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Just a Lust Slut
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I had studied Japanese throughout my college years and wanted to put it to
good practical use. Like many others who have an interest in Japan and East
Asia, I went there to teach English for a couple years. The bubble economy
had just popped and things there were getting a little bit tighter than they had
been. Companies and individuals were not paying as much for little extras
like English lessons. But I still had to pay huge amounts for food and
housing. So although I had a job teaching English, I soon started looking for
extra work in the classifieds. I soon found it at a company that provided
"massage services". The work was outcall work in the evenings only, so that
left me free to teach English during regular hours. I had been fairly
traditional and reserved while in the US, but Japan's culture is so much more
open sexually and so many aspects of life are eroticized that I couldn't resist
exploring it in depth. And that is what I set out to do.
Most of the calls I went on were to service housewives who had reserved a
room at a "love hotel". I was lucky in that 95 percent of them were under 40
years of age and in great shape. I never had to do anyone who looked
objectionable. Often they would have their husbands there to watch and pay
me. That may sound strange, but the husbands were impotent. So while the
wife could be satisfied, the husband sort of lived vicariously through me. (I
wonder how Viagra has effected the male prostitute industry in Japan.)
Most of business was like that. But not all of it.
One night I arrived at a hotel and it looked like the usual set up - husband and
wife. The wife and I got down to business. She was hot. Tall and slender
with long flowing black hair. She wanted me to lick her pussy. It was
framed by black stockings and garters, shaved clean and already dripping
wet. I was sure that the husband had been playing with her before I arrived,
but since none of these guys can get it up, I was equally sure that it was
finger play only. Most Japanese chicks strip to their panties before getting on
the bed or futon. At the very least, they remove their shoes. But not her.
She kept on her garters, hose, mini-corset, and spike heels. It made me
super hot to be licking out this beautiful woman, shaved and in lingerie, all
while her hubby watched. As I brought her closer to climax with my tongue,
she wrapped those long legs around my head, grabbed my ears and pulled
my face deeper into her smooth dripping snatch. She dug her black patent
spike heels into my back. She was the ideal woman - Asian, tall, long
flowing hair, dresses like a slut in bed, and absolutely can't get enough
tongue. I know she was enjoying herself, and that was a huge turn on for
me.
I brought her off twice with my tongue and she practically had to beg me to
stop. She wanted some dick. And I was happy to give it to her. I did her
missionary and doggie. I liked the dogie because it allowed me to look down
her garters and corset and because she wrapped her spike heeled feet around
my ankles as I plowed her.
The funny part comes when she asks me to eat her out again after I came
twice in her. I objected. I said I didn't want to eat my own cum. But she
insisted and said she was paying for me to be her sex toy. I said that things
like that weren't included in the service.
"If that is true, then why did you lick my husband's cum out of my pussy?"
I was shocked. I thought it was her own juices. I looked at her husband
where he was in the dark corner of the room and he just nodded and grinned.
Before I looked away from I noticed a small red light and then saw the
camcorder in his hand. He was taping me and his wife. I felt the trap closing
in.
"That's right. He has been taping you licking his cum out of my pussy. We
just keep the tape for our own amusement. But, if you don't do as we say,
we will distribute this tape with your face on the front in all the major video
stores. Eventually your work associates will find out, immigration
authorities will find out, and the best thing that you could hope for is to be
sent out of the country. More likely, you will be charged with immigration
violations and serve time in Japanese prison. All you have to do to avoid all
that is clean me out."
Realizing my situation, I got down between her legs and stuck my tongue in
there tentatively. She grabbed my ears and pulled me in tighter. I tasted the
salty seed, licking her clean as she shivered to several more orgasms. Her
husband continued to tape as I shamefully licked and slurped out my loads on
cum.
When she let go of my ears and unwrapped her legs from the back of my
neck, I got up and wiped off my mouth. She and her husband both laughed.
"My name is Keiko. I will be in touch with your service again. We will need
your cleaning services. Remember our agreement -do as we say and you will
not run into trouble."
I continued to meet with them once or twice a month. My boss at the
"massage" service knew the relationship I had with them and made sure that I
was working out to their satisfaction. It is the Japanese attention to customer
satisfaction applied to the sex industry. He knew the couple personally and
would follow up with them to see how I was working out. He also approved
of the threat they used against me with the video tapes.
For a while, the meetings were the same as the first one. The husband would
stay to the side and tape while we did repeat performances of the first
session. After a while though, she started to "offer" her piss to me for
washing down the loads of cum I had cleaned out of her. Of course, this was
not an offer. It was a demand. I reluctantly accepted. After about ten
meetings, she said that I was boring and no longer satisfying. I would have
to improve if I didn't want have the tapes on the retail shelves and
Immigration on my back. I asked what more I could do.
"Well, up to now you have licked my husband's sperm out of me. Now I
want you to lick it out of him."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and my shock must have showed.
"Don't look so surprised. It is not like you haven't been eating his stuff all
along. You will be doing me a great favor. He is always asking me to suck
him off, but I get tired of it so it is your turn now."
I asked if my boss knew about this. I said that it is supposed to be a service
for women, not for men.
"Of course he knows, dear. And you are right about it being a service for
women. That's what I meant when I said you will be doing me favor. Must
I explain such things? Stop resisting and do as we say."
I got on my knees before him as she took the camcorder. He grabbed the
back of my head and pushed my lips up to the head of his raging hard dick.
"OPEN! Open your mouth!"
I opened up and he quickly stuffed his dick into my mouth. The head of his
hard cock started tapping the back of my throat and I gagged a little. He told
me to relax and I might as well enjoy it. After a couple more forced strokes I
reasoned that I should probably take his advice - for my own good. I began
to suck and tongue his shaft. Both he and his wife praised me. And that
made me want to do even more. I brought him down my throat in ways that I
had read about. It sent him into spasms. I kept it up for a few minutes until
he jetted long, thick squirts of cum into my mouth and throat.
"That was fabulous, dear. Don't forget to swallow it all." said his wife.
I did swallow, if only to get it out of my mouth. But I can't say it was so
bad. It was better than licking out her pussy. I swear I could feel the little
sperms swimming around trying to "impregnate" me. It was like a tingling
sensation on my tongue and throat. It actually felt very sexy and I knew that
I would not resist next time.
The session after that, the couple insisted that I shave my body before we
begin. I shaved myself before out of curiosity, and I actually liked the
sensation of smooth, hairless skin. But if I shaved at this time it would mean
that all the other customers I went to would also see me shaved. I asked if
my boss had consented and she responded, "Yes. Of course." I should have
known. (As it turned out, my other customers really liked the look of me
shaved too.)
Japanese have a custom of bathing both before and after sex, so I added a
task to my pre-sex bath - a body shave. It took about 30 minutes but by the
time I was done, I was completely hairless from the chin down. As I stepped
out of the bath nude and ready for anything, she was waiting. She held out
some underwear for me to slip on. It was the under wear that she wore from
our first session - the black hose, garters and cincher. I put them on without
protest. I guess I was learning not to bother resisting her will. When I had
pulled the sheer hose up my glossy smooth legs and attached them to the
garters, she had me stand and applied scarlet lipstick to my lips.
"All the better for cocksucking, dear. You do want that big reward, right?"
I had to nod yes, and shamefully admit that I meant it.
I serviced them both orally many times that night. She even sat on my face at
one point. But after every orgasm, she refreshed my lipstick to high gloss. I
felt really hot. They finally let me cum at the end of the night and I came in
buckets. They made sure I licked it all up. Then they sent me on my way . .
. still wearing my hose, garters and panties under my regular clothes. They
told me that next time I would have to be wearing them when I arrive.
My boss picked me up from the session that night as he always did and asked
me how it went. I told him about the session and he seemed to know all of it
before I even explained. I was sure that the client and he were in close
contact about me and their plans for me.
My boss then revealed to me that if I wanted to continue with my job there
were some new conditions that I would have to meet. Of course I wanted to
keep the job. It was lucrative and usually fun. Much better then teaching
English, that's for sure. So I agreed, even before hearing the terms, that I
would follow through with them. He then said that I had to get into better
shape, stay shaved all the time and get a tan. He gave a business card to a
health club of a friend of his that I would have to go to for an hour a day. He
said that the manager of the club would take care of my training routine. It
would be mostly cardio and aerobic workouts. He also gave me some
vitamin supplements and told me to take one a day while cutting down on my
caloric intake. It was clear that he thought I needed to lose some weight. I
was not fat by any means, but he wanted me thinner nonetheless. He said
that the club would also have a tanning both that I should use a couple times a
week. He then produced a white bikini that he wanted me to tan in. It was a
woman's top and bottom. I was shocked at this turn of events. What could I
say? I was shocked, and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I
knew that I was not in a position to resist. I simply consented, took the
articles and fell silent.
The next day before my day job, I went by the health club and introduced
myself to the manager. It was a very proper looking place and the manager
was courteous. He showed me to locker room, let me change into a
introduced me to a trainer and the trainer. He was a buff, but not bulky, guy
and was all business when it came to training. I started on crunches, then
aerobics and then cardio machines. After the work out, the manager met me
in the locker room and showed me where the tanning booth was. They were
relatively private, so no one was likely to see my tanning suit. He said that I
could use it any time. I knew that I would be using it often. Just not today.
I continued to see my client and her husband. It seems like the more I did to
please them, the more I caved into their demands, the more difficult they were
to satisfy. Keiko became concerned that I was getting satisfaction elsewhere.
She suggested to my boss that I should refrain from ejaculating except while
on the job. He, in turn, upped the ante by insisting that I should not cum at
anytime outside of her presence.
To achieve these ends, he decided that I needed to be locked into a chastity
tube. He gave me a business card for a body piercing shop and said that I
should go there the next day. I went there the next day after my day job. The
shop person was expecting me. He ushered me to the back and told me to get
undressed. I didn't hesitate for long. I got the feeling that he had seen it all
and nothing I was doing there that day was especially unusual for him. He
shot some anesthesia into the base of my shaft and waited for it to take effect.
I couldn't feel anything down there. It was unnerving in more ways than
one. He pulled on some latex gloves, pulled the skin taught on my shaft and
popped a Prince Albert opening. Then he grabbed a small metal tube from
his table and, pulling my limp shaft straight and thin, slid the tube on my
dick. The tube was about two inches long so it covered my flaccid penis
from base to head. It was very tight around the shaft. I didn't think I would
be able to get erect in it. He proceeded to slide the clasp of a lock through
two small holes in the sleeve that were lined up with the openings of the
Prince Albert piercing. He told me to get dressed and meet me at the front of
the store. I paid for his services and requested the key. He said, "Oh no. I
will be sending this directly to your boss. He has instructed me not to
provide any copies to you for any length of time."
Damn! I thought I was going to be able to get a copy that way. But my boss
had thought of everything. He and his client seem to always be one step
ahead. The anesthesia was wearing off and I was starting to get hard from
the idea that someone else controlled the most precious and private part of my
anatomy. I was sure that it was too tight to try cutting off and the lock clasp
was also too close to try cutting. As for picking the lock, I guess that was a
possibility. But I had no clue how to do that. I would have to go through the
embarrassment of having someone else do it for me. I was in this thing for
the long haul.
On the way to my evening job, I had to walk through the streets of the
entertainment district. Seeing the sexily clad women walking around gave
my cock twitches. But the piercing and sleeve did an efficient, if extreme
job, of keeping my cock in check.
I met my boss and he asked me how the tube felt. I said it was comfortable
but frustrating.
"Perfect," he responded. "That is so you can bathe and shave your groin and
walk around normally without having to ever take it off."
I asked, "What if I get a girlfriend?"
"No." he said.
I knew he meant that girlfriends were no longer a possibility for me.
The first client I had that night was a married couple, as usual. They were
met directly by my boss. He usually didn't do that. He usually just dropped
me off at the hotel and let me go to the client's room on my own. But this
time he accompanied me to the door. He handed the client a key and told
them about my situation. He also said that, if at all possible, I should be
prevented from cumming. That night I performed cunnilingus for over an
hour and was allowed to enter the woman only after bringing her to two
orgasms and nearly a third. I was able to get several strokes into her and then
she had her third orgasm - not enough time for me to get one of my own. I
was forced to pull out. They made me take a cold shower while they
watched. When I was limp enough, they fastened the tube back on my shaft
and locked it on. As I walked through the lobby and exited the hotel, all the
dressed-up and dressed-down women had me going crazy with unfulfilled
desire.
As the weeks passed, my diet and exercise made me much thinner. My boss
had specified what I can eat and when for each week. I had gone from being
175 lbs. to about 165 already. I still had some fat around my stomach, but it
was disappearing fast. What I hadn't counted on, especially given the
exercise routines, is that my muscle mass was also decreasing. My arms and
legs were getting trimmer too.
The tanlines were showing up quite well now. I hadn't noticed until I put it
on for the first time, but the bikini was made mostly of sheer material. So
those areas that were sheer would allow the skin underneath to be tanned as
well. As it turned out, the ass cheeks and bra cups were sheer except for the
shape of some Japanese kanji characters. The skin under the characters
would remain white. There was one character on each cheek and one on each
tit. So now my ass told all who saw it that I was a "toy". And my chest told
all who saw it that I was a "slave".
My night job was taking up more and more of my time. It was paying much
better than teaching English, but it still would not cover all of my expenses. I
spoke to my boss about it and he suggested that I quit teaching English to be
a full time slut. He said that I could live in a dorm next to Keiko's house for
free, but that it was a female only dorm so I would have to live as a woman.
I was taken aback. I didn't think that it would be taken this far. But I also
knew that I was trapped -physically by my cock sleeve, legally by the threat
of Immigration Services and economically by my income. I didn't even have
enough money to get back home with. So I consented.
Now began the strictest period of my enslavement and feminization. My diet
and exercise had, by this time, given me a slender appearance. My boss took
me to a salon for some feminizing touches. There I had my ears pierced and
my short hair tinted and styled into a woman's bob. I had long acrylic nails
affixed to my fingers and painted in French manicure style. I was taken into
the back were I was given a shot and soon fell unconscious. When I woke, I
looked in the mirror and saw a naked woman with pencil thin eyebrows, dark
eyeliner, lipliner, large tits and baby smooth skin. I heard a voice next to me
say, "That is you who you are looking at. We have tattooed on your make
up. It will save you time, especially since regular lipstick would always just
end up on someone's cock or vagina. Your new tits will hurt for a while, but
at least now you have a good reason to proudly show off those tits that say
you are a "slave". I was allowed to sit there and absorb what had happened
as the effects of the drug wore off. I was given a simple dress, blouse and
shoes and then I left with my boss.
We went to meet Keiko and then went shopping for my new identity. We
went to several boutiques for women's clothing where Keiko and my boss
discussed what would look good on me with the sales lady. They spoke and
acted like I wasn't even there, holding various articles of clothing up to me to
see what would look best. They bought several sets of clothing -- a black
backless dress with a hem that terminated half way down the thigh, a white
leather micro mini and a sheer white blouse, and another mini that was
spandex-lycra with a matching halter top. At another shop they bought bags
of various frilly and sexy lingerie. Everything from garters and hose to strict
looking corsets. At the shoe store, they bought me some platforms, spikes,
ankle boots, and one pair of knee high boots.
They took me back to the dorm where my room was waiting. It was fairly
spartan but was quaintly traditional -- a small room with straw floor and futon
in the corner. The community bathroom and kitchen were down the hall. I
hung up my new clothing in the closet. My boss said that I would not be
allowed to return to my old apartment, but he would take care of the lease and
moving my belongings to the dorm. He added that my male clothing would
be destroyed.
Keiko noted that my new clothes were a bit tight. She suggested that I go on
a more severe diet. I wondered how much more severe a diet could be and
then I got my answer: for the next week I would eat nothing except
Mistress's produce. I would be restricted to the dorm for the next week and
the other girls in the dorm would help keep me from eating. If I wanted to
drink something, it would come from Keiko's bladder. If I wanted
something to eat it would come from Keiko's ass. I resisted this for about a
day and a half with a hunger strike. But by the end of the second day, I was
begging for something to drink. Keiko was called to give me some of her
liquid. I was made to lie down on my back as Keiko squatted over my face
and let loose with a torrent of golden liquid. After I had swallowed it all, she
sat on my tattooed lips and said that I should thank her by bringing her to an
orgasm or two. I was willing, and since she was cutting off my oxygen, it
was also in my best interest. She was already juicing from watching me
swallow her piss and I was able to quickly bring her off.
She got off and started to leave. Before exiting, she said, "By the end of the
fourth day, you will be begging to eat my shit. You just better hope that your
need to eat and my need to defecate coincide." She was right. I was begging
for anything to eat by the end of the next day. I had to wait to the next
morning for her to get the urge for that, but she tided me over with another
dose of her piss. By the end of the week, I was eating and drinking
everything that came out of her. I was beginning to associate her with
sustenance. Like Pavlov's dog, I was being conditioned. After the week
was over, I was allowed one meal a day, unlimited water and anything that
came out of Keiko. And I no longer minded. In fact I enjoyed it. Before my
diet I was a little bit too big for my new clothes and now I was, if anything, a
little small. I had a great figure.
I was now in a new job and I needed to resolve immigration issues. Mistress
Keiko, as I now called her, had a solution for that too - I could get married.
She had someone in mind. It was another male slave of hers. It was the guy
who I had assumed was her husband. Of course Mistress was in charge and
the marriage was just for the convenience of immigration purposes. But the
wedding ceremony was interesting. The official part was just a submission
of paperwork. The unofficial part was private. He was dressed in leather
regalia and I was in a restrictive white corset, my cock sleeve, high white
platforms and a scarlet dog collar. Mistress presided over the ceremony
which culminated in my sucking him off to several throat shattering orgasms.
She then stepped out from behind her podium. It was then that I saw she
was wearing a large, glistening black strap-on. She told me to lean forward.
As I did so, she lubed up my ass. She reminded me that I had the word "toy"
tanned into my ass. "That means that you are MY toy. Understand?"
mistress asked. "Yes Mistress," I quickly responded. She then proceeded to
take my anal virginity with the huge cock she had on. She fucked me hard
for half an hour as I cried in pain. After she was done, I checked myself and
found that I was bleeding badly. Mistress then said,"You'll get used to it.
You'll have more than just me using that hole." After the ceremony was
complete, my boss came in and kissed Mistress. "This is my real husband.
He will complete your initiation to womanhood now." He then proceeded to
rape my ass and came deep and long in there.
Instead of a wedding ring, letters spelling "keiko's toy" were tattooed all the
way around the base of my shaft where the cock sleeve did not cover. And
around my waist like a belt was tattooed "forever the toy, slave, pet and
property of Mistress Keiko." The one around my waist was done twice -
front and back - to complete the circle.
When I returned to the dorm, I was finally introduced to the other women.
Surprise - other women in dorm are "new half" and work in the night club
that is run and managed by Mistress. "Newhalf" is the Japanese term for
trans-gendered. The night club caters to males and curious females. As is
customary in Japanese service industries, the customer gets whatever they
ask for. I started at the club soon and spent most of my time revealing my
sexy ass and tits to customers, being fondled, and getting under the table to
give "lip service". I gave about ten blow jobs a night. Some customers gave
me extra for their version of a lapdance in which their dicks were let out of
their trousers and stuffed up my ass. I would bounce up and down on their
lap until they blew their loads in me. That was both one of the most
humiliating and exciting things I had to do. At least when giving head, I
didn't have to look them in the face and, although I enjoyed giving head for
the creamy reward, I didn't get especially excited when doing it. But when I
had a dick in my ass, I couldn't help myself. Having the customer see my
face when I was in that state was humiliating.
Between the hefty doses of sperm, Mistress's "produce" and the one bowl of
rice in the morning, I was now losing only about half a pound a week. The
corset training and workouts also trimmed me in all the right places. I
continued my tanning sessions, making the "toy" and "slave" marks more
apparent, even in the darkness of the club. I knew the "slave" and "toy"
markings described my status to Mistress and my Boss. But the customers
liked to think it is something I did for them.
The customers never got to play with my naked cock which remained locked
in its cock sleeve most of the time. So they never found out about the tattoos
and cock sleeve. My Mistress unlocked the sleeve from time to time, usually
once a month, so that she could clean me. I would inevitably get hard from
her ministrations and would be allowed to jack off. I would have to jack off
several times before my erection subsided enough to fit back into the sleeve.
By the third or fourth time, I was hurting, but I couldn't help it. I knew how
long it would be before I got another chance and looking at sexy Mistress
standing before me waiting for me to finish my business didn't help matters.
Of course, whatever discharge there was would have to be eaten by me.
Mistress would always have my clean the cum off my chest and stomach with
my fingers and then lick them clean.
Even though I had the lipliner tattooed on, I still used regular lipstick since it
helped slide the cocks in and out and gave my lips extra sheen. I was one of
the favorite girls at the club because of my Western looks. So I got a lot of
tips and was able to save up a good amount of money in spite of spending a
lot on clothes and trips to the beauty parlor. I could have moved into a decent
apartment or even gone back home, but I decided to stay where I was and
have more surgery done to make me look prettier and more feminine. I
wasn't going to try going back to my old life, even it was possible. I was
moving forward.
(the end)
Jo
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