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THE LANDLORD PART 4 CHAPTER 1 Over the course of the next month I noticed that my landlord was taking more and more control over my life. He was paying my bills and supplying me with food, etc but it all came at a cost! Not only did I have to visit him in his flat a couple of times a week and dress up in whatever girly outfits he had bought me. I also had to stay at home and watch the horrible, hypnotic sissy training movies. Every night for two hours I had to put on make-up, wig and lingerie and sit in front of my computer never knowing for sure if he was actually monitoring me through his cam-link or not? I had to wear women's panties under my clothes at all other times too; even if I went out. On more than one occasion he had accosted me in the hallway of our building either on my way out or home and ordered me into his flat to lower my jeans and prove my obedience. With this time consuming commitment to him I had no time for any social life and any attempt to find a job. This had got even more difficult last week when after an evening of more sexual depravity he told me. "From now on sissy Cindy you will text me and ask me for permission if you ever want to go out for any reason. Even if it is just to go to the shop for milk, etc you will clear it with me" It was becoming apparent that he was turning his earlier statement of 'I own you now bitch' from what I had thought at the time an idle boast into reality. I had lost any vestige of control now and I was virtually at his beck and call 24/7. We hadn't discussed the money that I owed him since I had last been foolish enough to bring it up. I didn't want to provoke him or even remind him about the money, I was deluding myself that somehow I was almost out of debt. I had spent many evenings as his fucktoy now and surely that must count for something? I was behind in my rent by almost three months now. And with the utility bills that he was paying, the food and the bloody outfits he made me wear and pay for I was losing count of where I was? How long was this nightmare gonna continue, when would I be free? I would have been happy now just to pack up my stuff and go back home to the small town that I was from. I would have gladly given up my hope of living in the city but he wouldn't let me go. He had taken lots of photos and videos of me dressing up as well as in sexually compromising positions. His threat of blackmail trapped me as much as the debt! It was almost the end of the month when he next summoned me; I had not visited him in over a week and was starting to think that just maybe he was getting bored of this game? How wrong I was! He was waiting for me as I entered his flat which was unusual as in the past he had wanted me made-up and dressed before he saw me. "Hello slut; I have noticed that you have become quite proficient in applying your make-up. I think you are ready for the next stage" I looked at him confused, what could he possibly mean? Of course I didn't want to anger him so I remained silent. "Don't you worry your pretty little bimbo head about anything. I just want you to make a special effort with the make-up I have selected for you tonight." "Of course Sir, I always try my best" I whispered. "Good girl, now get out of those nasty male clothes, they don't look right on you anymore. Strip off, get in there and when you're ready I will come and show you what to put on" It took me over an hour to paint my nails bright red and apply the make-up. And when I put on the straight, shoulder-length black wig with the straight fringe I had to admit I did look very feminine. My make-up was almost perfect and the wig really did look like it could have been my real hair! I didn't have to wait long for him to come to the room to see if I was ready. He didn't knock of course, he just walked in; I had no rights to privacy now. After examining my make-up attempt he smiled and said. "Oh you do look pretty Cindy, you'll do just fine tonight; now put these on." He sat back and watched me put on the black lacy four-strap suspender- belt and the black sheer stockings. I pulled the matching black lacy panties on over the top of my suspender-straps so I realised that at some stage of the evening they would be pulled down or removed whilst leaving my legs clad in nylon. Next came the matching bra and silicon C-cup breast forms. The artificial erect nipples looked real through the flimsy black lace of my bra and I could feel the weight of them as I moved. I sprayed myself in body-spray and perfume and turned to face him, standing in my most feminine way, feet crossed at the ankles, hands behind my back and head bowed demurely. My navel piercing twinkling in the light. "Very good Cindy, you make a natural woman; I have taught you well." He opened the wardrobe and presented me with another new dress. "Put this on; I want you to look your best tonight. You are ready now slut and it's time to start making some real use of you!" Yeah, whatever, I thought to myself, another evening of sucking this bastards cock and letting him sodomise me whilst he pretended I was a 'girl'. I was almost getting used to this treatment now; it didn't hurt as much when he penetrated me. My mind and body were becoming accustomed, even almost accepting of my new role. I put on the short black 'skater' dress and black five inch stiletto heels. A gold bangle and matching necklace. "Now you will need a handbag and a coat, we are going for a little trip. I will explain on the way; come on we're late," he said looking at his watch. "Going out Sir?" I stammered I was horrified; it was bad enough being dressed like this in the 'safety' of his apartment. "Yes going out slut and you know better than to question me; I can always bring the crop!?" That silenced me and I put on the waist-length leather coat with fake fur trim and picked up the small black handbag. We exited his ground floor apartment from his rear kitchen door which opened onto a largish yard area. It was big enough for several cars to park in and could be accessed from the wide alleyway to the rear of the building. It was a new experience trying to walk in these heels outdoors. Inside his apartment it had been relatively easy walking on a level carpeted floor. But out here it was a different prospect and he had to help me cross the paving-stones of the yard. I also felt a strange sensation actually being out in the fresh air dressed this way. Not only were my heels making a girly little clip- clopping sound on the hard floor; but I could feel the breeze on my stocking covered legs and blowing up my short dress. I shivered involuntarily as I realised just how vulnerable I felt at this moment; I was glad to reach the safety of his car. He held open the door for me, like a 'gentleman' would for a 'lady' then closed it behind me. The only good thing about the whole situation was that as it was dark then no-one could have seen me getting to the car. Although that was the least of my worries; where were we going? We started to drive across the city towards districts that I wasn't very familiar with. As I was from a small town thirty miles away and had only lived here for less than a year I only really knew the side of the city I lived on and the city centre area a bit. We drove for about thirty minutes as it is one of the biggest cities in the county outside of London. Even though it was night time there were still plenty of people about. And I looked down at the floor every time we stopped at a traffic light terrified someone would notice me! This made him laugh. "Don't worry princess no-one will know what you are in this light. To anyone out there you will just look like a pretty girl going for a night out with her man." I suppose with the wig on and my face covered in make-up anyone glancing into the car wouldn't have thought too much about it? We drove up a nice tree-lined suburban avenue slowly as if he was looking for somewhere. "Here it is slut" he said as he pulled into the driveway of the large detached house that he had recognised. Oh my god, my thoughts were racing, where was this? Who lived here? What was going to happen to me now? My hands trembled as he stopped the engine and turned to face me. "Well now bitch; pay attention and listen to me." "This is the home of an acquaintance of mine that shares certain passions and sexual desires as I do." "You will go in there and behave for him exactly as you behave for me when you are my bitch, Cindy" He paused to let me digest this latest information. I shook my head in horror; this was a new humiliating low for me. "No please," I silently mouthed. "Oh yes my little sissy whore. I will take you in and introduce you then I will leave you there for about two hours." "During that time you will show the gentleman the sexual skills as a slut that I have taught you." "You will act sexily and provocative for him, you will do as he tells you. And you will let him use you sexually just like a man does with a bitch." "You will make him satisfied and happy with you, so make sure you keep up the appearance of enjoyment." "Remember honey, teeth, tits and smiles are a girls best friend." I shook my head and fought back a tear. "No please Sir, please don't make me do this I'm frightened. I won't do it!" I added defiantly. "Oh yes you will bitch. Don't you ever forget I own your ass now until you have paid me back the three grand you now owe me." "Now pull yourself together young lady and listen." I tried to regain some control and composure as he went on. "I have put some condoms, some lube and a bottle of poppers in your handbag. Do you remember how I trained you to put a condom on a man's cock, slut?" "Yes Sir." I nodded in numb with shock and fear. "You must make sure that when he fucks you he wears a condom. Its ok for you to suck his cock without one but your cunt belongs to me and only I fuck you bareback." "Now come on let's go, he's expecting us and you don't want to disappoint him do you Cindy?" "I will ask him how you did when I return and if he's not fully satisfied with you then there will be a long night of the crop for your disobedient ass." I was left in no doubt about what I must do tonight; even being handed over for his friend to fuck was better than the crop! He came around and opened my door, taking me by the arm he led me up towards the front door. DING-TONG.. There was a minute delay before the door was opened by a tall well built middle-aged guy dressed in an open neck shirt and jeans. It was obvious that the two men knew each other as they greeted each other by name and warmly shook hands, we were ushered into the hallway of his house. "John, this is Cindy and Cindy this is Mr Rodgers," my landlord said as way of introduction. It was obvious from the fact that he had introduced him by his surname and the use of Mr that I must do likewise and be respectful. I remembered one of his rules enforced by the crop on my second visit to him. '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!' I curtsied and said in my most sissy-girly voice. "Good evening Mr Rodgers." He didn't even have the manners to answer me; he just looked me up and down and turned back to Wilton and said, "Yea she's not bad mate; quite a sexy looking bitch. Does she know how to look after a man?" "Oh yea," replied my heartless landlord. "I've given her a lot of practice" Both men laughed and continued their conversation about the merits of a good slut; talking about me as if I wasn't there. We went into the living room where the two men sat down and continued their chat. As I hadn't been offered a seat I remained standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Take your coat off Cindy," said Mr Wilton. "You're not going anywhere for a couple of hours." I took of my coat and hung it on the coat-stand in the corner and returned to the centre of the room. I was filled with anxiety and trepidation about what was to come next. Mr Rodgers took out a wad of twenty pound notes and handed them to Mr Wilton. "It's all there mate," he added. Mr Wilton counted them and put them in his pocket; I couldn't make out exactly how many banknotes he had been given. And in my naivety I hadn't worked out what was going on; I just assumed that he must have owed him money? He then stood up and made to leave as he walked passed me he smiled and winked. "Now you be a good girl Cindy and I'll come back and pick you up in two hours." With that he bade Mr Rodgers farewell for now and left, letting himself out and leaving me alone with a man that I knew was going to want to fuck me! CHAPTER 2 As soon as he had gone Mr Rodgers instructed me to. "Come here and let's have a good look at you whore." I slowly and as sexily as I could manage in these heels sashayed my way across his living room carpet to within a couple of yards of where he was sat and said in my softest voice. "Hello Sir, how may I please you tonight?" He smiled and replied, "Hello Cindy, so how long have you been a whore?" This question kind of took me by surprise, I had been thinking to myself that it was best to try and be as girly and demur as possible. In an attempt to assert at least some measure of control over what wasn't an ideal situation to say the least! "Well Sir," I stammered as I fished for the right words to say. "I'm not really a whore Sir. I just sort of owe Mr Wilton a bit of money and he has asked me to do this favour for him." He laughed a deep genuine laugh and clapped his hands. "Are you stupid girl? I just paid money to have you suck me off and let me fuck you. I think that that makes you a whore by anybodies standard?" The full enormity of his statement knocked the wind out of me. He was absolutely correct, the money that had changed hands was payment for my ass. That fucking bastard Wilton really had whored me out like he was my pimp or something? Not that this fact changed anything; he had me in a fix and there was nothing that I could do except allow this man to use me for Wilton's own profit. "This is the first time Sir," I said as I looked dejectedly at the floor. "First time as a whore or first time with a man?" He pushed his point. "First time as a whore," I replied with a sigh. "Not the first time getting fucked by a man then whore?" he continued. "No Sir, Mr Wilton has used me in that way many times Sir." "Good, so you know what to do then? Now take of that dress and show me what I'm gonna fuck bitch." I slipped the straps from my shoulders and seductively wriggled the tight Lycra dress down my body, over my hips and let it fall the floor. He stood up and I could see from the bulge in his pants that he was pleased with what he saw. "Turn around, bend over and show me that ass. My mate says you've got a great little bum and he has trained you well." I crossed my feet at my ankles, placed my palms on my thighs and as I bent down I slid my hands down my stocking-clad legs until I was at a right angle presenting my bum to him. There were a few comments whispered by my viewer that I couldn't really hear. I realised he was talking to himself and my opinions or thoughts were not required. My panties were pulled to one side and I could feel his fingers playing with my fuck-hole. "Mmmm nice and tight aren't you slut," he said as he inserted a finger inside me. "I like to fuck a sissy with a nice tight cunt. Now get on your knees whore and show me what your pimp has taught you." There was a sharp slap across my buttocks issued in the casually assertive way that these kinds of men used with 'girls' like me. The manner in which my 'pimp' and my 'punter' treated me like a piece of meat or an object for their perverted desire was designed to keep me in my place both mentally and emotionally. Forcing any futile thoughts of resistance fro my mind I obeyed him. And like the whore that I had become, I fell to my knees in front of the SUPERIOR MALE and continued my descent into depravity. His cock was a little bit shorter than the only cock I had so far served although it was just as thick. His tip seemed massive as the foreskin was pulled a lot lower and tighter and it dawned on me that this is what an uncircumcised cock must look like. It smelt very clean and soapy as if he had just taken a shower before our arrival which I was grateful for as I took it deep into my mouth. It was true, I had been trained to suck a man's cock now and if I could make him cum this way it may save me from further abuse? "Oh you fucking good little cock sucking sissy whore," he moaned placing his hands on the back of my head. "Fucking yes, that's it you nasty little cunt suck my cock." I worked my head rhythmically bobbing back and forth massaging his balls with my finger-tips. He was pushing further inside me making me gag and bringing tears to my eyes but he was oblivious to my discomfort. "You are good bitch but I don't wanna cum just yet. I want fuck that sweet little pussy first." "Did you bring condoms and lube whore?" I was asked. I nodded and replied, grateful to have his tool out of my throat. "Yes Sir, in my bag Sir." "Get them whore," he snapped. Crawling on all-fours to the chair where I had left my bag I took out a condom and the tube of lube and returned to my place at his feet. "Pass me the lube and lick my balls to keep me hard when you put the rubber on" It was quite an effort to do as he demanded as I frantically tore at the condom packet and removed its slimy rubber content. Looking up at him I smiled and blew him a kiss then slowly rolled the sheath over his erect sword. "Here take this and rub some on my cock." He passed me the lube and I squeezed out a liberal amount over the rubber covered man-meat letting some run down onto his balls. "Now take your knickers off and bend over that footstool bitch. Rub some lube into your cunt and tell me what a dirty fucking cock-loving slut you are." "Get that tight little pussy wet and ready for my cock sissy." I stood up, slipped my finger-tips into my waist-band and peeled my panties down. Then knelt down by the footstool and bent over it exposing my open hole to my paying customer. There was an advantage in being able to apply the lube myself; I could put it on nice and thick. It overcame the humiliation of having to prepare myself to be fucked by a man I had only just met! "Oh Sir, I am a nasty, dirty, cock-loving slut Sir." "I'm making my sissy-cunt nice and wet for you Sir," I added for affect. He placed his rough hands on my hips and pulled me into position. "Pull your cheeks apart and show me what I'm gonna fuck slut," he demanded. I lay flat across the footstool, my large false tits crushed between it and me and reached back to present my lubed fuck-hole for mounting. I didn't have to wait long for he was soon inside. It was a different feeling having his rubber encased weapon penetrate me. And I knew from wearing them myself that it would not be the same sensation for him. He would, like all men forced to wear a condom, over compensate and ram me faster and harder to achieve his climax. He had straddled me to be able to drive into me with maximum effect and my body was being violently rocked back and forth as he hammered away at my ass. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and tried to imagine I was anywhere in the world except right here, right now! "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," he snarled as he whipped out his cock and I heard the sound of the condom being ripped off. The rolled up rubber was hurled at the back of my head landing on the foot-stool beside my face. He continued to frantically masturbate until he let out a long growl of a moan and I felt the warm sticky seed spray over my buttocks and the small of my back. We both remained motionless for several minutes recovering from the strenuous fucking that had just happened. His semen dripped between my legs over my pussy-lips and onto the floor. He casually slapped my bottom and said. "Not bad bitch, not bad at all. You really are a cock-loving slut." He stood up and helped me to my feet. "Go in the bathroom and wipe my cum off your ass you dirty little tramp. I've got another hour with you." "Tidy yourself up and we can watch some porn until your lift home arrives. I'll probably get another hard-on and you can show me what you can do with your mouth" After asking directions and tottered to the bathroom clutching my hand- bag in one hand and my panties in the other. I took a big handful of tissue and carefully attempted to remove his gooey mess from my back. A quick brush of the wig, a spray of perfume and another coat of lipstick later I returned to his living room. To find him sat naked in the big leather armchair with a glass of wine in his hand and some porn on his widescreen TV. "Come and kneel between my legs slut. You know what to do?" he pointed to the floor at his feet. I took a deep breath and swaying my hips from side to side like a street-walking whore I approached him and knelt at his feet. His cock was only semi-erect so I let my wig brush against his groin swishing it from side to side and licked the tip of his penis playfully as my open mouth passed it by. I had spent many hours with my landlord's man-meat in my mouth now so I had learned the best ways to arouse a man. I don't know whether it was my determined efforts, the horny sex scene he was watching on his TV or a combination of both but he was soon hard again. I settled into a steady rhythm working the length of his shaft with my lips and taking him as deep into my throat without gagging too much. To be honest I kind of became lost in the moment and time seemed to stand still so I cannot with any accuracy say for how long I continued my submissive, feminine attempts to please him. As he was to some extent letting me control events I was able to place my hand around the base of his shaft to stop him taking me by surprise and ramming his cock too far down my throat. As far as I was concerned it was all about timing; I didn't want him to cum too soon as then he may want to fuck me again before my landlord arrived. On the other hand I didn't want to take too long as I wanted to leave him satisfied. I had come this far, I didn't want a 'bad report' and a beating when I got home! Eventually I felt his cock twitch, heard his breathing get heavier and felt his hand on the back of my head. Experience had taught me that now would be a good time to increase my speed. I frantically bobbed my head up and down whilst squeezing his hilt until he grunted and shot a thick stream of bitter tasting thick semen into my warm and waiting mouth. I continued to slurp and lick, showing him that I was an enthusiastic, dirty cock loving slut until I had drained his throbbing balls of all his remaining seed. He fell back on the chair spent and happy; all he said to me was "Ok bitch I'm done with you now, get dressed, your pimp will be here soon" he laughed as he slapped my bare bottom. I straightened myself up as best I could and five minutes later there was the sound of the doorbell; Mr Wilton was back and Rodgers went to let him in. My landlord came striding into the room followed by our 'Host'. He looked at my lipstick smeared face and laughed. "What a fucking slut you are Cindy. Now go get in the car and wait for me; I will be a couple of minutes we have MEN'S business to discuss." I quickly scurried out in to the cool night air and tottered over to his car. I felt a little more secure with the car door shut behind me. True to his word it was only a few minutes before he came out and joined me, he started the engine and backed out of the driveway onto the street. "I have spoken to my friend Mr Rodgers and he is very happy with your performance. It seems that you make a natural whore Cindy," he said as we drove home. I was relieved to hear this confirmation although I knew that I had tried my very best to perform like the trained fucktoy I had become. I could tell from the tone of his voice that this evening wasn't going to end up with the crop across my buttocks. Oh how the simplest things made me happy now. Who would have thought a few short months ago that my main concern in life would be to please a strange man that I had only just met to avoid serious pain? He parked the car in one of the spaces behind his apartment block and turned to me. "You look so pretty with your lippy smeared princess. You've got me hard bitch but I'm not gonna fuck your cunt tonight" My relief was short lived as he sat back and undid his trousers letting his erect cock spring out. "Give me a quick blow-job whore and afterwards you can go straight up to your room." My jaw was already slightly stiff and sore from my previous encounter of the evening but I knew better than to show any hesitation. I put my head in his lap and gave him a deep, wet sloppy blow-job as he held my head and jerked up his hips. I worked my head up and down frantically trying to generate as much friction on his banjo-string as I could with my lips and tongue. "Oh yes you little cunt suck my fucking cock you whore" he hissed as he unloaded his seed into my numb and abused mouth. He pushed my head up and down as it filled me and I could feel it slipping down my throat in big thick gooey streams. I looked up at him and licked my lips in an attempt to appear sexy and slutty for him; my night was nearly over and I didn't want to upset him now. He took me inside and told me to get changed into my male things then as I left he said. "You're starting to pay your way now whore. Come back tomorrow night; I have an idea." I was too mentally exhausted by my evening's experiences to be bothered to think too much about that now; I just wanted to get out of there and go to bed. The fact that he wanted me back again tomorrow made me realise just how far I had slipped under his power and control now. CHAPTER 3 All too soon it was the following evening and after having a nice long hot shower with the exfoliating cream I was once again sat naked in my landlords flat putting on make-up nail varnish and a long copper coloured wig. He kept popping his head around the door to check on my progress and when I was ready he came in to select my outfit. "As you were such a good girl last night sweetheart I am gonna treat you tonight." From the glint in his eye when he spoke I was under no illusion that it would be anything that I would ever consider a 'treat'. But at least he was calling me sweetheart and not bitch or worse; which was always a bonus under the circumstances! "I am going to take you into the gay-village in the city centre and visit a couple of tranny bars." I heard of the famous gay-village that the city was well known for although I had never actually been there myself. And the thought of appearing in public dressed as a woman was daunting to say the least? "Don't worry it's a Wednesday night so it's t-girl night in the village. There will be lot's of sissies like you out and lot's of men that are into them." "You will look as good as any of the 'girls' there tonight and a lot better than most," he laughed. This didn't fill me with much consolation if I had to be honest but there was no way I would dare tell him that. He proceeded to hand me items of lingerie to put on. A hot pink pair of skimpy sheer panties and matching bra with my false tits. A matching suspender-belt and black plain stockings, pink beaded necklace and bangles. Followed by a hot pink Ra-Ra skirt and four inch, strappy heels with a black, cropped, satin blouse that reached to just below my breasts exposing my pierced navel. When I was dressed he took a good look at me and said happily. "You'll do sweetheart, here's your coat and bag, let's go." I was given an animal print Mac-like coat that just fell short of the hem of my skirt and a small hot pink hand-bag to match my heels. "Don't forget to bring your girly essentials, lipstick, lips gloss, perfume etc." He gave me a minute to grab the items and put them in my bag and then he led me outside to the rear parking area where his car was parked. It wasn't a long drive into the city-centre and he parked on the car- park in the middle of what I presumed must be the gay-village. The rainbow flags outside the bars and shops and the obviously gay guys, transvestites and lesbians walking from bar to bar kinda gave it away. It was even more difficult to walk in heels on the pavement than it had been walking the short distance across his yard. My heels clip-clipped as I took his arm and tottered from the car-park, across the road and into the first bar. As my eyes became accustomed to the light inside the bar I could see a small dance-floor in the corner with about a dozen transvestites dancing in a girly camp manner around their hand-bags. They varied in age from early twenties to possibly early fifties although it was hard to tell with all the make-up caking their faces? They also varied in standard from a couple of them that could have passed to anyone as real girls to some that really did look like the stereo-typed tranny drag-queens you see on television. With their high heels, short skirts and visible stocking-tops in struck me that a lot of these transvestites dressed in the image that a male thinks a women should be rather than the real girls I knew did when they went out! Maybe that's what attracted the large groups of men sitting in the booths and congregating around the bar? "Come on princess let's get a drink, don't forget to sashay your hips as you walk." I felt very apprehensive as I was escorted across the open floor space to the bar; I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes leering at me. And I realised for the first time in my life how uncomfortable it must be for an attractive woman to be mentally undressed by a pack of predatory men. I felt as exposed and vulnerable as an antelope must feel approaching the watering holes of the Serengeti. Knowing that hungry dangerous animals are watching your every move awaiting their chance to pounce and devourer you. He bought me a double vodka and coke and we moved away from the bar to stand at a little table facing the dance-floor. The music was so loud that I struggled to hear him as he explained about the scene here. He told me that it was basically a pick-up joint for gay transvestites and their 'admirers'. He also explained that as a lot of the t-girls often preferred other t-girls to men; it meant that there was usually an in-balance between cock and available 'pussy'. This I had kinda already picked up on as some of the girls seemed to be dancing together completely oblivious to the looks of the single men. Not that that seemed to put the men off as they were forever attempting chat up lines on some of the 'girls'. At least with a male escort here I didn't have to fend off the advances of any of these sex-hungry beasts. I had another drink quickly followed by a third and was starting to notice the effects of the alcohol. "Please Sir, I need to go to the toilet," I whispered in his ear. "Ok baby use the ladies though, don't be long and don't forget to wee sitting down." He showed me where the ladies were and waited for me outside. There were two older t-girls stood gossiping like giddy girlies and fixing their make-up in the mirror when I entered. I smiled demurely and slipped passed them and into a cubicle without wanting to get involved in their conversation. They were gone when I had finished with the toilet and so was Mr Wilton. I looked around frantically for him; the last thing I wanted was to be abandoned here on my own dressed like this! Fortunately I saw him in the first floor bar area talking to some of the other men and handing out what looked to be business cards to each of them. When he saw me he came to join me. "Just been doing a little promoting for my new business Cindy," he smiled. A couple of other guys came over to chat to him and he gave out more cards as they looked me up and down in a way that made me feel very uneasy. It didn't help my feelings of vulnerability as he casually patted my ass and rubbed my stockings below the short hemline. He was treating me like his property and marking me out to all the males in the room that I belonged to him. Even more so when his hand slipped up my skirt and squeezed my pantie-clad bottom in full view of all! After about an hour or so of circulating the club together, having more drinks and chatting to more guys we settled in a corner booth. I was glad to sit down; walking in these heels was hard enough without the alcohol induced feeling of being tipsy. A sleazy looking guy in his fifties, slightly balding and with a bit of extra weight around his midriff came to join us and sat next to Mr Wilton in the booth. They were talking but as I was sat on the other side of my landlord and it was quite noisy I couldn't make out what was being said? The guy kept looking at me and then turning to carry on his conversation; eventually stopping and reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out his wallet and handed Wilton two twenty pound notes which I thought was a little strange until Wilton turned to me and said. "Cindy, you will go to one of the toilets in the basement where it's quiet and wait there for this gentleman" he said indicating the man sat next to him. "You will go into one of the cubicles with him and give him one of you sweet little blow-jobs do you understand?" Oh I understood all right; I was the new business he had been promoting with his cards. The only thing I didn't truly understand was whether he was whoring me out just to humiliate me or whether it really was to make money? Both I guessed as it was certainly producing both results! There was absolutely no point in wasting my time trying to plead or reason with him, my fate was sealed a long time ago. I got up and prepared to set of to the cubicle to fulfil my duties as a whore for my pimp. He stopped me and added a word of warning. "Just a blow-job bitch; that's all he's paid for and that's all he's getting." "He will probably stick his hand up your skirt and try and get into your knickers; which is permissible. He may even get a finger or two inside your cunt but that's all he gets." "I advise you that the best way to deal with it is to squat down as quick as you can and get his cock in your mouth before he gets any ideas about bending you over and getting more than his monies worth; understand whore?" "Yes Sir," I nodded. "I won't let you down Sir." "Good girl, now off you go and remember to be professional, get his cock out and get him ASAP" He added with a sly laugh. The un-named stranger must have been eager as by the time I got downstairs to the bathrooms he was right behind me. I stuck my head round the door to check there was nobody else in there and motioned for him to follow me. He was staggering a little and his breath smelt of alcohol; I realised that he was drunk and therefore could possibility become aggressive if he wasn't happy with his 'service'. He slapped my ass and demanded, "In that cubicle now whore; I've got a throbbing hard-on for you bitch." It had been bad enough being whored out to that pervert Rodgers but this was infinitely worse. I was going into a toilet cubicle in a sleazy tranny bar with some guy I'd never even spoken to before! Once inside he locked the door and made a drunken grab for me. He pushed me up against the thin partition and roughly forced his hands up my skirt as his wet, slobbering mouth descended on my face. Mr Wilton had been correct in his prediction; the fat drunken slob's hands were all over my bottom and his fingers were in my knickers fumbling for my hole. I remembered his 'advice' and quickly sunk down onto my haunches. I didn't want to kneel down on the cold tiled bathroom floor so I manoeuvred myself until my head was level with his crotch. "What you waiting for whore," he slurred. I looked up at him and said him my sexiest, huskiest voice. "You want me to suck your big hard cock Daddy?" as I unfastened his trousers. "Damn fucking right whore," was his only reply. I took a deep breath, overcame my natural revulsion at this most unnatural situation and began my work as a 'cock-sucking sissy-whore. I must admit I had become quite adept at pleasuring a man in this way; I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, tickled his balls with the other and worked his fat, six inch cock into my mouth. I sneakily took the poppers out of my handbag and had a hit then returned to my task. I wanted to blot out the shame and humiliation of being forced to suck a stranger's cock for money in a fucking toilet cubicle of all places? Fortunately the horny old bastard didn't take long and he halted his constant stream of demeaning comments to give out a long deep groan. My mouth filled his bitter, gooey seed and I jerked him off a little to finish the job. "Good fucking blow-job whore," he breathlessly managed to say. To which I replied, "Thank you Sir" I stood up, gave him a smile and left him to recover alone. As l left the bathroom I paused by the mirror and repaired my lipstick as best as I could. I couldn't believe the reflection staring back at me; my god what had I become? Mr Wilton was still sat in the same booth when I returned; he looked at his watch and said. "Not bad whore, fifteen minutes to earn your pimp forty quid." He allowed me to finish off my drink to remove the taste of the stranger's semen from my mouth before indicating that it was time for us to leave. On the journey home he seemed very happy and had his hand on my stocking clad thigh as much as he could in between changing gears, etc. "You see now Cindy you are starting to pay your way in life. That guy paid me forty quid for a fifteen minute fumble in your knickers and a blow-job. That has paid for our night out." "I am gonna give you one hell of a fucking when we get home bitch; I'm horny as fuck for your cunt tonight." He did too, from the moment we got back into his apartment he was on me, kissing me deep and removing my skirt and blouse. "Bedroom bitch, I've got a treat for you," he beamed as he guided me towards his room. It was only dimly lit in the room and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. "Now keep still princess while a prepare you for your treat." He was still standing behind me and was unable to see exactly what he was doing and I flinched a little as he placed what felt like a gag around my head. It was a thick leather strap with a big metal O-ring which he fitted into my mouth then fastened the buckle at the back. The cold steel was fixed behind my teeth forcing my mouth open into a perfectly round hole. I could only imagine what I must look like with my bright red lipstick covered lips stretched this way. Although I knew exactly what its purpose must be; his penis would fit perfectly though the ring and I would be unable to have any control over its penetration. I must have looked like a real-life blow-up sex- doll, ready for action? He slapped my ass fairly hard through my panties and ordered. "On the bed whore, I want you laying on your back." I minced over to the bed and assumed the position. Next he gripped my wrist and attached a padded handcuff to it. My arm was pulled up to the metal bed-stead, the other bracelet of the cuff passed through it and then clamped to my other wrist. He walked around the bed like a beast hovering over its prey then leaned over to tuck a couple of pillows behind my neck, raising my head up level. "There, there my pretty little fuck-toy, look your Master is considerate enough to make you comfortable." He grinned ironically as he kissed my forehead. I watched with growing unease as he slowly and methodically undressed. He was taking his time enjoying my fear as I prepared for the inevitable sexual assault. Then he straddled across my chest, squashing the big silicon tits with his thighs. "Just right for what I have in mind," he said levelling his already hugely erect manhood at the forced opening of my lips. With the weight of his body and the restraint of my arms above my head I was unable to resist his cock as it entered me at will. All I could do was try and trap it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth or he would surely choke me? He gave me some poppers and my resistance completely crumbled. My eyes bulged as I witnessed the shaft disappear through the stainless steel rim and into the warm wet cavern. "You've given your slutty little mouth to some punter you met in a bar for money you whore. Now I'm gonna reclaim what's mine with a good old- fashioned skull-fuck." I breathed deeply through my nostrils because he had literally sealed my mouth with his meat. It was difficult to resist the natural urge to panic and concentrate on breathing; it was the only way to avoid gagging. His big heavy balls were banging against my chin and tears were flowing down my face as I gagged and choked on him. "You look so sexy with your make-up running and fear in your eyes bitch" "Just how I like to see a nasty little slut after she?s been selling herself in toilets," he laughed. Just as I started to think that I would pass out he stopped and allowed me a minute to recover. I looked up at him my eyes betraying my gratitude; but my relief was, as usual, short-lived. "Oh don?t worry slut, I haven?t finished with you yet." He moved down my body and placed himself kneeling between my legs with his hands rubbing my panty-clad ?clitty? and ?pussy-lips?. With a hand on each ankle he hoisted my legs into the air and held them aloft with one hand. "You?re a fuck-toy now slut and fuck-toys don?t need panties." With that he gripped my knickers with his free hand and yanked them down my legs and off over my heels tossing them across the room. Pulling my legs apart he looked down at me and said, "I just love that little bit of sissy fluff above your clitty Cindy." "The sexy little triangle of girly muff just like a real bitch." As my head was still lifted up by the pillows he had placed behind my neck I was able to look down and see what he was describing. My smooth body only decorated with the shaped womanly thatch really did look feminine. In my dazed state I hadn?t realised that he was attaching leather straps to my ankles until he pulled them roughly upwards and attached them to the bedstead. I was left bent almost double with my legs open and all my ?bits? below exposed. "Oh my pretty little whore I am gonna fuck you senseless you bimbo fuck-dolly." "Do you want Master to lube your cunt sissy?" he asked sarcastically. I nodded my head frantically and tried to plead with my eyes for him to grant me this mercy. Which seemed to both amuse him and please him as he reached for the tube. Holding the lube about twenty-four inches above my open fuck-hole; he ceremonially poured the contents all over my clitty, pussy-lips and pussy. I could feel it running down me as he massaged into my stretching sphincter. Using two then three fingers he worked me until I was ready for his ?main event?. My hole had never felt so stretched and with another hit of poppers I knew that I was as ready as I would ever be for this rape! I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. "Open you eyes slut" he slapped my face. "I want you to watch my shaft fucking you bitch, I want you to see what a whore you are." I had no choice but to look down my body, my stocking clad legs above my shoulders and watch as his cock invaded my sissy vagina. It was almost surreal to see it going in and out of my body and I viewed it in an almost detached way. I had been fucked so many times by my abuser but I had never really seen the horrible action close-up and in glorious techno-colour before. Watching it like this was re-enforcing the feeling of beaten submission he had instilled in me. After so many times and his liberal use of lubricant it wasn?t too painful although it was quite uncomfortable and a little hard to get my breath bent double as I was! He had his hands gripping the exposed underside of my thighs to allow him to rhythmically thrust inside me. "Feel my cock all the way inside your cunt whore." "You belong to me bitch, your cunt is my fucking toy." I could tell he was nearing his moment now; his pounding had become faster and faster, ever more frantic. I was his now and he knew it; he could use me and fuck me however, wherever and whenever he wanted and I was powerless to resist. My whole body was being rocked up and down whilst he pumped away between my legs. Just as he was about to cum he whipped out his swollen man-meat and masturbated all over my face, chest, tummy and genitals. "Good whore." "Oh yea good whore." His softening penis was placed through the O-ring and I dutifully licked the tip clean. The straps were removed from my ankles and I straightened my body, grateful to relax my tummy muscles. "I think you?ve had enough for now Cindy," he said softly as he unfastened my wrists and removed the gag. As usual my Master was absolutely right; I was completely exhausted from my ordeal. And I couldn?t believe my luck when he rolled over and said, "I think it?s bedtime sweetheart, you?re fucked and you ain?t gonna be much use to me anymore tonight." "Get changed and fuck off. I?ll see you again in a couple of days." I didn?t need telling twice; as I left I heard him shout. "Don?t forget to watch your sissy-training movies tomorrow. You?re coming along nicely, Master is pleased with you." CHAPTER 4 The next two days were given to me to recover from my night out and following bondage session. I still had to put on my make-up, wear panties and comply with his nightly demands to watch the movie-links he emailed me. I would never know for sure if he was bothering to watch but I was far too intimidated to risk any tardiness in this duty. The films were the same sort of porn films and I had become conditioned to seeing sissies and t-girls being dressed up and serving cock in a variety of ways. I kept my body smooth every day now as he could summon me at any time. My life was not my own anymore I was spending more and more time being slowly turned into a fuck-toy for my ?Master?. On the third day I received the dreaded text message. HELLO CINDY, MY PLACE 7PM TONIGHT, USUAL DRILL, PUT ON THE MAKE-UP, WIG AND CLOTHES THAT WILL BE LEFT OUT. Well that was short and to the point; there was no need these days for long-winded instructions. I was his feminised, sissy, bimbo, fuck-toy now and I would be there on time like a good little sissy. I went down to his apartment at 7pm sharp and by 8pm I had completed my make-up, put on the long, straight black wig and was starting to dress. Matching black and purple bra, full bum panties and 6-strap suspender- belt. A purple satin long-sleeved blouse, black pencil skirt, seamed black stockings and five inch open toed platform heels. I knocked on is main room door and awaited his reply. "Enter sissy." On hearing this I entered the room gave him a deep curtsy and greeted him in the prescribed manner. "Good evening Sir, my name is sissy Cindy, how may I serve you?" "Come in sweetheart, fetch us both a drink and sit down; we have a lot to talk about and you will need to pay attention." I went into the kitchen and prepared two vodka and cokes with ice and sat down beside him on the sofa. "Ok Cindy I am gonna tell you how it is gonna be from now on girl. So far you have been most co-operative and I am very pleased with your progress." I sat there quietly not wanting to disturb him from his line of talk. Somehow I was still naively hoping that this could be the night when he told me that my debt was now cleared and was free? I was in for a terrible disappointment. "You now owe me ?3000 with rent, bills, food, clothes, make-up, etc. You belong to me now until you pay that debt off in full." I didn?t like where this was going; surely my efforts so far must count for something? That idea was soon dispelled from my mind as he continued. "Up until now you haven?t reduced your debt at all. But I am going to give you the chance to work off the money from now on Cindy." "You may have noticed me giving out those business cards in the club the other night? They were to potential customers." "I am gonna turn you out as a whore so you can earn your way and pay me back what you owe me." In my desperation I started to cry and beg. "No please Sir, please; there must be another way for me to re-pay you Sir." He just clicked his fingers and snapped. "Shut up and listen whore or I will re-acquaint your bottom with my nasty crop." "I have set up a website with some of your sexy photos, my contact number and a list of your services and rates." "You will be available for business whenever I get a call; do you understand bitch?" My hands were shaking and I replied in a faltering voice, "Yes Sir," but my mind was racing with fear! He went on to explain how it was all going to work. "The punters will contact me with their requirements, location and the time they want you. I will drive you to the location; it could be at their homes or at a hotel? I will collect the money, leave you there and return when their time is up." "Just like I did last time when you met my friend Mr Rodgers; are you keeping up with me so far whore?" To be honest his words were just hitting me in waves, each sentence beating me down further and further. I couldn?t believe what I was hearing; I had hit my lowest point yet in this horrible trap I had found myself in! "I expect that I will find enough work for you to keep you busy at least three or four ?dates? a week. But I will want you for my own pleasures at least once a week." "Of course as your pimp I will expect to get my pussy for free. A good whore should love her pimp as well as fear him?" "As for your customers fees? It all depends on how long they want you for and what they wanna get for their money." "Could be anything from a thirty minute blow-job up to a full evening? From a straight forward tranny girlfriend experience to an evening of more sadistic pleasures?" "I will have found out in advance, negotiated the appropriate fee and briefed you on your duties for the evening on the journey to the rendezvous." I was shaking my head numbly in disbelief; this cunning bastard had really got this all worked out; had this been his plan all along? If so then I had really made it easy for him by being such a coward. I should have fronted him up at the beginning and told him to fuck off. But it was all far too late now! "There will be no need for you to worry your pretty, little bimbo head about the money. I will take care of that, it will be divided equally." "Equally Sir?" my mind snapped back into life. "Surely it?s me doing all the work?" I instantly regretted it as he bitch-slapped me with the back of his hand across my big mouth. "Shut up cunt and listen. I have set all this up and I am being good enough to give you an opportunity to pay me back. So do not get fucking smart with me bitch!" "I get half as your ?agent? and I will deduct from your half any expenses, for travel, outfits, make-up, etc required for the appointment." "Any money that is left over will be deducted from the amount you owe me. And think yourself lucky that you?re getting this chance you ungrateful cunt." "If you work hard you will eventually pay me off; although I will decide when that time actually comes? It?s not looking like you are gonna get any other job or way of working this off, is it?" He was right as usual; he had me at the centre of his vicious web. He had photos of me to blackmail me plus he was a lot bigger and tougher than me. It was far too embarrassing to go to the police or appeal to my parents for help; I was truly trapped! "But Sir, what about Mr Rodgers and the man in the toilet?" I asked hopefully. "Surely that must be a start to paying of my debt?" "Not really," he countered. "Mr Rodgers is a friend of mine; he got you at a discount rate; of course the discount came out of your end. Look upon it as a sort of training exercise; part of the set-up costs." He smirked a self- satisfied look. "And the guy in the bar just paid for our night out. A chance to give out the business cards and show you off to potential punters. Again all part of the set-up costs." "Now just a word of warning sweetheart. These are paying customers and you will be professional at all times. You will address them politely and formally call them all Sir unless they say different?" "And you will deliver precisely what they have paid for, no more, no less. If I get any complaints from any of them saying they not pleased with you or if you weren?t enthusiastic enough, etc; you will be very sorry!" I already knew from experience that he could and most definitely would punish me very severely. There was nothing for it but to allow myself to become a transvestite whore to work off my debt. I tried to imagine just how much money I would be able to pay off? How much did a man pay a whore like me and how long would it take until I was free? But it was no use, he was going to whore me out and I would be completely ignorant of just how much I was making for him? "So my little whore, how do you like your new life? Show me how grateful you are to me for giving you this opportunity to have a useful job again," he sneered victoriously. "Say thank you Master for this opportunity of work you have given me." Reluctantly I complied. "Thank you Master for giving me this opportunity to work" He smiled, clicked his fingers and pointed at his erection tenting in his trousers. "Suck Daddy?s cock bitch, show me how much you love and need me princess." I leaned over and unfastened his pants his hard cock sprang from his boxers. And I immediately began my duties as Daddy?s good little sissy, bimbo, cock-sucking whore. I surrendered all my thoughts and feelings to obtaining one aim; the sexual pleasure of my Master! The videos I had watched and the way that he had talked to me and conditioned me made me think of nothing else except making this superior male penis ejaculate into my mouth. "Mmmm good little bitch; I think that you are now truly in your place," he moaned. He had turned me into the object of his own dark, perverted sexual desire yet somehow I was starting to accept my new role. "You need me now sissy, I feed you, clothe you, keep a roof over your head. You belong to me now sissy." "You fear me, respect me, need me and love me now Cindy. You are starting to learn pleasure from pleasing me." He continued his brain-washing mantra until he finally reached his climax. My mouth was suddenly filled and I nearly choked on the hot spurts of man-cream erupting from him. I looked up at my ?man? and showed him the thick wad of semen on my tongue. "Good little sissy, you may swallow Daddy?s cum" he said allowing me to clear my sore and abused mouth. Unbelievably after what only felt like a half an hour he was hard and horny again! It was my own fault really as I had been absentmindedly massaging his cock whilst resting my head on his shoulder. It was beginning to feel like the most natural thing in the world to touch a man?s penis when it was exposed to me. Without realising it I was submitting to his mind control and behaving just how he wanted me too. "Lay on the sofa and turn over girl, daddy want?s some sissy-pussy" I took a large hit of the poppers and placed myself tummy down on the sofa and awaited his attentions. "Put this under your belly." He passed me a large cushion. My skirt was pulled up to my waist and my panties were pulled to the side. He spat on my ass and then accompanied it with some lube. I took more poppers, let out a little moan and gyrated my bottom around his penetrating finger like a wanton slut. I was actually beginning to think and feel like a woman; my body was instinctively reacting to his touch. "Oh Master," I moaned. "Good girl Cindy," he whispered in my ear. "Open your legs for Daddy." His weight made the sofa dip as he lay on top of me and guided his cock towards my lubed and ready hole. I shuddered as he entered me and experienced a sensation of being fulfilled; almost pleasure but not quite, very strange? I could feel his full shaft inside me now pushing its way past my prostrate and into my tummy. I had taken his cock so many times now it was as if my hole had stretched to accommodate him like a ?vagina? should do. It wasn?t painful now, a little uncomfortable but not painful and his steady rhythm was gradually increasing. It was difficult to breath with him laying on top of my so I was panting breathlessly as he neared his climax. "Oh my god bitch you?re fucking loving it aren?t you?" "I?m gonna fill your pussy and womb right up with my seed like only Daddy can do." His banging reached a frenzy and I pushed up my ass to him and worked his member with my hips. "Ooooo, ARGHHHH," I gasped. His semen exploded into me as he pushed as far inside as he could. The stretching, stinging feeling of being seeded by Master provoked what felt like an orgasm in me. My muscles tensed, my body shook like a leaf and I felt a little damp patch of pre-cum in the front of my panties. As he withdrew he slapped my bottom through my panties, and then straightened them up to catch his cum which was beginning to leak from me. "You?re gonna be such a good little hard-working whore for your Pimp- Daddy aren?t you Cindy?" he said as he got up leaving me sprawled on the sofa. "Yes Daddy" I replied numbly and instinctively; he owned me now and I knew it! He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and three large pills in his hand. "I want you to keep fit and healthy for your new career Cindy and so each day you will come to see me and I will give you these to take." I hadn?t seen any pills that looked like this before so I asked politely, "What are they Sir?" "Oh they?re just some very strong vitamins to keep you bright eyed and bushy-tailed darling; don?t worry just trust me and take them." "You can go now. Come around tomorrow afternoon for some more" "Oh and by the way, don?t cut your hair anymore. Let?s see how long it can grow? Who knows, you may not need to wear wigs if it grows quick?" As I walked upstairs to my own apartment the realisation that I was in this far the long term slowly sank in. CHAPTER 5 It was a couple of days later when he actually wanted to see me again as Cindy although I had been round to his place in male-mode to collect and take my vitamins. He always insisted on watching me take the pills; because, he said he wanted to make sure I was looking after myself? I had also continued to only ever wear female underwear and each night spend time practising my make-up. My instructions were to watch the sissy-training movies for a couple of hours every evening and by now it was becoming almost a habit. His summoning text read, SHOWTIME HONEY, YOU?VE GOT A CUSTOMER THIS EVENING. COME DOWN NOW AND PUT ON THE OUTFIT LEFT OUT FOR YOU. MAKE SURE YOUR MAKE-UP IS PERFECT AND BE READY FOR WORK. I WILL TELL YOU THE DETAILS ON OUR WAY TO THE RENDEZVOUS. I took a quick shower and got downstairs to his flat as quick as I could; the front door was unlocked so I went straight to the changing room. After stripping down to the little lace panties I was wearing under my jeans I started work on my make-up. It took me over forty-five minutes to get my make-up right, spray some body spray and perfume and paint my nails with the bright red varnish he had left out. Then I started to dress, firstly putting on the red, thin, four-strap, modern looking suspender-belt. I slid the black seamed stockings up my legs and attached them to the little suspender-belt clips. Next I slipped on the little red panties and matching bra. Red heels, red short skirt, a tight black low cut top, shoulder length blond Wig and some cheap silver jewellery completed my ?look? for the evening. He was waiting in his coat with his car-keys in his hand and snapped impatiently. "Fucking hell whore, how long does it take to get your fucking ass ready?" "Let?s go or we will be late." A bright red handbag was passed to me as I slipped on a girls, short, blue denim jacket. I could feel by the weight of the bag that he had put some items inside for me. Probably condoms, lube, poppers and lipstick if I was going to be ?working? that night? I was certainly dressed for the part! I looked like a cheap $10 whore about to go and ply her trade, which I suppose you could say I was? My pimp was gonna take me around to visit a customer so that he could earn money out of my sexual exploitation. He took me by the arm and escorted me to the car, on the journey he briefed my on my assignment. "This guy has only paid for an hour bitch, with a half and half service. That means he want?s a blow-job and a fuck, you understand honey?" Of course I understood, all men like their cocks sucked and a fuck; so I replied, "Yes Sir I understand." He continued. "Here?s some advice for you whore." "He?s about sixty so if you get him to cum with your slutty mouth, he probably won?t get hard again within the hour to actually be able to fuck you." "It will make your job a little easier; as long as he blows his stack at some stage during the hour he will be satisfied. So it?s up to you?" I could certainly see his logic, if I was going to be a whore then I would need to learn all these little tricks to please a man without too much fuss! We drove out of the city to a motel complex by the side of the motorway. My client was obviously visiting, maybe on business and wanted a bit of fun whilst away from home. There were parking spaces directly by the motel rooms and we pulled up outside of number 45. "This is it sweetheart, number 45, you wait here I?ll be back in a couple of minutes." I was left alone in the car as he knocked on the door then entered the room. I took the chance to have a quick cigarette which I lit with some difficulty as my hands were shaking with nerves. I was just a whore now waiting to go and do some business; I could have cried but it would only have ruined my make-up! It wasn?t long before he returned and opened the passenger door. "Ok Cindy let?s go, I?ve got the money now it?s time to earn your keep slut." He patted my behind and pointed to the motel room. "I?ll be back in an hour for you. Don?t forget to be respectful, call him Sir, be sexy and slutty and remember that he is the paying customer and you are a whore!" As if I could forget? I took a last drag of the cigarette and flicked it away as I sauntered towards the door; swaying my hips from side to side like I had been trained to. The next hour passed quite quickly considering the situation and it didn?t turn out to be too bad really. The customer was, as I had been told in his early sixties, he was here for a sales course from work. As he was wearing a wedding band I guessed that he had a wife at home and was taking the chance to indulge his little fetish of playing with slutty, sexy t-girls? He was medium height, a little taller than me, a bit overweight and with thinning grey hair. He must have been working himself up for a couple of hours waiting for my arrival as the moment I closed the door he took off his gown to reveal his already erect six-inch slim cock. "Come on darling, I?ve only got an hour so lets get down to business" He said in a Midlands accent. I removed my coat and minced across the floor to where he was stood. "Hello Sir