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SISSY
by Sissy
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(part 6)
I did not stay at the farm very long. In fact it was only one night.
That night I was stripped and hosed down. After I was collared, I was
then caged for the night. The next morning I was auctioned off again. It
went almost 100% like the last time. Just my chain sisters were
different. When the bidding had finished, I was led from the auction
block and taken to the shipping room, where I was readied for shipment.
My ride to my new home was a large shipping crate in which I was
enclosed. I had no idea where I was until I was released from the crate
several days later. It was then I saw my new Mistress and new home for
the first time. My new Mistress was like my previous Mistresses and yet
very different. Mistress Sonja was 5 feet 8 inches tall with blonde hair
over Her shoulders. Full figured with a 37" hips, 22 inch waist and 38C
chest, She weighed in at 125 pounds. With Her long legs, She was a
fashion model, a very famous and highly paid model. She was 23 years old
so She was much younger than my previous Mistresses. Also while She was
also rich, She was the only one who worked for Her money. And She worked
hard.
My new home was in New York City when my Mistress worked as a model. The
house was a midtown Manhattan townhouse. It was a three story house with
the first floor was strictly for public entertainment and business.
Mistress had her office there and entertained business associates and
guests in the living room. The second floor was set for everyday living.
A den at the front, a kitchen in the rear and a dining room off the
kitchen. Upstairs on the third floor were Mistress Sonja's bedroom, a
guest bedroom, two bathrooms and dressing rooms and off Mistress's
bedroom my little bedroom. My room was not more than a small closet and
contained my small, hard bed and built-in drawers. And not much more.
The house was situated on a side street so it was much quieter that one
imagines New York to be.
The duties were as before with Mistress Beverly. Except I was almost
never used sexually. Mistress Sonja had several lovers so She only used
me when She was frustrated or to reward me (almost never). When Mistress
was out of town for the weekend or on assignment, She loaned me to her
lovers. These men took delight in their use of me. Both domestic and
sexual.
For almost a year i served Mistress Sonja when my life was changed
again. I was cleaning Mistress's bathroom when i heard glass breaking
downstairs. When i investigated i saw three people in jeans and leather
jackets going through Mistress's desk. As i turned to call the police, i
was caught by another biker. She was the largest woman i ever saw. At
6'4", she weighted every bit of 200 pounds and all of it muscle. She was
also the dirtiest, smelliest, cruelest and meanest woman i ever met.
"What have we here? Our host has a maid/slave. This is the most valuable
thing here."
With that i was hogtied and blindfolded. Something, i think it was a
blanket, was thrown over me and i was carried out of the house. Placing
me in what i believe was a van with what little they took from Mistress,
they closed the doors with a bang and the vehicle started to move.
Sometime later it slowed down and then stopped. The doors were opened
and i was removed from the van and the blanket was removed. My blindfold
was removed and my mouth was gagged with a couple pairs of Mistress's
finest panties jammed into my mouth. I was surprised to see my captures
were a women's motorcycle gang, a lesbian biker gang. They all were
dressed in jeans and leather, greasy, dirty and smelly. My legs were cut
free and my outer clothes were ripped from my body. I was then thrown
over a nearby bike and my legs were spread and tied. While i watched,
they put on latex panties that had built-in dildos, both in and outer.
My panties were ripped off and they expressed surprise at my additional
equipment. It did little to slow them down and soon they were taking
turns raping my ass with their hard rubber dicks. I would lose
consciousness and they would use a bucket of water on me and they would
continue. It continued until i could see the morning sunlight on the
floor. Later i was released and locked in a metal cabinet. For the next
several days, when i wasn't being used by the bikers i was locked in the
cabinet. I was never allowed to clean up or be alone. The use included
not only sex but beatings, humiliation, service, etc. Early one night,
the leader pulled me into her lap and fondling my tits told me what they
were going to do to me.
"cunt, the papers said the robbers had inside help from the maid, you.
So you are now a wanted criminal. You have a choice, you can leave, but
in your present state you will be picked up very shortly or you can stay
with us. If you stay you will work. Your ass will be on the street
working. We will protect, feed, clothe and shelter you. You will have
value. Make your choice. NOW"
What could I do? I stayed.
That night i was dressed in a tight sheath dress in red and heels and
was out working the lower Manhattan street. I was required to earn a
minimum amount of money. It was different every night. More on weekends
and convention nights. I also had a minimum number of clients. Every
evening I was dropped off on a street corner by one of the bikers and
every morning I was picked up by one. Before I could go to bed in my
cabinet, I had to turn over all my money to the leader. I had to account
for all my clients, how much they paid, my much in tips and how much i
stole. If i was short of the minimums or lied (they had me watched) i
was punished. It varied. for a minor offense i was pissed on. For more
serious offenses, i was not allowed to eat all day. That was hurt me
more than anything else because of my small waist and no body fat. For
the most serious offenses, i was whipped with care taken not to damage
me.
Every night was much the same. All my clients were men. Since i made it
clear i was only into blowjobs, i was not found out. It also gave me a
very active cliental as most men were looking for blowjobs. Most of
them were lower and middle class white but there were some rich men and
blacks. I did my job in by the hour rooms, in cars, alleys and once at
the curb. The other girls on the street dressed alike. Most of them did
not do blowjobs, so there was little competition as a matter of fact
they refereed men to me. There were black ones, whites, oriental, small,
big, fat, blonde, red head, etc. In short a cross section of womanhood.
You ask what about the cops? They were there. They did not bother us
much as long as we didn't roll our clients or did anything in public.
But there was a payback. The cops would pick up a hooker or two and take
them to a cop party where the hooker were the party favors. The vice
cops were different. At the parties they would use us like any other
cop, but on the street that didn't cut any ice. One night a dude in a
caddy convertible stops at my corner and negotiates an agreement for
services. At the motel room, I was arrested for prostitution and take
downtown for booking.
I was one of several girls taken in this sting. New York's mayor was one
a law and order kick. It was an election year and the liberals were
crying for law and order. At the station, I was id'ed as the maid wanted
in Mistress Sonja's robbery and I was booked for the robbery as well as
prostitution. After the booking, I was turned over to the jail matrons
and taken to a back room. There I was strip searched and my body cavity
was searched. The matrons were not too surprised at my sexual
orientation. The matrons were no beauty queens by a long shot. They both
were in their thirties and at least 50 pounds overweight. Their uniforms
were sloppy and did not fit well, they did not give the image of
dominance. When one of the matron went to get me a uniform, the other
one pushed me to my knees and pulled my head between her legs. I had
been there enough to know what she wanted from me. The lack of panties
on her part only confirmed it. Her crotch smelled and was very hairy.
The other matron returned before I was finished and the two switched
places. When finished, I was allowed to dress. The uniform was nothing
more than a medium length sleeveless shift, made of cotton and washed
out blue in color. They allowed me no undergarments and no shoes. I was
then taken to a cell. Instead of putting me with the other hookers, I
was put in a large cell with several other women who I was told were
there for violent crimes, murder, assault, robbery, etc. The matron
escorted me to my bunk. As soon as the cell door closed several women
surrounded my bunk and held me down. As I tried to cal out another woman
sat on my mouth. My dress was pulled up. Until Breakfast time, several
hours later, I was used by everyone in the cell, until they were
satisfied.
After we were fed, we were taken to a shower room and allowed to clean
up. More liberties were taken with me by both the prisoners and the
matrons. Mid morning, I was given underwear and shoes and taken to the
courthouse. I was questioned by the police and the DA where I told my
story. After several questions from the police, the robbery detail left
and Mistress Sonja entered. As the door closed behind the DA, She
slapped me several times, yelled at me and called me a ungrateful little
whore. I wrapped myself around her legs crying and begging Her
forgiveness. Soon She settled down and started comforting me.
"I heard your whole story and I understand you didn't have a lot of
choice. The police have found the bikers and enough of my property to
arrest them. They'll be in jail for awhile."
The DA reentered with a matron and I was taken to the court room.
Standing before the judge I wasn't afraid as the DA read the charges.
All was right in my world because Mistress Sonja had forgiven me. The
trial was very short. The DA dropped the robbery charges and allowed
that the prostitution charges were my first offense and I was forced to
do it. The judge was an older gentleman. He had me taken to his chambers
to question me himself. There he sat down in his office chair and had me
kneel before him.
"You know what to do girl. Do a good job and you'll get a light
sentence. A bad job and you'll spend a year in the cell you spent last
night in. I want to show you pity, but you must give me a reason to."
What else could I do? Thirty minutes later, we left the judge's chambers
and he pronounced my sentence. Time served and one year probation. Taken
back to jail, my uniform was taken from me and I dressed in the clothing
I was arrested in. But not before these two matrons played with me for
awhile. Mistress Sonja was waiting for me at the front door and She took
me home. That night I spent the night in Her bed serving Her and tell
Mistress all that happened. Soon all was back to normal, although
Mistress seemed to treat me a little more coldly. Or so I thought.
One evening a large white man who was well dressed came to the door.
Mistress Sonja greeted him and took him into Her office and closed the
door. I didn't get to concerned and thought he was a client of Mistress.
Sometime later when they left the office I was called to them. As I
knelt before them my heart almost stopped when Mistress Sonja coldly
told the man,
"Take her the slut's all yours."
He dragged me kicking and crying to his limo. When we arrived at his
home, I was taken upstairs and placed in a sparsely furnished bedroom
and locked in. Later that evening, my new owner, Master James, entered
the room. I was pulled over His knee and spanked for embarrassing him
outside Mistress Sonja's. While still over His knee I was informed about
my new position.
"Slut, I now own you. I run a high class string of girl. Yes I'm a pimp.
But I only run very high class call girls. And I do mean high class
exclusive and very expensive. While most of my girls are employees, a
few are like you, slaves. While I do not pay them, I feed, cloth, and
shelter them. When they are not humping, they work here, doing jobs like
cleaning, phones, office work, etc. You are not allowed to contact
Mistress Sonja. She has leased you to me for a long term. She was very
upset with you."
For the next month, I worked in the house. Mostly cleaning and cooking,
but I also worked in the office and answered the phones. Answering the
phones, got me into trouble. One slow night, I called Mistress Sonja and
talked with Her for several minutes begging Her to take me back and
promising to be very good, etc. Within the hour, Master James pulls me
from the office and downstairs into the cellar. For the next two days I
was whipped with rubber whips, starved and otherwise punished. Mistress
Sonja had called Master James and informed Him of my disobedience. Soon
I was working at my new profession as a high class call girl. I was kept
at the house until a client called and then I was taken to the caller by
chauffeur driven limo. I was always well dressed. Always expensive,
classy, conservative and very tight. My fee was $1000 a pop, all night
was more. I was expected to be very good, in more ways than one.
The chauffeur was a tall, well built and very dark black man. His
muscles were there for a purpose, to protect Master James's investment.
The limo was a long white caddy with very dark windows. He always waited
for me and treated me, in public, with the respect one would expect.
Privately not so nice.
My clients were the rich and famous, both domestic and international.
After all this is New York City. They were both men and women. Their
only similarity was that they were all very kinky. They were into she-
males, bondage, discipline, water sports and other fun things. My
services were sold to some very surprising people. Like the television
preacher who is into have a tv maid clean his room and then raping her.
Or the television heart throb who took me on a date to a very nice
Italian restaurant and had me give him a blowjob under the table. My
hours were 24 hours a day seven days a week. Late morning to early
afternoon were the quietest. More so during the weekdays.
Master James's house was a detached house in upper Manhattan. The
neighborhood was very exclusive. Read very expensive. Upstairs, the
bedrooms were broken into many small rooms. There was only two small
beds and two chest of drawers in each room. Two girls were assigned to
each room. No sexual interaction was allowed. For two reasons. One we
were almost always too tired. Master James doesn't make money if we
aren't on our backs. Second, the punishment was not pleasant. A steel
chastity belt was locked on for a week the first time. Even when
working. So one didn't get too many thumbs ups.
When we aren't on our backs, we do other duties. Cleaning, mending and
cooking. We clean everything. Laundry, dishes, dusting, bathrooms,
bedrooms and even do windows. Every night Master James selects a girl to
serve Him for the night. From experience, I can tell you she gets a very
through workout. She works harder in His bed than all night with the
clients. Master James will use any hole big enough to fit, even ears and
nose if they were big enough.
One night Master James got a call from a new client for several girls to
entertain at a company party. Only the best would do, price was no
object. When we got there, several well dressed men were present. They
started dancing with us then took us one by one into a smaller off room.
When each of us got into the room, we then found out we were arrested
for prostitution. They had several video cameras in each room so they
had us dead to rights. Each of us were cuffed, frisked (by male officers
who got off on it), marandized and taken down stairs.
At the front door, our coach, a paddy wagon, awaited us. On the way to
the downtown jail, several police officers, both male and female, had
their way with us. Two officers had me service their night sticks at
both ends. God they were big. At a stop light they rotated guards. Two
K-9 officers used my mouth to suck off their dogs. Downtown, we were
booked and allowed our one telephone call. We would spend the night in
jail, because we were not able to get into night court. The jail was one
of the oldest public buildings still in use. The older architecture was
cold and forbidding, like it was foretelling its use. I was thrown into
a large dark cell that was full of prisoners. Before they left, the two
guards raped me, using me for their lust and entertainment. When they
were gone, the dykes took over so I spent the remainder of the night
satisfying their lusts. After a sleepless night, I was taken with the
rest of the girls to the showers. While we washed up for court, the male
guards got their jollies watching us. Plus copping free feels. Following
that we dressed and prepared for court. We were lined up and marched
into a large police van. We were not fed breakfast. And off we went to
court.
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