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Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Amber"
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Amber -- Part 1
by Sissy, property of Mistress Sam
*****
It started with unemployment, mine. My benefits were running out and I spe
nt most of the day seeking work. Sunday morning I was scanning the 'HELP
WANTED' ads, when under domestic an ad catch my eye.
"Houseboy wanted. Must be clean, honest and hard working.
Room, board and uniforms provided. Call XXX-XXXX for
an interview."
Being a submissive personality, it was a dream come true. I called the number a
t once.
A sleepy voice answered, "Yes". "I'm sorry I am calling in regards to your
ad. I'll call back later." "NO, we can talk now. Tell me about yourself."
"I am a 25 year old white male with a BS in business. I'm 5 foot seven, 14
5 pounds, blue eyes and brown hair. Computer literate."
"Why are you interested in this job. This position is very beneath you."
"I was laid off six months ago due to the economy and my unemployment bene
fits are about used up. Your ad interests me and not only just the pay
and benefits."
"Interesting. I will interview you this afternoon at 3 PM at my home." And
he then gave me the address.
Five to three, saw me knocking on the door. A girl about my age, dressed i
n a maid's uniform answered the door.
"Yes"
"I'm here for an interview"
"You're expected . Follow me please."
She lead me down the hall to the den. Knocking on the open door, she annou
nced me "Master Charles, the houseboy interviewee."
"Enter" was the response. I entered the den. It was darkly lit and
made darker by the dark wood paneling on the walls. As my eyes adjusted to the
room, I saw my potential employer. He was 6'3" about 190 pounds, well built.
Not a bodybuilder build but very attractive. Medium length black hair
framed his clean sh aven face.
He wordlessly measured me up visually. Then we talked for over an hour wit
h me standing across the desk from him. We talked about many things,
school, interes ts, hobbies, even girls and sex. He then made a comment
about dipping the pen in the company ink not being allowed.
"Do you want the position?"
"Yes Sir"
"You'll do, GIRL" When the maid entered she was instructed to show
me my room and around the house. "You will find that I will call you
boy, it is not an insult, just a fact of life. And you will call me Master Char
les. Now off you go. When you're done come back here."
Girl, I quickly found out her name was Jan, took me to my room which was
on the third floor. The kitchen and public areas were on the ground floor.
They were very conservatively, tastefully and expensively done. Up the
ornate stairway to the second floor we went. There were five bedroom
suites on this floor, the largest of which was Master Charles'. Each suite
had it's own private bath with a large sunken tub, marble vanities and
bidets. Each sitting room was light and airy with overstuffed chairs and
sofas. And a large screen tv.
The stairway to the third floor was at the rear of the house. This was the
stairway the help had to use normally. On the first floor it was just off
the kitchen. It was carpeted with indoor/outdoor carpet (Not for us, but
to keep the noise down) and while not narrow was nowhere near as wide as the
formal stairway.
Entering the hallway, I saw a carpeted (for noise, not us) floor, white
dead end walls and two doors on each side. My room was on the left side. My
room was more of an efficiency apartment than a room. It had a private
bath with a shower stall rather than a tub. A rather clean and efficient
design. The room itself held a twin bed with painted steel head and foot
boards, a night stand with lamp and phone and a desk and chair. Between
the bathroom and closet was a built-in drawers. No tv or radio. Next to
the door was an intercom panel with room lights.
Jan then explained the rules:
1. Except for our day off we were to be available 24 hours a day.
2. No food or drink in rooms.
3. No radios or tv's.
4. Keep rooms clean.
5. Be discreet and quiet.
6. Be respectful.
That finished, she led me back to Master Charles in the den.
His only question was "Well" with arched eyebrows.
"Yes Sir, I do want this job."
"When can you start?"
"I can start right now, however since this is a live-in situation I
would like a week to close up my apartment and sell everything.."
"Do you have a car?"
"Yes Sir"
"You will not need it here. So you better sell it."
"Yes Sir."
A week later, I had sold most everything and had moved into the room at
Master Charles home and settled in. My duties were varied. I was responsible
for washing and waxing Master Charles auto. His Mercedes sedan and his
Porche. He seemed to want me to massage his neck, back and feet every
evening. Since Jan was the cook as well as the maid, I served Master Charles
his meals, got his papers, mixed his drinks, fetch and put his clothes away.
Things were going along well for a couple months. One Wednesday night (Wed
nesday being my day off) I was sitting on my bed reading my new TV magazine
(I was a closet tv at the time) when Master Charles entered my room and
grabbed my magazine. With a slap he put me to the floor. "You little
perverted faggot. No wonder you wanted this job. Girl told me about seeing
your magazines. So you little pervert you want to be a girl." I just
rolled up into a ball, cried and begged for forgiveness.
"You look enough like a girl, you act and sound like a girl. As far as
I am concerned you're a girl." With that he grabbed me by the hair, ripped
off my shorts and threw me across the back of the desk chair. "GIRL" As
Jan entered Master Charles tied me to the chair. With his belt he beat my
ass until I was screaming.
"Girl wax off this slut's body hair and thin out her eye brows. Also trim
her hair into a more fem hairdo. When you're done call me. If it gives
you any problems you can punish her or call me." With that Master Charles
left. Jan untied me, pulled me onto my bed a nd then retied me to the
bed. Now I knew why those head and foot boards were used for. she then started
to pour hot wax over my body. Before she started to pull it off, Jan
reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panties. "I don't want you
to disturb Master Charles" as she stuffed her wet panties into
my mouth
Ninety painful minutes later, she had finished. My eyebrows weren't much
better. releasing me, Jan then tied me in the chair, where she styled my
hair saying it wasn't really long enough to style properly, but it would
come later. Before calling Master Charles, Jan painted my finger and toe
nails bright whore red. Master Charles returned a few minutes after Jan
called and spent several minutes looking me over.
"Excellent, she'll do. Boy if you want to stay in my employ will sign
this agreement. A slave agreement."
It was a dream come almost true. I signed.
"Girl will train you in the girly arts, your new duties, etc. You will
learn quickly." Pulling a leather device from his pocket, Master Charles
stuffed my cock and balls into a pouch and locked it.
"This belongs to me now. It is for my pleasure NOT yours. Since boy
no longer fits your new status you will now be called Slut. This is no
longer your room. You are now assigned to the room connected to girl's.
Until otherwise told, you will obey both me and girl. Tomorrow Girl, you
will measure Slut for her new clothes. I'll tell you what to get
tomorrow. Take this slut to her room and tie her to her bed. During her
training you may use slut for your sexual pleasure. You may not reciprocate.
Good night girls."
With that he left. Jan led me across the hall to my new room.
Except for a canopy bed, pastel paint colors and a bath tub, the room was
no different from my old room. Jan tied me on my back spread eagle to the
bed. Then kneeling over my face, she fingered herself until her breath
got short, then she dropped her crotch to my mouth. "You know what to
do." Once satisfied, she got off the bed and with a "Sleep tight." enter
her room and went to bed.
Something wet suddenly started to smother me. It was Jan giving me my wake
-up call. I put my tongue to work until she again was satisfied. She led
me to the bathroom where I took a scented bubble bath and cleaned up. I
rubbed lotion over my body and put on the white hi-cut panties Jan handed
me. Back in my room, Jan tied my limbs to the canopy posts. She measured
me. Boy did she measure me. She measured everything. Then she left me there and
went back into her room. A couple hours latter, she came back into my
room, with her arms full of shopping bags.
Coming behind me, girl put a corset around me and started lacing me up.
the corset kept contracting until I started to take short rapid breathes. Jan
released me and finished dressing me in stockings, heels, slip and a dress.
During the rest of the day, I did Jan's job cleaning the bathrooms and
oven, while she supervised.
When Master Charles arrived home I reverted to my own duties, but as a
housegirl. That night Jan and I returned to my room where I was instructed in
the art of makeup . After a couple hours of face painting, Jan had me change
into a pink nightie. But the corset was not removed, it wasn't even loosened.
Finally, she attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles and tied me to the bed
again. Before she left the room, I again performed the duties she expected of
me.
The next morning after the same wake-up call, Jan released me to clean up
and prepare myself. Returning from the bathroom, girl tightened the
corset then allowed me to put on the clothes she had laid out. We then
went to the kitchen where we prepared and I served Master Charles his
breakfast. Afterwards while I was cleaning up, Master Charles talked
with girl. Soon he left for the day and girl and I ate our breakfast.
While girl had cereal, coffee and juice, I was only allowed a slice of
dry toast and juice. All the while she kept up her correction of my
motions and actions to make me more lady-like. Upon finishing and cleaning up,
Jan led me to the garage, where we got into a two year old american
sedan. I was concerned about being seen, but she calmed me down with a
touch of her hand upon my painted cheek.
We arrived at a downtown medical building and girl led me to the elevator.
It was obvious she had been here before. It was still early and few
people were about. At the fifth floor, we got off and we entered an
office. Despite the hour, the doctor was waiting f or us. He directed
us into an examination room. "Girl you're about due for your annual exam,
so strip down. Slut stand there and observe what is about to happen to you.
Yes, I know all about you and your status." When he finished with girl
including a full pelvic exam, he had me strip and sit on the examination
table. At the end of the exam, my feet were placed in the stirrups and
locked in with tape. The doctor the took the leather pouch between my
legs and squeezed it. Within a couple minutes my cock and balls swelled
to painfully fill the pouch. "ahhh, ahhh please stop, pleaseeeeee" My
right arm was grabbed and held down while the doctor took three large
tubes of blood. I was then released from the table, but before I was
allowed to dress the doctor took several photos of me and measured my
body. Then I was bent over the table and received an injection in each
ass cheek. At Jan's insistence, I quickly dressed and left the
examination room. In the lobby, the receptionist had arrived and the
waiting room was about half full of women. The doctor hands Jan a piece
of paper and kisses her on the cheek. With a "See you in two weeks" Jan
takes my hand and leads me out.
Back in the car, Jan drives off. "We have a few more errands to run." Pull
ing up to a drugstore, she handcuffs my arms behind me. Slipping a jacket
over my shoulders , she gets out and enters the drugstore. Upon
returning, she drives to a leather shop, without removing the
handcuffs.
A tall man with a nametag that said 'DEAN' led us to a back room. After s
ome quiet discussions with Jan, he orders me to strip. I comply after a
small nod from girl. Jan removed the pouch. Dean then takes several
measurements of my cock and balls, nose, ears and chest. Some more
discussions with girl occur, followed by salve being rubbed in my nose,
on my ear lobes, my cock and behind my balls. As I looked to Jan with a
question on my lips, she reattached the handcuffs and stands behind me
with her arms holding me securely. Dean then proceeds to pierce my nose
with a large ring between the nostrils. This was followed by a substantial
ring in each ear. He then does a Prince Albert piecing on my cock head
and a guiche behind my balls. After finishing up, he gives girl and I
some very explicit instructions on cleaning and caring for the piercing.
Dressed (without the pouch, god it felt good), Dean then took more
measurements, height, bust, hips, waist, wrists, ankles, etc. We left
there and walked across the street to a small strip mall. At a
photographer's, I had several photos taken with several different wigs.
I did find out that the nose ring was removable. From the photographer's,
we walked to a corset shop. There I was measured again.
After that we walked a couple doors down to a shoe store cobbler, Damn, I
thought these heels were bad on carpet, on a concrete sidewalk they were
way beyond murder. At the shoe store, the cobbler waited on us himself.
He measured my feet. Then having me stand on wooden wedges, he drew an
outline of my feet on the wood with a pencil. Followed by having me stand
on another set of wedges covered with modeling clay. He added additional clay
under my arches.
Soon we were on our way home. For lunch I had a salad, milk and three
large pills. After lunch I cleaned and then prepared dinner. The next two
weeks went much like this afternoon. Except I was becoming more and more
fem in my looks, actions and outlook.
The two weeks went quickly. Jan took me to my next doctor's appointment
right after Master Charles left for the office. The doctor took more
measurements, comparing them with the last appointment. He inspected the
piercing. Before allowing me to dress, he had me bend over the
examination table again and gave me a large injection in each ass cheek.
After we left the doctor's, we made several stops where Jan picked up
many packages. The leather shop, the corset shop, the cobbler, the
photographer and the dressmaker's.
Instead of the usual activities after dinner, Master Charles had Jan
strip and present me to him in the den. While I knelt demurely before
him, Master Charles outlined his plans for me.
"Slut, it's time to tell you about my plans for you. First you need
some background information to understand completely. I am the president
and major stockholder of a major high tech corporation and defense
contractor. I am also gay. As you can see there are some potential
problems. Some people are starting to talk about my lack of female
companions. When Girl told me about your interests, it looked like a
solution to my problems. I did some checking on the lifestyle in general
and you in particular. I know that you are like most tv's, straight, not
gay. But now you are my slave, not my servant. And slaves are not
heterosexual, or bisexual, or even homosexual. They are just sexual.
Further more the pills you are now taking are hormones, so you are now a
trans-sexual." Putting a small padlock through my Prince Albert ring, He
pulled it back, locking it with the guiche ring.
"You will always be pre-op. This equipment will always belong to me,
under my control. The doctor has certified you drug and disease free. And
that you are a good candidate for transformation. After your body has
rounded out enough in a couple months the doctor will enhance your
breasts, remove your adam' s apple, remove a couple of ribs and do a few
other enhancements to your body. At that point, to the outside world,
you'll become my girlfriend, but we'll know the truth wouldn't we slut?"
Master Charles turned me back over to Jan. She led me to my room, where she lac
ed me into my new corset. Then I was put to bed.
Except for doctor's visits every two weeks, the next several weeks
slipped into a very standard pattern. On weekdays, I would wakeup
(usually by having Jan's snatch pushed into my face), spend about an hour
cleaning up and having a makeup and dressing lesson. Prepare and serve
Master's breakfast. After he leaves, eat my dry toast and juice. Spend the
morning cleaning various parts of the house, making Master's bed, doing
dishes, etc. About noon eat my lunch of dry green salad and a glass of
water. The afternoon is filled with more lessons and preparation for
dinner. We serve Master dinner, when he finishes, I serve him coffee in
the den, then help Jan clean up. Then we eat our dinner, mine being a
small dry chef salad and a glass of milk. The rest of the evening was
spent serving Master. On weekends, we served Master his breakfast a little
later and the only cleaning we did was making beds and doing dishes. I
spent more time serving Master and receiving training from Jan. Many
times Master Charles would watch and comment. On weekdays I would do and
remove my makeup two or three times a day. On weekends, I would do it
almost hourly. When Master commented on it, Jan told him it needs to become
second nature to me and that was the only way.
The hormones were kicking in. Along with my diet, they slimmed me down
but put more padding on my hips, ass and chest. My breasts started to grow.
MY body hair stopped growing, except for my legs, which got lighter and
finer. My hair grew faster, finer and thicker. Soon it covered the back
of my neck. The hormones also caused me to experience dramatic mood
swings. One night while serving Master I went from smiling and giggling to
a crying jag instantly. I turned and ran to my room, where I buried my face
into the pillow and cried my heart out. I never could figure out what I
was crying about. Jan who saw it happen, followed me and tried to comfort
me. Soon Master Charles was standing in the doorway.
"What's going on Girl?"
"Its a girl thing, Sir."
"GIRL, there is NO such thing in this house. So tell me NOW."
"Master Charles, Slut is experiencing reactions to the hormones. All
girls experience mood swing due to hormone imbalances, but in Slut's
case the hormone imbalance is causing wild swings because of the large
amount of hormones in her system. As her body accepts the hormones the
mood swings will moderate. You wanted her to be a girl, this is part of it."
"OK, put her to bed." The mood swings slowly leveled out somewhat.
Four months after the hormones were started, the doctor told Jan and I,
that my breasts were as large as they were going to be and that I was now
ready for surgery. It was scheduled in two weeks. Enter the hospital on
Monday, surgery on Tuesday morning and home maybe on Friday. That
evening, we told Master Charles the news. From his reactions, I was
pretty sure that the doctor had already told him. Women's intuition?.
After I had served Master Charles his coffee he had me kneel before him.
"Slut until your operation I will feed you your dinner. It will
be low fat, low cal and high protein. As for your operation, your breast
will be augmente d to 38C+, a rib on each side will be removed, your
adam's apple will be shaved down. You will have a nose job to make your
nose more petite. Your ears will be pinned back and your eyes will be
worked on to make them more fem and expressive. Your lips will be
injected with a permanent collagen to make them more kissable and your
jaw line will be worked on. Some padding will also be added to your hips
and ass. When the doc is finished, every straight male over puberty and
most lesbians will drool over you." Master Charles the extracted his
penis from his pants. Holding it in his left hand, he placed his right
hand under my jaw and squeezed. As my mouth opened, he pulled my face toward
his crotch until my lips had passed over the head of his maleness. With
my tongue I felt it grow as Master kept pulling my head forward. He moved
his right hand from my jaw to the back of my head in my hair.
"I am going to teach you the more intimate of your womanly duties.
Every night and all day on weekends. Since sperm is an excellent source
of protein, this will be your dinner every night and all three meals
on weekends. I will save your anal cherry until after the surgery."
The rest of the evening was spent with me receiving Master Charles's instr
uctions on how he liked to be serviced. In the next two weeks I became
very familiar with Master's cock and balls. His likes and dislikes. How
his cock pulsed and throbbed just before he shot liquid protein into my
tummy. My mouth and throat became intimate with Master's sperm. It's
taste, it's texture. I could feel it slide all the way down my throat to
my tummy. On the weekends, I spent so much time on my knees sucking
Master off, my knees got carpet burns. And I became so stiff that Master
Charles had to lift me to my feet. A hot bath before bed would loosen me up.
Finally it was time for the operation. Jan checked me into the
hospital just after noon. Several tests were performed. At bedtime I was
washed and given three pills. After I took them it was like turning out a
light.
I awoke in the recovery room. The only place I didn't hurt was my
legs. My head throbbed, my chest was one big sore sport, even my feet and
throat hurt. I looked around and saw Master Charles and the doctor
talking. As I tried to sit up, I felt the restraints that held me to the
bed. When I opened my mouth to talk, Master Charles put his finger to my
lips with a "SHHHHHH. Don't talk. Nod if you understand." I nodded my head.
"The doctor has completed your paperwork and you are now officially
Amber. While you were on the table, I had your vocal cords shortened so
your voice will be more feminine. Also I had an experimental type of
surgery done on your feet. It is intended to reconstruct shattered feet.
But in your case your feet were too big for a woman your size, so they
were made smaller. You went from a size 10 1/2 to a size 6 shoe. Your
tendons were shortened, so will always have to wear high heels. The
doctor tells me that you will need to stay in bed for at least a week.
He also tells me, he has you in a private room during that time cared for
by a couple of cute lipstick lesbians, who are excited about taking care
of a brand new girl. Bye bye for now, Amber." He left and I drifted off
to a drug induced sleep. When I awoke again, I was in my hospital room.
Both my nurses were there. They looked like the Barbi twins. For the next
ten days I laid on that bed. The doctor came around twice a day. The
nurses massaged me after every meal. I was lightly medicated to deaden
the pain. Needless to say, the girls used my tongue for their pleasure.
Jan visited me daily. Two days before my release, she brought Dean from
the leather shop with her. In short order each of my new nipples were
supporting a substantial gold ring. After Jan and Dean left the twins
fawned all over me and my new additions.
When the doctor was satisfied I had recovered enough, I was
released. My nurses wheeled me to the car while Jan followed. They hugged
and kissed me and left. As Jan drove us home, I cried over the lose of my
two new friends. The only two I've had in a very long time.
The next month was spent recovering from the surgery. Shopping for
new clothes. And the bi weekly doctor's appointment. Of course, after the
first week, I still serviced Master Charles. Jan taught me how to use my
feminine wiles. How to act wanton, slutty and sexy.
One quiet Sunday afternoon, I was kneeling between Master's legs,
with my plump red lips wrapped around his pussy spike. After I swallowed
his load and licked him clean, Master Charles pulled my face up by my
chin. Looking me in the eye, Master outlined the new changes in my life.
"Slut, since you obviously do not meet the qualifications, you are
no longer my houseboy. Don't worry you will not be thrown out onto the
streets. Tomorrow you will start work as my secretary/receptionist. Since
you can already type, it shouldn't be a problem. The secretarial pool
does most of the heavy typing. Your duties will tend to be more
personal. If you are not very good at your job, everyone will take one
look at your body and know why you were hired and how you keep your job.
At the office you will call me Sir. I am running an ad for a new
houseboy, since you no longer hold that position. Tonight, as you are no
longer a member of my household staff, you will move out of your room and
into a room on the second floor. Not that you'll spend much time there.
My staff and the houseboy will assume that you are my lover. But you will
still obey Girl. Your room will be the one connected to mine. There is a
door between them, so you can protect your maidenly modestly. Plan on
sleeping with me every night. You are more dependent on me than before
the operation. If I throw you out the best you can hope for is being a TS
streetwalker. It's worst than being a female hooker or a male prostitute.
After a short while it will be known that you are my live-in girlfriend
and lover. You will attend many different functions with me. Some you
will act very ladylike. Some you will be a slut whore. I'll tell you
which. Now I have an interviewee coming in a few minutes, so you and Girl
go move your clothing into your new room." And off I went.
Jan and I spent the rest of the afternoon moving. For awhile she
guided the interviewee around the house. While she was gone I explored
the suite. From the hall one entered a small sitting room. This room had
a sofa and chair, coffee table and a tv. It was done in pastels and was
very feminine. The other door connected this room with the bedroom. It
was done in the same style as the sitting room. Centered on the inside
wall was a queen size canopy bed. Against the outside wall between two
windows was a loveseat. On the common wall with Master Charles' room was
a door. The other sidewall had a door. It led to the dressing room. This
room had a large low vanity with a low wide bench. A large well lit
professional mirror. To the left was a large walk-in closet with built in
drawers. The door to the right was the bathroom. It was good sized, but
full. There was not only a toilet and a large whirlpool bath with
shower, but also a bidet. When Jan came back after showing Juan, the new
houseboy, around. He would start in a week, living in my first room. That
night Master allowed me to sleep in my bed.
Monday morning I rode with Master to work. At the office, I was
turned over to Mrs. Worthington, the office manager. She was a tall older
lady, conservatively dressed. Very proper. And not accepting of
imperfection or levity. Most of the morning was spent with her doing the
required paperwork, job apps, W-4, etc. Being shown my duties. She also
showed me around the building and introduced me to everyone. I could tell
by how everyone looked at me, that they "JUST KNEW" how I got this job
and my job performance would be judged on my back.
After an early lunch I went to my desk in Master's office. It was a
reasonably large room. My desk was in one corner facing the door. It was
a medium sized, low wooden desk. On it was a computer monitor and
keyboard, a multi line phone with intercom, a dictaphone and a set of
"IN" & "OUT" trays. Behind the desk was a secretary's chair, low back and
no arms and a credenza. Across from the desk were two leather couches and
two leather chairs. The walls were done in light colored wood paneling
and on them hung a couple of paintings.
There were some letters to type on the dictaphone and a couple to
retype in the "IN" box. When they were finished I buzzed Master to tell
him that. He told me to wait. It was a quiet day, with no one coming into
the office. On the computer I checked Master's schedule for the evening
and the next day. I also saw a Thursday business trip. Just before 5 PM,
Master summoned me into his office. The large office was paneled in dark
wood, giving it that distinguished, old money look. Off to the left were
two small leather couches and a coffee table. Across from the door was
Master's desk. It was a massive wooden desk with a phone, computer
monitor and keyboard, off on the left side and a blotter in the center.
In front of the desk were two leather chairs. Behind it was a large
leather executive chair. On the wall by the couches were framed photos
and certificates. It was Master's vanilla 'I love me' wall. The wall
behind the desk was done in shelves. The ones immediately behind the desk
were open and contained trophies and nic-nacs. The rest were covered by
doors.
As I closed the door behind me, Master pointed to the floor beside
him. I moved to the spot indicated, laid the completed letters on his
desk for signature and waited . As he looked at me his eyes got smaller,
colder and harder. A light went on in my head and I knelt down.
"That's better slut. I will not punish you for that lapse, because
I know you were protecting me. However from now on when we're alone and
the door is closed you will kneel on that spot. " As he signed the
letters, he continued.
"I've had a good report from Mrs. Worthington on you. She said
you're attentive, a quick learner and neat. She also said that you
surprised her. She was expecting an airheaded bimbo. And you threw
everyone else a curve with your good looks and quality work. Now about my
schedule. You were told you were to keep it and keep it on track. The
girl you replaced had difficulty doing it. What's my schedule for tomorrow?"
"Sir you have nothing on your schedule for tonight. Tomorrow you
have a 9 AM staff meeting and a 10:30 engineering meeting. Lunch with
your lawyer for noon at Julio's. A one o'clock with Mrs Worthington. Two
o'clock is open and a marketing meeting between 3 and 5. Do you want me
to move Mrs Worthington to 2 PM since lunch could run late?"
"Excellent thinking, slut."
"Tomorrow evening you have a SAE dinner at 6:30 at the Regency,
black tie. I'll call girl and see if your tux is back from the cleaners.
That's it. Oh by the way, you have a business trip on Thursday. Have you
made your arrangements, tickets, etc?"
"Staff travel takes care of that."
"Yes sir, do you want me to check on it?"
"Slut you are persistent."
"Sir, I do not want to end up in the secretarial pool or worse. And
I am supposed to manage your schedule."
"Very good. You're right you do manage my schedule. But you are not
my social secretary."
"Yes sir, I love you and want to do my best for you and make your
life better and easier."
"You'll do very well, slut. Let's go home."
The next several months went quickly. I made several female friends
at work. We had lunch together, window shopped and did girl talk. Master
Charles allowed it saying it would round me out as a female. Several
times Master took me to dinner parties. Vanilla very vanilla. There I was
introduced as Amber, his live-in lover. I was always dressed to kill.
Most of the men undressed me with their eyes and all the women would
stare at me with daggers in their eyes. My outfits were always tight,
brightly colored , showing a lot of breast and very sexy. With the small
waist formed by my corset and no bra my movements always threatened to
throw my boobs out of the dress. After the parties, the combination of my
hormones and alcohol made me feel wanton and horny. The sex was better.
Interestingly Master hadn't taken my "cherry". He was saving me for
something. At this point it's frustrating.
Once a month Master Charles meets with a group of local gay men who
are in to S&M. The first time I was taken there was my first month of
working at the office. My dress was a red leather micro mini, camisole
top and 5" black pumps. Around my neck was a collar and each ankle and
wrist was encircled by cuffs. Each was made of stainless steel and
required a special key to unlock. When we got there the other men,
taking me at first appearance got very uncomfortable and made rude
comments to Master. Giving me the impression I should leave. Master
Charles ignored those comments, while I was fidgety and uncomfortable.
Master's only response was to order me to strip. As I slowly stripped,
the men's comments became more belligerent, pointed and louder. Dean from
the leather shop walked in as I turned away from them and pulled my
panties down. When I turned back around, Master and Dean laughed while
the other's mouths dropped in shock.
Once Master told my story, everyone was full of questions. The
comments, after the questions were soothing to my bruised feelings.
"She would almost make one want to go straight."
"If you got to have a bitch, that's the way to go." They
congratulated Master on his ingenuity on solving his problem. I spent
the rest of the evening nude serving refreshments to the men. While they
fondled my ass and cock. Reinforcing my Master's pride in me, I managed
not to cum. The comfort levels for both parties increased as the evening
went on. As the evening came to a close, I dressed, very seductively, in
front of the men. That night Master did one of the cruelest things he
could have done. He had me sleep in my own bed and ordered me not to cum.
From then on, I went to this meeting every month. Master had been invited
to bring me anytime. In fact I was given my own membership to the group.
There I would always strip and serve. While I was actively fondled,
Master wouldn't allow anymore than that.
When Master went on business trips, I stayed at the office to keep
everything on track. It was usually quiet. At night I was allowed to
sleep in my bed, but it got so I would sleep on the floor beside Master's
bed because I missed him so. What is happening to me? Jan told him about
that and Master would tease me about it when he got back. One trip I was
not allowed to sleep in my bed. Big deal, you say, I'm not anyway. Well I
wasn't allowed to sleep in Master's room. If I didn't sleep in Jan's room
at her suffrage, I could only sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed.
All it did was make me miss him more and more. When Master Charles got
home, I wrapped myself around his legs and through my sobs begged him to
make me his for ever and ever . What was happening to me? As Juan gave
him his after work drink, Master patted me on my head. And with a "We'll
see" sent me off to the den. Other than my sexual service, he ignored me
that night.
Finally he took me on a business trip. Master had a 9 day trip to
the Orient scheduled. Leave Friday afternoon and arrive back home Sunday
night a week later. I didn't know was going until the trip pack arrived
from the staff travel office. When I handed the pack to Master Charles,
he opened it and handed me my tickets and my new passport. Needless to
say, I was very excited. So excited in fact, that i didn't read the tickets.
"Tonight you will pack. Girl will help you after she packs for me.
We will leave from the office. You have many surprises in store for you.."
That night Jan had me take a bath while she packed my luggage. A limo
took us to work and would take us to the airport later. That day, I
bounced around the office, I was so happy. Finally I was called into
Master's office and told to calm down OR ELSE. I didn't like the sound
of that OR ELSE.
Finally Four o'clock rolled around and I followed Master into the
limo. During the ride to the airport Master outlined our trip. "We'll
spend tonight at the LA Hemsley. I have some friends meeting us there for
a late night snack. I have a luncheon appointment and a couple of
meetings during the afternoon. That evening we leave on JAL for Tokyo.
We'll be there for two days. Then a day each in Seoul, South Korea,
Bangkok, Thailand and Singapore. From Singapore we fly back top LA on
Singapore Air. Arriving there early Saturday afternoon, I have a couple
meetings, then dinner with another couple. Late Sunday morning we board
American Airlines for the trip home. We are booked first class. I expect
you to be very ladylike, but sexy. I may also have you flirt with men I
designate."
By then we arrived at the airport. As we got out, the driver
had gotten the luggage out and had given it to the skycap. It was
curbside checked as we checked-in at the first class counter. Our seat
assignments were together with me sitting on the aisle. Soon we were
aboard the airplane and on our way. After a not so bad airline first
class meal, I shudder to think what the steerage passengers were being
fed, and a romantic movie, I fell asleep with my head on Master's
shoulder. During the movie, Master had me flirt with the businessman
sitting across the aisle from me. While I watched the movie, I would move
around causing my skirt hem to rise until the top of my stocking and
garters showed. Then I would smooth my skirt down. I did it several
times until I could see he was very flustered. Then I dropped a pen on
the floor. I slowly bent over to pick it up, giving him full view of my
boobs. Then I smiled at him and then laid my head on Master's shoulder.
Master gave me a pat on the head. On arrival at LAX it was still early, we
were met by another limo. The manager of the Hemsley was waiting for us,
as the limo arrived at the hotel. Handing Master the keys and his
messages, he wished us a good night as the Bell Captain loaded our bags
on to a cart.
In the suite, Master had me dress in a slut outfit. When I opened my
suitcase, I found all I had was my sexy, slutty clothing. When I finished
dressing and entered the living room. Master was just putting down the phone.
"They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Master, all I have is slut clothing."
"I know, I told Girl what to pack. You'll see why. Now go to room
XXXX and knock on the door. Obey who ever answers the door. Now go." As I
opened the door Master had one more comment.
"Oh, I'd be careful. Dressed like that with no ID hotel security
will think you're a street walker doing a trick."
When I knocked on the door, it was opened by a tall ruggedly hansom
man. He was dressed in jeans, a white T shirt and a leather vest. Sitting
on the sofa was a n older distinguished lady dressed in a red leather
outfit. She pointed to the floor at her feet. I knelt at her feet. Upon
her command I stripped. The comments both of them gave boosted my pride
of Master's vision. But their comments about keeping me, putting me to
work on the street and keeping my earnings. That scared me. For the next
two hours they used my mouth for their pleasure, switching off after each
orgasm, driving me on by whipping my ass. Fondling my ass the man said "I
would love to pop this cherry, but your owner said hands off." Finally I
was allowed to dress. As I was leaving the man handed me a sealed
envolope with 'Master Charles' written on it.
As I left the room and hurried down the hall to the elevators,
Master's parting comment was on my mind. Just as one of the doors opened,
as man pushed me into it. The doors closed and the elevator started to
move. The man reached over to the control panel and stopped the elevator.
"Where do you think you're going, whore?"
"To my room." showing him my key.
"We don't rent rooms to sluts like you. So where did you steal the
key ?"
"I didn't steal it!"
"When I arrest you the cops will believe me. .... Unless.."
"Unless what?"
Patting his crotch "You can convince me that you are telling the
truth." He snaked the fingers of his right hand through my hair. Then
using his grip, pushed me to my knees and pulling my face to his crotch.
Even an airhead, bimbo blonde would know what was wanted. My hands
unzipped his fly and pulled out his appendage. It started to swell from
my handling. Soon it was time. It wasn't as large as Master's, but it was
a mouthful. Within a couple of minutes, it had swelled a little more and
the man started to moan and pump himself in and out of my mouth. Shortly
after that I could feel his scum hit the back of my throat . Upon my
finishing licking him clean, he put it away, zipped up and pulled me to
my feet.
"Normally at this point I would arrest you, but since you did such a
good job blowing me I wouldn't. Let's see if you're telling the truth ."
The elevator started to move upward again. And very soon, we were
standing at my room door. The man inserted the key, opening the door.
Master was in the living room (it's a large suite, remember) chatting
with two very attractive ladies. They turned toward the door.
"Yes?"
"This slut said this was her room. And I was checking out her story.
Sorry to bother you, sir."
"Unfortunely, she is with me. You may leave her, Thank you."
Handing me my key the man left. As he closed the door, I rushed to
Master wrapping myself around him and said "Thank you"
"Do you have something for me cunt?" His words were cutting and
hurting to me.
"Yes Master" was my only reply as I handed him the envolope.
Opening it he showed me $200 in twenties.
"They were pleased with your performance, slut. It was done for a
reason. Now let me introduce my friends. This this Clarlene and Barvbra.
Ladies this is Amber." They held out their hands in a manner which told
me to kiss their hands. Just about this time there was a knock on the
door. Master opened the door on room service. The young man rolled the
cart into the center of the room. Not only the lewr in his face, but also
the growing buldge in his pants told us how turned on he was by the three
bomb shells in the room. As the steward left, Master tipped him $20.
I took the time it took Master to handle that chore, to check out
the ladies. Charlene was about 5'7", 115 pounds, D cup, platium blonde.
Barbra was a little shorter, about 5'5", 110 pounds, C cup, red head.
They were very attractive and well dressed. Their behavior was high class
finishing school quality. Men would say they were built like brick
shithouses. When Master Charles got to the cart the 'fun' began.
"Slut it's time to show the girls what you are about. Strip." Doing
a bump and grind, I stripped until only my panties were left. Rubbing my
ass against Charlene, I pulled my panties off. When they saw my front
they were speechless. A few moments later their hands were all over me,
especially my breasts and cock.
"What do you think girls?"
"He is unbelievable."
"Amber is a girl, mentally and with one exception phyically. A lot
of effort and training went into this slut. Lets sit while I tell you
about her. Slut, serve." For the next 45 minutes, Master Charles told
Charlene and Barbra all about me. I spent the time serving the meal. The
girls would carress me as I passed.
"What do you think girls? Will she do?"
"Absolutely. She'll be a surprise package."
"Excellent, I was sure she would be. Slut there are some changes to
your travel plans. You are not continuing on with me. This was planned.
If you do not believe me, check your tickets. You're only ticketed to LA
and back home. I am loaning you to these ladies. They are what is termed
lipstick lesbians. They also have several different enterprises. You may
work in a few of them. It goes without saying that you will obey them as
you do me. They have been informed of my limits for you. It will be good
training for you. After all you enjoyed playing with Girl. It's late.
Good night ladies." Master and I slept in his bed while the girls slept
in mine.
Late the next morning, I packed my bags and left with Charlene and
Barbra. But not before I wrapped myself around Master and cried on his
chest. The girls pulled me off and led me away. In the parking garge, I
was placed in the back seat of Charlene's BMW coupe. I cried most of the
way. Finally we pulled into a long driveway in West Hollywood. At the
apex of this driveway was a moderately large house. It belonged to the
both of the ladies. I was led into the house, up the main stairway and
into a bedroom. Barbra ordered me to unpack and put my clothing away. She
watched as I did so, inspecting the clothes. At one point she had me set
aside an outfit. Finally she left and I was allowed to clean up. After my
shower, I threw myself on the bed and started crying. It didn't seem like
long before I was pulled up, and with a hard smack, saw stars. It was Barbra.
"Stop sniviling Slut and get dressed. Downstairs in 15 minutes."
The outfit that had been set aside contained almost enough material
to make two handkerchiefs. A very short black leather skirt and a sheer
red bloose. Red seamed stockings and black 4" pumps. Underneth was a red
and black corset, red bikini panties and a red uplifting bra. As I was
finishing up my makeup, Charlene entered and had me slut up my makeup, as
if it wasn't slutty enough.
When I had finished, the three of us got into Barbra's pink caddy
convertible. And off we went. It took about 20 minutes to drive from
Beverly Hills to our distination in West Hollywood. We pulled up to the
rear of a bar, got out and went inside. Inside I could see the disco
lights and hear the loud disco music. It was a strip bar. The girls lead
me into the office. There I had to sign several papers, without being
allowed to read them. Charlene then told me my new duties.
"Amber, this bar is one of our enterprises. Tonight you will work
here until closing as a stripper. Your tips will be kept for your master.
Any lack of diligence will be punished, immediately and publicly. We
cater to lesbians, but there are some men in the audience. You will be
protected by the two bouncers like any of the other girls. However, since
this is a lesbian bar we do get away with alot more, so expect to get
heavily fondled. Also the female patrons can purchase private dances. If
you get selected expect to eat alot of pussy. Now go see Bambi at the bar
and get your whore ass to work."
At the bar, I found Bambi, a petite girl with long blonde hair. She was
conservatively dressed and her nametag identified her as the manager. She
hugged me, said everything would be alright and took me around, showed me
my duties and introduced me to everyone. Gabby and Erica were the two
bouncers. Although fem looking, they were bigger and meaner than many pro
football players. Tami was the DJ. She told me she already knew what
music to play for me. "Oh boy'. Helen and Bobbi were the bartenders.
Bambi would help them out when it got busy. The dancers would wait tables
when not dancing. That ment that at the end of the night we would really
feel sore. Since I was the sixth one to check in, I was 6 in the dance
queqe. I would dance two dances, then wait tables and do table dances
until it was my turn to dance again. The only exception to this was
private dances. It was still early so the bar was slow. Shortly before my
turn to dance came, it started to pickup. My dance tunes were fast and erotic.
Midway through my first dance I was down to mmy corset, panties and
shoes. The corset seemed to turn everyone on. By the finish of the second
dance, I was not only sweaty but also turned on . I strutted around the
floor to collect a few my tips then put my blouse and skirt back on. The
next 90 minutes were spent serving drinks. My next dance set was the same
type of music. Halfway through my second dance I started to hump the pole
in the middle of the stage and pull on my nipple rings. I was just at the
point of cumming and the music stopped. Tami had stopped the song early,
preventing my for climaxing. Bitch. In frustration and exhaustion, I
colapsed to my knees at the foot of the pole. There was a standing
ovation from the audience. Two of the other dancers helped me from the
stage and soon I had caught my breath. Bambi pushed me out to waitress
without my blouse or skirt. As I waited on my tables, tips were being put
into my panties, corset and stocking tops. My section was in the far
corner. This was where the separatists dykes had staked their claim. By
this time I was getting used to being fondled and didn't think of the
ramifications. One of the larger women was fondling my crotch. When she
found my secert. Grabbing it with her left hand she squeezed causing me
to double over. And with a loud "What the fuck!" she hit me with a right
cross. I hit the floor, rolled up into a ball and starting screaming and
crying. About this time the bouncers got between the two of us. The
commontion had stopped everything. Bambi came up and asked what the
problem was. The dyke, who was named Regina (don't call her Gina) I later
learned, said.
"That's a male, a faggot sissy who dresses like a girl. What's it
doing in our bar?"
Charlene and Barbra walked up before Bambi could answer and said they wou
ld explain. By this point I was ignored by everyone. No one seemed to
have any pitty on me . Charlene told everyone my story up to this point
and what I was doing here. When Charlene had finished, many were
fasinated with what Master Charles had done. Saying she wanted to fully
inspect me, Regina took me into one of the private dance rooms. After I
stripped completely , she had me turn around as she inspected me. As I
faced her, Regina grabbed my hormone shrunken cock and balls with her
right hand. Squeezeing then she watched my face with interest. Since I
didn't show enough pain to satisfy her, she pinched my tits with her left
hand. When she decided she had enough fun and now wanted pleasure, she
stopped. I was pushed onto my back. Regina lowered her wet womanhood top
my mouth and clamped herself tight to my mouth. As the lips touched my
lips, I started to lick and suck. My breath got shorter and shorter,
until Regina started to rock back and forth allowing small amounts of air
into my lungs. As she climbed to her peak, her hands wrapped themselves
in my hair and tried to pull my head into her pussy. Until she climaxed.
During her climax, her thights clamped my head in a tight flesh and bone
vise. Finishing her climax Regina rolled back onto my chest allowing me
to glup air to fill my lungs. We dressed and returned to the main floor.
Back with her friends Regina announced.
"This bitch has the best mouth I ever had."
Needless to say several other women wanted to try me out and I spent
the next couple hours in the private dance rooms. I danced on stage once
more and then spent the remaining time until closing, shuttling in and
out of the private rooms. Finally 3AM and closing time rolled around. As
the other dancers left, Bambi had me clean up the bar. Picking up
glasses, wiping down the tables and bar, sweeping and moping the floor.
When I finished, Bambi led me into the back office where Charlene was
totaling the nights reciepts. With a wave of her hand Charlene told Bambi
to play with me until she finished. Bambi led me out on to the stage
where she threw me onto my back. She jumped onto my face after she ripped
off her skirt and panties. I quickly put my tongue to work. Bambi rocked
back and forth on my face, her fluid draining into my mouth. Bambi was
very vocal, screaming as she hit climax after climax. Until she screamed
her lungs out and colapsed. As I caught my breath, I became aware of
someone clapping. Once Bambi got off of me, I saw it was Charlene.
"Bravo. That was the best show on that stage yet. I may have you two
repeat it for our customers. What do you think Bambi? Is that slut as
good as advertised?"
"She's has the best tongue I have ever had. She will make a great
lesbian whore. If she were available I'd buy her."
"You would have to get in line to buy her. Come on, Amber.
Goodnight, Bambi."
We went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. Master Charles and I
almost never stayed up this late. About noon, Barbra shook me awake. I
cleaned up and went back into the bedroom to dress. The laid out outfit
was similar to the one I wore the day before, but was more conservative.
"Bitch today you'll work in one of our other enterprises, the
outcall service. It caters to women, mostly lesbians. It is a high class
outcall service, so the women will be rich and powerful. I have several
clients lined up for you. They know all about you." I rode with Barba to
an office building downtown. In a 15th floor office, I was turned over to a
250 pound black man named Bubba. Bubba took me back to the elevator . In
the basement parking garage, I was put in the back of a Lincoln limo. As
he drove off, Bubba directed my attention to a folder on the seat. The
folder contained information about my first client. Her likes, dislikes,
what she wanted, etc.
At another office building, Bubba let me out of the lime and
instructed me to go to suite 3712. I entered the front door, walked to
the elevator. At the 37th floor, I got out and enterd the designated
office suite. At the receptionist's desk I announced that I had an
appointment with Ms. Claybourne. I was directed into the Senior Vice
President's office. My client pointed to the sofa as I entered and closed
the door. I examined the lady as she walked over to me. She was in her
mid to late 40's, 5'5", about 115 pounds, blonde hair and still had a
very good figure. At 20 she must of had to beat men off with a baseball
bat. She sat down next to me on the sofa. She unbuttoned my blouse,
causing my breasts to pop free. After fondling them to make my nipples
harder, she started to suck on them. A couple of minutes afterward, she
pushed me to the floor and removed her slacks and panties. Her pussy was
surounded by lots of thick, dark, fine hair. I put my head into a
position it woundn't leave for the next 30 minutes. Soon she was rocking and
humping and moaning. Finally she pushed my face away.
"Strip. Barbra told me a fantastic story about you. From what I see
here it can't be true. You are more feminine than even some of Barbra 's
girls." Her tone changed as I finally pulled my panties off.
"Unbelieveable. I see it, but I still can't believe it. Except for
that, everything about you is utterly female. Get dressed and give this
envelope to Barbra. And this is for you." She gave me an envelope, a
hundred dollar bill and a pat on the ass as I left.
Back in the limo, Bubba pointed out another folder. My next client
was another business woman. It was almost an identical repeat of my first
client. Except she was the owner and president of her company. She wasn't
nearly as beatitful as the first. She was older about 50 or so with some
gray hair mixed in with her black hair. And then I was back in the limo
on my way to my third client. Bubba drove past the guard at the main gate
of a movie studio. On a back lot, Bubba stopped at a large RV and opened
my door. I got out and slinked up to the RV door which had a large star
on it. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. My knock was answered by a
very well known actor. He was tall, dark and hansome and known as a lady
killer. He told me he knew all about me and gave me a very public kiss,
while we were on the steps. He led me inside and we got down to business.
Or I should say I got down. The actor was gay and was very much in the
closet. There were romours, but our little public display would quiet
them down some. While I relieved some of his pressure, he talked.
"I love what he has done. It would solve many of my problems.
Unfortunely, I can't do what your master has done. Maybe I'll offer to
buy you. would you like to be my live-in lover? Maybe I'll marry you.
I'll even make you an actress." After swallowing a couple of loaads of
his cum and some more talk, I left. The actor handed me two envelopes as
well as a 100 dollar tip. On the steps he kissed me again. While he was
doing that, I saw some camera flashes. The scandle sheets were at work.
Bubba drove off the lot. It was just after 6PM. I was driven to a
large house in Beverly Hills. The maid led me into the living room. It
was a all girl dinner party and I was the entertainment. For the next
three hours I ate every pussy and tit put in my face. My ass was whipped
by everyone who had a desire. As I left I was handed another envelope
and each of the 12 women pushed a 20 dollar bill down my corset.
Soon we were at my next client. It was another Beverly Hills
mansion. A upper class middle aged lady in a slit dress answered my ring.
In the living room, we chatted for a few minutes while we sipped white
wine. She then laid back on the sofa and spread her legs. I started to
kiss her feet and worked my way up her legs. Soon my tongue was at her
fur covered treasure trove. She started to purr and carress my head. Her
tempo started to increase slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her
climax was anticlimatic, ending with a whimper. After cleaning up, I was
shown the door, handed an envelope and quickly turned over to Bubba.
Another short limo ride was my last client for the night. This one was a
Beverly Hills couple. Without any paliminaries, I was stripped and
inspected. I knelt before the man and started to suck him off. The woman
fondled and squeezed my cock and balls. When he finished, I serviced the
woman while the man whipped my ass with a rubber cat of nine tails. I
serviced them each twice more, with the same pattern. Finally I was
allowed to dress. At the door, I again was turned over to Bubba along
with an envelope. It was just after midnight and Bubba drove me home. In
the den, I was turned over to Barbra along with 7 envelopes. She
dismissed Bubba and held her hand out to me palm up. I dug into my corset
and pulled out all my tips and handed them over. 540 dollars in tips and
6000 dollars in fees. A good day's work if I do say so myself. It was
all put in a large envelope as well as the envelope address to Master
Charles and placed in the wall safe. I cleaned up, ate a small salad and
only in my corset and heels, I knelt before Barbra an d paid homage to
her center of power. Finally After her last girl had called in, Barbra
took me to her bedroom. I spent that night wrapped in her arms.
Just before 10AM, I was awakened by Barbra. In my room, I cleaned up
and dressed as required. Charlene came for me. The additional accessories
explained the plain drab dress I was wearing. I was now a domestic in one
of their other enterprises, 'Rent a Maid'. This company was unique
because it had two divisions. The standard operations that I was in and
a special operation where the girls were dressed in satin uniforms and
performed special services ( sex) for the clients. Until 6PM, I cleaned 7
apartments and two houses. At 6PM I changed int o a drab jumpsuit and
flats and spent the nexst 6 hours cleaning offices. When I was done, I
was taken home and cleaned up. In Charlene's office, I knelt before her
in my corset and heels and spent the next two hours licking her slit.
When she was ready, I was led to her room where we spent the night in
each other's arms.
During breakfast late the next morning, Barbra and Charlene told me
more about their companies.
"The enterprises you worked in yesterday also has a special
department. The girls there do much more than windows. Since most of the
clients are straight men, you were not put there. Another company runs a
string of hookers and for the same reason, you weren't put there. If you
had a choice, what company would you like to work in?"
"I know that I'll work wherever you desire to put me. But if I had a
choice I cannot decide between dancing at the club and doing lesbian
outcalls. The hours are better and I'm allowed to eat more at the club.
But the money is alot better on outcalls."
"We have decided that you'll work tonight at the club. And alternate
between there and outcall. Until Master Charles returns." And so it went
until the night before Master returned. Late Friday afternoon, instead
of doing outcall service, Charlene drove me to another dance club. By the
looks of the outside, it was definately a titty bar. When we arrived
there, Charlene led me into the back office. I was introduced to Bob, the
owner. He looked me over, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Charlene, you're bullshitting me. She's better looking than many of
my girls. Prove it. Strip, bitch." I looked at Charlene, who nodded, and
started to strip. Bob's disbelief became more evident until I got to my
panties. When I pulled them off, Bob's jaw hit the floor.
"A bitch with a dick. It's not much of one, but I would call it a
dick. Charlene, this is unbelieveable. My customers will be upset if they
find out it's a male dancer."
"She's not male. Except for that little appendage she is phyically
and mentally female. Even the separatists at my club accept her as a
female. You will properly protect her and she is only allowed to do
blowjobs."
" I've got three of the best bouncers in town so she'll be
protected. The vice cops watch me very close so there will be no sex
here. However, once in awhile a good customer will see a girl who takes
his fancy and will purchase some of her time from me. Slut, see Don at
the Bar and do as he tells you."
I quickly dressed and went to the bar. Don was a middle aged man with a
pot belly. The top of his head was bald. The rest of his hair was
starting to gray. He showed me around and introduced the bouncers and DJ.
In the dressing room Don waited until the other dancer left. Then he
grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushed me to my knees and pulled my face to
his crotch. Unzipping his jeans, his love pole popped out, hitting me on
the nose. It wasn't big but it wasn't microscopic either. Almost. Shoving
it into my mouth, he started pumping away. It wasn't long before he fed
me his version of a low fat, high protein snack. The clappingas I licked
Don clean told me we weren't alone.
"Bob, I told you she was a slut. I really should put her to work on
Hollywood Blvd. She'd make a good streetwalker. Maybe after work, I will."
"You know Charlene, I think she'll do alright here. You might
consider putting her out to work the streets when she loses her
enthuesam. Both of you get your asses to work."
It was much like Charlene and Barbra's club. Except it was full of
men. The men were more vocal and much more touchy feely than the women.
Women then to respect other's space more. The men tended to put the tips
in my panties, where the women tended toward putting them in my corset.
After the closing at 3AM, one customer remained. Bob and Charlene came
from the office, talked for a couple of minutes and then motioned me
over. Bob introduced me to 'John' and told me to take him to the dressing
room.
Once we got there, John pushed my back to the wall and started
kissing and mauling me. I was starting to lose it. This week was
overloading me. To maintain what little balance I had left, I slipped to
my knees and proceeded to give John the best blowjob ever. In and out
until his tallywacker couldn't stay erect anymore. It slipped out of my
mouth and John put it away as he pulled me to my feet. Then I got a surprise.
"Honey, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in 15 years as a
vice cop."
OH my God!
"I should run you in so the whole station can have a crack at you.
But I won't. You were my payoff. When you start working the streets, let
me know. Maybe I can help you when you get busted. For a price, of
course. I wouldn't start tonight though. There is a heavy crackdown this
weekend. Bye bitch."
With a slap on the ass, John walked outh the door. Charlene came in and
quickly hustled me to her car. And off we went. She drove down Hollywood
Blvd. Near Vine Street, she pulled over and stopped .
"Here's your purse. Now John told me this area is fairly safe from
the police. If you get busted my number is in your purse. I'll pick you
up about dawn, right here. You know what to charge and do only blowjobs.
Now get your whore ass to work."
It started slowly. The word was out that the cops were working
hookers hard that night. Being a little older, white and very good
looking, the johns thought I was an undercover vice cop. Finally an older
man drove up in a jaguar. He asked if I was a party girl. When I said yes,
we negociated price. He pulled into an empty parking lot where we got
down to business. I got paid. That's the first rule you learn in this
business, get the money up front. Twenty minutes later, I was on the
corner again. It was pretty steady, about 20 minutes per john until
about 6 AM. It was just before sunup and this was going to be my last
john. As I sat in his car, we negociated price. I broke rule number two,
never get in the car until you're ready to take the john's money.
"You're under arrest, Bitch. For soliceting for prositition." He
slapped the cuffs on me, read me my rights and put me in the back of
his car . At the station, I was booked and processed. I was not allowed
to make a phone call. For the next two hours, I was confined to an
interogation room. A steady stream of cops visited me. They all got what
they wanted, the men a blowjob and the women (yes, even some women cops
used me) used my mouth. Just after 8 AM Detective Jon walked into the room.
"Did you enjoy your visit here? You're being released to Charlene
without charges. It seems the officer didn't properly marandize you.
Because I like you and just between the two of us, it was a setup.
Charlene arranged this bust for you. How about a little good bye blow job.?"
When I finished blowing him, John took me out to the back of the station.
I got into Charlene's waiting car and we left. At home, I cleaned up and
went to bed.
Mid afternoon, I awake when I couldn't roll over. I was tied spread
eagle on the bed. Barbra and Charlene each took turns mounting my face
until neither of them could stand. They released me and sent me off to
clean up. A light lunch followed by a trip to the beauty palor. Which was
preceded by my dressing somewhat slutty. From the beauty shop, the three
of us drove to LAX airport. Just outside customs, we waited until Master
Charles came out. I ran to him, hugged and kissed him and cried with joy.
My Master was back and he would protect me. Barbra drove to the Hemsley
Hotel, where Master Charles turn his bags over to the Bell Captain,
checked in and went to his room. He cleaned up while we waited. Then we
drove to the house. The girls had a dinner prepared. While we ate, Barbra
and Charlene told Master all about my adventures. Each grusome detail.
Sometimes he would laugh, other times he would look at me with a scowl.
In the den after dinner, the girls gave him the envelopes of my earnings
and tips. He also got the two offers for me. He called both men and
talked a considerable time with them. While he put the phone down, I
rushed to Master Charles, knelt at his feet and wrapped myself around his
legs.
"Please don't sell me Master. I love you. I want to be your slave
forever." I cried.
"There, there, little one. I spent too much time and effort on you
to sell you. I will help them recruit and train someone like you. What
the girls have told me about your adventures here, pleases me. It also
distresses me. You have become more female than I could image possible.
When we get home, I am moving my timetable up. You did very well
financially. This money will be put in a trust fund for you. Now get your
things and lets get back to the hotel."
But we didn't go straight back to the hotel. We first went to the
club, where I danced a couple of sets and Master was introduced as my
creator and Master. I don't know who was more warmly received, him or me.
We finally got back to our suite around midnight. I fell asleep in
Master's arms contented that everything was now right in my world.
The next morning found us in the first class section of an east
bound airliner bound for home. By early afternoon, we were home and
unpacked. I found Jan in her room. I hugged and kissed her and thank her
for packing my bags. Afer dinner, Master and I had a short talk.
"Slut, don't talk about your trip much. Just say it was fun and you
met lots of people. With what my company is into, everyone will
understand. From now on unless I tell you different, you will sleep in my
bed. Up to now, you have waited until I told you where to sleep. Now you
will kneel by my bed until I get in and climb in after me. If I am not
there by midnight, you will climb in and wait for me. I will tell you
after dinner, if you are to sleep in your bed or on the floor next to my
bed."
We spent until 10 AM in the den. Thenhe sent me to bed. About 1130 he
entered his room to find me kneeling by his bed. Ten minutes later found
us both in bed, cuddled up.
The next couple of days at work, everyone wanted to know about my
trip. I kept the answers simple, short and ended them with 'I realy can't
talk about much' and ' I was kept very busy." It seemed to satisfy
everyone. Even Master Charles was happy with my answers.
The next few months settled into a regular routine. Finally in June,
Master took me along on a business trip to Southern California. Out
Thursday night, back on Friday afternoon. At least that was the plan I
was told. After we had finished our business in Santa Monica, Master
Charles drove the rent car to a small town on the coast about an hour and
a half north of LA. We spent the night at a seashore inn. The next
morning we drove to a little wedding chapel in the hills. It was
picturesque and beautiful. Waiting for us were Barbra, Charlene and the
actor who offered to buy me. Barbra handed Master Charles some papers
which he signed, then had me s ign. He wouldn't let me read the papers
though. We enterd the chapel. The girls stayed in the rear with me, while
Master Charles and the actor went to the front to talk with the Justice
of the Peace. Barbra pulled me into the ladies room and handed me a white
dress. It was a short, lacy, low cut, sexy wedding dress. Charlene put a
veil over my head and handed me my bouguite. Just as we stepped out of
the ladies room the wedding march began. Barbra took my arm and escorted me
down the aisle while Charlene followed as my maid of honor. As I walked,
many thoughts went through my mind. What was going on? Was I marrying
Master Charles? If not, did he sell me to the actor? Is it even a legal
wedding?
When I got to the front, Master Charles took my arm from Barbra and
led me to a spot in front of the JP. The actor stood to the right and
behind Master, while Charlene and Barbra took their place behind and to
the left of me. The music stopped and the JP began.
"We are gathered here to join Charles and Amber in matromony. Do you
Charles take Amber as your legally wedded wife? To have and to hold from
this day forth. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. Till
death do you part?"
"I do"
"Do you Amber take Charles as your legally wedded husband? To have
and to hold. To love, honor and obey. From this day forth. In sickness
and in health. For better or for worse. Till death do you part?"
"I do"
"By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now
pronounce you man and wife. You may know kiss the bride."
It was a short ceromony. After we kissed, all of us went back to the
inn for a reception. It was over before noon. Charlene caught the
bougutie. From there, Master Charles and I drove back to LA. We got to
the girls' house about 5 PM. In my old room, I changed in to a white
leather dress that was laying on the bed. As I walked down the stairs, I
was met by John the cop and escorted to the back patio. When we got to
the door, the wedding march started. What is going on? There was a good
crowd standing on the patio with a wide path down the middle. Everyone
was dressed in leather. Almost half wore collars.
Standing at the end of the path was Regina. She was wearing a black
leather catsuit, cut tight. It was devastating. Before her and to the
right was Master Charles and the actor. John escorted me to Master
Charles while Barbra and Charlene followed. As I walked down the path I
saw many people that I knew from my time with Barbra and Charlene,
including most of the separatists from the club, Bambi, Tami and even
Bob. John turned me over to Master Charles. When we stepped before
Regina, the music stopped, everyone stopped talking and Regina began to
speak.
"Friends we are gathered here to witness the bonding of Master
Charles and his slave Amber. Maqny of us know Amber and know her special
attributes. Some of us know Master Charles and Amber's special love for
him. Let us begin."
"Charles do you take Amber as your lawful slave and property to have
and to use as you see fit from this time forth?"
"I do"
"Do you Amber take Master Charles as your lawful Master, to love,
honor and obey as he sees fit from this time forth?"
"I do"
"Amber, do you accept this collar as a symbol of your
submissiveness and being to Master Charles?"
"I do"
"Charles, do you accept Amber's submissiveness as a symbol of your
ownership of her phyical and mental being?"
"I do"
"By the power of the Goddess, I now pronounce you Master and Slave.
You may now fuck the bitch. Let your friends witness the deflowering of a
new slave bitch."
Barbra and Charlene then grabbed my arms, while Master removed my
dress. I was then moved over behind a heavy wooden chair. The girls bent
me over the chair and tied me down over the back. Master Charles ripped
my panties off and spanked my ass until it was cherry red. Master stood
before me and removed the cod piece of his outfit. Barbra took his
manhood in her hand and pumped it to its fullness. Then she applied KY
Jelly heavily to it. In the meantime, Charlene was applying KY Jelly to
my ass and working it in to lube me fully. Master stepped behind me as
Charlene moved away. He teased my asshole just before he slammed in. I
screamed with pain. Master kept his penis fully in me until my body
started to accept its fullness. Then he began to slowly pump in and out.
As it began to swell just before it climaxed, Master Charles started to
speed up and slam into me like a piledriver. One final time Master
slammed into me. He held on to my waist holding his pussy pole in me. I
could feel his juice spew out of him and into me. Within moments, we
both relaxed and Master pulled himself from me. Charlene wiped him
clean as Barbra cleaned me.Both girls hugged me tight and told me I was
now totally a woman. A leash was snapped to my new collar and the other
end was handed to Master Charles. He led me inside the the applase of the
guests. We led the procession to the dining room which was laid out as a
buffet for the reception.
During the reception, I held Master's plate. I was not allowed a
plate, I was fed by hand from Master's plate. I was led around the house
while Master talked with each guest. All the submissives hugged and
kissed me. Every dominant woman ther did also. Many dominant men hugged
me. After she had hugged and kissed, Regina turned to Master and said.
"She's the best slut I've ever had. Anytime you're tired of her
or want separate vacations, let me know. I will put her to good use."
"Thank you for the offer Regina. I'll keep it in mind, but Barbara
and Charlene have offered to put her to work in their outcall service.
And my best man has offered to put her in the movies."
With all that went on this day and the late hour, I was getting
overloaded. I needed to regain my balance. So, I knelt beside Master and
laid my head against his leg. He patted my head and I looked up at him.
When he looked at me I said.
"Please Master."
"I understand, Amber. Friends, it looks like I've got a horny
little girl that needs to be satisfied. From the both of us, Thank you.
for coming and for making this a special for us. Please continue to enjoy
yourselves. And Good night! Come on slut." With a tug on my leash, Master
led me up the stairs and into Charlene's room. He sat on the bed and I
knelt before him, between his legs. He carressed my head as I looked deep
in his eyes.
"Girl, I know you have many questions. I have not answered them for
a reason. It is now time to answer them. First, it is a legal wedding .
California recognizes gay weddings. Also all your papers say female. The
papers you signed at the chapel included not only the marriage licence,
but also a pre-nuptual agreement and your slave contract. When we get home
we will announce our wedding and you will give your two week notice.
Since it wouldn't be proper for you to work in my office you will become
the proper upperclass housewife. Juan, the houseboy will be given notice
and a good reference. Since you will be home all day. You will perform
the duties of a proper wife and homemaker. Girl will stay on as the maid
and cook. I have found some possible candidates for our two friends who
are seeking someone like you. I will control your time and movements,
more so than I have in the past. Charlene has given us this room for our
wedding night. Now let us enjoy the rest of our lives."
My wedding night was more beautiful than I had ever imagined or
fantasied. Barbra and Charlene served us breakfast in bed the next
morning. Sex was better than I ever imagined as a male. The girls
commented that I glowed the next morning. Just before 1 PM, I hugged Barbra,
Charlene and Regina and boarded the airliner with my Master. This trip
was different in that I was dressed relatively conservatively and wasn't
required to flirt or tease the male passengers. I spent almost the whole
trip snuggled up against Master Charles. When we got home, Jan hugged and
kissed me with joy when she saw my glow and the ring on my finger. That
evening, Master gave Juan his notice, a good recomendation and a job
referral.
On Monday morning, I offically gave notice. I worked Monday while
Master interviewed potential employees and Tuesday I trained my
replacement. All my friends at work ouuu'ed and ahhhh'ed my ring and my
marrying the boss. During lunch Tuesday, the girls at work gave me my
wedding shower. A little late but a lot of fun. Master even laughed when
he saw some of my gifts. A couple of filmy nighties, a jar of vasaline,
etc. He asked if I thought I would ever get to use them.
Wednesday morning, I fed Master his breakfast, saw him to the door,
knelt before him and kissed him good bye on his crotch. After he left, I
spent most of the day working with Juan, getting up to speed doing his
job and learning to cook with Jan. The next two weeks were spent in the
same fashion.
After Juan final day, I did some of his job and part of Jan's. But
for all intents and purposes, I was under Jan's control and spent the day
nude except for my corset , panties, stockings and heels. From this point
on, only something special would see me wearing normal clothing and
without my stainless steel collar. At bedtime, I would lock a chain to
my collar. This chain was attached to Master's bed. My bed was now rgw
floor beside Master's bed. If he wanted my use, all he had to do was pull
my head where it was needed.
For the next several months, I saw what I went through. Cunt (the
boy) was used by Master Charles and Jan in every way. I felt hurt. Master
wasn't using me as very much. Less than when I was a new slut. I was
sleeping more in my own bed, such as it was. I was getting almost no
sexual satisfaction. I know, as a female slave I have no right to expect
sexual satisfaction. But damn it, I was getting a lot more before my
first trip to California. Cunt wasn't allowed to know everything about
me. (S)he thought I was fully female. Cunt served me some, but very
little. Mostly back rubs and the like.
Eight months after Master started her training, cunt, aka Margret
was as female as she was going to get. It was time to deliver. Cunt still
thought I was a real female. Master had business matters keeping him in
town for another two weeks, so I took Margret to LA. We both dresses
slutty, her more so than me. After all I am a married woman. We boarded
the airliner, coach this time. The meal was as bad as I imagined. Per
Master's instructions, I had Margret flirt with and tease the men. By the
time we arrived in LA, Margret had gotten several offers and three
drinks. Barbra and Charlene met us and took us home, after many huggs and
kisses. Once there, I was taken to my old room and Margret was put in the
room next to mine. I unpacked and then opened an envelope Charlene handed me.
'Slut,
For the next month, while I seek a new candidate for transformation,
you will work for the girls. I know the last several months have left you
frustrated, so I think that a month of outcall will mellow you out. As
far as the money is concerned,it will be the same deal as last time. The
money will be put in a trust fund for you. The girls have suggested the
early shift dancing at the club and the late shift on outcall. When the
month is over, I will be there to transfer cunt to her new owner. You
will NOT tell her that. Then you and I will go home. Enjoy your vacation.
Master Charles'
We had a late lunch and then the girls took us to the club. Once
there, I went around to say hello to my friends while Margret was told
the new facts of life and given the tour. Regina was there early, she
hugged me and invited me to sit with her. I had to decline, explaining
that Master had given me to the girls for a month, and I was expected to
work. I also told her that Margret was like myself and that Regina should
try her out. Regina told me to go on and get to work, she would play with
me later and maybe she would try the cunt out. In the dressing room, I
saw the girls whipping Margret. While I changed, I asked them what the
problem was. Barbara told me that Margret was refusing to believe
Master's instructions and refusing to work . I strutted up to Margret,
grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face up to mine.
"Cunt, don't expect any mercy from me. You have been lording
Master's bedding of you over me for the last three months. I worked here
last year and I'm working here again. Because Master ordered it. Now he
wants you to work here and you will. And if you think the girls are bad,
there are some dykes here that make the girls look like angels of mercy.
And these dykes hate men, especially sissy boys. And after they're done
with you, I'll put you through all kinds of hell for the shit you've done
to me. And on top of that I'll convince Master to sell you. Now get
dressed, get your whore ass to work, obey and smile."
With that I spat in her face and slapped her. As I left to start my
sets, I saw her quickly dressing. While I was waiting tables, she danced
her first set. She was timid, slow and boring. She was BAD. As she
finished her second dance, Regina jumped onto the stage and dragged her off
kicking and screaming.
"Cunt everyone here knows who and what you are and why you are here.
You exist to serve and entertain your betters. Since you can't dance
we're going upstairs and find out what you can do. And I better be
entertained."
Regina dragged Margret upstairs. She still hadn't come down when it
was time for me to leave to work outcall. That was schedule for the week.
So I didn't see Margret until the weekend.
When I got up Saturday morning, I found Margret scrubbing the hall
floor on her hands and knees. When she saw me, she crawled over to me,
wrapped herself around my legs and cried her heart out. It seemed that
Regina was unhappy with her performance that first day and whipped her on
stage to everyones surprise and enjoyment. The girls then put her to
work in their regular maid service during the day and keeping her in the
dungeon at night. She looked like hell warmed over. But knowing the
girls, I pushed her away with a warning.
"Get your lazy ass back to work. After all your shit, don't expect
any mercy from me. If you want to get out of this, you better be pleasing
to everyone. You brought this on yourself."
As I turned to return to my room, I saw Charlene watching me. When she
caught
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