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THE LANDLORD PART 3 CHAPTER 1 I knew that on the Friday that he had told me to visit was almost at the end of the month. So by his calculation I would now be two full months behind in my rent, which was ?1000. If I was to go to his apartment again it would be my third visit, my third evening of humiliation, pain and shame; surely I must have worked something off the debt? So even though I set about my task of showering and making myself smooth that following Friday afternoon reluctantly. At least I though to myself there must be an end to this; maybe tonight would be enough for him? My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of my mobile phone receiving a text. I knew who it would be from, it was almost 6pm and it wouldn't be long before I would be summoned; the text read. GOOD EVENING CINDY. I TRUST THAT YOU ARE NEARLY READY. I WILL EXPECT YOU TO LET YOURSELF INTO MY APARTMENT AT 7PM. YOU WILL USE THE MAKE UP THAT I HAVE LEFT OUT FOR YOU AND THEN DRESS IN THE OUTFIT THAT I HAVE SELECTED. I WILL EXPECT YOU TO BE KNOCKING ON MY LIVING-ROOM DOOR AT 8.30PM. YOU WILL BE SMOOTH, PERFUMED, MADE-UP AND DRESSED TO MY SATISFACTION FOR OUR DATE. XXX The next hour flew by, I had a joint to help me relax then proceeded to leave my flat, lock my door and walk downstairs to another night of being used like some dumb, bimbo bitch-whore. Tonight I was determined to try and stand my ground a little and tell him that after this we would be up to date on the rent! I let myself into his flat and could hear opera music coming through the closed door of his living-room. The changing room was as I remembered it, the make-up laid out on the dresser, a wig on the wig- stand, only a little shorter than last time and brunette not blond. I noticed a black knee-length cocktail dress hanging from the wardrobe and some matching lingerie, stockings and heels beside it. I held it between my finger-tips and noticed how flimsy and stretchy the material felt; I knew that it would cling to my body once I put it on. It was certainly classier and less demeaning than the little maid's dress he had made me wear last time. Maybe he was gonna treat me a little better tonight? Maybe tonight would be a good night to draw this nightmare to an end? Quickly stripping off my jeans, t-shirt, shoes, socks and shorts I placed them in the bag the same as last time and placed the bag outside the bedroom door; it would be gone when I opened it again! First I gave my finger and toenails a coat of the deep red nail varnish and allowed five minutes or so for them to dry. Then I went through the ritual of putting on the make-up; it came a little easier now that I had had a little practice last time. I knew what order to put things on. First the foundation, the eye-liner, mascara, eye-shadow, blusher, powder and lipstick. After giving myself a good measure of scented body-spray and perfume I walked over to the chair and tried to figure out how to put on the lingerie again. I started with the sheer, almost see-thru black full bum panties then the bra and false tits. Next came the suspender belt with the six straps with metal clasps dangling from it. Then I rolled the stocking onto my foot and pulled it up my long legs fastening it with little difficulty; I really was getting used to this! Also I noticed for the first time how sensual the sheer nylon felt against my smooth shaven leg. I repeated the process with the other stocking. The suspender-belt was quite wide fitting and pulled my panties tight around my crotch; my balls really did look like a woman's labia stretching the front of the flimsy material. Noticing the time on the wall-clock in the room I realised I only had twenty minutes to finish so I put hurried up with the dress. It was made of a stretchy man-made fabric, probably polyester; so it was tightly stretched across my boobs as I zipped it up the back. Even though it flared out a little from the waist it still clung to my thighs and bum. Finally the finishing touches of the white pearl necklace and two matching bracelets that were obviously left out for me to wear. The black open toed stiletto heeled shoes fitted with a little strap around my ankle. Even though they were higher than the others I had worn the tight strap made walking a little easier as they held them to my feet better. Lastly I put on the wavy, shoulder length brunette wig and brushed it into shape. I looked at my reflection in the mirror; I would never fool anyone that I was a real girl but I did have to admit I looked a lot more passable than I ever could have imagined! It was almost 8.30pm and time to present myself to my landlord and see what he had in store for me this evening. I knocked on the living-room door and nervously awaited his call. "COME IN CINDY," he shouted. As I took a deep breath and opened the door I suddenly remembered his rule on how I was to greet him; so I walked in and gave him a little curtsy. "Good evening Master," I whispered tentatively. This just brought a smile and a little wave of his hand as he said. "No, not tonight Cindy my darling. Last time I had to be a little brutal with you and show you my nasty side. Just so that you learned your place and what is to be expected of you." "Tonight my pretty little girl I am going to show you my nicer side and you will show me yours. I want to see you doing your best to enjoy yourself this evening; you're a woman now and you will learn to love it!" I doubted that I could ever enjoy this so how on earth could I ever look like I was? His next words persuaded me that I had better try my best to! "Of course princess if I see any reluctance, any hint of lingering male pride in your eyes or if I don't think that you are making a proper effort; then we can always return to the crop!" What was I supposed to do? He had me at his mercy and he knew it; I owed him money, I had no where to go and he had photos and videos of me. I was truly fucked and he knew it, I had to co-operate, didn't I? "Yes Master, I will be a good girl for you, please don't use the crop on me again," I said in my best girly voice. He directed me to the sofa and told me to sit, I remembered how to sit like a lady, straightening my dress as I sat and crossing my legs tightly at the knee to stop it riding up to show him my thighs. He went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. "Here you are Cindy the best champagne for the best little sissy girlfriend." There wasn't much point in resisting so I just smiled demurely at him and said, "Thank you Master" Again he smiled which was kind of unnerving in itself, held a finger to my lips and told me. "I think tonight you can just call me Sir or Daddy, I will have nights that I will expect you to call me Master but tonight let's be a little less formal shall we?" "Yes Sir," I responded. He poured me a glass of champagne and lit a joint. He made small talk, asking me how I was doing finding a job etc, it was as if in his 'world' I really was his willing girlfriend? As he was acting in an almost friendly almost gentlemanly way with me I thought that this would be a good time to bring up the money and how much of it I must have paid off by now? "Daddy," I said in my best girly voice. "Don't you think that after tonight we are quits on this money. I mean I've done everything you've told me to do; please Sir this must be enough," I pleaded. This seemed to amuse him, prompting him to retort. "Typical little bimbo gold digger, always hitting on the man for money like some kinda whore." He put his hand on my knee and slowly shook his head. "Well Missy, just how much do you think you owe me?" It seemed obvious to me, I owed him two months rent which was ?500 per month, so in total ?1000. "Erm well about ?1000," I said hesitatingly. His reply stunned me and left me cold. "Oh no Cindy it's more than that; firstly there's your utility bills, electric, cable TV, internet, water, etc. Then there's your council tax; I know that you've not had the money to pay those" He paused to let me catch up. "I will have to pay those for you otherwise the red letters will come to me as your landlord." To be honest I hadn't even thought about those added costs of living here yet. I'd assumed that I could just fob them off and catch up when I eventually got a job. What he said next horrified and frightened me even more. "Don't you worry your pretty little head thinking about the bills and money problems princess." "You know that I hacked into your computer to get your friends and family contacts as a little insurance of your co-operation?" I nodded my head and apprehensively added, "Yes Sir." "Well I also hacked into your bank account details and I have already paid this last two months bills. Did you think that they had somehow paid themselves you silly little girl?," he said with a patronising manner. I had to be honest that I really hadn't noticed he must have paid them before I'd even seen them. "So my sweet little sissy princess, all together that was almost another ?600 for the two months." That meant that I now owed him ?1600 and worse was to come. "Plus how much do you think that all that make-up costs and clothes, shoes, etc? You didn't think that it was my place to pay for that as well did you?" "WHAT," I blurted out; this had taken me by surprise. "How can I be expected to pay for your fucking perversion you bastard." I was angry now this fucking arsehole was taking the piss! I never saw the slap coming, only felt the jolt and the searing pain across my cheek. "BITCH, DO NOT EVER FUCKING SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN," he screamed. "Or I will tie you to the bed and crop your fucking bitch-ass until you bleed. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND CUNT?" I quickly gathered my senses and remembered just where I was and how vulnerable and exposed I was. So I almost broke down in tears as I whimpered. "Y-y-y Sir, I'm sorry Sir." He stroked my face and whispered, "Good girl, there's a good girl, never forget your place around here or you will be very sorry." "I've worked out that with the money I've spent on making you pretty for me, plus your bills and rent. You now owe me somewhere in the region of two grand." This news was sickening; I owed him more money now than I did at the beginning. "Now is not the time to discuss just how much, if any, that you have reduced this amount by. That will save until another time; tonight I just wanna have a little bit of fun with my girl and get into her pretty little panties." CHAPTER 2 I drank my glass of champagne pretty quickly, I knew that it would go to my head but I didn't care. He filled my glass and offered my more of the joint, which I greedily inhaled. "I want to see how much you have learned about being my girlfriend Cindy." "You have to accept the fact that you belong to me now; I own your sweet little ass." "I will fuck you whenever and however I wish and you will not only comply but you will comply willingly and happily; do you understand?" I nodded an acceptance of this already established 'fact' although it was going to be very difficult to maintain any kind of look of enjoyment." "You will behave just like a girlfriend should do on a date with her boyfriend." "You will smile" "You will laugh" "You will flirt and giggle like a girl" "And you will be sexy and provocative like a girl." He paused while I digested my instructions, and then continued. "You will tell me how you love my big hard cock like I taught you on our first 'date'. And when I fuck you, you will squirm, moan and tell me how much you are loving having my cock inside you; do you understand?" I knew better than to argue or hesitate and instantly responded, "Yes Daddy, of course Sir." I knew that I was beaten. "Now I will be gentle with you tonight and I will not give you too many more instructions. I expect that you know how a girl should behave and I am going to give you a chance to prove it." "I will assess your performance when we have finished and decide whether to reward you or punish you for your efforts." "So it is your best interests to relax and 'enjoy' our evening." With that he put his arm around my shoulders. Pulled me further across the sofa towards him and kissed me. His tongue pushed inside my yielding mouth and as I had learned from before, I tilted my head to the side and accepted him as my 'lover'. All the while the opera music played in the background. And as the weed and drink took effect I relaxed into my role, listening to the sweet, classical sounds as his hand slipped higher and higher up my leg. "Oh you look so pretty Cindy, smile for me and tell me how much you love being my girl and how much you want to please me. Remember your place princess, don't let's ruin this romantic time!" I smiled thinly and through almost gritted teeth I answered him. "I love being your girl Sir," I said weakly. "Call me Daddy, there's a good girl." I gave him my best smile and looked him in the eye in what I hoped was a 'loving' way. I tried to remember how I had seen girls look at me that had made me feel the way he wanted me to make him feel! "I love being your girl Daddy," I purred, "I so want to please you Sir." "I know you do honey." He replied as he moved my hand onto his lap so that I could feel his growing penis through his trousers. His other hand continued to rub my stocking-clad thigh up to the smooth vulnerable flesh at the top. He told me to take a hit of poppers which I quickly did. I must admit that as the drugs took over I became, in the words of the song, 'Comfortably Numb'. It almost felt sensual, almost pleasant to be touched by him in this way. Oh My God; what had this bastard done to me? What was he turning me into? I felt pressure on my shoulders turning me away from him as we sat together on the sofa. His big hand ran from my shoulder to my neck then down my back to the zipper of the dress. As the zipper was slowly pulled down I could feel the dress loosen at the front over my silicon filled bra. I shuddered as his finger-tip ran down my exposed spine; the effect of the poppers lowering my guard! "You're beautiful princess. You are going to make a perfect little girlfriend for me." "Now stand up and let that dress slowly fall to the floor. Be sexy for Daddy and seduce me like you love my cock." "Remember to show a little initiative and be girly and willing for me; OR ELSE?" "Tell me how horny you are and ask me to take you to bed sweetheart, like a good girl knows how?" I stood up and faced him nervously; I swayed a little from the weed, champagne and poppers but managed to slip the dress from my shoulders and down to my waist. He unbuttoned his shirt as he sat smiling at me. "Good girl Cindy, all the way down girl, show me the pretty little panties you're wearing for Daddy." With a wriggle of my hips I let the dress fall down my stocking clad legs to the fall and nimbly stepped out of it. There was no alternative for me except to play along with his game to the best of my ability. I looked at him seductively and said in my sexiest voice. "Oh Daddy I'm such a horny little girl, please take me to bed Daddy," adding, "I'm a sexy, saucy little minx Daddy and I so want to please you Daddy." He stood up and kissed me with one of his long invasive tongue penetrations. I almost swooned as he sucked the life out of me. He broke of, turned me around and slapped my bum. The sheer panties didn't offer much protection and the shock propelled me towards the living room door. "Bedtime honey, you can show me just what a horny little minx you are." He laughed as he walked me to his room. As soon as we were inside he kicked off his shoes, unfastened his trousers and removed them. He stood behind me and I could feel his bulge in the boxer shorts pressing into my fleshy bottom through my panties. His hands slipped round my waist and down to cup my pussy- lips. "You belong to me now Cindy, you know what Daddy likes? So be a good girl sweetheart." I knew precisely what 'Daddy' liked; I turned around, kissed him and slowly sank to my knees like the trained sex-doll I had become. His cock was even bigger than I had remembered; maybe he had taken a Viagra? It was huge and throbbing and I could barely get my lips around it let alone take much of its length inside my mouth! He patted my head like some kind of obedient little pet and murmured encouragement. "Good little sissy cock-sucker." "You love Daddy's big cock don't you my pretty little girl?" I sucked harder and harder whilst bobbing my head in what I hoped he would perceive as a suitably enthusiastic way? But all the time knowing that I could not put off the inevitable invasion of my other hole for ever! He seemed to be happy with my efforts and very soon he was pulling me to my feet and pointing to the bed. "On you get girl, on your knees and present your girly pussy for me." I quickly complied and saw the bottle of poppers he had 'considerately' left within reach for me. Experience had taught me that when the bottle was so close I should take the opportunity as he would be mounting me very soon. He pulled me backwards by my hips so my bum was level with the edge of the bed and at the same height as his groin as he stood behind me. My panties were pulled down to my stocking-tops; even though I hated wearing the humiliating things it was preferable to being exposed in this way. There was a spurting sound followed by the cool sticky lube hitting my open 'pussy'; I moaned in surprise which he mistook for pleasure. "You see Cindy, you like Daddy making your pussy wet. Tell me how much you like Daddy to play with your cunt darling." This was gonna happen no matter what I did and with lube was certainly better than without, so I complied. "Oh yes Daddy, your little sissy Cindy loves her Daddy to make her pussy wet and ready for him." I tried my best to please him I wriggled my ass and moaned like a bitch as he fingered me and pushed the lube further inside me. I took more poppers and tried to relax my inner muscles. The feeling of a man invading my body at will was mind numbing in itself without his comments! "I will fuck you in several positions tonight my girl; but I will always start with mounting you from behind," he said as his cock replaced his fingers. "Do you know why slut?" he quizzed. "N-n-no Daddy," I stammered as the pain increased. "Because from behind is the best way to stretch that tight little cunt. And it is the best position to exert my full control over you" He was certainly right in both respects. I could feel myself being stretched open; and while he had his hands gripped firmly on my hips I could not move or try and escape him. By his fifth or sixth slow gentle thrust he was completely inside me and I could feel his balls hitting my inner thigh and pussy-lips. The pain was easing and I allowed him to rock me back and forth impaling me up to his nuts each time. "Fuck yes, you whore, tell me you love being fucked bitch," he hissed. To which I dutifully replied, "O-o-oh y-yes Daddy I love having your big cock in my pussy fucking me like a slut." He fucked me hard and deep for what felt like an age and I was sure he was about to cum as I bucked like a bitch on heat and blubbered how much I was 'loving' it. But he had other ideas. "On the bed honey, time you did some work for a change you lazy cow," he laughed. There was a gentle, almost playful slap on my bottom to encourage me to move and he got on the bed and lay on his back. "A new position for you princess, one that will allow you to demonstrate your womanly skills in pleasing a man." He pulled me onto him so my legs were astride his hips. "Now pull your pretty little panties to one side and with the other hand guide your boyfriends cock into your sweet, tight vagina Cindy, there's a good girl." I assumed the position and slowly impaled myself on his erect, throbbing manhood. Inch by inch I lowered myself down then rising up and lowering down again drawing him deeper and deeper. As his hips moved up in time with my movements I noticed for the first time a completely new sensation. In this position his cock must have been rubbing against my prostrate and I let out an involuntary cry. This amused him and prompted him to thrust upwards a little harder making my breath catch in my throat. I put my hands palm downwards on his big hairy chest and continued to ride my man in a most feminine way. "You see princess, you do love a bit of cock," he grinned. Against all my natural instincts I felt my 'clitty' start to harden as his hand caressed it through the thin, sheer, sensuous material of my panties. "Oh no you don't girly," was his response as he handed me the poppers. "Have some more of these; I don't won't you to get a stiff little clitty. Your main sexual organ is your vagina now Cindy." "Your purpose is to be penetrated now darling, you have no need of a hard clitty." Even with the poppers making me softer it was still an almost erotic feeling to be touched there as I rode him; his cock rubbing more and more against my prostrate making me feel like I was cumming?? The room span from the poppers, the exertion and the painful yet somehow pleasurable violation of my body. My tits bounced in my bra as I rode him. I hardly noticed until it was too late that there actually was a damp feeling in the front of my knickers as I had leaked a little pre-cum from my flaccid sissy-meat. I froze in shame and humiliation as I realised what I had accidentally done; unable to comprehend this new experience. I had actually cum like a girl from being fucked by a man while he played with my clitty! Any hope that this had escaped his notice were quickly dashed as he laughed out loud. "Well, well, well my pretty little bimbo sissy girl has learned how to enjoy a REAL MAN'S cock." "You're just like a real girl now; bouncing up and down on your man's big hard sissy-breaker." I realised the meaning of his last words; I was now a sissy and I was now well and truly broken. I closed my eyes and lowered my head in submission as he exploded inside me and filled my hole with his seed. "OH YEA BITCH" "Oh yea feel Daddy's sperm fill up your girly womb sweetheart, maybe I'm gonna get you pregnant," he laughed out loudly again at his own joke. I collapsed on top of him and sobbed at the thought of what had just happened. I didn't even notice that he had put his hands on my shoulders until he started to push me down' "Come on Cindy, what does a good girl do after her man has been good enough to give her a good seeing to." I sucked him clean then lay in his arms until he wanted to use me again. We spent thirty minutes or so recovering, smoking a joint, kissing and letting his hands gently roam my body. He fucked me twice again that evening before deciding that he had had enough of me. After his third ejaculation of the evening had been deposited all over my face he told me to. "Go clean yourself up and go home Cindy, you've been a very good girl tonigh.t" "You have learned tonight that it is better to co-operate and be good girl for Daddy." "Next time I will want you to stay until the morning and I will get a pretty little baby-doll for you to sleep in. but tonight I wanna sleep, I will see you in a couple of days." It was 3am when I got back to my own apartment and began to remove the make-up. I had a couple of days to recover; I knew he would want me again soon. CHAPTER 3 As I returned to my flat after another unsuccessful day seeking employment my landlord intercepted me in the hallway. "Hello," he said cheerily, as if nothing had ever happened. "Can you just come inside for a minute." Oh god I thought to myself please just let me get home, have a shower and relax for a while. I really wasn't in the mood to be playing his fucking game after a day of hanging round the job centre. I was surprised though when he pointed to a large cardboard box on the floor in his hall way with what looked to tins of food, pasta, fresh vegetables and some meat and freezer stuff. "You must be pretty low on cash by now sweetheart, we don't want you to waste away do we?" He was right; I hadn't eaten properly since the last of my savings had run out. I was desperate but I knew that this 'gift' would come with strings attached. "From now on Cindy I will give you some food and provisions, etc as well as paying your utility bills and council tax." I wasn't a fool I knew that by accepting this I would be putting myself even further into his debt and surrender even more control to him. But what choice did I have? I was already into him for two grand; I may as well at least eat properly. "Thank-you Mr Wilton," I said in a resigned voice. "You're very generous" "No problem darling," he laughed. "That will be another ?40 a week onto your debt. Don't forget 7pm sharp tomorrow, nice and smooth and ready to show your gratitude." At exactly 7pm the following evening I was letting myself into his flat and heading for the changing room filled with a sense of dread as I knew that tonight I would be his bitch again. There was a note next to the make up. PUT ON YOUR MAKE-UP AND WIG. THE PANTIES AND THE GOWN THAT I HAVE LEFT OUT FOR YOU ALONG WITH THE HEELS. THEN COME AND KNOCK ON MY DOOR WHEN YOU'RE READY. REMEMBER YOUR PLACE GIRL! I knew the drill about leaving my male clothes in the bag and quickly slipped on the white panties and gown. I put the bag outside of the room and started my preparation by painting my nails in the deep red varnish he had left out. I was getting a little more practised and quicker with the make-up now. The eye-shadow was a dark neutral colour and with a little blending it gave me a smokey eye look. I put on the rest of the make-up and finished with a thick coat of deep red lipstick. Slipping on my heels I tottered to the living room door, knocked and waited. "Come in slut," he barked. I could tell by the use of the word 'slut' that he may not be as 'nice' to me tonight as he had tried to be last time. I entered the room, gave a low curtsy and greeted him. "Good evening Sir" "Good evening slut," he replied. "You will be pleased to learn that I have been shopping for you and bought you some pretty new clothes to wear for me" Oh yea, I thought even more fucking debt you're pilling onto me you bastard; but of course I kept these thoughts to myself. All I managed was a polite, "Thank you Mr Wilton Sir." To which he replied without any trace of irony. "Good girl, I knew that you'd be happy. Let's go into your girly room and I'll show you what I've got for you and you can try them all on." "Give Daddy a little fashion show," he added. We walked back into the same room that I had got ready in; he opened the wardrobe door. "You will model some of these for me and I will fuck you wearing some of them." Well that didn't really come as any surprise to me now; I was his personal sex-toy now. He had the power and control over me to dress and use me however he liked and all I could do was get stoned, use the poppers and get it over with! "Take the gown off and put on this." He handed me a white basque; it took me some time to figure out the best way to put it on. I fastened it at the front and twisted round so the hooks where at the back. Next I put on the light brown, chocolate coloured stockings and clipped them to the six straps hanging from the basque. I put the false titties into place and replaced the heels back onto my feet. "What do you think of this princess," he said as he held up a cream knee-length dress similar to the one worn by Marylyn Monroe in the famous photo with it blowing up. I stepped into it and he assisted me by pulling it up over my hips and false tits and helping me put my arms through the straps. It was made of the same material as the black dress I had worn last time and felt quite tight as it stretched over my body. "Mmmm quite cute," he told me as he made me walk the length of the room and pose for him. His hand went up my skirt as I walked passed him; his other hand grabbed my arm to halt me. "And very easy for me to get my hand up there sissy." "Remember that whatever you wear? Your sissy cunt must be available and accessible to me at all times." I was pulled closer to him and he kissed me deeply with his tongue forcing its way past my lips. One arm was around my upper back and the other hand was kneading my bum through my panties. There was a large bulge in the front of his trousers and it pressed against my tummy. I couldn't help but notice it and I ground myself provocatively against him with my hands on his shoulders. He had convinced me with his display of dominance with the crop that it would always be better to appear to be compliant. And all I wanted to do was keep him happy and avoid his displeasure at all costs! "Please may I suck your big hard cock Daddy," I murmured seductively like a horny girl. This seemed to please him and he smiled. "Patience my pretty sissy cock-sucker. I see you are starting to know your place." I pouted at him all girly and demure. "I want to be a good girl for Daddy." "I know you do Cindy; but first take off your clothes I want to see you in a couple of more things first." I could see that in the now opened drawers were several sets of matching lingerie. And in some smaller drawers were packets of stockings and hold-ups in several colours; still in their packets. Next he had me put on the different sets; there was a collection of four strap more modern suspender-belts plus a selection of the deeper waist, retro six-strap suspender belts. All in various colours with matching bras and panties. He explained to me that he liked the old fashioned classy look but because of the style the belt had to be worn over the panties to look right. So I would also have to wear the other type that could be worn with the panties put on over the top. I didn't seem to catch on to what difference it made until he told me, "It means I can get your knickers off if I need to; you dumb bitch." He also explained that the hold-ups would be needed for when I am wearing very short and tight skirts. As they can be pulled higher up the thigh and don't show the clips through the skirt that would be seen with a suspender-belt. He selected a pale pink retro set for me to put on with some black seamed stockings. From the wardrobe he choose a black pencil skirt and pale pink satin blouse. I dressed for him as he sat in the chair smoking a joint. I tucked the blouse into my skirt which I pulled high up my waist and fastened it with the zip at the back. "Come here and look in the wardrobe Cindy, it's every sissy's fantasy." I looked into the wardrobe and saw about half a dozen satin blouses similar to the one I was wearing, in white, black, purple, deep, green, hot pink and red. One the shelf at the bottom were several pairs of high-heeled women's shoes also in various styles and colours. There were quite a few skirts of varying style, length and colour along with some other types of tops. As well as several various wigs on stands on top of the wardrobe. It really was quite a collection! "You see? I have spent quite a bit of money on you young lady and I will expect you to earn back every penny." Oh for fucks sake I thought to myself, there must be hundreds of pounds worth of stuff here. This bastard will be fucking me forever at this rate! He told me to put on the pair of pale pink heels to match my undies and blouse and said. "Oh yes little Miss Cindy, you look like my pretty secretary now." "Yes Mr Wilton," I replied in submission. I was anything he wanted me to be now! And what he wanted right now was me to be his cock-sucking sissy-girl. "On your knees here now bitch." He pointed to floor in front of him. I tottered over to where he was sitting and hitching my skirt up a little I sunk slowly, femininely and demurely to my knees. "Please may I suck your big hard cock Daddy," I whispered submissively, my eyes focused on his groin. "Oh yes you may have the honour of sucking my cock sissy; it's what you live for isn't it slut?" "Yes Daddy. I live to suck your superior cock Sir," I purred, undoing his trousers. Pretty soon as was taking his hard throbbing member as far into my throat as I could without gagging too much. As a 'girl' I had learned that it is better to make as much effort as possible and be seen to be trying your best to please. Otherwise the man will run out of patience, place his hands behind your head and forcibly face-fuck you anyway! I bobbed my head up and down, working him with my tongue and cupping his balls in my hands. And it wasn't long before he started to spasm and hold my head firmly to his crotch. "You fucking cock-sucking sissy whore, you fucking love Daddy's cum. Now take it all in your mouth and don't spill a drop." My mouth filled and I nearly choked as his massive load ejaculated into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could trying not to spill too much but the still slowly pounding cock made some escape from my lips. I could feel it dripping down my chin and onto my stockings as I knelt before him greedily guzzling his seed. "Good girl, now go fix your make-up and let's see some more outfits." I spent the next hour or two modelling my new wardrobe for my 'benefactor'. Different tops, blouses, skirts and dresses, several sets of lingerie, stockings and heels as well as some of the collection of costume jewellery he had acquired. Finally he had me dressed in a white G-string, white bra, white, sheer, almost see-thru blouse, a short pleated red/black tartan mini skirt, black sheer hold-up stockings and black 4-inch heels. The little skirt barely reached the thin, stretchy band at the top of the hold-ups and I felt even more exposed and vulnerable than usual; if this was possible? He walked towards me and took me by my arm. "Come on Cindy, lets have a look at you." He twirled me around so my skirt swayed. "You know why a REAL MAN like me likes to see a bitch like you wearing a short, little skirt and G-string, don't you slut?" I had in my previous life as a normal hetero-sexual man liked to see a girl dressed like this for precisely the same reasons as I had myself felt wearing them. A girl always looked exposed, vulnerable and ready for the taking dressed in such a provocative manner. So I knew exactly what he meant although I didn't say anything to encourage him. He pushed me towards the dressing table and stood behind me. "Bend over sissy," he ordered as he pushed my shoulders down. I put my palms down flat on the dresser-top and looked at my pathetic reflection in the mirror. Wearing a blond wig, make-up, bent over at a ninety degree angle with a man stood behind me loosening his trousers. "As my girlfriend I will want you dressed like this quite often so that whenever I get the urge I can bend you over and empty my balls into you anywhere and anytime I choose." "I am the man, you are the bitch now, SAY IT!" I numbly repeated back to him, "You are the man Sir and I am the bitch Sir." He passed me the poppers and casually flipped up my skirt, I can only imagine in shame and humiliation the view that I presented to him? "Oh look at that little strip of flimsy pantie fabric protecting your cun.t" "So easy to just move aside and get at you bitch," he quipped. As he did so he spat onto the top of the cleft of my buttocks and helped it down the crack with his finger-tips. "Beg me to fuck you whore." "Beg me to fuck your cunt you sissy slut." I sobbed in abject defeat as I begged this bastard to fuck my cunt like the nasty little slut I was. Any resistance or hesitation would result in the crop and anything was preferable to that. He took me in a quick, rough, animal way as if anybody that would dress and pose like this deserved no more consideration than a casual rutting. "O-oh, Oh Sir," I moaned, hoping to encourage him to make this quick. "Fucking slut," he snapped, slapping my bare buttocks and forcing his cock deeper into my body. Again I felt as I had the previous time I had visited the strange sensation as his cock rammed against my prostrate. A feeling that wasn't altogether unpleasant; which was even more disturbing. Was I getting used to this? He grunted and groaned, called me some more nasty names and ejaculated deep inside my belly. I could feel it as he filled me and as before I could feel it oozing out as he continued to piston his hips. My legs nearly gave way and he must have noticed because he slipped his arm under my stomach and supported me. "Good girl," he said and kissed me on the neck. "You can get changed and go now Cindy. I have an appointment tomorrow so it's an early night," He left me alone in the room and returned with the bag containing my male clothes. Relieved I got changed and went to my room to take off the rest of the make-up and nail varnish. I just hoped I didn't' bump into one of my neighbours on the stairs? CHAPTER 4 It was the following afternoon when I was disturbed from my boring ritual of daytime telly; the only free entertainment of the unemployed. The loud knocking at this time of day could only be one person and I knew better than to keep him waiting. "Hello slut," was all he said as he pushed by me into my apartment. I followed him into my living room and watched as he held up a large sports bag. "See what I have for you princess." I stood in my Adidas track-suit bottoms and t-shirt as he opened the bag and pulled out a camera for a computer. "I think that you need a bit more training in the ways of being a sissy. You can consider this to be your homework for the times that you won't be actually visiting me." "I'm sure that you remember the sissy-training movies I showed you when you were my pretty little maid?" "You are going to watch more of these whilst I monitor you from downstairs via the camera to make sure that, firstly you are actually sat there watching. And secondly that you are dressed appropriately and paying full attention." This crazy scenario was getting worse by the week. I had already agreed to be at his beck and call and be available to meet at an hours notice. I knew that I had to use the exfoliating cream daily and that he would want me at least twice a week. But now the bastard wanted to control me even more and have me playing his fucking game on the nights that I thought that I would be free to at least try and have a normal life. Even though it would be hard to explain to any girl that I was ever likely to get intimate with just why I was smooth all over with that little feminine triangle of hair remaining. Not that it was likely that I would meet anyone else at the moment; my social circle was a bit limited in this city and being out of work and broke didn't help! "I have emailed you some links to the movies. At 7pm every night that you aren't visiting me you will sit in front of the computer and watch about two hours of training films." "You will never know just when I am actually sat at my own computer watching you. So you had better just assume that I will be there all the time and do as I ask." Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse; it did! He took out of his bag a make up box and informed me that. "You are to practice your make up skills at home daily and I will want to see your face online fully made-up. I expect it to get better and better all the time until you can apply it perfectly just like any girl that has been doing it all her life can" There wasn't much I could do apart from mumble an affirmative to him. He then pulled out a wig and added, "Of course you will be wearing this as well Cindy, you are a girl now aren't you?" Again I just numbly nodded and accepted his demand. He then held the open bag upside down and dumped the contents onto the floor. There must have been two dozen pairs of girl's panties in all different colours, full briefs and G-stings. As well as the short white silk dressing gown I had first worn in his bathroom those few, short weeks ago. "You will always wear girls panties now Cindy, even under your male clothes and even if you ever have to go out. Please do not ever think that you can sneak out without them if I ever catch you there will be serious punishment for you" He had me whichever way I looked at it. If he ever knocked on my door or caught me entering or leaving the building and demanded an inspection I was fucked! To make matters worse he walked into my bedroom, rifled through my drawers and removed all my male underwear. I watched as he put them into his bag and said. "You got anymore in the washing or anywhere bitch? If you have it would be advisable to give them to me now." My last hope was taken from me as I meekly went into the kitchen, opened the washing machine and surrendered my last two pair of boxer shorts to him. He took about twenty minutes to attach the camera and check that it was working and left me to my task of becoming Cindy. "Good girl, now I expect your first show tonight; 7pm sharp, don't be late and make sure you're looking pretty for Daddy; I'll text you." By 7pm I was fully made-up, wearing a long straight copper coloured wig, white full bum panties and gown; sitting at the computer awaiting his text. My phone bleeped. HELLO CINDY, OPEN YOUR YAHOO MESSENGER I HAVE ADDED YOU AND WILL BE ABLE TO CHAT VIA THE CHATBOX. OPEN THE EMAIL YOU HAVE RECEIVED FROM ME. I did as he told me and saw the chatbox in the corner, his words soon appeared. GOOD GIRL, I CAN SEE YOU ONLINE, NOW PLAY THE FIRST MOVIE AND KEEP AN EYE ON THIS BOX FOR ANY FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. REMEMBER, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW IF I AM ACTUALLY WATCHING YOU OR NOT. I typed back into the box YES SIR. And started to watch the first movie. It was the same kind of movie he had made me watch before; the heavy beating dance music as images of she-males, real women and obvious transvestites appeared in various states of undress. The words flashed on the screen over the images. YOU'RE A SISSY GIRL NOW. WEAR PRETTY LITTLE PANTIES FOR YOUR MASTER. OBEY MEN. YOU NEED A MAN'S COCK INSIDE YOU SISSY. I wanted to turn away as images of large cocks appeared and the 'girls' touched and sucked them but I knew that he would be there observing my every movement. The next movie came on, more graphic images, hypnotic voices telling me a was a sissy, a slut, etc, more words across the screen almost mesmerising me and holding my attention in a way that fascinated yet disturbed me. Little did I realise that I was slowly being brainwashed into becoming just like one of the 'girls' on screen! I looked down to see more of his words in the chatbox. GOOD GIRL, KEEP WATCHING AND REPEAT THE WORDS YOU SEE I took a deep breath and started to recite to the screen and my online 'Master' the words he wanted to hear. "I like to wear panties," "I like to look pretty for men, I am a sissy girl," "I love cock; I love to suck REAL MEN'S cock, " "I love to swallow my Master's seed, I love to have a big hard cock in my cunt." I repeated the mantras over and over again taking a few puffs of my joint and sipping water as I did so. I had lost track of time when the final clip finished and his message appeared in the box. GOOD GIRL, WELL DONE, SAME TIME TOMORROW, NOW GOOD NIGHT CINDY. I took off my make-up and relaxed for the rest of the evening, he was taking over my life now and there was nothing I could do about it! The next day a package came through my letter box, it contained a pair of tan hold-ups, a short see-thru pink baby doll nighty and a note. WHERE THESE TONIGHT AS WELL AS THE PINK KNICKERS GIRL XX I could see there coming a time that between practicing make-up, dressing for the movies and actually being with him would take up a lot of my time and finding a job would become even harder but I was captured in his web of submission now and could see no other way? So that evening at the appointed hour I was ready. I had to admit that I was getting better with the make-up now; it looked the best that I had ever done it. The little baby doll barely reached the tops of the hold-up stockings and my pink panties could be seen through the sheer flimsiness of the little nighty. I signed into Yahoo and his message appeared instantaneously. GOOD EVENING SLUT, IT'S SISSY-TIME, OPEN MY EMAIL AND GET WATCHING. I needed no further instruction and the first film burst into life. I watched numbly more of the frantic sexual images. More of his instructions appeared. GOOD LITTLE SISSY, TOUCH YOUR TITTIES GIRL, MOAN FOR ME. Followed by even more graphic messages, PLAY WITH YOUR PUSSY-LIPS AND CLITTY THROUGH YOUR PANTIES. TELL ME WHAT A SISSY-GIRL YOU ARE. I did as I was told never taking my gaze from the screen, knowing that he was watching; probably having a laugh, or a wank? With the noise from the music and my stoned concentration on the screen I hadn't even heard my living-room door open until his voice boomed out. "HELLO SISSY-GIRL" I looked around in complete shock; I had assumed that he was still downstairs watching his own computer. "You've got me really hard and horny watching you." "I was gonna save you until the weekend but I'm gonna need a bit of pussy right here and now bitch." "Get up and bend over slut." He quickly covered the couple of yards across my living room floor and had hold of me by the shoulder before I could react; he pulled me to my feet. "I said get up and bend over slut, Master wants to use your cunt" With one foot he pushed the chair I had been sitting on out of the way and manoeuvred me into position in front of the computer monitor. "Now bend over the keyboard sissy and prepare to be fucking mounted," he barked. I had no option but to obey him as he stood behind me and pushed my head lower until my face was only inches from the screen. I felt a hard kick on my ankles and instinctively parted my legs as I heard his zipper being pulled down. "Here bitch, have some poppers and watch the movie while I fuck you." He handed me the poppers and I rushed to unfasten the top, take a couple of large hits, re-fasten the bottle and put it down on the desk beside me. In my haste to make myself as numb as possible I hadn't even realised that he had pulled my panties roughly to one side and was now holding my cheeks apart. "Open up whore," he hissed and then spat on my offered sissy-hole. There wasn't much time wasted on preparing me for his assault as he was obviously already hard and ready to take his pleasure. This was going to be a quick fuck on his terms with no consideration for me! He wasn't gonna worry too much if it hurt me. I felt his cock at the entrance to my body and tensed as he rubbed it around the rim before the animal instincts of the dominant male took over and he thrust it inside me in one deep jerk of his hips. "ARGHHHH, OH MY GOD," I screamed. "Oh please no Master," I pleaded but he was not paying any attention to my agony. "Shut up whinging bitch, you are a fucking sissy-slut now and you will take a man's cock whenever he demands some pussy." There was a stinging slap on my ass followed by him gripping my hips and pulling me backwards, further onto to his meat. "That's it. Good little sissy whore, take Daddy's cock." The pain subsided a little as I got used to his rhythmic thrusts and I even started to rock back in time with him. I realised in his haste to mount me that he was keen to cum inside me and I wanted this ordeal to be over. I had learned how to take a man's cock just like a woman now, I knew how to wriggle my ass and moan for my MAN. He had succeeded in turning me into a cock-loving slut; or at least I could pretend that I was for him? I could feel his seed rising in his loins as his thrusting became faster and more violent. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for his climax; although nothing could have prepared me for the amount he unloaded inside me. "OH GOD PLEASE SIR," I almost screamed as his hot sticky juices flooded inside my belly. "Oh yes you bitch," he responded as he continued to milk his cock inside me. I felt that I was going to burst, my sex tunnel stretched to accommodate his seed. I could feel it running out of me and down my thighs as he slowed down. "Mmmm good little sissy bitch Cindy," he murmured contentedly. "You know what a good little sissy slut does now don't you princess?" I knew exactly what I must do; as his cock slipped from my gaping hole I turned around and kissed him. "Thank you for fucking me Master," I whispered breathlessly. Then I sank to my knees and licked his cock from his balls to his flaccid tip, tasting his cum as I sucked his slit clean. My panties were wet and sticky against my bum with his cum starting to ooze out of me and into them. "Oh yea Cindy, you're a natural now honey, you just love being a girl for Daddy now; don't you?" He fastened his jeans and headed to the door, pausing for a second he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a couple of ?20 notes. "Tomorrow you will go into town and get both your ears and your navel pieced; I want the receipts and I want the change. You're a bitch now and you will be adorned like one." My heart almost stopped, how could I explain just why I wanted to be pierced so? CHAPTER 5. I had to be careful as I used the exfoliating cream a couple of days later. The piercing in my navel was only twenty-four hours old and I didn't want the stinging cream to irritate it any more than could be avoided. I wore a silver stud in each ear and bar through my navel. I had to admit that when I saw my thin waist with the piercing and shaped pubic hair I did look quite feminine. I had received my SMS text earlier and by 7pm I was washed, smooth and ready to become Cindy again for the evening. Once again I traipsed down to his lair and prepared myself to be his sexual plaything. It had become a much quicker ritual of nails, make-up, etc now that I had had quite a lot of practice. My nails were the bright red that he had left out and the black mascara, red eye-shadow, rouge blusher and bright red lipstick seemed thicker and heavier than the stuff I'd worn before. The lingerie that was left out for me to wear appeared a little 'racier' too. A modern four-strap suspender-belt, bra and panties all in a sexy looking red and black matching design. I remembered his instructions for dressing from the other evening and realised that with a four-strap suspender I was expected to put the stockings and belt on first. Then the panties over the top so he would be able to remove them whenever he required more accessibility to my 'pussy'. I fastened it on then rolled the sheer black stockings up my legs and fastened them at the top. Once again I felt a strangely sensuous feeling as the sheer nylon pressed against my smooth skin. And for some reason the images of the t-girls on the training movies getting dressed for their men flashed across my mind. I NEED TO BE PRETTY FOR MY MAN, I NEED TO DRESS SEXY FOR MY MASTER. Could it be that the hypnotic messages were somehow triggered by the act of becoming a sissy-slut? I shook the preposterous idea from my mind and slipped on the panties, bra and false tits. There was a short red dress hanging from the wardrobe that I had already figured was his choice for the evening and I stepped into it and pulled it up so could put my arms through the right holes. The sleeves were tight and reached to my elbows and it fastened up with a zip up the front from my navel to just high enough to cover my bra. Next came the set of red beads for my neck and bracelets for my wrists. Followed by the medium length blond wig that I carefully brushed into place. Finally I sat on the little stool and put the bright red five-inch heeled strappy sandals on. Fastening the straps around my ankles and taking a few tentative practice steps around the room. The dress was so short it just about covered my stocking-tops and I knew that it would not protect much of my 'modesty' when I would be in his presence. Any bending, stretching or even just moving would make it ride up my thigh enough to turn him into a sex-crazed pervert. With this in mind I hesitantly approached the living room and knocked timidly; I was not looking forward to my evening. "Come in girl," he bellowed. I entered and performed the ritual of a curtsy and my greeting. "Good evening Master." "Good evening Cindy; come in," he replied. "Tonight you will call me Sir; I have plans for you." I nervously entered the room silently preying that his plans didn't include another lesson with his crop? I would do just about anything to avoid that agony again; unfortunately for me my tormentor was well aware of that fact. Standing before him in the centre of the room with my hands behind my back, ankles crossed demurely, gazing downcast at the floor in submission; in the approved manner. I could feel his eyes examining me whilst he sat on the sofa smoking a joint. "You know your place now don't you sissy," he questioned as he passed me the joint. I took it, inhaled deeply and replied, "Yes Sir, I am your sissy, bimbo fucktoy Sir." He laughed. "Good little slut, tonight you will learn how to be a whore for me. You will show me what you have remembered about pleasing a REAL MAN" How could I forget? I had spent many hours learning how to walk, talk and pose like a sexy girl for him. I had spent hours on my computer watching his sick 'educational' movies. And I had spent hours on my knees worshipping his cock! "You will act like my own private whore this evening Cindy. It is your duty to make me cum as many times as you can this evening slut" "And you will act as sexy and slutty as you can. Remember that as a whore your only purpose will be to make a man ejaculate as quickly and as many times as possible" He paused to allow me to keep up. "You must show enthusiasm and use your feminine charms to achieve this. It is a little test for you and will show me if you are going to be of any real use to me?" I looked up at him, I was confused and not sure what he meant. Surely he had had enough experience of using me to know that I was doing my best to play along with him. But I knew better than to question him as it was a golden rule that I was only ever to speak when spoken to and he was speaking at me now, not to me! "I will be judging you on your performance tonight sissy and if I feel that you have not shown sufficient initiative and enthusiasm you know what will happen don't you bitch?" This was a direct question so I nodded my head and replied in my most girly voice. "Yes Sir you will crop my bottom Sir. I will be a good girl and be the perfect little whore for you." My god, what was I saying? I had replied like an brainwashed automaton without even thinking my answer through. He had got me into such a state of mind numbing fear and vulnerability that I was now instinctively answering like some dumb, sissy, bimbo Stepford Wife! He picked up the remote control pad and directed it at his computer; an erotic, pounding sound of dance music filled the room. "Come on whore; show me what you've got bitch." He sat back and glared at me. It was obvious what was required. I started to dance in the most womanly, provocatively erotic way I could. I lifted my arms above my head and swayed my body from side to side, the hem of my dress riding to display my stocking-tops. "Oh yes, good girl," he laughed and clapped. I spun around and bent to touch my toes to let him see right up the back of my dress and present my pantie-clad bottom to him. Next I slowly danced my way towards him so I was within range of his hands. As his hand reached around the back of my leg and started its ascent across the sheer black stocking I bent towards him and placed my hand on his thigh. "Hello Sir my name is Cindy and I am a whore. What how can I please you Sir," I whispered in a husky and what I hoped, seductive voice? I slide my hand further up his thigh, looked up at him and smiled. "I am a nasty little slut Sir and I will do ANYTHING to please you Sir." "Oh I just know you will whore," he sneered as he squeezed my buttock through my panties. "You know what REAL MEN like don't you sissy?" he added. "Oh yes Sir, REAL MEN like to have their big hard cocks licked and sucked Sir." I took a deep breath as I swallowed what was left of my pride and continued. "Would Sir like me to be a good little sissy-whore and worship his big hard masculine cock." I looked up and just like a 'girl' I had seen in the porn films I smiled seductively and ran my tongue around my open lips. "I'm a good cock-sucking sissy-slut Sir; I just love to suck your superior penis." "Please Sir, let your good little sissy-whore show you a good time." He grinned back at me with a look of complete victory and just nodded. I sank to my knees between his open leg and took my time stroking his huge member through his jeans. It really was massive and I surmised that he had probably taken a Viagra and it was gonna be a very long night! The purple head was throbbing with excitement as I freed it from his boxer shorts and began my task by teasing his tip and slit with my tongue. I pulled his jeans and boxers down far enough to allow me to reach his balls with my finger-tips. I knew from experience how he liked his cock serviced. I took the first of my many hits of poppers that night from the bottle that he had left within reach for me. I licked his balls and his shaft before attempting to take him into my mouth. I wanted him to be in a state of full sexual tension before I took him inch by inch inside me, my tongue working his huge pulsing top, flicking across his taught 'banjo string'. Bobbing my head up and down in his lap with one hand tickling his balls and the other placed around the stem of his shaft as a stopper to prevent him pushing my head too far down and chocking me. Like a real cock-sucking whore I was learning my trade. It wasn't too long before I heard him grunt and moan followed by the full-on explosion of his male juices into my mouth making me choke and gag but not stopping me from completing my duty. There was no way that I would give him any reason to be dissatisfied with my attempts after I had done my best to get him off! I continued to milk him with my mouth then knelt up to show him the sperm on my tongue and dripping down my chin. I swallowed it all, wiped the semen from my chin and licked my fingers clean whilst gazing at his softening organ with love and submission. "Thank you for cumming in my mouth Sir," I murmured to him huskily. "Good little whore, what an evening we will have tonight Cindy; now go and fix your make-up and come back here," Was all he said although I could tell that he was pleased. Five minutes later I was returning to the living room with my lipstick re-applied and my wig brushed back into shape. I was instructed to fix us both a drink and sit next to him so we could relax and watch some porn. "Come and sit close to your man girl." We sat on the sofa together, him leaning back with his arm around my shoulders and me with my head against his shoulder. The porn was not the sissy-training porn that he had made me watch before. This time it was of a scantily clad she-male being fucked all over a bed by a guy. At the end of the film he squeezed my thigh and said, "Get up and strip for me whore." It was a direct order and one that must be immediately obeyed so in spite of the degrading humiliation I stood up and slowly unzipped my dress. I swayed to the music in the most feminine way I could imagine and wriggled out of the dress. He looked at me approvingly and instructed me to. "Keep going sweetheart, kit off!" I unhooked my bra and held it on with my hands cupping my false titties; then let that too fall to the floor. He clapped his hands and I unclipped my stockings and removed my suspender-belt. Next came the shoes and stockings leaving me standing before him in just my panties. "Panties too princess." He clicked his fingers. When I was naked he took me by the hand and led me to the changing- room. "Come on slut it's time for part two of your whore training. Let's go into your sissy-room and I will show you some more outfits that I have got for you." The next assortment of clothing and lingerie were even more slutty than the little red dress. Red G-string and bra, black hold-up stockings, ridiculously red high platform heels, a tight red tie up top that exposed my belly with it's new piercing. I was given a tiny leopard print, stretchy mini skirt that was so short it barely covered my bare ass. I really did look like the stereo-type $10 street whore you see in the Movies. I assumed that it must be one of his habits to use such women if he wanted me dressed like one? "Look at you bitch," he laughed. "You're a proper little whore now aren't you Cindy? With your cunt available for instant use," he added as he slapped my bottom. "Come on whore let's go into the living room; Daddy wants some pussy." I allowed myself to be directed through his apartment; his hand was on my bottom and he was allowing his fingers to trail down to the exposed flesh between the hem of my skirt and my stocking-tops. He propelled me towards the back of his sofa and said, "You are a whore. What do whores do?" It was patently obvious what whores did so there was no point in delaying this any longer. "Whores sell their asses for money Sir; whores let men fuck them Sir," I replied. "That's right bitch, whores let men fuck them anywhere and anytime. They must be ready for cock at all times; are you ready for cock WHORE?" I barely managed to stammer out a, "Yes Sir," when he pushed me forwards so I was bent over the back of the sofa with my bum raised up and the skirt riding up to show the little red G-string that was pulled tight between the cleft of my smooth white buttocks. "Offer your cunt to me whore," he snapped. "I offer my cunt to you Sir, would Sir like to stick his big hard cock inside me?" I quickly responded. "That's right, good whore, talk dirty to your paying customer, turn him on and make him wanna fuck you bitch." I slowly gyrated my hips in a display of what I hoped looked like my eagerness to please? And took a hit from the open bottle of poppers he held under my nose. As my pulse raced and the room span my panties were pulled to the side and he started to prepare me for his use. First the spit, then the lube, then a finger or two to ease it inside me. I straightened my legs, bent my back to offer up my ass to him and placed my hands down over the back of the sofa. There was no more time wasted with 'foreplay' he entered me roughly and fully, penetrating me like an animal on heat. He grunted and groaned as he virtually raped me; this was an act of his own pure personal pleasure. He fucked me in a way that no man would ever fuck a woman that he had any feelings for! I really must be getting physically used to this treatment by now as there was no where near as much pain as I had earlier experienced from his attentions. Which was just as well as it obviously didn't matter to him? After no more than five minutes of this sleazy, humiliating experience he gripped my hips, called me a few choice names and dumped his cum as far into my belly as he could push. I could hardly move as I lay collapsed in the same position he had fucked me in, slumped over the back of the sofa with my now leaking hole on display. He must have been quite exhausted too from his efforts as he stood up, slapped my ass and went to sit down, not bothering whet