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THE LANDLORD PART 2 CHAPTER 1 It was almost two weeks after my horrific experience at the hands of my landlord and fortunately I hadn't seen him about since. I had been frantically looking for a job but to no avail. I had even tried the local McDonalds I was so desperate. There was always the option of just packing my bags and going home to my parents but then I'd never get a job there. After the part that I had played for my landlord I honestly thought that I had bought myself enough time to get myself straight. How wrong I was, I should have realised that I had submitted to him too easily and that he would soon want more 'rent'. I was alone in my room about nine o clock one evening when there was a loud knock at my door. I knew who it was, who else could it be? Any friends of mine would have to buzz my flat from the front door to get in and none of the other tenants would knock so loudly. Besides I had been avoiding the few friends that I actually had in this town; most of the people I knew where just acquaintances from my previous employment. And anyway I really didn't feel like talking to anybody after what had happened to me; I was ashamed, felt dirty and embarrassed. I didn't answer at the first knock nor the second but by the third even louder bang I realised that he knew I was in and was not going away. Reluctantly I shuffled to my front door and opened it. "About fucking time bitch, when I knock on your door you open it first time you cunt." He growled as he pushed passed me and into my flat leaving me to close the door behind him. "We need to talk, it's now two months rent so have you got the ?1000 you owe me?" Slowly shaking my head I replied. "Surely not a ?1000 Mr Wilton, what about last week? I thought that I must have paid it off." He just laughed and snarled. "You what? You dumb cunt! Do you think that your precious fucking sissy- cunt is worth that much for one night's entertainment? Who the fuck do you think you are bitch?" Oh my god, my heart sank with the realisation of where this was leading sank in. "No please Mr Wilton, no please Sir not again, please..." was all I could whimper. "You earned a little off your debt last time honey but you're still into me for quite a lot of money and the debt is rising," "I want you to be Cindy again tomorrow night. You will come to my flat at 7pm and don't be late" I shook my head in disbelieve and decided there and then that I was going to move out tomorrow, no way was I going through that again. "I can see from the look in your eyes princess that you are thinking of doing a quick escape tomorrow morning. I don't advise it, even if you left now you would still owe me the money and I WANT MY MONEY IN CASH OR KIND?" His eyes had penetrated right through me, was I such an easy victim for this bastard? He continued to talk as I tried to avoid his gaze. "When you were out one day I let myself in here and hacked into your computer. I have all your contact details, friends, family, etc. So if you decide to do something stupid, such as not being at my flat door at 7pm tomorrow they will be getting an email each" I looked up at him confused, what could he mean? "I have some films and some stills from the other evening of your little performance as Cindy. Of course they are edited to show you dressing and performing as if it is your own free will" He paused to let this fact register before moving on to say. "Also the there was a hidden camera in the bedroom and the living room." "The films are edited to show you engaging in many sex acts in an apparently willing way that you wouldn't want anyone you know to see. If you don't show up on time tomorrow night I will send copies of dozens of photos and video links to everyone in your contacts" There was nothing I could do, the bastard had me and he knew it, with a resigned look I nodded my acceptance. "Very good sweetheart, before you come down I want you to shave and shower using this." He reached into his jacket pocket and took out the bottle of exfoliating cream that I had used previously. "Do it just like Daddy likes it honey, all over but leaving your sexy little girly triangle." "Then you will come downstairs and let yourself in, make sure you lock the door behind you. Then go into the same room as you got dressed in last time, put on the make up on the dresser and the clothes that will be laid out for you" He startled me out of my stupor by clapping his hands together loudly. "You got that bitch?" With that he laughed and winked. "See you later princess." He blew a kiss and walked out of my flat. I had an uneasy sleep that night as I turned over the options in my head. I could go to the police but that would mean having to explain what had happened to a bunch of fucking macho men that would probably either laugh or not take it serious. Besides what evidence did I have, if the photos and edited film made it look like I was a willing partner the police would just assume that I was some young virgin gay-boy that got cold feet after the fact! There was nothing for it, I had to go back. The next morning I vowed to get myself as stoned as I could before I had to do the inevitable. I spent all afternoon smoking more and more. At 5pm I realised that I had better shake myself out of this and get on with it. I went to the bathroom and after carefully shaving my face I got in the shower. There wasn't actually that much hair on my body after my recent visit. So within a short space of time I was completely smooth except for the area he had demanded. I sat for almost an hour and smoked a couple more joints building myself up as I watched the clock speed towards the hour. At two minutes to seven I walked slowly down the stairs like a man heading to his own execution. A minute later I entered his flat, shut and locked the door behind my and went into the room that I remembered so humiliatingly from last time. As I turned on the light I saw the make-up and wig on the dresser then my heart and head sunk even lower as I looked at the outfit hanging from the wardrobe door and the lingerie on a chair beside it. It was a short black maids dress with white lace trim around the neck and hemline, it looked so short I doubted it would reach my stocking- tops when I wore it? Also on the same dress-hanger was what looked like a little white lacy apron to go around the waist. On the chair next to the hanging outfit was some lingerie, my curiosity got the better of me and I went to examine the garments that would be the source of my shame and humiliation for this evening. There was a pair of black, sheer, frilly panties, a black with white lace and trim six strap suspender belt and a matching bra. Draped over the back of the chair was a pair of non-stretched fully fashioned black stockings with a seam up the back and a pair of lacy black fingerless gloves again with white lace trim to match the rest of my outfit. I noticed the black five inch platform heels on the floor under the chair and the blond wig on the wig-stand. I turned away to the dresser and saw on top a printed A4 sheet of paper which I naturally read. HELLO CINDY LAST TIME YOU VISITED ME YOU WERE TAUGHT HOW TO PLEASE ME SEXUALLY. THIS TIME YOU WILL LEARN OBEDIENCE. YOU WILL PUT ON THE MAKE-UP AS BEFORE AND THE OUTFIT THAT I HAVE SELECTED FOR YOU. IT IS AN OUTFIT DESIGNED TO SHOW YOU YOUR NATURAL PLACE OF SUBMISSION. STRIP NAKED AND PUT YOUR MALE CLOTHES IN THE BAG PROVIDED THEN PLACE IT OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM DOOR; YOU CAN HAVE THOSE BACK WHEN I HAVE FINISHED WITH YOU. YOU HAVE UNTIL 8.30PM TO MAKE SURE YOUR FACE, HAIR AND NAILS ARE PERFECT AND TO PUT ON THE OUTFIT MAKING SURE THE SEAMS ARE STRAIGHT, ETC. THEN YOU WILL KNOCK ON MY LIVING-ROOM DOOR AND WAIT FOR ME TO TELL YOU TO ENTER. ON ENTERING YOU ARE TO CURTSY AND SAY. "GOOD EVENING SIR, MY NAME IS CINDY, I AM YOUR SISSY, BIMBO FUCKDOLLY, HOW MAY I SERVE YOU?" THEN STAND WITH YOUR HEAD BOWED, HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK AND LEGS CROSSED AT THE ANKLES; IN SILENCE! As much as my spirits sank at the thought of what could happen to me tonight there was no choice except to face up to it and get on with it. I removed all my male clothes and put them in the bag, then put the bag outside in the hallway and started to do my make-up. He had left me an ashtray, a lighter and two rolled joints, I guess that he wanted me to be stoned when we met as it would make me more pliable and to be honest I was grateful. I tried to remember the way had done it before, with the layers of foundation, the eye-pencil, the mascara, the red eye-shadow, lip under- coat, blusher, powder then the thick coat of red lip-stick followed with a layer of powder that kinda blurred the edges and toned it all down a bit. I decided to leave the wig until last so I sprayed myself liberally in the scented body-spray and gave a good long squirt of perfume onto my neck, chest and wrists. Then I started to dress, the frilly panties were quite stretchy and very sheer, almost see-thru between the frills. They were also cut a little higher across my buttocks than the ones I had worn before. I looked at myself over my shoulder in the mirror and saw that they exposed the bottom third of my bum cheeks and would be easily moved to the side if he wanted to spank or fuck me. I struggled with the seamed stockings taking several attempts to get the seam straight and fasten them to the six suspender straps. Then I put on the matching bra and inserted the large false breasts. My earlier assessment of the dress proved to be correct, it only just reached my stocking-tops and would surely ride up to expose my bum and panties if I stretched, bent over or even sat down incorrectly. I tied the little apron in a big bow behind my back, put on the heels then slid the lacy black gloves up my arms, they reached just over my elbows and even though they were fingerless there was a small strap that fitted over my third finger and held them in place. I looked up at the small clock on the dressing table, he had told me to be ready by 8.30pm, it was now 8.15pm; I had fifteen minutes to smoke another of the joint that he had left me and mentally prepare myself for this evenings ordeal. At 8.30pm I stood up, straightened my dress and slowly walked to the living-room door. I silently repeated my lines over and over, I didn't want to get this wrong. CHAPTER 2 KNOCK, KNOCK, I waited. After a couple of seconds I heard his voice. "Come in slut" I tottered into the room and gave my best curtsy almost stumbling with the effort. I then repeated my rehearsed greeting. "Good evening Sir, my name is Cindy, I am your sissy, bimbo fuckdolly, how may I serve you?" I bowed my head to the floor, put my hands behind my back and crossed my legs at the ankles as I had been instructed. It was difficult to balance on the heels stood like this and I felt myself sway a little from side to side. "Stand still you stupid slut," he snapped. I steadied myself and gazed at the floor in a bit of a stoned stupor, which was probably the best way to get through this. "Last time you were here I treated you like my girlfriend and taught you how to be a woman" He paused for effect before continuing. "This time you will learn some discipline and respect. You owe me a lot of money and it is gonna take you quite some time to work it off." I didn't dare respond to this even though the thought of the trap I was in filled me full of questions to say the least! The main one being just how many times would this be necessary? "Tonight you are going to learn how I want you to behave on your visits to me. You will be feminine, obedient, submissive and demure at all times." "You will answer to and refer to yourself as Cindy at all times when dressed like the sissy bitch you are" "Of course you will also answer to bitch, whore, slut, fucktoy, cunt, bimbo or anything else I want to call you. And for tonight you will refer to me as MASTER." "You got that you dumb, fucking, bimbo, bitch, cunt, slut, whore?" He paused for effect as he snapped out each of the last few words. "Yes," I quickly answered, too quickly as I remembered to add, "MASTER." Luckily he didn't seem to notice the hesitation in my voice; I really didn't want to make this situation any worse by angering him. "It is time you learnt some rules whore," he sneered at me. "Number one, you only fucking speak when you are spoken to. You will learn the difference between a direct question or statement which will require an answer and rhetorical ones which will not. The only other times you will open your mouth is when I wanna stick my cock in it" "Number two, you have no fucking rights whatsoever when you are my 'guest'. Only men have rights in my world and you have given up that right the moment you put on a pair of girls pretty little panties." "Number three, you must NEVER say no to me, you must obey every little thing I tell you instantly and completely or YOU WILL BE PUNISHED" "Number four, you must only ever think of yourself as female and therefore demure and submissive towards your betters, which are for your information sissy, ALL MEN!" "Number five, you must always keep your head bowed in submission. You must never look me or any other man in the eye. You are just a fucktoy and are not worthy of looking eye to eye with a real man. When facing a man your gaze must never be above his crotch level." "Number six, you must keep your body smooth at all times. I like my pussy bitches to be completely free of any body hair except for that little triangle in your panties above your little tranny clitty." "Number seven, you must always curtsy and greet me with good evening MASTER, morning or afternoon whichever is applicable whenever you meet me. Just those three little words and those words alone. Then you will shut up, stand with your head bowed, your legs crossed at the ankles and your hands behind your back and await further instructions." "Number eight, you will refer to your cock as your clitty from now on and your little smooth balls as your juicy pussy lips and your fuck hole as your vagina, snatch, twat, pussy, cunt, or whatever else takes your MASTER'S fancy. Only MEN have cocks and balls, little sissy cock-sucking bitches don't." "Number nine, you must always wear short skirts whenever you are my guest; in case I need easy access to your bottom or cunt. AND NEVER JEANS OR TROUSERS; MEN wear trousers, bitches do not." "Number ten, you must always wear the highest of heels to raise and display that pert little bottom for me. A bitch's ass should be pushed out at all times." "Number eleven, you must always wear stockings and suspenders. All men like stockings and suspenders; most girls these days choose not to wear them, but you my little pet have no fucking choice. You are my pussy now." "Number twelve, you will always wear the sexiest and flimsiest of panties. The feel of them against your clitty and pussy lips will remind you that you are a worthless, little sissy slut, bimbo bitch. And therefore a fucktoy for men's pleasure." "Number thirteen, you must keep yourself looking and smelling sexy at all times. It is your responsibility to ensure that your make up is done fully and correctly and that you have used body spray and perfume. "Number fourteen, the same applies to make up. It must always be done to the absolute best of your ability. Don't worry you will get plenty of practice." "And you hair must be perfectly groomed." "Number fifteen, if I introduce you to any other men you will ALWAYS be respectful to them; on meeting them you will curtsy and call them SIR, only I am ever MASTER! You will remember that all men are your superior; you are just a worthless bit of pussy" "I have printed these rules out on a sheet of paper," he said picking the sheet up of the little side table. "Here take it, I want you to read each rule out to me and after you have read each rule out you will curtsy and say; I FULLY UNDERSTAND AND WILL OBEY THIS RULE TO THE LETTER MASTER." Slowly shaking my head in a dazed confused state, he growled at me. "Lost your fucking voice bitch?" "N-n-no S-sir." I shook as I answered him. "Then fucking get on with it then you bitch. I haven't got all fucking night," he snapped. I stood before my MASTER and slowly repeated his rules back to him; not forgetting to curtsy and confirm my acceptance of each and every one of them. With each rule, confirmation and curtsy I submitted to him and became his slave. My mental will was being broken down bit by bit, he wanted to remove any maleness and resistance from my mind and body. When I had finished reading them he gave me a slow, ironic handclap and said. "Very good whore, what a clever little girl you are; now all we have to do is turn those fine sentiments into deeds" What could I do? This nightmare was never ending, no matter how many times I tried to please this bastard it was no good; things just got even worse. He had me trapped, he had the photos, I owed him money, there was nothing I could do except blank out my mind and continue. "Time for your inspection slut; you will be inspected each time you dress for me. I will be checking your make-up and hair, your body for any unwanted hair, your outfit, seamed stockings straight, etc and your cunt for tightness and stretch; any faults or imperfections will be punished" He clicked his fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of him. "THERE, BITCH, NOW." I stepped forward and stood in front of his chair, I was only a couple of feet from him, close enough for him to lean forward and touch me if he so desired. "Very nice princess you are a very pretty little girl; what are you??" I picked up that this was a direct question and one to be answered so I replied, "I am a very pretty little girl MASTER." With that he laughed and said, "Very good; now put your hands on your head and stretch your body, look up to the ceiling not at me; remember rule number five?" "Mmmm oh yes what a lovely slim elegant figure you have my little fucktoy, very girly and fem." "I do like your narrow waist and your false tittys; a C-cup, just right for your figure." "Now turn around slowly bitch, I want to see how your arse looks in that skirt." What with the joints I'd smoked, the high heels and my nerves it wasn't as easy as I thought to slowly swing around with my feet still crossed at my ankles and I nearly stumbled. He merely laughed and told me. "Looks like you're gonna need a little practice at deportment princess." I blushed with embarrassment, my back now to him. "Oh yes, what a lovely little tight arse you have in that skirt, slut. Oh what things I'm gonna do to that bottom girl!" "Now turn back to face me, put your palms flat on your thighs and lean forward so I can have a closer look at your make up." Again I was a little unsteady as I leaned forward. He put his index finger under my chin and lifted my face up so that he could see me closely' I instinctively averted my eyes from his gaze in submission. "Not bad for a cheap whore," he sneered as he sat back in his chair. "Now stand up and put your hands behind your back." "I can see that you are wearing the correct regulation height heels, never less than four and a half inches. And I can see that you are wearing nylons; BUT ARE THEY STOCKINGS AND SUSPENDERS BITCH?" He leaned a little forward and put his hand towards me, I knew better than to move or flinch. As I was looking down with my hands back behind my back I could see his hand as he brushed it gently against the side of my knee and up to my hemline. I shuddered as it ran up and down my stocking clad leg; this amused him a little. "That's it sweetheart feel the soft caress of your MASTER'S hand; my hands can give you such pleasure as well as pain, my little slut." It felt humiliating to be surveyed like a piece of meat by a man. Kind of unnerving to be examined and appraised like a whore in a brothel by a client. Or like a slave in a flesh market being checked out by a buyer I thought with a shudder. But worse was to come as he continued. "Prove you are wearing stockings and suspenders like I told you too and haven't taken the easy option and put tights on like you modern 'girls' do out of fucking laziness." "With your finger tips, lift up the hem of your skirt slowly until I can see your stocking-tops." I immediately complied and slowly lifted them up to reveal just the tops; not an inch lower or one inch higher than he had commanded. "Mmmm very sexy slut, good girl. Now a little higher let me see the little straps and clasps of your suspender belt." Again I lifted a little higher. "Now higher whore, I want to see your smooth white flesh above your stocking-tops." I lifted the hem up high enough to display to my MASTER enough to prove to him that I was in fact most definitely wearing the prescribed stockings and suspenders. "So far so good whore, you've managed to remember what I have told you. Now I want you to lift that sexy short skirt up higher so I can see your pretty little panties." "I WANT TO SEE YOU SHOW ME YOUR KNICKERS, ON MY COMMAND, LIKE A GOOD WHORE SHOULD." My breathing was very fast and shallow I was already humiliated; this man really did know how to verbally control me. I took a deep breath and lifted up my skirt and showed my MASTER my panties; my symbol of femininity and natural submission. "Very pretty slut, very, very pretty my princess and matching suspenders and panties. I trust that your bra is matching too? A slut must always wear matching lingerie; it shows taste and class even in a worthless little cunt like you." I didn't move or flinch I just stood there motionless with my ankles still crossed, head still bowed and with my skirt held up to my waist level, his eye level! Holding it between my thumb and forefinger my other fingers stretched out in a girly fashion. He reached forward and gently brushed under my pussy lips through my panties with the tips of his fingers. "What are these slut?" he quizzed. "They are my pussy lips MASTER," I responded. "Good girl, they are your pussy lips. A man would have balls here wouldn't he? But you are no man are you, dressed like that flashing your knickers to a nasty, dirty bastard like me?" "N-n-no MASTER," I whispered. His finger tips stroked on upwards over my clitty encased in the flimsy fabric of my panties. "And this slut, what is this? A real man would have a cock here but you are not a man are you? If you were a real man then you wouldn't be stood before me dressed like that, would you bitch?" "No MASTER I am not a man MASTER, I am a girl, a bitch, MASTER and that is my little clitty MASTER." He smiled when I said that it was the full answer that he had required. "You are learning bitch, but you have much more to learn. You must be put in your place slut and I am the man that is going to do it" "Now let's see if you can be really clever and remember what else a bitch has in her panties apart from pussy lips and clitty. Something else that a MAN wouldn't have, only a nasty, little, fucktoy whore has?" I knew what he wanted me to say and I knew that when I said it he would have pushed me further along the path a femininity and submission. He would have humiliated me into saying the most derogatory words about a part of my own body; but I also knew that I would have to! I tried to be clever and deflect the question a little. "A bitch has a vagina, a pussy, a cunt in her panties MASTER." But he was onto my wordplay. "Don't avoid the question by referring to a bitch as someone in the third person, YOU ARE THE BITCH!" "Don't try and be fucking clever whore, you are not, you are a dumb little bimbo slut and don't forget it. Now tell me what else YOU have in your pretty little panties BITCH?" I quickly backtracked I didn't want to upset him or make him think that I was in any way disobedient. "I have a vagina in my pretty little panties MASTER. I have a pussy, a cunt in my pretty little panties MASTER, just like a girl should have." This seemed to please him, he continued to stroke my clitty and pussy- lips through my panties. "Turn around again slut and lift up your skirt at the back I wanna see that arse in those sexy little panties." "SHOW ME WHAT I'M GONNA FUCK." I did as I was told, this didn't feel quite as humiliating as at least I couldn't see him touching me like I did when he had touched my clitty. "What a perfect little pert bottom you have princess, so fem and so girly; it suits being clad in panties, it is natural for you to wear them." He stroked the backs of my knees and up my legs slowly moving over my stocking tops and lightly pinching my exposed flesh between the stockings and my panties. Then up higher, I felt his hand first gently stroking my bum then a little firmer gently squeezing and kneading my buttocks. WHACK!! I felt the force of his palm as he lifted it away and brought it slapping back across my bottom. "Ouch" I uttered, more in shock than pain which only led to another WHACK!! This time I kept quiet. "Now lift your skirt back up you cunt, I want to see my bitch display herself like the worthless little fucking whore she is." "COME ON, PRESENT YOURSELF FOR YOUR MASTERS APPROVAL." I was powerless to resist him and like a cheap whore touting for business I displayed myself to him. He stood up and slowly circled me as I stared intently at the floor in submission. His approval to the view of my matching suspenders and panties was obvious; I could see a large bulge in the front of his trousers "Here you are sweetheart, Daddy hasn't forgotten." He held an open bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to inhale deeply. My eyes closed and I didn't notice him move around me. When he was behind me he put his big arms around me; pinning my arms bent upwards at my elbows to me, trapping me with my skirt right up. Still holding my arms with one arm his other hand moved over my exposed tummy, His head was right behind my ear and he hissed. "You little fucking whore" With that he thrust his hand down into my panties and grabbed my clitty and pussy-lips firmly but gently. He squeezed a little drawing a gasp from me. "You belong to me now you worthless little fucktoy and I will make you worship me like the slave you are." His fingers probed further down between my legs. "Where's your cunt bitch?" he sneered as a finger tip slipped between my thighs. "Open your legs slut." I uncrossed my legs and stood with my feet about eighteen inches apart allowing his finger to reach the tight entrance to my 'vagina'. "This cunt belongs to your MASTER now, repeat slut." I replied quietly and obediently, "This cunt belongs to you now MASTER." The poppers were still coursing through my head and I felt myself go weak at the knees, it was only his arms that supported me. This made him laugh. "Poor little whore, time to examine your cunt in detail." He pulled away and walked over to the sofa and sat in the middle; he patted the cushion on his right hand side and said, "HERE, NOW. You slut, on your knees beside me." I did as I was told and kneeled next to him; I was given the poppers and told to inhale. He put his arm around my back and roughly pulled me forward. Once more the world span and I collapsed over his thighs my bottom arched up as he had intended. I was over my MASTERS knee and at his mercy! He put his left hand over the back of my shoulders to hold me down while his right hand moved up the back of my stocking covered legs from my knee upwards. I felt his rough hand exploring under my skirt, pinching my thighs and buttocks. "Mmmm yes you are a sexy little slut, I am going to enjoy using you over and over again." His fingers were slipping inside my tight flimsy panties, pawing and rubbing my fleshy round girly buttocks. One of them straying over the opening to my pussy, tickling and teasing it. "Oh it feels like a tight little cunt, just as I remembered it. All the better for what I have planned for you bitch." It was no good struggling against his overwhelming natural strength; I just gritted my teeth and endured my predicament. "Get up whore," he ordered as he pulled me off his lap and pushed me away. "I think it is time to show you what will happen to you if you displease me in any way. Trust me you are gonna have an experience you will not want to repeat; EVER!" He stood up and put his arm under my arm to assist me to my feet then propelled me forward towards the door. "Come on bitch and walk like a whore for me, I want you to mince and shake that ass like a slut for Daddy." I was directed towards the main bedroom where he had deflowered me the first time I had visited his flat. "In you go whore," he said as he pushed me inside. CHAPTER 3 He walked over the bed and lay two thick pillows across it about halfway down. He clicked his fingers and pointed at the bed. "Kneel on the bed slut in front of the pillows." I did as I was told. "Now for a real test of your obedience, trust and suitability to become my slut." I felt his weight on the bed behind me, his arms moved around me and he held up a ballgag in front of me. "This is for your benefit sweetheart," he said as he placed it into my mouth and fastened the buckle at the back. "You will scream and you will want something to bite onto; now trust me." With that he roughly pushed me forward over the pillow; it took me by surprise and I collapsed face down with my bottom raised up over the pillows. "You see the metal bedstead? Now grip hold of it with both hands; you must keep hold of it no matter what or this will get much worse for you." A little scared now I did as I was told firmly gripping the metal bedstead and wondering what the hell was gonna happen? He leaned forward so his head was right next to my ear and whispered. "For you to fear and respect me bitch, you must first learn what it is you fear. You must know what will happen if you fail to obey me." I was even more scared now, panting like a little breathless scared girl. He got up off the bed and stood at the side. I felt his hands running up the back of my legs and under my skirt. "This is all about obedience and learning your place sweetheart. Anything I do is for your own good and you will be grateful for it; now lift up a little." My dress was pulled up to my waist exposing my panty clad bum presented over the pillows. Next he slowly pulled my panties as far down as the suspender straps would allow. All the time he was stroking my thighs and buttocks and commenting on what a lovely little bum I had. "I won't be a minute girl, don't you move an inch," he said as he left the room. My heart was beating so hard and fast I could hear it thumping; I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I heard him return to the room and turned my head a little to see what was going on. "Tut, tut, has curiosity got the better of you slut?" he laughed. To my horror he was standing there brandishing a crop; I looked up at him wide eyed and imploringly. He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry girl, I know that you don't want the crop; but you will have to experience it as a lesson, so you will know that do not ever want it again. I'm sure you understand and you will be grateful afterwards." "I am doing this for your own good, afterwards you will do anything and everything I say. Or you will feel its punishment again only far harder next time." "If you take your medicine like a good little girl I promise you that I will only ever use the crop on you again if you disobey or displease me. You have to learn what the punishment will be so you will learn to become the slut I desire." I was looking at him pleading with my eyes, trying to visually beg him to be merciful and gentle with me. But to be honest I really didn't know just how far this bastard would go? I was just going to have to trust him, like he said! He gently trailed the crop up the backs of my legs allowing the suspense to build. "It's a good job a gave you a good spanking last time Cindy, it will give you a little more tolerance," he said in a calm reassuring way. The way he switched from talking to me nasty and aggressively to calmly and gently was unnerving. Although I am sure that that was just the mood he was trying to set; to keep me off balanced and vulnerable. "I am going to hurt you Cindy and by accepting that you will show me your loyalty and obedience." I tried to beg him not to but with the gag in place it was impossible to make any coherent sounds. My MASTER tapped the crop on my bottom, harder and harder then. WOOSHHH, I heard it a split second before it connected; oh my god it hurt, I nearly let go the bedstead and jumped up in shock. But I knew that if I had of done so then the next stroke would be worse. WOOSHHH, another stroke across my stinging bottom, this time I writhed and wriggled and did everything I could to take my mind away from the pain. There were tears in my eyes and I could here myself sobbing through the gag. "Good girl, that hurt didn't it slut?" he quizzed. I lifted myself up on my elbows and half looked round and nodded my head, he could see my tears and my look of fear and pain. He just laughed and I saw him wield his horrid toy again. WOOSHHH, I let out a muffled wail and burst into to tears. "You sure don't like this do you princess; but you are enduring it for your MASTER. I have a feeling that you are gonna make a very good, pretty little slut for me. We are gonna get along fine darling" WOOOOSHHHH, another one the hardest of all connected with my quivering sore bottom. This time I sobbed openly I could feel my mascara starting to run, the pain really was too much. He looked down at me and smiled. "Cindy you look absolutely beautiful like that." He sat down on the side of the bed and ran his fingertips over his handiwork on my bum. With his other hand he unfastened the buckle at the back of the ballgag and removed it. "I think that you have had enough of the nasty crop for now haven't you slut? Now you know what will happen if you displease me don't you? And I'm sure that you wouldn't want me to ever really lay it on you?" I felt his hands gently rubbing my soreness massaging life back into me. I looked up at him with tears running down my face and slowly nodded my head. He was right, I would never want him to have to do this to me again. "You were such a brave girl weren't you princess?" He was back to gentle reassuring mode again now. "Don't worry I did not hit you hard enough to mark you for long, it will soon fade." His hands were comforting now, I had stopped sobbing and the pain was slowly subsiding. "There, there, my sweet little sissy-princess Cindy; I had to hurt you to teach you , now say thank you MASTER." I stammered out a, "Thank you MASTER." "No sweetheart, say; thank you MASTER for teaching me to fear and respect you. Say thank you MASTER for teaching me how to be a good little slut" I responded by saying exactly what he had told me to say, he had taught me how to be a good little slut. And I was in a strange way grateful to him; I could feel the rush of endorphins flowing through my body. His massaging fingers returned to my pussy as I spoke, his index finger entering me a little. "This cunt belongs to me now sweetheart, doesn't it?" I nodded my acceptance and repeated that my cunt truly did belong to him now. I was gonna do whatever this MAN demanded of me. CHAPTER 4 He stood by the bed and I could hear him removing his trousers, I didn't need to look round to know that his cock would probably be hard. I knew what was coming and slyly slipped my hands from the bedstead and reached down to pull up my panties. A man like him would find the sight of a sissy bitch like me very horny. I was in the perfect position for him to mount at his leisure and I wanted to delay the inevitable if only for another couple of seconds. "Ha ha," he laughed. "No good pulling up those pretty little knickers princess, they won't save you." I felt him move onto the bed with his legs astride me straddling me like a helpless victim. I was told to take some poppers as his hands moved to my panties, sliding them back down my thighs. My sore buttocks were pulled wide apart and he spat out a thick glob of saliva onto my open hole. He reached over to the side table and I realised that he had got the tube when I felt the coldness as a good sized dollop fell onto my asshole. "Well now you dumb bitch, you have a straightforward choice to make and I've made it easy for you by showing you the option!" "You will either offer up your sissy, bimbo cunt to me and beg me to fuck you like the stupid sissy whore you are. Or I will pick up the crop again and beat you until you do." "Easy choice cunt, what's it gonna be." As much as it hurt to have his big cock rammed up my ass I knew that it was slightly better than another beating. I beg and I pleaded, I said whatever was needed to get my ordeal over with. "Please Master, I am your whore Master and I offer up my cunt to you, please fuck me Master." There was nothing I wouldn't have said at that time to please him, any humiliation of my role was outweighed by fear of the crop. "Good little sissy Cindy, you love cock now don't you slut? You're just like a real girl now." I tensed as I felt the tip of his enlarged member probe the outer ring of me stretched and lubed pussy. He didn't pause, he just slipped it inside me and I felt it yield as he penetrated me. I took another hit of poppers to deaden my senses to the inevitable pain of his entry. His hands gripped my hips as he started his merciless assault, his cock pushing deeper and deeper as his excitement quickly rose. As my knees where still together my pussy was squeezed quite tight which made the sensation of being fucked even more unbearable and I bit the pillow to stem my cries and help me endure him. He fucked me harder and harder alternately spanking my buttocks and gripping my hips to pull me back onto him. He cried out, "Oh god yes you fucking sexy, nasty little whore, I'm gonna shoot my wad right up your sissy-cunt and make you mine." "Tell me you fucking love it you slut, tell Daddy you love his big hard cock filling your cute little girly vagina, plead for Daddy's cum inside you, beg Daddy to make you pregnant you bitch" As humiliated as it was to repeat these things back to him it was better to obey and try to encourage him to completion ASAP! I pleaded and begged like I was actually enjoying this rape just to get it over with. He was thrusting harder and harder and it was difficult to beg as I really needed to bite on the pillow again. I felt him stiffen up and pull me up so he was inside me right up to his balls and I felt the burning, stretching sensation as he exploded deep within my belly. I bit the pillow with all my might as the stinging burst of male semen filled my sore and throbbing pussy. I could feel it squeezing out at the sides as he continued to empty his balls. He murmured, "Mmmm, oh yes Cindy sweetheart, you are going to be such a good little sissy, bimbo for me. I am going to get my money's worth out of your warm, inviting mouth and pussy" All I could do was lay on the bed face down and sob into the same pillow as I had been biting on for dear life only moments ago. I was completely trapped in this situation, I had long ago lost any control of events. How long must this continue before he considered us quits on the money? My thoughts were interrupted by a slap on the bum and a command. "Pass me my dressing gown and boxers slut; let's go in the other room and continue your training." I staggered from the bedroom it was hard enough to walk in these heels at the best of times. But stoned and poppered and after what I had been through both physically and emotionally it was even harder. As we passed the open door way of my 'dressing-room' he turned me by my shoulders and guided me inside. "Go fix your make up sweetheart. Be a good girl brush your hair, straighten your seams and dress and come back to the living room in no more than five minutes." "Yes Master," was I all I could mange, grateful for a few minutes alone to process my thoughts. "You remember the rules for when you come back you stupid cunt? Knock and wait, enter and curtsy and remember how to address your Master do you bitch" "Yes Master," I almost sobbed. "I am to say, good evening Master my name is Cindy, I am your sissy, bimbo fuckdolly, how may I serve you?" He almost smiled as he just murmured, "Good girl." CHAPTER 5 Five minutes later I was entering the living room once again curtsying and greeting this bastard as my Master. The complete helplessness of my situation had blown my mind into accepting any fate that he had in store for me. He gave me a quick inspection checking that my hair was brushed, make up re-applied where needed and my seams were straight, etc. I was then told to go and get him a drink while he remained seated on the sofa. "Now that you know how I will punish you if you displease me I expect to have your full co-operation from now on in every detail; understood bitch?" "Yes Master," I meekly complied. "I will train you to be the perfect woman Cindy, you will learn how to earn your keep and pay off your debt to me and you will be grateful for the opportunity I have given you." "But first, let's see you walk and pose for me, I wanna take some more photos of my new bitch." For the next hour or so he had me walking from one end of the room to the other, insisting I mince for him and wiggle my ass. I was made to pose in different positions as he took more incriminating photos of me. I was made to stand and lift my skirt, bend over and show my frilly, pantie clad bottom. "Practice your sissy-girly voice Cindy. Tell me what a worthless mincing, cock-sucking sissy-slut you are," he said as he switched his camera to video. I was given a feather duster and told to dust the room, showing my stocking-tops as he directed me to stretch up to the ceiling. Then displaying my bum again as he had me get on all-fours to dust in the bottom corners and behind the television. "You must learn humility and obedience if you are going to be of any use to me Cindy." "And this must be shown in every manner which could be serving me as my maid, pleasing me like a good little STEPFORD wife style bimbo girlfriend. Or being my whore in the bedroom or any other place I want." He paused to let his words sink in; I was beginning to understand that he had more longer term plans for me than I had hoped. I thought that he would quickly tire of this game and come to some other arrangement. Now I realised that he was going to demand that I came back here again and again for the foreseeable future. How long would it take for me to pay back the ?1000 I already owed him, not to mention the rent for next month. I couldn't move out firstly because he had photos to blackmail me with and secondly because I really didn't have anywhere else to go. My thoughts were interrupted as he clicked his fingers and said calmly. "Come on my little sissy-princess, I have some more educational films for you to watch." He got up from the sofa and walked across the room to the office chair in front of his computer. As he sat down he once again clicked his fingers and snapped, "Come sissy." He pointed to the floor next to where he was sat. "Kneel down beside your Master, watch the screen and do not look away even for one second; do you understand sissy?" "Yes Master," I whispered demurely. "Good girl, these films are for your benefit; you will watch them and learn from them. They will train you in how to think, how to act and how to perform. If you are going to get through this you will need to open your mind and accept what you are and what your new role and place is in life." With a click of the computer mouse the first film started. There were images of she-males, transvestites, sissies and real women flashing on the screen each image there for only a second or two. There was a sound track of hypnotic trance techno music with overtly sexual lyrics. But was most disturbing was the written phrases that appeared on the screen over the ever changing images. Phrases like, SO YOU WANT TO BE A SISSY GIRL YOU WANT TO WEAR PRETTY PANTIES YOU LOVE CUM YOU ARE A SLUT BEND OVER SISSY-SLUT. As I watched in horror he gently stroked my hair and face and encouraged me to keep looking. I saw my future and it wasn't good if this fucking bastard wanted me to behave like the film was demanding? The films showed she-males, transvestites, sissies and real girl in lingerie, stockings, short skirts and heels, sucking cocks and being fucked. I could see that he wanted me as his sissy bitch for the long haul, I could have cried at the thought; if only I had know just how bad things would get in the future I would have cried even more. As it turned out things got a lot worse that night never mind in the future. As the first film ended I was told to stand up and bend over placing my hands on the footstool. "I think that we will make the next film a little more interesting my sweet little Cindy-doll." I felt his hands run up the back of my stockings again and knew his ultimate destination would be my bum. "I have something here that will make you focus as you watch princess, take some poppers, they will help you too." I didn't need telling twice to take the hit of poppers, I had learned already that they make the next few minutes more endurable. As the drug took its effect I felt my panties being pulled down and some cold lube poured onto the crack of my bum cheeks. His finger probed into my already stretched and sore pussy-ass and I squirmed and let out a little squeal which amused him. "Oh my sweet little slut," he laughed. "Squealing as Daddy fingers your cunt." He slipped in another finger and then a third as he massaged my passage from the inside. "Take more poppers bitch, I am gonna work that cunt of yours with a dildo, let's see how big your snatch is?" I tried to plead but all that earned me was a sharp, stinging slap across my already red and hurting buttocks. I took a deep breath as the tip of the dildo entered me, the pain was excruciating so I desperately hit the poppers again. "There's a good girl, let Daddy stretch that sweet little fuck hole for you." "Now push back on the cock like a good whore." I tried to relax and could feel the invading latex phallus move slowly deeper and deeper inside my belly. He pushed it in until there was just enough of the hilt sticking out to be able to pull my panties back on over it. "Stand up straight whore and don't let that fall out of your cunt or it's the crop for you." I clenched my buttocks as I carefully straightened my back, as I did so the panties pulled up and gripped the artificial penis in place. I fearfully slipped my hand behind my back frightened of just what I may discover? I could feel about six or seven inches protruding from my ass with the gusset of the panties holding the dildo inside me. God knows how much longer than that it was; all I knew was it felt as big as his cock had done. "That should help you concentrate on the next lesson slut, come here and kneel." He had pushed his chair back from the computer I gestured for me to kneel between him and the screen. "Take off your heels and get on your knees bitch, with your back to me and facing the screen." I knelt down as he had instructed directly in front of the monitor. I moved as close as I could to the glass topped computer stand, my false tits almost touching its edge. He gripped my arms and pulled my wrists together behind my back. I felt a pair of padded handcuffs being attached and snapped shut into place and realised that I was powerless to resist him. Still sitting on the office chair he opened his legs and using the castors manoeuvred himself close in behind me. His knees were level with my shoulders and I was trapped between his body and the stand. "Sitting comfortably whore? He laughed cynically as he knew that there was at least six inches of latex stretching my ass. "Movie number two, watch and learn bitch." "And concentrate on that false cock in your cunt as you read out aloud the messages that appear." With that he started the next film; it was more of the same only some of the phrases were even more sexually aggressive. GIVE UP YOUR SISSY RAPE HOLES LET YOUR MASTER RAPE YOUR MOUTH AND CUNT YOU ARE YOUR MASTERS CUM DUMP This time the 'girls' were being used even more ruthlessly, some were being taken by two or more men at the same time. He gave me more poppers and stroked my face calling me a good girl when I repeated back the phrase on time until eventually I faltered and missed one that had flashed on so quickly. "Hey bitch fucking pay attention you dumb cunt," he barked. I felt a sharp bump from behind followed by searing pain as he place his foot between my legs and gently kicked the dildo further into me. I tried to reach down to stop him but my restrained wrists allowed no movement. "If you don't pay attention whore I will kick this fucking thing right up your cunt and split you in two; now DO AS YOU ARE FUCKING TOLD CUNT." Needless to say I didn't miss one more line from the rest of that short film. I promptly and obediently trotted out the humiliating submissive statements in my best sissy-girly voice. I only hoped that I had pleased him but alas there was more to come. "Movie number three sissy-slut Cindy and I'm gonna up the ante a little more. I want to see just how much you will endure for your Master." He had been gently rubbing my neck as he spoke but as he finished they slide down my chest into my dress and began to fondle my breasts. "Good little sissy Cindy, you're going to be a good little whore for Master aren't you girl?" "Yes Master I will be your sissy whore Master please don't hurt me Master please don't kick that thing any further," I sobbed. I hadn't really noticed his hands inside my bra until he gave a little tug and pulled out the false silicon breast forms. "We won't be needing these for a while sweetheart, I want to play with your cute little nipples for a while." He played with my nipples as the movie started, more flashing imagery, more hypnotic dance music more messages telling me that. I MUST BE A SISSY THAT I CRAVE REAL MEN'S CUM THAT MY CUNT IS FOR THE PLEASURE OF MEN THAT I AM A WORTHLESS SISSY FUCK-SLUT More images of graphic, rough anal sex with 'girls'. He became more brutal with my nipples squeezing and twisting them, laughing when I squealed or flinched. "Don't be so fucking soft you slut I haven't even started yet." He leaned over to the windowsill and picked up a couple of clothes pegs. "Now be brave and don't scream or I will gag you." With one hand he gripped my left nipple and with the other he attached the peg. The pain shot through me and tears formed in my eyes; it was made worse because he took two or three attempts to get the peg into a position he was satisfied with. Each removal and replacing of the pegs bringing out a another cry and more tears. He then went through the same procedure attaching the other one to my right nipple. The pain racked my body and I begged for more poppers to numb the horrible burning in my breast. "Shush little princess, here have some poppers, there's a good girl," he whispered almost affectionately in my ear. "Watch the movie and tell me what you are?" It was hard to maintain my girly voice with the distraction from my nipples as well as the dildo still in my sissy-cunt. "Kneel lower Cindy, you can help with the pain in your titties by working your cunt down onto the dildo." "Believe it or not sissy it will help your body to cope if you don't just focus on the pain on your tits." I lowered my penetrated behind onto the toe of his slipper and as his hands pressed my shoulders down his foot lifted to push in the dildo and penetrate me even more. In a strange way he was right in what he had said, riding the dildo did seem to lessen the pain from the pegs a little. I took more poppers and did as my Master wanted! This last film was longer than the others and took almost thirty minutes, when it was finished I almost collapsed in a sobbing heap, my mascara running down my face. He looked down and kissed me. "Beautiful, absolutely fucking beautiful princess" was all he said as he wiped a tear from my eye with his finger. CHAPTER 6 The pegs were slowly removed from my nipples but my relief was short- lived, as the blood started to return to them he gave each one a sharp squeeze and twist. "ARGHHH, OH MY GOD," I screamed, much to his amusement. "Say thank you Master, there's a good girl; such lovely, tender, sensitive titties Cindy" I thanked him in a faltering broken voice as he massaged life back into my abused, tortured titties. I felt the handcuffs being removed and was relieved to be able to stretch my arms. "Thank you Master," I whispered again in relief. He told me to find the false breast forms he head removed and replace them. Next he told me to stand up and gestured to the sofa. "You see the strap on the front of the sofa bitch? If you pull it, it will pull the sofa out into a bed. I think we are gonna play in here for the rest of the evening." "I can watch some porn, have a drink and a joint while you show me what you've learned so far," he added. I was instructed to put a thick bed sheet over the opened sofa-bed and straighten the cushions. Next I was ordered to fetch him a drink and pass him a joint and the ashtray as he placed some pillows against the backrest and made himself comfortable. "I'm sure you know how to operate a DVD you stupid cunt, so put that disc on. Something for me to watch while you serve me like the cock- sucking sissy, bimbo fuckdolly you are." I did as I was told and returned to the side of the bed, remembering just in time to curtsy. "Good girl," he laughed, "you're learning." He leaned over and slipped his hand up my dress and gently kneaded my buttocks. "Dress off sissy, nice and slow, strip for your MASTER." I slowly undid the little apron and gently let it fall to the ground as he watched intently. By pulling the wide neck of the dress down over my shoulders I eased it down exposing my lingerie and stockings. "Mmmm yes, you pretty little slut, you belong to me now, you will obey me and please me at all times, pretty little sissy Cindy." He unfastened the belt of his gown and pointed to the growing erection in his boxer shorts. "Your place here bitch is on your knees between my legs slowly teasing my cock with you fingers and tongue, while I watch this porn and have a drink and joint." He clicked his fingers and pointed to the gap between his open legs. "Get to work whore, show Daddy what you've learned about cock-sucking; obey me, and please me now bitch." I knew better than to hesitate so I assumed the position between his legs and gently kissed my way up from his knee to his groin, first one leg then the other. I then nuzzled his cock and balls through the tightly stretched cotton of his boxers and purred like a pussy cat to his approving moans. I slipped my fingers inside and gently tickled his big heavy balls just as I had learned he liked it! Then eased down the shorts to release his throbbing and ready purple head. I knew how he wanted me to serve him and wasted no time in flicking my tongue across it. The purple beast twitched as I licked the slit at the top and I heard him moan my name a couple of times and saying, "What a good girl you are Cindy, take off my shorts princess." I quickly complied as he raised his hips and lifted his legs to allow me to remove them completely. I then returned my 'duty' of sucking my 'Master's' cock while he lay back and continued to watch the porn. "Balls first slut, remember how Master likes it." Licking and sucking his balls even taking them both into my mouth at the same time was easier than taking his huge shaft in my mouth. At least with his balls he wasn't able to choke me; something he seemed to enjoy doing with his cock! Without realising it I had already learned the tricks of giving a man a good, long blow job. Running my tongue up his length and then back to his balls seemed to please him. And just to change it I would give his tip a good long sloppy lick and take it into my mouth every minute or so. I would then slip my lips off it as he pushed his hips up and return to his shaft and balls. I knew that I was teasing him but I also knew that I would be pleasing him and would hopefully make him satisfied with my efforts; I didn't want the crop again! Eventually I had pushed my luck too far and the next time I took his cock into my mouth his hand gripped my head and pulled my down onto his upwardly thrusting groin. "That's it whore, Daddy wants to use your mouth like a cunt; I'm gonna face-fuck you sweetheart." It was useless to resist or try to fight against him all; I could do was try and breath through my nose to avoid choking. I could feel his cock thrusting past my lips making then feel a little numb with the constant friction. His hands pulling my head up and down in a powerful rhythm like a piston ramming in and out of my mouth. He pulled my face up so I was looking him in the eyes and said, "Look at me my little sissy princess Cindy. I want to look you in the eye when I cum inside your slutty little mouth." It was hard to maintain my eye contact as he was roughly bobbing my head down onto him and a tremendous pace. "When I cum darling you will keep sucking and swallow it all. You will suck all my seed out of my superior male cock and not spill one drop or it's back into the bedroom and the crop again; understand?" I kinda nodded my acceptance as his body stiffened and his penis exploded into life. I nearly chocked as the thick wads of his semen flooded my mouth and pushed down my throat. "YOU FUCKING COCK-SUCKING WHORE," he shouted. There was so much I had to swallow as quickly as his still pumping beast would allow. As I swallowed one lot another seemed to fill my mouth and I had to greedily gulp it down to stop it from escaping my lips. Contrary to what I had been led to believe from schoolyard and work place gossip it didn't taste particularly salty. In fact, to be honest it didn't really taste like anything I could describe. It was more its texture that struck me, it's thick, creamy consistency that easily slipped down my throat. He stroked my face almost like a really was his girlfriend and whispered, "Mmmm good girl Cindy, you love sucking dick don't you princess. I knew you would make the perfect little, pretty, mincing sissy girl for me." His organ slowly went limp and slide out of my mouth, I licked the tip and cleaned off the last drop of his semen as it leaked from him. I had done it now, I had already received a load into my tummy there was no point in cutting corners now; Master HAD to be satisfied! "Very good bitch, now go tidy yourself up, straighten your stockings, fix your make-up and get me a drink; I ain't finished with you yet." My heart sank as I had thought that two orgasms in the space of a few hours would have been enough for a middle-aged man. He must have turned me into quite a 'talented' girl if he was still wanting more? I returned five minutes later with his drink, he was sitting up now leaning against the back of the sofa and he told me to come and lay next to him. He was quite affectionate now that he wasn't hard; he cuddled me, kissed me and ran his hands over my body. My blood ran cold as he touched me gently as man does with his wife or girlfriend. It was almost like he was playing with me mentally and emotionally as well as physically. I twitched as his finger-tips brushed my 'clitty' and 'pussy-lips' through the thin sheer material of my panties. "Ah, a response" He laughed. "You see you are a sissy girl Cindy, you're starting to get used to this and respond like a girl should do." I could have cried at my predicament; what I had I become? It must have taken him almost an hour to recover his virility and demand that I. "Turn over bitch, I want your ass." This time he was slower and more gentle with me as he spooned up against me from behind, pulled down my panties and slipped inside my poor, used pussy-ass once more. His cock wasn't as erect as I knew from experience it could be and it was not as painful as his earlier invasions. Although this was compensated with the time he actually took to ejaculate this time. I was slowly and methodically penetrated as his cock grew to fill my hole. I lost track of time as I took more poppers and relaxed as best as I could with a man's erect eight inch penis buried in my belly. I was so stoned and out of it I hadn't even noticed his quickening of pace until he squeezed me tightly by the waist and seeded my cunt with his superior man-seed. "Ok sweetheart, time you got your stuff and fucked off." I suddenly realised that this was the first time he had spoken to me since he had started fucking me again; the entire sexual act had been carried out in silence since his last words of 'Turn over bitch, I want your ass". He had not felt the need to encourage me, instruct me or chastise me for the entire event. He had taken me in an almost casual manner as if it was his right and perfectly normal to stick his penis inside my anus and call it a cunt any time, anywhere and anyhow he wished. I ran from the room, unfastening the bra and suspender clips as quickly as I could. My male clothes were still in the changing room so after removing the last of my feminine garments I got dressed and let myself out of his flat. Luckily I hadn't thrown away the bottles of nail-varnish remover and make-up remover, cotton wool pads, etc that he had given me last week. My first job once getting home was to wash all this crap off and try and forget another appalling experience at his hands. If I thought I had done enough to pay off my debt I was to be sorely disappointed. I hadn't even finished removing the nail-varnish when my mobile-phone alarm went to say I had received a text; I read it in horror, I didn't even know that he had my number? HELLO CINDY. YOU WERE SUCH A GOOD GIRL TONIGHT. YOU ARE LEARNING FAST. YOU WILL COME TO MY FLAT AGAIN NEXT FRIDAY. BODY SMOOTH. STRIP IN THE CHANGING ROOM AND PUT ON WHATEVER OUTFIT I HAVE CHOSEN FOR YOU. YOU'RE MINE NOW! XXX END OF CHAPTER 2