmy cots. My cot was the one not made. I made my cot and kneltbeside it until late afternoon when the Training Mistress broughtmy roommates back to the room. There were two girls, one was 5′ 3″,about 110 pounds with a well developed figure. With dark skin, hereyes were green with brown hair. The other was 5 feet tall andmaybe 95 pounds and almost a boyish figure. Her blond hair matchedher pale skin and blue eyes. My other roommate was a boy-girl likeme. She was 5′ 6″ and 130 pounds, not quite as much figure as girl#1 or myself, but more than girl #2. There was no time to introducemyself, as another slave entered the cell pushing a cart. From thiscart, she handed each of us a bowl of gruel and left. The four ofus got right to the important business of eating. When we finishedanother slave entered and retrieved the bowls. A guard entered atthis time and chained each of us to our cots. Being in a stonecellar like we were it was a long cold night. The first of many.hen released, we were expected to kiss the guard’s feet and swiftlycleanup. Washing up was done from a bucket of cold water and a washrag. A slave then brought us each a small bowl of gruel. During theinitial training, Mistress used this method of feeding slavesinstead of the more efficient cafeteria method because it allowedmore control over them. Following the meal we were lead from thecell to another room on the first level. This room was a large openroom and within a couple minutes there were 20 of us kneeling. Allwere either a female or a boy-girl. Although we all wereexperienced, we were to be retrained to Mistress Ivana’s standards.The classes started early morning and ran until supper time, sevendays a week. We had classes in various duties, grooming,femininity, dance, clothing and sex. The classes were verydetailed, up to date and pertinent. The Training Mistresses werevery strict, demanding and knowledgeable. Later I found out thatthe black glass walls and the mirrors were observation windows. Andwe were observed by Mistress, Her staff and customers. During ourtraining, we practiced on each other and on the TrainingMistresses.Graduation was based on performance. When we were ready wewere taken to our new position, normally. When I graduated theTraining Mistress removed me from class and I was taken to anotherroom. There I was cleaned up and uniformed. My uniform consistednot only of a short black maid’s uniform, but also 5″ pumps, a verytight corset and black seamed stockings. I was then led upstairsand into a large bedroom suite that could only be Mistress’s. TheTraining Mistress left me kneeling in the middle of the floor.There I stayed until several hours later, Mistress Ivana enteredthe room. Without hesitation, I rushed to Her and began worshippingHer feet. When I had finished, Mistress had me undress Her, prepareHer bath and bathe Her. After I had finished and had dried Her off,I helped Her into Her nightgown. Mistress sat on the edge of thebed and while I did Her manicure and pedicure, She laid out Herplans for me.”Sissy, for now I will let you keep that name. ButI may change it later. As you know by now, you own nothing including your name. This is your graduationfrom training. You are not quite ready to serve as mypersonal maid, so after tonight you will be assigned to Miss Susan as Her maid. You will serve Her until youare ready to serve me. At that point, my present maidwill be reassigned to the breeding barn and you willbecome my maid. You will be retrained in this positionat my convenience. And don’t think that being my slut will be easy. Far from it. You’ll wish you were a fieldslut or a breeding bitch. Now get busy.”She then rolled back into the bed and I tucked Her in. On my handsand knees I moved to the foot of Mistress’s bed. Lifting thecovers, I crawled into Her bed, kissing and worshipping Her bodyuntil I reached the fount of Her royal womanhood. Mistress’s legswrapped themselves around my head, locking my mouth to Her netherlips. Her hips rocked as Her passion came over Her in wave afterwave. The u*********sness odd sleep overcame both of us as we werelocked in this position.The taste and smell of Her muskiness awoke me the nextmorning. Crawling from Mistress Ivana’s bed, I first cleaned up,then I got Her breakfast. While She ate Her normal breakfast oftoast with marmalade, juice and coffee, I prepared Mistress’s bath.When Mistress stepped into the shower, I got in behind Herand scrubbed Her back and legs. I dried Her off after She got outof the shower. Entering the bedroom, I saw Mistress’s maid kneelingnext to the bed. When Mistress Ivana snapped Her fingers, the maidquickly assisted Mistress to dress. All I could do was kneel andwatch. Giving final instructions, Mistress left the suite.”Girl, take sissy to Mistress Susan.”Before she complied with her instructions, girl walked aroundme taunting me.”Think you can replace me, ha. I’ll do what ever I have to , to keep that from happening. I don’tknow what She sees in you. With your deformed cunt.”She snaps a leash on my collar. With a,”Come on, whore.”She drags me naked out of the suite and down the hall. Her routeand speed caused me to trip and fall several times. Finally at MissSusan’s door, she stops, slaps me several times, knocks on the doorand leaves. The door opens to Miss Susan and I enter what for me isa safe haven (relatively speaking).Miss Susan first shows me around Her suite and then explainsmy duties and responsibilities.”Sissy, I am going to fine tune your training, so you’ll beready to serve Mistress Ivana. As you well know by now, I am very strict and demanding. This will not change. As for your duties. In the morning you will wake me up by crawling into my bed and worshipping my glorious body. Each night I will set the time. After you serve my breakfast, you will prepare my bath. You will gently scrub me, shampoo my hair and pat me dry. After you assist me dressing, I will leave and you will clean up my suite. Upon finishing you will take the dishes to the kitchen, then join me in Mistress’s office. You will spend the rest of the work day as my secretary and errand girl. During dinner you will wait on me. Afterward you will stillwait on me. At bedtime you will turn down my bed, undress me and then tuck me in. Most nights you will sleep on a mattress at the foot on my bed, after you turn out the lights. As for fine tuning, it is Mistress Ivana’s feeling that you only need practice. And you will get it. When you are ready, you will be reassigned to Mistress Ivana. There is no time like the present to begin. Now get busy.”And so it went.Over the next several months, Miss Susan fine tuned mytraining, I practiced and got better. Both Mistress Ivana and MissSusan were telling me I was ready for reassignment. Working inMistress Ivana’s office I got to know the complex quite well. I sawthat as slaves go the house slaves lived well compared to the fieldslaves. It strengthened my resolve to maintain my position.Mistress entertained clients on a regular basis. The staff isassigned to serve during the evening. Such was the case just beforeI was reassigned. During dinner myself and three other girls wereunder the table, serving the clients. While they were eatingdesert, one woman put a large carrot into Her pussy. She thenpulled me into Her crotch. As I was finishing it (and the woman wasclimaxing) Mistress Ivana’s girl pushed me into the woman’s crotch.Because of the activity involve, I ended up biting the clit. Thewoman leaped up with a scream. With total fear of my life I crawledto Mistress’s feet crying. I then kissed Her feet and begged for mypunishment. With Mistress Ivana begging for forgiveness or mercy ismost definitely the wrong approach. At Mistress’s direction, astaff member pulled me from under the table and dragged me toMistress’s office.For the next couple hours, I knelt on the office floor,shivering in terror. Finally Mistress, followed by Miss Susan,entered the room. Before I could scamper to Her feet, Mistresssnapped out a sharp,”STAY!”Which froze me in place. Sitting in Her seat, She looked me overwith a scowl and an angry look which caused me to shiver and cringeeven more.”I am very disappointed in you, sissy. Hurting a clientis extremely serious. Before you say anything, I am telling you that you are very fortunate. Another client had bent over and saw girl push you. He likes you. When He told me about girl He also offered to buy you. I refused His offer. Girl did it to secure her place as my girl. Now all it’s going to get her is a flogging, an earlier transfer to the breeding barn and instead of being sold as a lady’s slave, she’ll be sold to a Turkish brothel. As for you. I can not have you going around biting clients, accidental or otherwise. Tomorrow you will be caned then transferred from the house to the fields. In time, if you exercise diligence you will work your way back into the house. I’ll miss you.”With a snap of Her fingers, Mistress Ivana summoned a TrainingMistress and I was taken from the room. Before I was removed fromthe house, my uniform was ripped from my body. I spent whatremained of the night locked in a wire cage that sat in thecourtyard between the slave barracks.Early the next morning, before sunrise, I was removed fromthe cage and placed in a standing stock. As the sun rose, I wasgiven a drink of water as the occupants of the barracks wereassembled in the courtyard. A bucket of cold water was thrown overme, as the senior Training Mistress read the punishment.”This slut fucked up. Now you’ll see what happenswhen a slave screws up. She’ll spend the next 24hours attached to the stock. Then she’ll be sentto the fields as a field slut. Begin.”My screams signaled my mind registering the ten strokes of the canethat fell on my ass. Water was thrown on me again as the audiencewas dismissed. As the slaves moved from the courtyard the seniorTraining Mistress moved up to my crying form. She rubbed Herleather clad crotch against my flaming ass while She reached aroundme and fondled my tits and cock.”You’ll love it in the fields. All the girls we send outthere don’t want to come back. We drag them kicking and screaming to the breeding barn. All the males in the fieldsare big and I mean big all over. You’ll love it. You will not want to go back to Mistress Ivana’s side. You were toonoisy, so I’m going to gag you.”Just before I could climax, She stopped and rammed a gag in mymouth.For the next 24 hours, I was locked in the standing stocksand every hour on the hour, I was caned about my ass and thighs.The number of strokes was increased by one every hour, so that at6AM the next morning I got 34 cuts with the cane. Before eachperiod, a bucket of cold water was thrown over me. I was not fed,but a few times I was given small drinks of water. Before the lastperiod the audience was reassembled to watch the finish.When the last stroke fell, I was removed from the stocks andplaced in the back of a pickup truck. The rough ride was amplifiedby my tender ass. Once the truck arrived at the back compound, Iwas taken from the truck and placed in a cell. I was left aloneuntil the next morning.After I was fed the next morning, I was taken to the seniorOverseer. She was a large, Nordic looking woman. The blond bun onthe back of Her head gave Her a stern school marm look.”Sissy, Mistress Ivana has remanded you to me. Normallywith a new girl like you I would either assign you toan overseer as Her personal girl or as a water slut. How-ever, Mistress Ivana has directed that you be assigned as a field slave. I have been instructed to promote youonly when your performance indicates a promotion. Presently, we are picking cotton and you will be issueda bag and a quota. Now Mistress Pam will take you toyour assigned crew after you are uniformed.”With a wave of Her hand, I was dismissed to Mistress Pam’s not sotender care. The uniform consisted of a heavy steel collar lockedaround my neck and a brown leather panty. My cock was pulled backbetween my legs as the panty was laced tight.For the next two weeks I spent the time between sunup andsundown dragging a large mesh bag up and down the cotton fields.The dirt and rocks hurt my tender feet just as the rough plantsblistered my soft hands. My first day’s quota was one and a halfbags. A full bag weighs 200 pounds. I was 3 pounds short. The nextday the quota was raised to 2 bags. I worked very hard despite myhurting limbs to meet the quota. Each day the quota was increasedand I came just short of filling it each day. After sundown we werefed a vegetable stew, the bedded down. All the field slaves slepton the wooden floor of a converted barn. Each of us had a blanket for warmth and comfort. The first night, I laid on myside, one of the male slaves pressed himself against my back. Hebegan to pump his rod in the crack of my ass. Rolling me on mystomach, he continued to drive his meat up and down my crack as hepushed my crotch and tits into the floor. My leather pantiesprevented his entering me, so he drains his lust onto my ass. Hefalls asleep a top me, pinning me to the floor. Each night a maleslave did the same to me.When the cotton harvest was complete, I was assigned toduties of a water slut. These duties consisted of carrying a yokeattached to 2 water buckets. The field slaves drank out of thesebuckets at appointed times. Each water slut was responsible forkeeping her buckets clean and filled. They were also used to servethe Overseers as required. Over the next several weeks, I served inthis escort malatya capacity. By now my body had a deep dark tan.A new Overseer was assigned to the facility, Mistress Gina.She was young, maybe 19, tall at 5′ 8″ and about 115 pounds. Herbody was well developed. She took a shine to me and alwaysrequested me for her crew. When assigned to Her crew, I seemed tospend most of my time with my face buried in Her snatch. My nightswere spent as before being used for bruit lust, by the male slaves.Although Mistress Gina wanted me as Her girl, the senior Overseerwouldn’t reassign me and She also prevented my assignment toMistress Gina’s crew. The days went slower after that.Not much longer after that, I was reassigned to reward slutduties. A reward slut is given to a male slave as a reward foroutstanding performance or special reward. Normally it is for thenight. The slut’s only uniform is her collar. Before you feel shegets off easy, let me tell you about her other duties. During thenormal work day, she gets and serves the meals. Which means thatshe has to get up about an hour earlier than everyone else. Shecleans up the barracks and if the field crews are short handed orbehind schedule (which seems normal) she works in the fields likeany other field slave. So you can see she doesn’t get much sleep.It is also why the sluts seem to burn out quickly and don’t lastlong in those duties. My first night, I was given to a slave as a reward forexceeding his quota. Taking me from behind he rammed himself in andout of me until he filled my hole. Early the next morning He awokeatop me and again used me. Each night I was used. Each day I workedin the fields. In a week’s time, I was so tired I fell very shorton my quota. My punishment was no supper and I had to spend thenight servicing one of the brutes in the punishment cells. He washuge. Maybe 230 pounds, all muscle. He was covered with stiff,rough hair. His cock was normal length but was over 4 inches indiameter. He used me all night. It seemed like he had a fire hosein me, not only because of the size. But also because of the amountof fluid pumped into me. The next morning when he left for thefields, I was left in the cell. I stayed there until supper timewhen I was fed and given to another slave for the night.The next night I was given to one of the studs of thebarracks. He was a tall (at 6′) beautiful man, slender with blueeyes and brown hair. The only reason he wasn’t a house slave wasbecause he was so undisciplined. However that didn’t stop MistressIvana from using him in the breeding barn, several times a year.What hung down between his legs was more of a third leg thananything else. It was normal thickness but was at least 18″ long.It was the first night I spent on my back in a long time. He laidme down and bent my legs over my head. Then he wormed that pole ofhis into my bowels. I could feel my intestines uncoil and hislittle head push toward my stomach. The next morning, I couldn’tseem to hold anything in. I shit and shit and shit again. TheOverseers were easy on me that day. It seems that is a commonreaction to servicing him.The day after that one of the slaves killed a snake before itattacked an Overseer. We were picking potatoes that day, when Hesaw a snake moving toward the overseer. He hit it several timeswith a hoe, killing it. The Overseer granted the slave an immediatereward, my use on the spot. Taking a potato vine, he tied my handsbehind me. He then threw me over a potato barrel and savagelyassaulted my hole. Upon finishing he went back to his duties. Icouldn’t. It was all I could do to get off the barrel. Once on theground, I managed to work my hands loose. However, I was stillhurting. His driving into me had pushed my body into the woodenbarrel and I had wood slivers in my tits and belly. By the time Ihad gotten them all out, I was so far behind there was no way Icould avoid punishment.That night I was not fed. Instead I was tied to a post andMistress Gina whipped me until my back, ass and legs were one redwelt. I was then thrown into a punishment cell, alone. Thefollowing morning, Mistress Gina rubbed some salve into my bruises,gave me a drink of water and informed me of my new status.”Sissy, you have been given to me as my girl. Asyou know, it won’t be easy. But you will onlyservice me and those I tell you to. I’m goingto let you spend most of the day here to rest.But later this afternoon, I will have you clean up and then take you to my quarters. I’ll go over the rest of your duties later. But I will tell you now. If you keep me happy you will be taken care of.”The job was easier than a reward slut’s, but harder than awater slut’s. The duties were very similar to the duties of alady’s slave. The only differences were that when the Overseer wentto the fields, Her girl went with Her. And there was a lot ofswapping. Over the next three months, I served almost all theOverseers. My uniform beyond my ever present collar consisted of apair of leather bikini panties and to prevent sagging, a matchingleather bra. My field duties were not very complex. Primarily I ranerrands, got my Mistress drinks of water, shaded Mistress with anumbrella and serviced Her when ever. Usually in the fields,Mistress Gina would use one of the water sluts for Hersatisfaction. Me, She could use anytime. But She used me when noneof the other sluts struck Her fancy.Once when Mistress Gina left for a few days, She loaned me tothe senior Overseer, Mistress Scarlet. Mistress Scarlet didn’t dofield assignments, but She did go out to the fields to check on thestaff. When She did, She almost always road a horse. While I was inHer charge, She took me with Her. Usually running along side withmy leash attached to Her saddle. Sometimes, when it was a long dayor the fields were a long way away, She would let me ride behindHer. She always had me rub down Her horse after Her jaunts. Onceafter a long trip, which I was allowed to ride, after I completedthe rub down, Mistress Scarlet had me get beneath Her stallion andthank him for the ride with a blowjob. The stallion’s cock was thebiggest I had ever taken. I could barely take the head in my mouth.Many minutes later he filled my mouth and belly with horsey sperm.When She wasn’t out on Her horse, Mistress Scarlet was in Heroffice sitting at Her desk. While She had me, She kept me under Herdesk when She was in Her office. When I wasn’t kissing and lickingHer exalted womanhood, I was sniffing Her womanly musk.Then one morning, Mistress Gina takes me to the house andturns me over to Mistress Margaret, the house Overseer. With a paton my tush and a “I’ll miss you, sissy.”Mistress Gina walked out of the door and out of my life. MistressMargaret took me into Her office and before She uniformed me, Shelaid out my duties.”Mistress Ivana has determined that you have learnedyour lesson and has had you returned to duty in thehouse. She however, has left it up to me what dutiesyou will be assigned. You will have to continue to work very diligently if you ever hope to regain the lofty position you once held. For now you work in the kitchen as a kitchen slut. You will perform the dutiesassigned by the cook.”With that I was dressed in a short grey rubber dress. It didnothing to hide my body. The cook was called Mistress Pam. She hadfour other slaves in the kitchen, so being the new girl, I wasassigned dishwashing duties. Sometimes I got to run errands. But Ispent most of my time up to my elbows in hot dishwater. I was notused sexually at all during this time and being use to being usedall the time, it left me frustrated.Four months later, the next new girl was my replacement. Iwas taken from the house and placed in the breeding barn. Thebreeding barn is a large chicken barn type of building, set at therear of the main house complex. Like I told you before, mostslaves are now bred , not captured. Some of the benefits includecontrol over gender and supply. The breeding is strictlycontrolled. The gender of the baby is determined in advance and themother is bred by certain men to produce a controlled geneticproduct. Mistress Ivana’s policy is that all women produce at leasttwo babies before being sold. A majority of the babies are female,since they have a much greater value, are more easily sold,transported, controlled and trained. Most of the male babiesproduced are destined to become she-males and the mothers are bredwith the house slaves. To replenish the field slave stocks, fieldslaves are taken to the barn.The barn is divided into three areas. The first two floorsare the breeding area. There are row upon row of breeding benches.Each bench is height adjustable. A girl is strapped on to the benchwith her crotch at the edge. Her feet are secured into stirrups.The male is placed between the stirrups, the height is adjusted andhe is fastened to the bench. Both slaves are blindfolded during thewhole process. Each female is bred several times by the same male,also she is also bred by other males with similar characteristics.The next two floors are taken up by quarters for the females.When they are not at the breeding benches, they are here. Eachfloor is a totally open area filled with row after row of cots. Thecots are ordinary army cots and each occupant has one blanket. Bythe time one is assigned to the barn, she is very well disciplinedso only on rare occasions are any of the girls chained to the cots.The nursery occupies the top three floors. Like the twofloors below them, these floors are large open bays with row uponrow of cots. But between each cot are two small cribs. After a girlhas been pregnant for between two to three months, she is moved tothis area. When, is always scheduled to the availability of cotsand the intake and outgo of girls. The new girls, like on the lasttwo floors serve the food. Usually they spend 2 to 3 weeks on thisdetail. Then they spend the remainder of their time as nurses tothe babies. Since the girls are dry by this time, they nurse thebabies via bottles, but they must use their breasts as pacifiers.Besides feeding, bathing and changing the babies, each slave mustwash the diapers. Each girl is assigned up to four infants. Whenthe girls go into labor, they are removed to the birthing housenext door. A day or two after delivery the girl is brought back tothe nursery for two to four weeks. When their hormones have leveledout, each girls is returned to duty, returned to the first twofloors or removed to be sold. The babies remain in the nursery for6 months, then they are sent to special barracks, where they arecared for and trained.The few boy-girls sent to the breeding barn are sent there toonly to breed with the females, but also for punishment.Occasionally the Mistresses got tired of watching me rub my titswith another set of tits. So They strapped me onto a bench andbrought in field slaves to service me. My quarters were on thefifth floor in the nursery. I was assigned three babies to carefor. They wore me out. Guess who had the cot next to mine? Girl.She was caring for 4 infants. She was also worn and about eightmonths pregnant. After girl was returned to the benches, I wastaken from the barn.My next assignment like all the boy-girls from the breedingbarn was the auction barn. As stock. The auction barn is to theleft of the house. It is an unimposing building, but that ismisleading. Beneath are four floors of cellar.The night before the auction, slaves are taken to the bottomtwo floors of the cellar, stripped and caged. Each cage is a smallwire box, just barely large enough for one slave. Preparations forthe auctions (which start at 1PM) take the whole morning. The toptwo floors of the cellar are used as the preparation area. Theslaves are lined up in order of sale. Field slaves first followedby house slaves, male then female, she-males, then pleasure slaves.Each slave is removed from it’s cage, scrubbed down, shackled in acontinuous chain, body oiled and just before the sale, spanked (toadd color to the cheeks). Slaves are not fed prior to the sale, butthey are watered several times.Just before the sale, the chain is led from the cellar to theupstairs via a long dark tunnel. I was placed toward the end of thechain. It was a long wait. It takes an average of one minute tosell a slave. Toward the end of the sale, the rate slows downbecause the pleasure slaves create a more active auction. While wewaited we are watered while Overseers keep us quiet. Step by stepI get closer to the doorway. Finally just before I get to the door,a bucket of water is thrown over me and an Overseer places tenquick strokes of Her crop on my ass.At the door, I ‘m released from the chain and led to aplatform. Six feet high, it is large enough to hold an Overseer anda slave and allow the slave to be properly shown. The height alongwith the bright lights on the edge of the platform allow the buyersto properly see the slave. The lights also prevent the slave seeingthe buyers. The auctioneer stands in front of the platform takingbids, while the Overseer manipulates my body. I can hear theexcitement of the bidding rise. Finally the Overseer caresses mybody with a cat of nine tails. My body reacts to the caress withshivers, shakes and quivers. The auctioneer ends the bidding witha loud”SOLD!”I was led from the platform and taken from the room via anotherdoor.This door leads from the rear of the auction barn. Justbehind the auction barn is the shipping building and this is whereI was taken. I was placed in another chain awaiting shipping.Finally it’s my turn. I an led to a large wooden crate with an openside. Inside is a substantial wooden chair with several paddedleather straps. Just before I’m placed in the seat, a slave diapersme. I am strapped into the seat, blindfolded and gagged. The gaghas a tube leading from it to a large bottle of water. Hammeringwas my only indication I was closed in.All I can tell you about the trip was that it was long,because I got extremely hungry. I was told later that the trip fromthe farm takes two days. From the pressure changes I could tellmost of the trip was by airplane. The jolts and shaking told methat part of the journey was spent in the back of a truck. With abang, my crate was dropped to the ground. I was where I was going.Where was I? What was in store for me? I fell asleep with thosequestions on my mind. The hammering as they opened my crate woke me up. Whenthey removed my gag, the hot air seared my throat. I felt several hands on me as the straps binding me to the seat were removed. Pulling me from the seat, they removed the blindfold and diaper. While they washed me down with a hose, I scrutinized the two men,trying to get an idea of where I was. They both were wellover six feet tall and weighted at least 250 pounds. Theirbroad shoulders and muscular physic was contradicted by their clothing.From the red fez hats on top of their heads, down through the very shortwhite vests (open, no buttons) to the white baggy pants mark them aseunuches. But the bulges in the front of the pants said they were anythingbut.Before I could make a guess about my location, someone entered theroom. Since He was behind me, my first indication someone was there was when the two men bowed their heads. As I started to turn my head,they grabbed me, spun me around and threw me to the floor. With a snap of hisfingers, He dismissed the men. Sitting down, He wraps His right hand around me jaw and pulls my face and upper body up until I am looking straight into His cold black eyes. His white robe and dark complexion tell me I am without a doubt in the middle east, as if the smell and heat were not enough. He analyzes me carefully before He said a word.”Interesting””Little one, you belong to me now. Where you areis not important, although you have no doubt deduced that you are in the middle east, except the fact that this is a brothel. We cater to mostly the foreigners but many of the rich are also clients. You’re here to service those clients. All, little one. I have seen that look before. Many of my clients like little girls with that something extra. You will be assigned to a cubical. Under no circumstances are you to leave that cubical without permission or without an escort. Unless instructed otherwise, you will remain nude at all times. When you do wear clothing, it will be provocative.There is no place for modesty here. You will preform to everyone’s satisfaction. Dutytimes are 24 hours a day, seven days a week. No selfsatisfaction allowed. All infractions will be swiftly and severely punished.”With that He stands up and still holding on to my chin, leads me to a pole inthe middle of the room. My hands were strapped toward the top of the pole, so I am standing on my tip toes. Then one of my black men reenters the room, carrying a long rubber strap. He then begins to whip me with it on myback, ass and legs until I feel my body is on fire. Then he turns me around and uses it on my tits until they are cherry red. My cock was his final target. The strap slapped and kissed it until I shot all my cum onto the floor. As I collapsed, I was cut down.Throwing me face down on the bed, He takes me in theass without lubrication. His belly banging into my already painful assonly increased my level of pain. With a groan, He pumps into me and when Heremoves Himself, He motions to the guards to remove me. I am taken to anothercubical. There, an older woman takes charge of me. Later I found out that shewas a burned out whore. She looked 50-60 years old, but was only 29. Shedresses me in the uniform of the brothel, filmy lingerie. Only bright colors were allowed, mine were red. Restraints were put on me. Stainless steel collar and cuffs were placed around my neck, ankles and wrists. They were custom made and required a special key to unlock them. My body rings were replaced by larger heavier rings.My cubical was toward the center of the brothel. It had four walls, muchlike the walls of an office cubical. They were seven feet high. There was no door in the doorway. Privacy was provided by a curtain. A four poster bed sat next to the back wall. It’s firm mattress was covered by a thinblanket and black satin sheets. From the outside post at the foot of the bed hung a length of chain. Except for the chamber pot under the bed there was no other furniture.The guard who led me from the receiving room, pulled me into my cubical.Leaving my hands handcuffed behind me, he threw me facedown over the foot of the bed. Jerking down my bottom, he proceeds to ram himself intome. As he pleasures himself in me, other staff members join him in my cube. When he finishes the Brothel Master entered me. He is not as large as the guard, so it is not as painful. The next guard is huge. All I see when he rams into me is stars. As he pumps in and out of me I feel as if his piledriver is trying to pull my insides out. The next two guards are much smaller and it almost feels pleasurable. Then the number 1 girl enters sporting a humongous strap-on dildo. Rolling me over, she mounts me as a man would a woman. I feel my insides painfully tear as sheenters me. My blood lubes the invader. She got hotter as the dildo rubbed against her clit. The friction of her belly excited my cock. Ireceived more pain from the dildo base jamming into my balls. Her quivering signalled the climax, then she withdrew with a wet plop.My new owner, the Brothel Master, locked the bed chainto my left ankle. It was all I could do to roll over. With a swat on my ass He left the room. My greeting here left no doubt of my fate. I was to be turned into a seminal sewer. To be nothing more than an outlet for men’s lust. The rest of the afternoon was spent crying. Why? What did I do to Mistress Ivana to deserve this? Why me? Early that evening my first client stepped into my cube. He was almost sixfoot and bald. An older man, his white well tanned skin toldme he was an oil field worker. His chewing tobacco didn’t disagree with that analysis. Mounting me missionary style, his manhood felt much smaller than the guard’s. As soon as he finished, he dismounted, pulled up his pants and left. Leaving me alone to wonder why Mistress Ivana was punishing me this way. Awhile later a swarthy looking man (definitely an Arab and not just because of his headdress) strutted in to the cube. Rolling me onto my tummy he mounted me doggie style, ramming his short fat dong into my ass. He pushed into me, driving my face into the mattress. In a few strokes he shot into me and pulledout. Before he left he had me lick his cock clean. He thendried it off with my hair and with a slap on my ass, left the cube.My last visitor for the night was a huge black man.The youngest of my clients that night, he was in his early twenties. When he undressed I saw he was huge everywhere. He was hung like an elephant. Throwing me to the floor, he sat on the bed and pulled my head to his meat. All I could do was open my mouth and take it in my mouth. And it was ALL I could do. It was so tightly jammed into my mouth, I couldn’t suck his manhood. I couldn’t even get it out of my mouth. All I could do was rub my tongue on the underside of the obstruction until he unloaded into my tummy. After he left, I cleaned up and , upon receiving permission from the Brothel Master, crawled into bed. A few short hours of sleeplater, all the lights came on and we were awaken by a loud buzzer. Each ofus then cleaned up our own cubical after which we were fed. After feeding each of us were assigned additional cleaning duties. Some did laundry, others did thedishes and some like myself scrubbed the floors. I spent most of the morning on my hands and knees with a bucket of water, a rag and a scrub brush.During morning duties we were allowed to talk and Ifound out that every girl in this place had additional equipment. The reasoning behind that was that we were in a specialty brothel catering to clients that wanted something very different. Also we didn’t become jaded as quickly. We all had been bought at auction some place or other and were in enforced slavery. Using my eyes, I noticed that all the girls were young, tall and slim. In short very beautiful. Most of the girls were white with the remainder oriental. A lot of Nordic influence as there were a lot of blonds. We were supervised by the eunuches. These eunuches were guards (all other male staff with minor exceptions were also eunuches) who protected the brothel and us. Not because of who we were, women have every little value there, but because we were our Master’s property. They were very much all the same. They were allblack men, very large black men. Their uniforms were whitewith gold trim and buttons. Various patches and stripes indicated job andgrade. As I found out, they were not large everywhere. They were bought by the Brothel Master from their families when very young and castrated. So they had very small cocks and no balls. However, this didn’t prevent them from teasing or eyeing us.Mid-afternoon, we clean up and prepare for our night’swork. After we had dressed and finished putting on our makeup, we’re taken back to our cubical and chained for the night.I spend the next couple of hours on the bed wonderingwhat I did to cause Mistress Ivana to sell me. What would tonight’s clients do to me? I shortly found out. Number one was a woman. Like many brothels over here late afternoons are reserved for female customers. It’s kind of twisted, but in this region although it is unacceptable for a woman to have sex with a man who is not her husband, it is acceptable for her to have sex with another woman or pseudo-girl.My first client of the day was like most of the femaleclients. Older, married, wealthy and white. She was in her mid forties andvery attractive. With her back to me, she undressed. As she turned around, I saw she was wearing a strap-on dildo. It was flesh color and the biggest cock I had ever seen, real or otherwise. The head wouldn’t fit in my mouth, so I could only lick it. When she was satisfied it was properly lubricated, I was thrown on my back as she mounted me. As she tore into me, all I could do was scream from the pain from the tearingof my hole. Once she reached fulfillment, she pulled thattree trunk out of me and pulled my mouth to it. Instantly I licked the blood and excrement from it. After I helped her dress, she left and I crawled onto the bed. An eunuch came into the cube and applied salve to my ass. All I could do was lay on the bed in the fetal position, cry and damn Mistress Ivana.Much later in the day my next client entered my cube.She was much younger than the first and Arab. No more than eighteen, her darkhair and skin along with her black eyes gave her a sinister look. She tied me across the bar at the foot of my bed ripping my panties from me. Pulling a thin rattan cane from behind her, she used it on my buttocks and thighs with such wild abandonment that I was shortly screaming my lungs out. My only thought beyond the pain was that she was taking her frustrations out on me. Just before I lost consciousness, she stopped, released me from the bar and threw me to the floor. Where she thumped herself on my face and rubbed her snatch in my face. Like any trained a****l, I responded by shoving my tongue into her. Finally she climaxed,followed by her juices flowing into my mouth. Satisfied she got up, but not before she relieved herself in my mouth.My final client for the night was a father and son. They were both white with the father being just under six feet tall maybe 35 – 40 yearsold with sun bleached hair. The boy was all of sixteen, six feet tall and brown hair. They entered my cube and walked up to the bed. The father told the son to watch as he pulled me to the floor. I knelt before him as he opened his pants and out popped his dong.Average size. As I serviced him, the father told his son how to control and get the best out of a slut. And he demonstrated. When he pulledaway the son stepped up. As the boy started to open his pants the father told him to stop.”That the whore’s job”I slowly unzipped his slacks, pulling his pants and underpants down the boys cock hit me in the face. It was long, maybe 11 inches and not toothick. It a few years with a little practice it would be a real pleasurestick. As I used my mouth, he practiced what his father taught him, as dad made pointers. After the boy had released his seed into me (it was a little watery), they tossed me on the bed, face down, and pulled my panties down. The father repeated what he did up front, demonstrated to his son how to use and control a cunt. The son used me,with dad giving pointers. Finally he came and pulled out.Father pulled his belt out and beat my ass, telling his boy that it was how you punished bad girls. His dutiful son then repeated the process. When he was done they both left. It was quite late and business had slowed down, so the Brothel Master gave me permission to go to bed.The next three days were almost exact repeats of the first two days, just different faces and different kinks. On the sixth day I hadjust finished with my second client of the night, an oriental man, when someone entered my cube.”How’s my working girl?”The familiar voice caused me to spin around. It was Miss Susan. I threw myself at Her feet and wrapped my arms around Her legs. I cried andbegged for mercy and forgiveness. Miss Susan patted my head with a,”There, there, girl. Just settle down.”The brothel Master quickly entered and released me from thechain led Miss Susan and I to a room at the rear of the brothel. There a girl helped me clean up and dress. My outfit was a very conservative suit. The brothel collar was replaced by one of Mistress Ivana’s and Miss Susan led me from the brothel to a limo. During the limo ride to the airport, I was allowed to sit beside Her. At the airport, Mistress Ivana’s jet was there ready to go. When we climbed aboard the door closed and the airplane taxied out. Miss Susan sat in Mistress Ivana’s seat and motion for me to kneel before the other seat. As I kneel, I look into Miss Susan’s eyes and see that the order was made out of kindness. So I move in front of Miss Susan and kneel before Her.I bury my face in Her lap and cry my heart out. Miss Susan strokes my head and speaks comforting words to me. I am not strapped to theseat. During most of the flight Miss Susan comforts me, later on She nudges my head down Her lap until I am nuzzling Her fountain. I spent most of the remainder ofthe flight there. It seemed like no time at all we were landing and I wasclimbing into the limo behind Miss Susan. At Her direction, I sat beside her during our ride back to the farm.I had a sense of De ja vue as I followed Miss Susan upthe steps and into the large front door of the main house. And who should be in the entryway, but Mistress Ivana. Miss Susan hugs Her and I prostrate myself before Her begging for my punishment. Pulling my face up, She asks, “Why, little one?””For what ever reason my Mistress sent meaway””little one, I didn’t sell you to the brothel, butI can see it did a world of wonders for your attitude. Idecided to sell you to eliminate the problems with jealousy.You were sold to a woman as Her personal maid and companion. Whathappened was that in the shipping room you were mislabeledand shipped to the brothel. It told a lot of effort to trackyou down and recover you. I wouldn’t have except you arespecial and the customer was very insistent. To placate thisclient, I sent Miss Susan to recover you and personallytransport you to your new home. To ensure that it doesn’t happen again, the entire staff of the shipping room was demoted. Slaves were transferred to the fields and the Overseers and Mistresses were demoted to house slaves. And I made sure everyone knows of the demotion. It makes them more dutiful. For the next few days you will remain here. You will be medically inspected, cleaned up and allowed to rest. Nothing but the best for my clients.”With that, She turned around and left the foyer. Miss Susan led me up thestairway and to Her suite. Once there, I was stripped and sent to the bathroom. Miss Susan’s girl, bambi, had a hot bath already drawn waiting for me. I slipped into the bubble bath and soaked for over an hour. When I started to feel like a woman again and before the bath got cold I washed myself and shampooed the oil and grease out of my hair. Bambi was waiting as I stepped out of the bath to dry and powder me.Back in the bedroom, I put on a small peach babydoll that was waiting forme. Miss Susan, who was already in bed, motioned for me to lay down next to Her. The night was spent with me laying next to Miss Susan. Itfelt so good to be held in Her arms and feel Her warmth.The next morning after breakfast, I was taken to themedical room, which is in the birthing house. I was met by the staff doctor. She was like all the staff, tall, beautiful and very dominating. With Her normal stern doctor’s look, She ordered me atop the examination table. She then proceeded to examine me. After a couple hours of pokes, probes and several tests, She pronounced me to be healthy and clean and certified me as such. Returned to Miss Susan, I was to spend the next threeweeks in retraining.At night, I slept in Miss Susan’s suite, usually with Her inHer bed. During the day, I was remanded to the Training Mistress for training.This was special training requested by my new owner as I was fully trained.The training was as a little girl. From infant to teenager. From diapers tobraids and bobby socks. I was taught to be mommy’s little girl and how to be ateenage sexpot. And of course, Miss Susan had me practice on Her.The day after my training was completed, the House Overseer took me from Miss Susan’s room and led me to the breeding barn. For the next week I was paired off with several females, including girl. It was a shock forher to be bred by the one she had done so dirty. I was kept so busy, I didn’thave much time to think. But what thoughts I had were, is this the last time I have ‘normal’ sex.When Mistress Ivana was finished with my services as a breedslave, I was removed from the barn. I spent my last night on the farm in Miss Susan’s arms. The next morning, Miss Susan and I sat in the limoenroute to the airport. We were both dressed in conservative suits, Her’s was black with a white blouse, mine was pink with a pastel pink blouse. Her black leather purse carried not only a lady’s essentials, but also our passports, tickets, my paperwork and money. My purse of white leather contained only the essentials, brush, make-up, tissue and sanitary items. At the airport we were quickly processed through the ticket counter, immigration and passport control. Our tickets were for first class, soMiss Susan selected the last row of seats in the section for privacy and I was give the window seat with Her next to me on the aisle. For the next twelve hours, we held hands, talked like sisters and slept on each other’s shoulder. Much too quickly, it was over as the airplane began it’s descent into New York As soon as we had cleared customs, we were met by my new owner. She hugged Miss Susan and then She put Her arm around me and led us to Her limo. During the ride from Kennedy Airport, I sat between Miss Susan and my new Mistress. Mistress Beverly was an older lady who displayed a lot of class and style. If the limo didn’t tell me, Her clothing and home most certainly did tell me that She was WEALTHY. Miss Susan and Mistress Beverly talked (ignoring me totally) all the way from the airport to upper Manhatten. When the driver finally stopped, we were in front of Mistress Bevery’s townhouse. It screamed of MONEY and POWER. Four stories high, it had at least 3500 square feet of floor space. The three of us entered the house, walked down the hall and into the study. There I was stripped and Mistress Bevery undertook a complete and close inspection of Her new property, ME. When She was satisfied that all was in order, She signed the papers Miss Susan had removed from Her case and then gave Miss Susan an envolope. Miss Susan put the papers and the envolope back in Her case and left the room with Mistress Beverly. Before She left though, She hugged me and told me “Be a good girl, little one.” and then kissed me on the forehead. Mistress Beverly saw Her to the door and Her limo took Miss Susan back to the airport and the next flight home. When Mistress returned, She sat in a large overstuffed chair and pointed to the floor in front of Her where She wanted me to kneel. From the table beside Her, She produced a small chrome collar. It was open, but I couldn’t make out where or how it locked. Holding it in Her hand, before me, She proceeded to inform me of my new circumstances. “For the time being, I will call you sissy. However that might change. You will be not only my lady’s maid, but also my little girl. My only daughter is married and I miss her, so you will take her place when you are not performing your maidly duties. You will call me Ma’am at all time, except when my little girl you may call me Mother. Your room will be the nursery just off my room. When not performing your duties or being my little girl you will remain in your room. You will not lay on the bed but you may sit in the straight back chair in the room. Your duties are posted on the wall next to the door. In the closet you will find all the clothes you will need.For now you will only leave the house under my strict supervision. Now go to your room and prepare yourself.” With that I walked to my new room and dressed in a maid’s uniform. Then knelt in front of the door until Mistress Beverly entered. She then told me I only had to stand in Her presents. She then took me on a tour of the house. It was like many of the large houses I had been in before. The top floor was used for storage, a change from its earlier purpose as servants quarters. Except for one small room. At the far end of the narrow dim hallway was a locked door. Mistress Beverly unlocked the door and showed me the room. The room which was lit by a dim unshaded bulb, was bare except for a small wooden bench. From this bench hung a chain. The purpose of this room was made clear by Mistress. “You don’t ever want to be sent to this room. It will be very uncomfortable for you.” From that point my life was very much organized. During the day I was Mistress Beverly’s maid. Every day I woke Her up, bathed Her and helped Her dress. I prepared and served breakfast. After She left for the day, I cleaned the house and prepared the evening meal. After dinner I would dress in my evening clothes. These were generally little girl party dresses or tight micro mini. If Mistress was entertaining (and She did at least once a week) I remained in my role as Her maid and dressed in a short frilly black satin uniform. Next to the door in ‘my’ room a list was posted listing my weekly duties. EVERYDAY: Make the beds. Wash dishes, Straighten up, etc. MONDAY: Changing and washing the linen TUESDAY: The wash and ironing WEDNESDAY: Dusting THURSDAY: The floors FRIDAY: Clean the bathrooms and baking SATURDAY: As assigned SUNDAY: As assigned As one can see Monday through Friday were fairly straight forward. Any maid (hired or bought) would be familiar with these duties and the execution of them. Saturday and Sunday duties were open. I spent each day as either Mistress Beverly’s lady’s maid performing personal services or as Her little girl. During the week after dinner, I usually spent the evening as a little girl dressed in a party dress. These evening were saw me either with my head in Her lap or kneeling before Her as She taught Her ‘little girl’ all about woman love. At least once a week Mistress had guests for dinner. During these evening, I remained dressed as a maid. Although my uniform was a fancier satin and lace black uniform. In fact there were two uniforms. A short, blatantly sexy one that the hem stopped just below my crotch and a longer, more modest one which the hem stopped about 6 inches above my knees for straight parties. I would meet the guests at the door and take their hats and coats. Usually the guest were quite punctual so after about twenty minutes all the guests had arrived. When they had arrived I got their drink orders, so when I finished at the door I served the requested drinks. Most of the time before dinner was spent serving drinks. Occasionally I would malatya escort bayan go to the kitchen and check on the cooking. When it was ready I told Mistress Beverly, who announced that dinner was served. After seating the guests, I served dinner. Always serving from the left and takeing from the right. Depending on the type of guests, what I did after serving each course would vary. With straight guests, I would stand three feet behind Mistress and to her right and await further orders. With the ‘bent’ quests, I would perform whatever services demanded of me by my Mistress and Her guests. They ranged from just standing there to being a urinal for the guests. And just about everything else in between. After dinner was finished, Mistress and Her guests would retire to the library where I would serve apres dinner coffee and drinks. While they talked, I would clear the table and put the dishes in the sink for washing later. For the straight parties, I would then return to the library and freshen the guest’s drinks and otherwise make myself useful. For Mistress’s other guests, I would repair to the dungeon and prepare to serve as the evening’s entertainment. Sometimes, one of Mistress Beverly’s guests would bring one of their slaves and we would both be the entertainment. When I shared the spotlight with another slave, there was usually a contest or two. Usually sexual in nature. After many of the parties, I was given to one of the guests for the night. For anything they desired. After one such party, I was given to a lady friend of Mistress. She was 5′ 4″ and at least 250 pounds and I spent the night with my head buried between her thighs. Another time I was given to a male friend and I spent the night impaled on his maleness. The next morning my preformance is graded by Mistress’s guests and I am rewarded or punished as appropriate. For punishment, Mistress Beverly usually treated me like a little girl with over Her knee spanking. Depending on how severe the punishment, She would use either Her leather-gloved hand or a large hairbrush on my bare tush. I was required to stand before Mistress’s knees, pull down my panties, hold up the hems of my dress and petticoats, bend over my Mistress’s legs and count the strokes. After my discipline session, I was usually required to stand in a corner (Mistress Beverly’s choice) until Mistress released me, but never less than two hours. If Mistress was unsatisfied with me when we were out in public, She had no hesitation to put me over Her knee in public. Without fail, the other ladies would applaude my Mistress’s firm control of the help. If only they knew. My corner standing would then wait until we got home. Sometimes Mistress would rent me out to Her friends or friends of Her friends. Mostly as a maid, but sometimes as a sex slave. Usually just for the afternoon, but sometime over night or over the weekend. Occasionally She take me to a hotel lounge and make whore my ass for the night. Not that Mistress Beverly needed the money. She did it to exercise Her control over me. To show the world of Her control over me. And She reveled in it. While Mistress Beverly spent the summers in New York, She spent weekends on Fire Island. During the late fall She would travel to Palm Beach where we would stay until the end of November. She would then go to Aspen for the month of December. After New Years Day we would go to Palm Springs for the rest of the winter. Come spring Mistress would pack up and jet back to Palm Beach until May when She would come back to the city. I would go with Her every where and my lifestyle didn’t change one little bit. Until Mistress Beverly’s daughter, Tanya moved in with us one June day. Miss Tanya was a very attractive, tall (5’6″), blonde in Her late twenties. When She moved in, She had just divorced Her Husband for adultery, was 7 months pregneiate and very very bitter. For the next two months, She made my life a living hell. When the baby came, my life became extermely busy. Now I not only had to care for my Mistress and Her daughter, but also a baby girl. What little sleep I got was very welcomed. I was now not only a maid, but also a nanny, a nurse-maid and an au-pair. The three of them ran me into the ground. Miss Tanya was still very bitter and treated me very harshly. She was for all intents and purposes my new Mistress. I saw very little of Mistress Beverly and She took very little interest in me. Then one day about six months after the baby came Mistress Beverly called me into Her bedroom. “Girl, I know my daughter has been taking her bitterness out on you. I also know she hates you and all you represent. You have been a good girl for me and I don’t wish for you to be hurt without reason. I believe your position here has become untendiable. Also there is too much work for one girl. So I have decided to get another girl from the farm. But instead of just one girl, I am going to get two real girls and trade you in. Tomorrow I am going to the farm and I will take you with me. However, you will spend the night with me. I promise it will be one of the most enjoyable you’ve had in a long time. That night was my last night with Mistress Beverly and it was the most unforgettable night I had in a long time. The next morning saw Mistress Beverly and I at JFK airport and on our way to Eastern Europe. Mistress Beverly on Her way to buy two new slaves and me to a new chapter in my life. I did not stay at the farm very long. In fact it was only one night.That night I was stripped and hosed down. After I was collared, I was thencaged forthe night. The next morning I was auctioned off again. It wentalmost 100% like the last time. Just my chain sisters were different.When the bidding had finished, I was led from the auction block and takento the shipping room, where I was readied for shipment. My ride to my newhome was a large shipping crate in which I was enclosed. I had no ideawere I was until I was released from the crate several days later. It wasthen I saw my new Mistress and new home for the first time. My newMistress was like my previous Mistresses and yet very different. MistressSonja was 5 feet 8 inches tall with blonde hair over Her shoulders. Fullfigured with a 37″ hips, 22 inch waist and 38C chest. She weighted in at125 pounds. With Her long legs, She was a fashion model, a very famous andhighly paid model. She was 23 years old so She was much younger than myprevious Mistresses. Also while She was also rich, She was the only one whoworked for Her money. And She worked hard.My new home was in New York City when my Mistress worked as a model. Thehouse was a midtown Manhattan townhouse. It was a three story house withthe first floor was strictly for public entertainment and business.Mistress had her office there and entertained business associates andguests in the livingroom. The second floor was set for everyday living. Aden at the front, a kitchen in the rear and a dining room off the kitchen.Upstairs on the third floor were Mistress Sonja’s bedroom, a guest bedroom,two bathrooms and dressing rooms and off Mistress’s bedroom my littlebedroom. My room was not more than a small closet and contained my small,hard bed and built-in drawers. And not much more. The house was situated ona side street so it was much quieter that one imagines New York to be.The duties were as before with Mistress Beverly. Except I was almost neverused sexually. Mistress Sonja had several lovers so She only used me whenShe was frustrated or to reward me (almost never). When Mistress was out oftown for the weekend or on assignment, She loaned me to her lovers. Thesemen took delight in their use of me. Both domestic and sexual.For almost a year i served Mistress Sonja when my life was changed again.I was cleaning Mistress’s bathroom when i heard glass breaking downstairs.When I investigated I saw three people in jeans and leather jackets goingthrough Mistress’s desk. As i turned to call the police, i was caught byanother biker. She was the largest woman I ever saw. At 6’4″, sheweighted every bit of 200 pounds and all of it muscle. She was also thedirtiest, smelliest, cruelest and meanest woman I ever met.”What have we here? Our host has a maid/slave.This is the most valuable thing here.”With that I was hogtied and blindfolded. Something, I think it was ablanket, was thrown over me and I was carried out of the house. Placing mein what I believe was a van with what little they took from Mistress, theyclosed the doors with a bang and the vehicle started to move. Some timelater it slowed down and then stopped. The doors were opened and I wasremoved from the van and the blanket was removed. My blindfold was removedand my mouth was gagged with a couple pairs of Mistress’s finest pantiesjammed into my mouth. I was surprised to see my captures were women’smotorcycle gang, a lesbian biker gang. They all were dressed in jeans andleather, greasy, dirty and smelly. My legs were cut free and my outerclothes were ripped from my body. I was then thrown over a nearby bike andmy legs were spread and tied. While I watched, they put on latex pantiesthat had built-in dildos, both in and outer. My panties were ripped off andthey expressed surprise at my additional equipment. It did little to slowthem down and soon they were taking turns r****g my ass with they hardrubber dicks. I would lose consciousness and they would use a bucket ofwater on me and they would continue. It continued until I could see themorning sunlight on the floor.Later I was released and locked in a metal cabinet. For the next severaldays, when I wasn’t being used by the bikers I was locked in the cabinet. Iwas never allowed to clean up or be alone. The use included not only sexbut beatings, humiliation, service, etc. Early one night, the leader pulledme into her lap and fondling my tits told me what they were going to do tome.”cunt, the papers said the robbers had inside helpfrom the maid, you. So you are now a wanted criminal.You have a choice, you can leave, but in your presentstate you will be picked up very shortly or you canstay with us. If you stay you will work. Your ass willbe on the street working. We will protect, feed, cloth andshelter you. You will have value. Make your choice. NOW”What could I do? I stayed.That night I was dressed in a tight sheath dress in red and heelsand was out working the lower Manhattan street. I was required to earn aminimum amount of money. It was different every night. More on weekends andconvention nights. I also had a minimum number of clients. Every eveningI was dropped off on a street corner by one of the bikers and every morningI was picked up by one. Before I could go to bed in my cabinet, I had toturn over all my money to the leader. I had to account for all my clients,how much they paid, my much in tips and how much I stole. If I was short ofthe minimums or lied (they had me watched) I was punished. It varied. for aminor offense I was pissed on. For more serious offenses, I was not allowedto eat all day. That was hurt me more than anything else because of mysmall waist and no body fat. For the most serious offenses, I was whippedwith care taken not to damage me.Every night was much the same. All my clients were men. Since I made itclear I was only into blowjobs, I was not found out. It also gave me a veryactive cliental as most men were looking for blowjobs. Most of them werelower and middle class white but there were some rich men and blacks. I didmy job in by the hour rooms, in cars, alleys and once at the curb. Theother girls on the street dressed alike. Most of them did not do blowjobs,so there was little competition as a matter of fact they refereed men tome. There were black ones, whites, oriental, small, big, fat, blonde, redhead, etc. In short a cross section of womanhood.You ask what about the cops? They were there. They did not bother us muchas long as we didn’t roll our clients or did anything in public. But therewas a payback. The cops would pick up a hooker or two and take them to acop party where the hooker were the party favors. The vice cops weredifferent. At the parties they would use us like any other cop, but on thestreet that didn’t cut any ice. One night a dude in a caddy convertiblestops at my corner and negotiates an agreement for services. At the motelroom, I was arrested for prostitution and take downtown for booking.I was one of several girls taken in this sting. New York’s mayor was one alaw and order kick. It was an election year and the liberals were cryingfor law and order. At the station, I was id’ed as the maid wanted inMistress Sonja’s robbery and I was booked for the robbery as well asprostitution. After the booking, I was turned over to the jail matrons andtaken to a back room. There I was strip searched and my body cavity wassearched. The matrons were not too surprised at my sexual orientation. Thematrons were no beauty queens by a long shot. They both were in theirthirties and at least 50 pounds over weight. Their uniforms were sloppy anddid not fit well, they did not give the image of dominance. When one of thematron went to get me a uniform, the other one pushed me to my knees andpulled my head between her legs. I had been there enough to know what shewanted from me. The lack of panties on her part only confirmed it. Hercrotch smelled and was very hairy. The other matron returned before I wasfinished and the two switched places. When finished, I was allowed todress. The uniform was nothing more than a medium length sleeveless shift,made of cotton and washed out blue in color. They allowed me noundergarments and no shoes. I was then taken to a cell. Instead of puttingme with the other hookers, I was put in a large cell with several otherwomen who I was told were there for violent crimes, murder, assault,robbery, etc. The matron escorted me to my bunk. As soon as the cell doorclosed several women surrounded my bunk and held me down. As I tried to calout another woman sat on my mouth. My dress was pulled up. Until Breakfasttime, several hours later, I was used by everyone in the cell, until theywere satisfied.After we were fed, we were taken to a shower room and allowed to clean up.More liberties were taken with me by both the prisoners and the matrons.Mid morning, I was given underwear and shoes and taken to the courthouse. Iwas questioned by the police and the DA where I told my story. Afterseveral questions from the police, the robbery detail left and MistressSonja entered. As the door closed behind the DA, She slapped me severaltimes, yelled at me and called me a ungrateful little whore. I wrappedmyself around her legs crying and begging Her forgiveness. Soon She settleddown and started comforting me.”I heard your whole story and I understand you didn’thave a lot of choice. The police have found the bikersand enough of my property to arrest them. They’ll bein jail for awhile.”The DA reentered with a matron and I was taken to the court room. Standingbefore the judge I wasn’t afraid as the DA read the charges. All was rightin my world because Mistress Sonja had forgiven me. The trial was veryshort. The DA dropped the robbery charges and allowed that the prostitutioncharges were my first offense and I was forced to do it. The judge was anolder gentleman. He had me taken to his chambers to question me himself.There he sat down in his office chair and had me kneel before him.”You know what to do girl. Do a good job and you’ll get alight sentence. A bad job and you’ll spend a year in thecell you spent last night in. I want to show you pity, butyou must give me a reason to.”What else could I do? Thirty minutes later, we left the judge’s chambersand he pronounced my sentence. Time served and one year probation. Takenback to jail, my uniform was taken from me and I dressed in the clothing Iwas arrested in. But not before these two matrons played with me forawhile. Mistress Sonja was waiting for me at the front door and She took mehome. That night I spent the night in Her bed serving Her and tell Mistressall that happened. Soon all was back to normal, although Mistress seemed totreat me a little more coldly. Or so I thought.One evening a large white man who was well dressed came to the door.Mistress Sonja greeted him and took him into Her office and closed thedoor. I didn’t get to concerned and thought he was a client of Mistress.Some time later when they left the office I was called to them. As I kneltbefore them my heart almost stopped when Mistress Sonja coldly told theman,”Take her the slut’s all yours.”He dragged me kicking and crying to his limo. When we arrived at his home,I was taken upstairs and placed in a sparsely furnished bedroom and lockedin. Later that evening, my new owner, Master James, entered the room. I waspulled over His knee and spanked for embarrassing him outside MistressSonja’s. While still over His knee I was informed about my new position.”Slut, I now own you. I run a high class string of girl. Yes I’m a pimp.But I only run very high class call girls. And I do mean high classexclusive and very expensive. While most of my girls are employees, a feware like you, slaves. While I do not pay them, I feed, cloth, and shelterthem. When they are not humping, they work here, doing jobs like cleaning,phones, office work, etc. You are not allowed to contact Mistress Sonja.She has leased you to me for a long term. She was very upset with you.”For the next month, I worked in the house. Mostly cleaning and cooking, butI also worked in the office and answered the phones. Answering the phones,got me into trouble. One slow night, I called Mistress Sonja and talkedwith Her for several minutes begging Her to take me back and promising tobe very good, etc. Within the hour, Master James pulls me from the officeand downstairs into the cellar. For the next two days I was whipped withrubber whips, starved and otherwise punished. Mistress Sonja had calledMaster James and informed Him of my disobedience. Soon I was working at mynew profession as a high class call girl. I was kept at the house until aclient called and then I was taken to the caller by chauffeur driven limo.I was always well dressed. Always expensive, classy, conservative and verytight. My fee was $1000 a pop, all night was more. I was expected to bevery good, in more ways that one.The chauffeur was a tall, well built and very dark black man. His muscleswere there for a purpose, to protect Master James’s investment. The limowas a long white caddy with very dark windows. He always waited for me andtreated me, in public, with the respect one would expect. Privately not sonice.My clients were the rich and famous, both domestic and international. Afterall this is New York City. They were both men and women. Their onlysimilarity was that they were all very kinky. They were into she-males,bondage, discipline, water sports and other fun things. My services weresold to some very surprising people. Like the television preacher who isinto have a tv maid clean his room and then r****g her. Or the televisionheart throb who took me on a date to a very nice Italian restaurant and hadme give him a blowjob under the table. My hours were 24 hours a day sevendays a week. Late morning to early afternoon were the quietest. More soduring the weekdays.Master James’s house was a detached house in upper Manhattan. The neighbor-hood was very exclusive. Read very expensive. Upstairs, the bedrooms werebroken into many small rooms. There was only two small beds and two chestof drawers. Two girls were assigned to each room. No sexual interaction wasallowed. For two reasons. One we were almost always too tired. MasterJames doesn’t make money if we aren’t on our backs. Second, the punishmentwas not pleasant. A steel chastity belt was locked on for a week the firsttime. Even when working. So one didn’t get too many thumbs ups.When we aren’t on our backs, we do other duties. Cleaning, mending andcooking. We clean everything. Laundry, dishes, dusting, bathrooms, bedroomsand even do windows. Every night Master James selects a girl to serve Himfor the night. From experience, I can tell you she gets a very throughworkout. She works harder in His bed than all night with the clients.Master James will use any hole big enough to fit, even ears and nose ifthey were big enough.One night Master James got a call from a new client for several girls toentertain at a company party. Only the best would do, price was no object.When we got there, several well dressed men were present. They starteddancing with us then took us one by one into a smaller off room. When eachof us got into the room, we then found out we were arrested forprostitution. They had several video cameras in each room so they had usdead to rights. Each of us were cuffed, frisked (by male officers who gotoff on it), marandized and taken down stairs.At the front door, our coach, a paddy wagon, awaited us. On the way to thedowntown jail, several police officers, both male and female, had their waywith us. Two officers had me service their night sticks at both ends. Godthey were big. At a stop light they rotated guards. Two K-9 officers usedmy mouth to suck off their dogs. Downtown, we were booked and allowed ourone telephone call. We would spend the night in jail, because we were notable to get into night court. The jail was one of the oldest publicbuildings still in use. The older architecture was cold and forbidding,like it was foretelling it’s use. I was thrown into a large dark cell thatwas full of prisoners. Before they left, the two guards ****d me, using mefor their lust and entertainment. When they were gone, the dykes took overso I spent the remainder of the night satisfying their lusts. After asleepless night, I was taken with the rest of the girls to the showers.While we washed up for court, the male guards got their jollies watchingus. Plus copping free feels. Following that we dressed and prepared forcourt. We were lined up and marched into a large police van. We were notfed breakfast. And off we went to court.When I was led into the court room and I saw the judge, I just knew I wasin very deep shit. It was the same judge as last time.”Girl, the last time you were in front of me, youpromised I would never see you here again. But hereyou are. You nothing more than a worthless tramp. Ihereby find you guilty of charges of prostitution,resisting arrest, assaulting a police office andviolation of probation. You will spend not less thanone year for each charge at the county work farm. Anything less than 100% on your part will increase yoursentence. Guard, take this slut to my chambers so I canmore fully impart my disappointment in her actions.NEXT!”I was escorted by a sheriff to the judge’s chambers and locked in. About anhour later the judge entered. After removing his robes, the judge slid thefingers of his right hand into my hair, then making a fist he gain totalcontrol of my body. With his left hand, he undid the belt and drop histrousers. Stepping out of them, he walked backwards toward his desk and satin his chair. All the while he pulled me with him and into his crotch. Eventhe dumbest blonde could figure out what was expected. And I proceeded withvigor. It was dark outside by the time the judge had finished admonishingme and the guard led me in heavy chains to the prison van. I was tossed inand the door was locked. It was unlit inside, but I can tell you that itwas bare metal with a bench on the right side. It was also unheated andvery cold. Sometime after the trip started, the van stopped and the doorwas opened. The guard and a matron pulled me from the back and dragged meby the shoulders to a small shack. Inside I was thrown to the floor andleft.The next morning, the door to my temporary cell was opened and instepped a tall woman who introduced herself as the warden. A guard escortedme to the warden’s office. Once there the warden interviewed me and myfile. And then told me a little about the farm and it’s rules. The farm waslarge by agricultural standards almost 200 thousand acres. It wassurrounded by a 20 foot high cyclone fence that was topped by razor wire.Around the compound, there were several guard towers that were manned 24hours a day seven days a week. On the out areas there were a few towers andthey were manned only when there were prisoners in the fields. The ruleswere very simple and easy to remember even for a blonde.1. Obey every command and order.2. Work hard.3. Keep clean.4. Wear the proper uniform.The punishment varies and is very strict and swift. Each girl is assigned ajob on the farm. The best duties are in the kitchen or in the staffquarters. The worst duties are in the barns. I was assigned to the fieldsand issued a uniform. It was a pair of cutoffs two sizes too small, ashort tank top a size too small and a pair of canvass sneakers.My first job assignment was carrying a water bucket. I walked aboutthe field watering the other girls. The guards had their own canteens. Whenmy bucket was low I walk to the water truck that was parked between fieldsand filled my bucket. I was a little slow the first day, so the guardordered me to remove my sneakers. The rest of the day was spent walkingbare footed. By the end of the day my feet were sore and blistered. Thework day ran from 7AM to 7PM six days a week. Sunday we were off unless onewas being punished. That night I hobbled into my new home for the next fouryears. It was a military style barracks with large bays. Each bay wasseparated by chain link fence from the others. Twenty bunks were arrangedin rows in each bay. The bed were metal framed, with a thin lumpy mattressand a thread bare blanket. There were several rings welded in severalplaces on each bed. I knew what the were for as I had seen them before. Mybed was in the far corner. As I laid down totally exhausted, Several of thelarger girls jumped on me and held me down. Stripping me, they used me fortheir pleasure, such as it was. The pecking order was much like a maleprison. The larger prisoners use the smaller ones. The smaller, prettierones find a mama to protect them in exchange for services.There were other duties. The guards had first crack at the girlsafter the warden. One took a liking to me and had me assigned to her asher maid. After working all day in the fields, I would go the her rooms andservice her. She used my mouth mostly. She did like foot massages andback rubs. Once and awhile, she put on a strap-on, tie me down and fuck meanally. One night while she had the duty, I was tied over the foot of mybed. The warden entered the bay wearing a rain coat. She opened it and allshe was wearing was a pair of dildo panties with the largest black dildo Ihad seen in a long time. She wasted no time using it on me. After sheorgasimed for the last time, she pulled out, closed her coat and walkedout. One day I was assigned for the day to the field kitchen. The fieldkitchen prepared the meals for the field crews. The cook was a large uglyman who seemed intent on undressing me. Finally after the meals wereserved, he pulled down my cutoffs, threw me into the mud, jumped on me andafter prying my legs apart ****d me. After he was sated, he cleanedhimself off in my hair, and walked away. I spent the afternoon cleaningthe kitchen and myself.The guards were mostly cut from the same mold. They were tall andheavy, most were over 5’9” and weighed at least 160 pounds. Mean, theyliked to whip the girls for the slightest thing. Beatings were the norm.Dildo **** was also a normal activity. The guards uniform was militarystyle, dark blue with lots of leather.The warden was very tall, six feet tall in fact and very slim. Asize 12. She was very attractive, looking like a model with an innocentface. But that face hid a very cruel streak. She loved to tease theprisoners. She loved whipping and caning the girls. She orgasmed on thesite of blood running down one of her victims. You could see her shudderfrom it. At night she would fist fuck her girl for the night. She dress wasvery conservative. Suits that were very school marmish. She was a flamingdyke. She loved to take young pretty prisoners especially new ones and ****them with her extra large strap-on dildo. When they were no new prisoners,she had a roster of mama’s girls she would pick from for a night ofpleasure, for her. Hell for the girl. Before long, I was assigned to herquarters as her maid and housekeeper. While my daily duties kept me busy,they didn’t keep me as busy as my nightly duties. During the day, I cleanedthe quarters, laundry, dishes and what ever else the Warden decided.Usually during the day a guard would bring a girl around and lock her in acloset. When this happened, I knew my nightly duties would be fairly light.When it don’t happen, my night would be a long a painful one. After officehour, I would bath the Warden and prepare her for the evening’sfestivities. After she opened the locked closet, I would take the girl intothe bathroom and clean her for her night with the warden. I would help herdress in a sexy outfit to excite the warden. Following that, I would leadthe girl into the warden’s bedroom and then retire for the night. I wasassigned a small room in the Warden’s quarters. In reality, it was not muchmore than a larger than normal closet. I would lie there shiveringlistening to the cries and screams throughout the night. Early the nextmorning, I would drag the girl from the room, clean her up and turn herover to the guard outside the door. The girl would then be taken to theinfirmary where she was medically cleaned up and then she spent the nextweek in the discipline facility. After she had healed up, she would beplaced into the general population when everyone knew what had happened.Her records would show a failed escape attempt and her sentence would beadjusted accordingly. A punishment for being young and pretty. When thewarden used me, she loved using her extra large dildo in my ass andwhipping my ass with a weighted crop. I would cry and scream much like theother girls. However, she didn’t abuse as much as the others, probablybecause her quarters wouldn’t get cleaned the next day. Maybe because sinceshe had me before, I didn’t excite her as much. A few months later, I wasresigned to the warden’s office as a secretary. My duties during the daywere much like any other secretary anywhere else in the world. After officehours I spent the night in the guards’ quarters. I was not assigned a roomof any type but that didn’t matter as I spent the night in the bed of whatever guard who’s fancy I took. These were some of the most comfortablenights I had spent in a very long time. There was not much more than oralsex. After cleaning up in the morning I would go back to the office foranother full day of work.There was a large farm house just outside the fence. In fact theback wall was against the fence itself. A couple of time I wondered why itwas there, but I didn’t give it much thought. I found out for myself afterworking in the office for a couple months. The warden called me into heroffice and had me kneel before her.”Girl, you have done good work here and I sorry I have tolose you. But you now have a new assignment. I know yousomewhat different than the other girls, but it willmatter little there. You are being assigned to the farm-house. Yes, I know you have wondered about it and now youwill know. The reason it wasn’t torn down was that it isa money making enterprise for the farm. It is a whorehouse.Any pretty slut who has been here for awhile and is properlybroken in is assigned there for the rest of her term. Ifit isn’t long enough or she is a real money maker her termis extended by escape attempts. I predict that your termthere will be very long indeed. GUARD! Take this slut whoreaway.”With that I was taken to the farmhouse and turned over to the madam. Thislady was a older lady who was at least 60 pounds overweight. I was given avery quick tour of the place and told the rules. And the rules were verysimple.1. Turn all money over the madam. Including tips.2. No escape attempts permitted.3. Not allowed outside without an escort.4. Responsible for other duties5. Keep clean at all times.6. ObeyThe penalties were severe. Whipping with a rubber whip were the norm.Didn’t want damaged merchandise.I was assigned a small room on the third floor. It was just bigenough to hold a small metal frame bed and a narrow dresser. The dresserheld a tin wash bowl and a pitcher. My work day was 24 hours a day and thework week was seven days a week. When we were not working customers orother duties we could sleep. If we didn’t perform up to snuff the madamwould encourage us with her rubber whip. Once was definitely enough. Theclients were all men, usually lower class working men. The fees were paidto the madam usually, but we weren’t paid at all. Most of the servicesperformed were suck and fuck. But the was a lot of S&M, there was a largeroom available on the first floor for those into it. It was fully equippedwith whips, crops, chains, etc. Any girl who went into that room was giventime off to recover. Next door was a room for those into watersports. Itcontained a bathtub, a tiled floor with a drain and a toilet mounted on alow wooden platform. Girls used here were not given time off, but wereexpected to clean up fully before working the next client.Once a week we were examined by a doctor from the work farm, as wellas daily inspections by the madam. One night I had just finished servicinga client. He was a 250 pound truck driver who hadn’t wash for a week andliked using the Hershey bar highway. As I walked down the stairway towardthe lounge, where we waited for clients, I saw the madam talking to a verywell dressed foreigner. The swarthy look and the London cut clothing gavehim away. He was wearing a very well mad tailor made suite and a lot (for aman) of gold jewelry. He took me to my room and used me anally and orallyand then had me dress in my uniform. Upon standing up, he handcuffed mebehind my back and led me down the stairs and out the door. But not beforedr****g an overcoat over my shoulders. Outside was an unmarked police carinto which I was place, in the back seat. The ride was to an expensivehotel where I was removed from the car and taken to a suite of rooms. Iwas stripped and allowed to wash up. After that I was handcuffed in the bedand the man climbed into the bed.The next morning, I again cleaned up and then dressed into theclothing the man a supplied. They were very chic, well made and fit verywell. After I dressed, the man had me rise my skirt and drop my panties. Hethen installed a chastity belt on me which he lock securely. Before we leftthe room he restrained my wrists behind me with a pair of handcuffs. In thelobby, we were met by a plain clothes police office and led to anotherunmarked police car. Placing me in the back, the officer got in after mewhile the man got in the front. And off we went. During the drive theofficer fondled my breasts and then he pulled my head into his crotch wherehis cock was exposed and waiting. As we drove onto the airport, he explodedinto my mouth. I had just finished cleaning him up when we rolled to a stopat the international terminal. Both police officers shook hands with theman, the one in back patted my head and they drove off.Inside the terminal, he led me toward the gate area. At security, heshowed an ID of some sort and we went through although my handcuffs set offthe alarms. At the counter of a well known foreign airline, he handed aticket folder to the agent, who handed him two boarding passes. When theagent gave the preboarding announcement we got on the aircraft. It was awide-body aircraft so we had a row to ourselves. The window for me and anaisle for him. Of course it was in coach. It was a long trip and I fellasleep shortly after dinner. It was one of the better meals I had eaten ina long time. I would have loved to see the movie. It was about this womanplaying a man playing a woman. But he would not allow me a set ofearphones. So I fell asleep. As the airplane started it’s final descentinto our destination, I awoke. We sat in the aircraft until the otherpassengers got out, then we followed. The customs and immigration agentsmet us on the jetway. When the man showed a paper to them they stood asideand let us pass as we walked down the stairs leading to the ramp. There along dark limo was waiting. The driver was holding the door open. He wastall, over 6 feet, and dressed in a black uniform. I was placed in back andthe door was closed. The driver got in and off we drove. The man didn’t getin. What was going on?More than a hour later I found out as we drove through the gate. Itwas Mistress Ivana’s slave farm. I was home, or as much of home as I nowhad. The limo glided to a stop at the front door of the house. There I wasmet by Mistress Susan, who led me into the house and into an office, heroffice. There I found out why I was back.”Slut, I have been following your adventures since you lefthere. And had decided you were now ready to return. To tellthe truth, I very much enjoyed your use and service. Sinceyou left the last time, I have become Mistress Ivana’a heirapparent with an office and a staff of my own. You werepurchased by me to become a member of my staff. I now ownyou fully and completely. Of course you will serve my fully,as always. Your duties will vary, but they will be interesting.”With that my life changed to what it is now. I am Mistress Susan personalslut. I serve and service only her. After she and Mistress Ivana make loveI clean her out with my tongue. There are many personal duties for me toperform. She sometimes loans me to friends and clients, but mostly I amused only by her. During the day, I work at the school. I assist theinstructors by being a monitor, or a model or as a demonstration piece.When there are clients to show around, Mistress Susan has me guide them.They get a thrill out being guided by a former student who can give them anexcellent insight on what is going on with the students. The majority of mywork is as a secretary/receptionist for Mistress Susan. I spent my daychained to my desk and not figuratively. When I am needed elsewhere or myduties there are done, I am unchained and sent to other duties. I am keptvery busy, but that is how it should be. It also helps to keep me fromremembering how I was and how I got this way. I don’t miss it, any of it. Ilove myself as I am and I love my new life. I love Mistress Susan. I havebeen begging Her to allow me to have a new operation to have a fullyfunctional pussy. She still refuses me. She said I am not a full female andnever will be. Maybe someday.

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