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The House
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THE HOUSE
by sissy
property of:
What began as a harmless lark, dressing in my mother's clothes, over the
years developed into a full blown fantasy. That fantasy was to serve a
domineering lady as her little girl/slave. One Sunday afternoon, while reading
the personals, I read an ad that I thought was my dream come true.
Aggressive lady, late 30's, comfortable
in leather and lace. Seeks gentleman
companion. Photo & Phone required Box XXX
Before I gave it a second thought, I replied to the ad. Little did I know my
dream was to become a nightmare.
Within the week, I received a call from Miss Terry in regards to my
letter. The next evening, we met for diner and to talk. At her door, she invited
me in for a nightcap. Soon I was naked before her, prancing around as she
studied, measured and evaluated me. Not much later, I was hustled out the
door with a "Call me Friday afternoon".
When I called the next day, I was invited to spend the weekend with
her. On two conditions. One, I was to be totally submissive all weekend and
two, I was to be totally female all weekend. Quickly I agreed.
I knocked on Her door and was let in. Ms. Terry led me to what appeared to
be a guest bedroom. It was of sorts. Commanded to strip and lie on the bed, I
quickly complied. Where on Ms Terry quickly strapped me down to the bed.
Immobilized, I could only watch and scream as She used hot wax to remove my
body hair, plucked my eyebrows and used electrolysis on my facial hair. She
pedicured my feet and painted the toenails a bright shade of red. It was now
quite late, so Ms Terry locked a leather collar around my neck, put a large
dildo gag in my mouth and dressed in diapers and pink rubber panties.
The rest of the weekend was spent in a tight corset, panties, a little
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girl's party dress, baby doll shoes and socks. By late Sunday night, I could
walk in 4" heels, curtsy, do my makeup and eat pussy with the best of them.
The following weekends showed continued improvement. Soon I was prancing
around in 7" heels and passing in public.
My employment is such that I am usually off one week a month. I told Ms
Terry about this early in our relationship. One Sunday evening, a week before
one of these periods began, Ms Terry told me She had a surprise for me. The
next Friday evening found Ms Terry leading bambi (my female alter-ego) onto a LA
bound airliner. My red leather skirt was so short that when I sat down the tops
of my nylons showed and I had to keep my legs tight together to keep from
showing my panties. To prevent a bulge from showing my cock and balls were
pulled between my legs and held there with a tight chastity belt.
On arrival in LA we (meaning I) got our luggage and were met at the
curb by a white limo. Within 30 minutes of stepping in, the limo stopped in
front of a large white house. The door was answered by a beautiful young
girl dressed as a maid. And she escorted us into the study. There Mistress
Jennifer greeted Ms Terry warmly and coldly inspected me.
With a "Not bad, come upstairs", Mistress Jennifer went upstairs followed
by Ms Terry and myself. In a small, sparse bedroom in the rear of the house,
I was stripped and inspected by Mistress Jennifer. Being in the presence of two
very hot looking ladies and being poked, prodded and caressed by them, my
cock almost immediately got rock solid.
"We're going to have to do something about
that before I give you your new toy"
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With that Mistress Jennifer places a call on the house phone and soon the maid,
crissy, enters the room with a large bowl. When she places it on the bed, I
see it's full of ice and on command, I sit on it, placing my cock and balls
into the ice. Very soon they shrivel up and Mistress Jennifer shoved them into
a small leather pouch which she then laced up, buckled and locked. The pouch
was just big enough to hold my cock and balls when they were completely soft
and it was cut so as to force them back between my legs. There wasn't any
room for them to grow. My falsies were replaced by artificial breasts that
were glued to my chest and a stainless steel collar was secured around my neck.
My corset and crotchless panties were put back on. From under the bed Mistress
Jennifer pulled a steel ankle cuff and attached it to my left ankle. It was
attached to the bed by a heavy chain. I was then thrown onto the bed and told
the new facts of my life. Ms Terry sat beside me and rubbed my cock and balls
with her fingers. As they tried to grow and the pain increased, She told me
what was going on.
"bambi, Mistress Jennifer is a madame and this
house is her brothel. It services a very
unique clientele. A majority of the clients
are women and a few are gay men. Most of the
staff are teenage boys, a few are gay or bi
women and there is one TV, you. I have sold
Mistress Jennifer your use through the end of
next week. Don't disappoint me."
With that she left and Mistress Jennifer knelt over my head and lowered her
wet womanhood to my mouth and I licked and kissed it until she quivered with an
orgasum. Getting off me, she grasps my jaw, looks me in the eye and with a
"Time to earn your keep. Now get to work, whore"
left the room. Crissy came in and quickly cleaned me up and straighten my
makeup (which I was to find out she does after every client).
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My first client entered right after crissy left. She was very large
and very expensively dressed with lots of jewelry. She stripped down and then
sat on my face. I started chocking and all I could do was tongue her until
her orgasm caused her to rock her hips back and forth. Once she was sated
she got up, dressed and left the room after she stuck a bill in my corset top.
My next client was a mother/daughter team. The daughter was a very cute
18 and her mother was also very attractive. The daughter got out of her cutoffs
and sat on my face. As her blond peach fuzz touched my lips I started to lick
at her sweetness. Her mother massaged my pouch with one hand and her
daughter's tits with the other. While giving her encouragement and directions.
She whispers in my ear.
"I'm going to keep doing this until my baby is
completely satisfied. So get cracking."
My cock and balls felt like they were in a hydraulic vise, before the daughter
finally collapsed over my face. After mother pulled her daughter off me, she
pulled up her dress (she wasn't wearing panties either) and sat over my face.
Grasping my jaw so as to keep it open, she urinated in my mouth.
"Lick me clean, slut."
"Patty, I wanted this to be your introduction
to woman sex, special sex and how to treat
men. Now this is a boy/girl, notice the cock
and balls. The pouch means she can't get hard
or have normal sex. The collar marks her as a slave".
With that they straighten up their clothes and left (without a tip).
It was getting late so I had just one more client. He was a very well
known actor. (I later found out that all of Mistress Jennifer's clients were
among the rich and famous. Mistress Jennifer is very discreet and the clients
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feel safe dealing with her). He undressed, walked over to the bed and placed
his soft cock on my lips. I had never sucked cock before, so I refused to open
my mouth. He squeezed my pouch until I took his cock into my mouth and sucked
it until it was solid and slippery wet. Flipping me on my stomach, he then
rammed it into my virgin ass, pumping away til he filled my bowels with his
man cream. Wiping himself off with a towel, he then dresses and as he leaves
sticks a bill in my corset. It's now 2AM and crissy removes my makeup, strips
me and then leads me to the bathroom where she gives me a soapy enema and
washes me. When she finished she leads me into the next room, where there
are three airline dog kennels. I am placed in one and the door is locked.
I curl up and cry myself to sleep.
At 8AM the next morning, crissy let me out of the kennel and after I
clean up, I was lead to the basement, where for the next two hours bobbi
(one of the bi girls) and I washed the night's lingerie. While we worked, bobbi
told me that she, crissy and myself were the only slaves working there. Also that
like myself crissy is a male. The slaves are required not only to work at night,
but also do domestic duties. After we completed the wash, we went to the kitchen,
where bobbi and washed yesterday's dishes while crissy cleaned up the kitchen
and prepared breakfast.
At 11AM, Mistress Jennifer and the rest of the staff sat at the dining
room table as bobbi, crissy and I served breakfast. The three of us stood
against the rear wall and served. After the meal Mistress Jennifer took three
dog bowls from under the sink. In two of them she placed table scraps and
sat on the floor in front of bobbi and crissy. The third, she filled with
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cold oatmeal and sat on the floor in front of me. After we ate, the three of us
cleaned up the dining room, then proceeded to change the linen.
By this time its almost 1PM so we cleanup and dress. Just before One
Crissy chains me to the bed in my room. Today was the same as last night, mostly
women clients and a couple of gay men except for my last client. At 2AM a middle
age couple enter the room. The man removed the ankle cuff from my ankle and
led me down the aisle to another room. As the door opened I saw it was a very
complete dungeon. I was thrown lengthwise on a padded sawhorse and secured.
The woman tore my panties off and then proceeded to whail away at my ass with
a strap. While she was doing this, the man pinched my nose. His cock quickly
filled my opening mouth. Releasing my nose as I began to gag, he grabbed both
ears and began to rape my face. When my ass was finally black and blue and
on fire, she stopped and walked behind me. I felt the cold hard strapon drive
into my ass like a hot poker. They were filling both ends of me. Shortly
I felt them both shiver with their orgasms, but they were not done with me.
From the sawhorse, I was moved to the doctors table, to the bondage bench,
to the wheel and finally to the standing stocks. In each device I was used
and abused. In the stocks they both used my ass twice and left, closing the door
behind them. At 8AM the next morning, crissy released me and led me to the
bathroom. Today was Sunday and it was the same as Saturday. So was Monday,
Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday afternoon, Mistress Jennifer put me in her
limo and took me downtown. She took me shopping. From the beauty pallor, to
the lingerie shop, to the corset maker, to the shoe store, to the dress shop.
I finally minced to the limo in a tight strapless dress that covered down to
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the top of my 7" Dorsey heels. Sitting next to Mistress Jennifer, off we went.
Massaging my lower belly, her only comment was.
"You're ready"
Stopping in front of a row of townhouses, I was let out with the directions.
"Go to #54, ring and do as you're told"
As I was let in by an older gentleman, Mistress Jennifer drove off.
I followed him into the living room, where I saw an elderly lady sitting
in a chair. The gentleman put his arm around my waist and led me into the center
of the living room. As the music started, we began slow dancing. He held me
very close and tight and rubbed his cock on my tummy and brushed his chest
against my tits. The fingers of his right hand dug into my ass. The pain
from my penile pouch caused me to swoon. After several dances, we stopped.
His hands moved to the sides of my head and without a word forced me to my
knees. For the first time the lady spoke up.
"Well get going you little hussy"
Opening his pants, I soon had his manhood between my carmine lips. The lady
began to direct me on how to suck and as he began to spurt, she unzipped my
dress. As I stood up my dress fell into a heap at my feet. He picks me up
and throws me across the lady's chair and begins to use my ass. She fondles
my tits and pouch. Soon I am quivering and moaning and he pumps his manjuice
into my bowels. I am used all evening. It is appoarching midnight when I am
finally allowed to dress and she reapplies my makeup (very heavy and garish).
He went to the phone and she pulled my mouth to her nether lips. She started
to shake when a knock came at the door and the limo driver entered. After
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she climaxed, the driver was given an envelop and I was led to the car.
"On the floor, girl"
I knelt on the rear floor and soon I was back at the house. In my room I had
one more client, a girl who sat on my face until she was sated. It was after
2AM when I was taken to the bathroom and secured for the night.
Friday was a repeat of earlier days, I serviced several clients until
6PM. Then I was loaded into the limo. At a large white house, I was discharged
and knocked. The door was opened by a petite young girl in a maid's uniform.
It was a party of lesbians and I was the party favor. Crawling under the table,
while they ate, I moved from crotch to crotch using my mouth. One went potty
in my mouth, another put a raw carrot in her pussy and fed it to me and
another poured chezz-whez over her crack and forced me to lick it off. After
diner I was tied over a straight back chair and the girls went at both ends
with large, black strap-on dildos. By now I had come to accept what I had
become and would forever more be. Nothing more than a mere receptacle for
my betters' wantonness. The driver picked me up shortly after 3AM and took
me to the house, where I was caged for the night.
The next day, I served many different clients. A few stick out. The
gay male couple who used both ends of me. And the lesbian couple who did
the same. But the most memorable was the five sorority girls who spent 3 hours
wearing me down. When my last client left at 2AM, I was taken to the bathroom
where I cleaned up. But instead of being caged, I was led down the hall to
Mistress Jennifer's suite. When I entered I saw Mistress Jennifer and Ms.
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Terry in the huge bed. I spent the night in bed between them. Sunday afternoon
during the limo ride to the airport, Ms Terry informed me of her plans for me.
"Girl, this week you'll move in with me. On your
weeks' off, you WILL work for Mistress Jennifer.
In a year's time, maybe hormones and working
full time for Jennifer. We'll see."
And so it goes.
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