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THE LANDLORD PART 5 CHAPTER 1 Over the next couple of months my landlord took more and more control over my life. He wanted me to be available and dressed as Cindy on a much more regular basis now. It had kind of grown by degrees and my life had changed completely. It was kind of like I was used to it and it was becoming normal. I felt like I was becoming more and more conditioned to my landlord's control! He wanted to know my whereabouts at all times and would often send me a threatening text if I was out anywhere for too long. Although there wasn't many places for me to go. I had no job, no money and no chance of finding a job as I was far too busy paying my debt to find the time for a real job! I had no friends or family in this city and no time or inclination to want to go and visit my home town. For a start what would I tell people I was doing for a living? A cock sucking sissy whore wasn't my career of choice. It had however become my full time occupation and when I wasn't meeting clients or serving my landlord I was still under orders to dress feminine around my flat. I still had to wear make-up daily as I never knew when he would text me to tell me he had a customer? It's strange how from watching the nightly sissy-training videos I had become ever more used to the idea of dressing girly and wanting cock. I had become immune to the once shocking images and took it more in my stride these days. My emotional conditioning and acceptance of my situation may also have been down to the daily dose of 'vitamins' that he made me take. At first I naively believed him and took them unquestionably; it was only after about six weeks that I began to suspect what they really were? The first sign was that I was unable to get an erection. I didn't really notice this too much to begin with as the only form of sexual activity I was engaged in wasn't anything that I would have considered erotic in my previous life! The second sign that something was changing was when my nipples started to grow and become very tender to the touch. Something that my landlord had obviously noted as he took such delight in playing with them. Soon after that I started to have some real weird emotional feelings; I felt that sometimes I just wanted to sob like a girl. I also felt the need for human warmth and company and during these moods I would cuddle up to Daddy after sex and feel that I needed him to protect me. It was only when my breasts actually started to grow and I realised that I wasn't needing to shave my face or use the exfoliating cream every week. That I confronted Mr Wilton about just what was going on? That's when he hit me with the latest bombshell! He explained that they were very strong and fast acting female hormones. But worse was to come. "They're very expensive but worth every penny sweetheart if you are gonna fulfil your full potential as a whore." I pleaded and I sobbed, I threw myself to my knees and begged him not to make me take them anymore. The last thing I wanted was to be even more feminine. Wasn't it bad enough that I had to dress like a girl without having to change my body in a more permanent way? At this stage I was still under the misguided assumption that one day this would be over and I could return to a normal life! "Oh no my pretty little princess, you will take these every single day until you have grown a nice pair of real titties." "And your body fat will redistribute until you have a fuller more rounded womanly bottom." I struggled to cope with this latest news and in my emotionally vulnerable state I went numb as he continued to explain the physical changes that would experience. "You will not need to use the cream on your body or shave as the female hormone will suppress your body hair. However as you may or may not have noticed the hair on your head will grow quicker?" I subconsciously ran my fingers through my hair. He had told me several months ago not to cut it and let it grow long but I hadn't until now realised that it had grown a lot quicker than normal. It was now down over my collar and growing slightly wavy. "Real hair is much better Cindy; there is no more need for wigs. Sex will be much more fun if I can pull your hair when I'm fucking you without it coming off in my hand" He laughed. "Your skin will become softer too and your voice will raise to a higher girly pitch. In fact the only negative side-effect is that you will be unable to get an erection and your little clitty and pussy-lips will shrink somewhat." "Not that it's a negative for a girl like you; you will not be needing those again only your mouth and cunt are of any use now!" There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask, the most important being; will this be permanent? But I was too horrified to even form the words to use! He had more to add though. "They are very expensive honey and it's not really my place to pay for them is it?" He looked at me with a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eye. "Oh don't worry girl, I'll pay for them but they will be added to your debt. They are as much a part of your working expenses as your make-up, outfits and pretty little panties." He had me just where he wanted me and he knew it; there was no option but to continue down the road that he had so carefully mapped out for me. I couldn't argue with him, I couldn't reason with him and I couldn't plead with him. I was fully under his control in every way; physically, emotionally, financially and sexually. "Talking of which; start getting ready; you have an appointment in three hours. You're gonna have to work extra hard now to pay me back my extra investment" With that he pointed towards the changing room and I dejectedly shuffled towards the door. The 'date' was pretty routine; in fact this whole way of live had become my routine now. I had dressed in a little black leather mini- skirt, red billowy satin blouse, red bra, panties and basic 4-strap suspender-belt, black seamed stockings and a pair of knee-high red leather boots with 6-inch heels. I was taken to an apartment in the city centre where my latest customer proceeded to virtually rape me for about an hour. There was no conversation, no connection of any kind just straight onto my knees, sucking his medium sized cock until he was ready to fuck me. At which point I was unceremoniously yanked up by my elbow, bent over the back of a chair and after a few seconds of him fumbling with the condom, he fucked me furiously until he shot his load. I tried to make some small talk whilst he pulled up his trousers but he wasn't interested. I was just a whore and I had fulfilled my purpose; I sent my 'pimp' a text to tell him I was ready and five minutes later he was knocking on the door. "Everything ok mate?" was all he said when he entered. He had no concern whatsoever for me only in so far as I had done my job and earned him his money. The client just grunted an affirmative followed by. "Yea not bad, I may use the cunt again next time I'm bored and horny?" "Well you've got the phone number mate," was my pimps reply. "Anytime, any place, anywhere with this whore," he laughed. The drive home was pretty uneventful; we travelled in silence, there really wasn't much to say. I knew better than to ask how much money the guy had paid for an hour of my time. I realised now that this wasn't my time anymore; I belonged to my Master; my time belonged to him! CHAPTER 2 Life went on and the weeks turned to months and my descent into humiliation, degradation and enforced feminine servitude continued. I was meeting on average about a half dozen clients a week, including several 'regulars' as well as sexually servicing my landlord/pimp at least once a week! I had endured hour after hour of unwanted sexual encounters, swallowed so much semen I was immune to the once unthinkable thought. I had been fucked so many times that I rarely felt any pain at all, only numbness when with my customers but with my landlord I was now experiencing a different feeling? Maybe it was the cold and detached way in which these men used me compared to the way my Master took his time with me? But I felt that sex was different with him; with him I could feel something like an orgasm from his penetration and I often leaked a little sissy-juice from my clitty! He would tell me that he was protecting me, that he was my only friend and that I should always be 'nice' for him. It was his way to continue brainwashing me until I must have developed what is known as the 'Stockholm Syndrome. I was beginning to identify with my abuser and to believe that I really needed him and that I would be safe if only I did what he told me to do? Plus he was the only real human contact I had, I had slowly detached from the real world and rarely left this building except to go out to 'work' or a night out in the gay area of our city? He was providing everything for me, my rent, my bills, my food costs; he gave me weed, alcohol and cigarettes. He kept me in clothes, albeit female clothing and accessories; though I rarely had the time these days to ever wear male clothing! Since my breasts were growing and my voice had altered I felt self conscious about going out anywhere except for the occasional walk for fresh air. For exercise I was allowed to use his cycling machine and told to do 50 sit-ups a day in a small room in his basement. He told me that I was to concentrate on keeping my tummy flat, my legs lean and my cute little tush pert. As much as I enjoyed the exercise and relief from the routine of my life he still managed to humiliate me. Whenever I trained I had to wear a tight pair of hot pink Lycra shorts and a sports bra. Which I needed to stop my swollen nipples from rubbing against my tiny crop top. Once my hair had grown to shoulder length I was instructed to go online and learn how to style it. For this he bought me some curlers, brushes, clips, etc. the wig was just a memory now. One day he sent me on an errand into the city centre to buy some costume jewellery and some more make-up. This was unusual for him as he had so far bought all my feminine things himself! Maybe it was a test? Maybe he wanted to publicly humiliate me by making me go into the shops to buy these things? I was given some money, which he 'thoughtfully' reminded me would be added to my debt and sent me on my way. As I was dressed in my male attire, jeans, trainers, baggy sweatshirt and jacket, incidentally the only male clothes I had left; there was no need to worry about people seeing me. Ok, so my hair was shoulder length and wavy but so what? A lot of guys have long hair. I had both my ears pierced which again aren't too unusual. I had the small beginnings of breasts, enlarged nipples and a navel piercing but no-one would see these under my baggy clothes. Only my bum was on display as the hormones had made it plumper and my old male jeans were stretched tight over it. I managed to convince the shop-girls that I was buying these things for my girlfriend by awkwardly holding up the list I had been given and saying 'she' had sent me out as 'she' was ill! So if the aim of his errand had been to humiliate me it had failed. It was only when I returned home that I found out the real reason for his errand. I knocked on his flat door, he opened it but didn't invite me in; all he said was as he took the stuff from me. "Good girl, see you soon." He smirked and blew me a kiss. Strange, I thought to myself, he looked very smug for some reason? On attempting to unlock my flat I door I realised why; the key just wouldn't fit! I tried all my keys growing more and more desperate; the bastard must have changed the locks! I ran downstairs and banged loudly on his door more confused than angry, just what the fuck was going on now? He opened the door with a grin. "Hello again sweetheart I've been expecting you, come in we need to talk." "Why have you changed the locks Sir?" I jabbered as I followed him into the living-room. "I've done everything you've asked of me, please Mr Wilton you can't throw me out on the street now" He took my arm and sat me down. "Oh yes you've been the perfect girl for me; that's why I have come up with a new arrangement" "You are proving to be very popular with the customers. Although we are not reaching your full potential as there's a lot of guys out there that can't accommodate or get hotels. Married guys, etc!" "If we had somewhere for you to work out of then you would be able to service more clients a week and try and pay some of this debt back. Because so far with all your expenses you're not making much of a dent in it." This news was depressing; I really had no idea how much money he was making out of my ass? I had no idea how much he charged, how much he deducted and how much was actually paying my debt? "You can't afford the rent and bills on your own place anymore; you're costing me too much. Come with me" He took me downstairs into the basement, there was one door to the left which was the small room where I did my exercise and there was another door to the right. It had always been locked whenever I had been down here before only this time it was open. He ushered me into the room, turned up the light dimmer switch and said with a beaming smile. "Your new home Cindy, take a look around, it's a self contained flat more suitable for your work." It was a larger area than I had imagined although these old Victorian detached house were quite large and this area was most of the ground space in size. There were several rooms, a small compacted yet fully contained kitchen. A good sized bathroom with a bath, a separate shower unit, a bidet and a sink. There was a large mirror on the full side of one wall and another on the ceiling over the bath. The toilet was in a separate smaller room with a hand basin and a mirror. "This is your living-room, somewhere to watch the television, listen to music and relax when you're not required for work." It wasn't a very big room but it looked comfortable, a sofa, wall-hung flat screen television connected to a computer. There was a little table and some other modest furnishings including a couple of items from my flat which made it look more homely. "I've let you have your old lamp and computer and the stand. You can also keep the male clothes that you are wearing just in case you ever have to appear as your old self again sometime?" "Everything else you had is gone, from now on you will only wear female clothes, be fully made-up and you will start your new life as a full- time sissy." This was it, he had me even more under control now, at least before I had some semblance of independence. My old flat was my last vestige of maleness, now I was to spend even more time in panties and heels. "And here is your work room and bedroom my little whore. You can see it's the biggest room down here and fully equipped for any occasion a working bitch may find herself with" I looked around the big bedroom; there was a large four-poster bed, two walls full of fitted wardrobes with full length mirrors on them all. The ceiling was also fully mirrored so that every bit of floor space could be viewed in reflection. There were two large chests of drawers which he opened to reveal all of the lingerie and stockings that had been accumulated over the last nine or ten months. He opened the wardrobes to reveal all my dresses, skirts, tops, blouses, and heels. There was a large dressing table with a make-up mirror and spotlights as well as drawers for all my various pieces of make-up. Hanging from a wall directly in front of the bed was a huge flat screen television. "That's not for watching TV in bed you lazy whore, it's for putting porn on if any of your customers request it or need a little encouragement" There was a cabinet containing restraints, gags, paddles, etc, all the BDSM devices he could find, also a selection of dildos and vibrators. There was nothing I could say from now on I had to accept that I was going to be living in what looked like a miniature, one-whore brothel. And needless to say all these extra expenses to re-furbish these rooms would, no doubt fall on my debt! "I'll leave you alone for a while now Cindy and you can make yourself pretty. You're going to be able to work nearly every day now." "But please Sir" I implored. "How will I ever get out of this debt?" He just laughed and replied coldly, "Oh you'll get plenty of customers now whore, there's even a separate entrance for this flat so that the men can discreetly park in the rear and visit you without being seen from the street" "You see darling, I have it all figured out. Men can visit you during their lunch hour or on the way home from work and pop in for a quick blow-job or fuck" "If you're clever and good at your job you will be able to get most of these guys off with your slutty little mouth. All you have to do is get them off, get them out, brush your teeth and fix your make-up and you're ready for the next cock. You'll pay 'the money off in no time." Once established in my new flat my customer load doubled then trebled. I was servicing between twelve and twenty clients a week. I was only given one day off to relax, I used this time to go for walks, get some fresh air and generally try to forget my predicament. I wore the couple of remaining male items of clothing I had, tied my hair back and obviously didn't wear make-up for these walks; I was too ashamed to appear out in daylight as a girl yet. Of course my Master was never far away; I had to ask permission to go out and had to constantly phone him to keep him informed of my whereabouts. The rest of the week was spent inside at 'home' either meeting men, tidying up or preparing to meet men. Sometimes there would be four or five a day where I just about had time to shower, freshen up and re- apply my make-up before the next one would be arriving. Fortunately most of these clients didn't require me to be wearing anything specific; lingerie, heels and stockings would usually suffice. So I spent the bulk of my time wearing little else except for a dressing gown over my lingerie in between visitors. The short breaks where I could watch the television and do my nails. Occasionally I customer would request an particular outfit. Some liked the schoolgirl look which I catered for with my little red/black tartan pleated mini, white blouse, old school-tie and whatever the client wanted me to wear underneath. From black stockings, panties suspender- belt to white cotton panties and little white ankle socks for the more perverted of them that liked age-play games! The maids dress was quite popular as was a short white nurse's outfit that Master had given me. Some guys wanted a little role-play type scenario and some wanted a more BDSM experience but mostly it was just straight forward oral and sex for the hour. As my Master had predicted a lot of the men just wanted a blow-job and to shoot the wad down my throat or over my face. Probable something they couldn't get from their wives or girlfriends? They liked to slap my face with their erect penis's, force it into my mouth and basically treat me with no respect at all. It seemed to me that for most married guys when they received oral from the partners it was a different experience than with a whore. In a relationship the woman controls things, it's a kinda gift from her; whereas most guys seem influenced by porn movies and want to just treat a woman mean and nasty! It was a lonely life, I was relying more and more on my Master for any sort of human connection. He was the only man that appeared to care, the only man that I could cuddle up to at night and feel safe. I realised even then that I was completely dependent on him for EVERYTHING! I was looking even more feminine then ever once the hormones really kicked in. I had to admit that when I looked at my reflection in the mirror I did not see the male me anymore. I looked like a girl and I felt like a girl; in fact I was finding myself thinking of myself as a woman now! I wasn't sure that it was only the hormones that made me feel this way? Who knows what else I could be taking in my daily intake of the pills he provided? It wasn't like I had any choice; he was always there when I took them to make sure that I had! I felt that I was changing mentally as well as physically, my past live seemed ever more distant and remote. It was almost as if then was just a dream and now was reality. My dependency on my Master for all my needs had robbed me of my free will. I had always been slim but now my bum had filled out and my breasts were large enough to always require a bra. My hair had grown quite long and with my smooth body and complexion if was only when viewed from the front naked that it could be seen that I really wasn't a real girl. I had got to the stage where I looked a bit silly going out for errands and walks wearing my old male clothes. My hair was too long, my new body shape was showing and my voice sounded far too feminine to pass as a man! One day the last of my few remaining male clothes were removed and destroyed. I had crossed the line completely now and started to realise that I had no choice but to submit to the inevitable. I was a full time sissy she-male and from now on I would dress en-femme even when going out in daylight. At first I was self-conscious of people looking at me I was convinced that they knew what I was and were staring at me. But after a while I realised that men were looking at me because that's what men do; they stare a pretty girls! One of the steps to making me feel more confident and comfortable in my female role was when I was first taken to a hair salon for my first proper styling now my hair was long enough. The women in the salon didn't even seem to notice my difference; they just treated me like another female customer. I could see through the mirror my Master sat there watching with a wry smile. The hair salon, the nail boutique, the tanning salon and regular shopping trips became a way of life and a welcome break from selling my body. I was escorted there and back and sometimes taken for lunch afterwards. All the time I knew that this was all going on my debt but by now I just couldn't think of any other way of life. It was as if I was changing mentally and forgetting my past normal hetero male life. Sometimes when we were out together I fantasised that I really was this mans girlfriend. He made me feel so safe and secure and I couldn't imagine how I would survive on my own. He was always polite and respectful to me in public which contrasted so much with the way he often treated me in private. He even allowed me to call him by his first name; no-one seeing us would think that he was my pimp and I was his whore! CHAPTER 3 After about a year as my Master's property, his personal sex-toy and his money earning whore he came up with a new idea for me to make him even more cash. One night after he had cum deep inside my almost grateful sissy-pussy he said to me as I lay with my head on his hairy chest. "Cindy sweetheart I have been thinking, you're earning me good money but there is a quicker way to earn more by hitting a larger market, so to speak." Oh dear, I thought to myself, where was this going? "I have been chatting to some contacts I have and you can earn far more money by doing porn as well as whoring your ass" "How do you mean Master?" I replied uneasily. "I have a friend that has a film studio he uses to make porn movies with real women, she-males, men, straight, gay, in fact he's up for making anything that sells either online or on DVD." "I have shown him some photos of you and he agrees that you'll make a great porn-movie actress, you'll be quite the little starlet" He laughed. "We are going to meet him in two days." With that the conversation was finished; I knew better than to argue. Two days later he came to my boudoir at about lunchtime, he told me to. "Go pack a bag bitch, take your make up it's gonna need touching up from time to time." He proceeded to look through my lingerie drawers and I caught him out of the corner of my eye picking out some things and putting them into a bag along with some stockings and heels. I continued to pack my make-up bag, brush my hair and prepare for the days experience. I was wearing a little tight white t-shirt, blue denim mini-skirt, tan hold up stockings with white four-inch heels. Underneath I just wore plain white bra and panties, I figured that if I was gonna be in a porno it would be up to the men to choose what I'd actually be wearing for it. On the ninety minute drive to the studio it was explained to me that. "This will just be an audition princess, there will only be myself, my friend that owns the studio and the male talent." "My friend will do all the filming and directing and you will obey him instantly; this will be a professional session and you will behave like a professional." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND SLUT?" "Yes Master, I understand, I will be a good slut and will try to make you proud of me" My god, had I really said that? And in such a girly simpering voice; these hormones really were effecting me in more than just a physical way! "We will be making a twenty to thirty minute film but it will take us all afternoon. The better you co-operate the quicker it will be. You want to make a good impression as there could be a lot of work from this?" We arrived at the studio; it was down a back alley in one of the sleazier parts of the city. There were a lot of adult bookstores, dodgy looking bars, adult cinemas and what looked to be a couple of jaded old whores on the corner. We buzzed the intercom and waited to be let in. Once through the front door there was a small vestibule and a staircase directly opposite the front door, at the top of the stairs stood a dark haired, Mediterranean looking guy. He looked about forty; his slightly receding hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. With the black sweat- pants and black vest top he looked every inch the sleazy porn merchant that he was. "Hello Andy," he said to my landlord in an accented voice. "And you must be Cindy?" he directed at me. "Yes Sir" I replied in my most feminine demur voice, which made him laugh and say. "You seem to have the little bitch well trained my friend, she is very polite; I hope she will behave herself and deliver the goods?" "Oh she fucking will Angelo, you have my personal guarantee; doesn't he bitch?" He directed the last part at me. "Yes Master I will do as I am told." What else could I say? We went upstairs into what looked like quite a professional set up, there was a well equipped studio with several sets for different films. There were huge spotlights and mirrors everywhere with cameras on tripods and a sound boom. On the far wall were small dressing rooms and a bathroom but right in the middle of the floor was a large bed. "Right" said Angelo. "Let's see what you've brought to wear girl" I was handed the bag that my landlord had carried in and told to empty out the contents. There were several sets of matching bras, panties, suspender-belts, heels and stockings plus a black basque and a little red nighty. "Oh I think the basque for you, don't you agree Andy?" he said with a leer. Wilton just laughed along and said, "Your choice mate, the bitch is yours for the day." I was given the basque, a pair of black stockings and heels and a little black G-string. Angelo checked my make-up and decided it was passable for today. He informed me that usually there was a make-up artist here along with a three man film crew. But this was just a screen test; the film would be uploaded onto his website and if there was interest from his customers there would be more work to follow. I was just about to go to the changing room to put on my selected outfit when the intercom buzzed. "That will be your co-star Cindy, hold on a minute you can meet him before you change." Up the stairs came a much younger man probably a similar age to me? He was well muscled and had a short crew cut, quite good looking in a masculine way. He introduced himself in an Eastern European accent as Mikel from Poland. I kinda smiled and said, "Hello Mikel, I am Cindy" and pecked both his cheeks in greeting. He smiled and seemed quite genuine and friendly, like a nice guy and I must admit after some of the older men I was used to, I found him quite sexually attractive. Again it must have been my conditioning, training and hormones that had made me start to think that MEN could be sexually attractive? When I came out of the dressing room wearing my outfit the men turned to look at me admiringly. "Oh yea she will fucking do; this bitch is hot" boomed Angelo. "Let's get to work" Mikel was lay on the bed, already undressed, leaning up against the headrest and rubbing his cock through his boxer shorts. "Look" He said pointing at his tenting pants, "She's got me hard already" Angelo picked up a camera and Wilton sat down in the corner out of shot watching and judging my performance; it would be a very sore bottom later if I failed to impress? "Just follow my directions sweetie, remember to look at the camera and look like you're enjoying yourself" Angelo instructed me as the camera rolled. I had long ago learned how to behave like a good girl should, how to moan and groan, flatter the man, talk dirty if required and generally urge a man on to orgasm. It was all part of the repertoire of the whore, the sissy, the dumb bimbo, cock loving slut I had become. I followed my directions, pouted and posed, jiggled my ass and my new hormone enriched titties at Mikel as he continued to rub himself and leer. It all became a bit of a blur from there as I fell completely into my conditioned sissy role on the sight of his huge erect member and performed like a bitch on heat for the cameraman. He had me on my knees chocking on his cock, the glare from the lights illuminating my actions and blinding me a little. Mikel was grunting and groaning and I could hear Angelo telling me to look at the camera, take him deeper, calling me a good girl and shouting over to my Master that I really was a good bitch. I was bent over the bed and Mikel pulled down my panties and licked my sissy-vagina like a lover would do. There was a pause in the filming as Angelo unceremoniously slapped some lube on my exposed hole and Mikel slipped a condom on. I was fucked for over an hour in different positions, on my knees, on my back, astride him cowgirl and reverse, he had me all over the bed. There were a couple of breaks when we were given water and I was allowed to freshen my make-up but they were short and it was all work. Mikel ejaculated twice during the session, once over my face and mouth and once over my bare bottom. The camera came in close to get the money shots and I was recorded for posterity and for public display in my deeply submissive, sissy-like cum-covered state. The whole filming must have taken about three hours and when we were finished Mikel kissed my cheek and told me that it had been a pleasure. He got up and headed towards the shower; I noticed Angelo give him a wad of banknotes, a pleasure and a profit for him! I was directed to another shower and left Wilton and Angelo discussing how well the day had gone. When I came out showered and wearing my skirt and top, Mikel had left. My Master, owner, pimp and now talent agent was ready to leave. "Let's go slut." Angelo winked and said, "Bye bye slut I will be seeing you again I'm sure" On the way home Wilton was in good spirits and gave me another good, hard seeing to on arrival. His mood was even better two days later when he came down to my flat. "Good news Cindy, Angelo has been on the phone to tell me that your debut movie has gone down a storm on the internet. We are going to have to make lots more films and lot's more money. Soon we will have enough for the next stages of my plan" "A star is born" He grinned although I was more than a little concerned by his last sentence; 'next stages of his plan', what could he mean? I would find out but in the meantime as promised there were a lot more movies to be made. I was still selling my body to the steady stream of customers in between films although I had noticed that they seemed better heeled and of a better class than before. My pimp explained. "There's a lot of interest in you from your videos baby; guys will pay more to fuck a porn star. We can be a bit more selective now and get a higher price for your ass." We were making movies every other week, sometimes in the studio, sometimes on location. Usually hotels, offices for secretary style films and in the summer we filmed out in the countryside, a garden and even down a back alleyway. And quite often with hot looking guys getting naked and fucking me. From the second film shoot onwards there was always a film crew of two camera-men, a guy to record the sound and a young she-male called Mandy employed to do my make-up for me. It wasn't that I couldn't do it well myself as by now I'd had lots of practice but she was very proficient at it and I needed it done professionally to stand up to the rigours of filming. Sucking cock plays havoc with a girl's lipstick and she had to re-apply it regularly throughout the sessions. It struck me that all the men in this business seemed to very well hung and permanently erect; probably a constant use of Viagra. What I didn't really understand was, why would normal sized men wanna see a film of such big dicks fucking my mouth and sissy-cunt? I would have thought that it would make them feel inadequate although maybe they just masturbated and fantasised that they had cocks that big CHAPTER 4 Of course no matter how many movies I made and no matter how many clients I serviced in my basement bordello or on visits to their homes and hotel rooms. I never knew just how mush money I was earning for my pimp. All he told me was that my living and working expenses swallowed most of the cash and very little seemed to come off my original debt. To be honest I didn't even know how much I owed him now; my way of life and mindset had had altered beyond all recognition. I was even starting to dream about cock when I was asleep; I had become completely sissified. I began to suspect that there where some kind of mind control drugs given me with the hormones and with the amount of dope I was smoking and my total disconnection from the real world, I was beginning to feel that there was no other life for me from now on? The movie business seemed to be going well and I had noticed that my Master seemed very happy with all the money he was making off my ass. He treated me so well on our private dates that in a strange way I actually looked forward to them. It just felt so different to be with a man that held me in his arms while he fucked me and let me feel that he did care, if only a little? This didn't stop him whoring me out and the after about a dozen movies I was told. "You're a natural porn star baby in fact Angelo wants to do some more extreme shoots with you" "Next time we are gonna try you with a couple of guys, make a horny film of you getting spit-roasted" There was no point in protesting, if my Master decided something then it was gonna happen no matter what I said or thought! I was certainly apprehensive about the thought of being used by two men at the same time. I was no stranger to having a mans cock thrust down my throat or into my sissy-pussy but I had never imagined it happening simultaneously. We arrived at Angelo's studio mid-afternoon; the crew were already there and Mandy greeted me with a kiss before taking me to the make-up area to prepare me for my days work. When she was finished I dressed in a little outfit that my Master handed me. Black and pink bra and panties, black hold-ups and heels and a little black dress that zipped all the way up the front. Mandy wished me good luck and I went out into the studio where the cameras and lighting was already rigged up to go. At the other side of the studio my Master and Angelo were talking to two men. They looked to be in their late thirties, both tall and well built, one white guy with a thick black moustache and a mixed race guy with a shaven head. "Here she is," said Angelo nodding to the guys and pointing at me. "It's her first time with two cocks so take it easy at first until she's warmed up," he laughed. The two guys smiled as they walked over and introduced themselves as Alex and Dan. I tried to remain upbeat and positive as I responded with a girly peck on their cheeks. This was goning to happen so I may as well just make the best of it. Angelo gave us a little pep-talk and general direction for how he wanted the shoot to go. The two guys were to be sat on the bed and the sofa next to the bed in jeans and tops and I was to enter the scene like I was entering a hotel room. I was then just to follow direction and play to the cameras like a good slut. It wasn't long before their hands were all over me and my dress was unzipped and removed. I was pushed to my knees and alternated between their cocks with my mouth as they stood either side of me. All the time I could hear Angelo's voice. "That's it sweetheart, suck that big cock all the way, choke on it, now the other one, good little slut." Giving me encouragement and direction as the camera-man zoomed in on my face. "Now both of them bitch, take them both in your mouth, let them stretch it," then said to the camera-man. "Get in there Dave, the viewers wanna see that slutty mouth stretched by two big dicks" It was an uncomfortable and humiliating experience; in spite of the fact that I had sucked many cocks before; to be so used and violated by two men while several more men stood around watching and filming was worse. More than once I chocked and gagged as they fought to ram their member's even further in. being with two men was more than twice as demanding as being with one as they both seemed to egg each other on and their natural male competitive edge came out! It was almost a relief when I heard Angelo say, "Time to move on boys" I was pulled to me feet, my relief was short-lived however as my panties were quickly slipped down my legs and a finger was inserted inside my sissy-cunt. I was forced to bend over and suck one guy while the other stood out of shot and put a condom on. The camera focused on my mouth around one of my co-stars cocks; as someone, probably Angelo moved in behind me and lubed my cunt. Then with just a spit and a casual slap across my bottom the other man entered me. It was the surprise and the thrust more than anything that pushed me forward and forced the other mans member further down my throat. I was now impaled on the two hard meat-bayonets and was rocked back and forth in rhythm between them. I collapsed to my knees as they withdrew and traded places. This time I was on all fours and could taste the rubber on the man that had earlier fucked me now that he had removed the condom and was using my mouth. The other man took his turn banging me hard from behind while Angelo continued to urge and direct. At one stage they had me bent over the bed and the took it in turns to fuck me from behind, first one would enter me and hammer me mercilessly for a minute or so then the other would do likewise. With my head buried in the bed I didn't know at anytime which of them was actually inside me? The scene finished in the porn classic way; my bra had been removed and I was naked apart from my hold-ups and heels, kneeling on the floor. The two men were stood over me masturbating furiously over my face. Angelo instructed me. "Open your eyes and mouth and look up at the men submissively and demurely princess; here comes the money shot." On cue both men ejaculated in turn; thick wads of semen landed on my face and breasts. The cock was then pushed into my mouth to be cleaned before the next man did the same. The camera zoomed in on my messed up face, hair and chest as the men stepped back to let the final shot be completed. The one of me used, abused, humiliated and covered in a thick coating of man-cream like a dirty little whore. I really felt like I had crossed a line now, to know that these films would be out on the internet and DVD made everything seem so hopeless. It was bad enough meeting clients and performing as a prostitute for them in private but to be so publicly used like a piece of fuck-meat meant my life had changed forever. One day my landlord presented me with a copy of a photo-magazine called 'FILTHY TRANNY SLUTS'. My picture was on the front page and there was a huge profile section on me inside. There were some photos or stills from my films and I little about me, saying I worked as an aspiring 'porn-actress' and as an escort in between. My pimp was using the feature as an advert the sly bastard! After that afternoons work there seemed to be more and more sessions requiring me to perform for two men. There was obviously a good market for three-sum type scenarios and I became used to the idea of being the meat in a tranny sandwich. As I became more experienced and comfortable behind the camera my Master and Angelo devised more complex roles for me to perform. Some were like the little role-plays I had done with my clients. In one I dressed like a schoolgirl in my tartan mini-skirt, white blouse, black stockings, heels, etc. part of the studio was made up to look like a classroom and two guys pretending to be School-Masters took it in turns to cane my bottom and fuck me over the desk. In another one was I was dressed up like a French-maid, in black satin dress, white petticoat, black and white lingerie, seamed stockings and ridiculously high heels. I had to talk with a girly mock French accent for two men dressed in tuxedos. My main memory of that event was being bent over a table with my frilly panties round my knees and fucked for an eternity. This was filmed in the oak-panelled drawing room of one of my Masters Acquaintances houses. It was a big spread outside the city and we had been allowed to use the room as it was appropriate for a maid scenario at a small fee to the owner. If I thought that things couldn't get any more depraved I was wrong; these bastards were forever thinking up new ideas. We went on location one time to what looked like a disused industrial unit on an estate. As it was evening there was no-one about except for the film-crew and Angelo when we arrived. I should have suspected that something was amiss as Angelo seemed a little sheepish and avoided making eye-contact. He just said to my landlord. "Ok, all is ready, are you sure that she is up to it?" "Oh yea" was the reply, "She is up for anything I tell her, isn't that true bitch?" I just meekly nodded, it was strange that even though there was a film crew present Mandy wasn't there! We went inside, it was a big open space with concrete floor, metal beams and girders and a bits of old machinery, etc littered about. There was what looked it had been an office on one wall, I was handed a bag and told to use that room to get ready. The outfit was quite simple, a little white cotton jersey dress that wasn't long enough to reach my stocking-tops. Simple plain white bra, panties and tan hold-ups with white, very high heeled platform shoes like a pole-dancers. When I was ready my Master came into the room with a knowing smirk. "Ok bitch, you're in for a bit of an ordeal this evening, if you're a good girl you will be rewarded but if you fail me in anyway I will punish you so severely you will not sit down for a month; do you understand?" "Of c-c-course Master," I stammered, I tried to continue by asking what he meant but he cut me short. "Never mind that now slut, you'll find out soon enough." With that he took me by my shoulders and span me around so that he could slip a pair of leather restraints onto my wrists and secure my hands behind my back. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes and a strange type of gag into my mouth. It was like a metal O-ring that secured my mouth open so I realised instantly that there were gonna be cocks pushing through it during the filming. A collar and lead were attached and I was lead out into the warehouse, the clicking of my heels echoing eerily as I walked across the concrete floor. I felt the end of my lead being lifted and attached to something, probably a beam? Then I heard my Master say, "Stand still and wait girl, the party is gonna start real soon." I heard his footsteps as he walked away; I was aware that there was the camera crew present and I could hear them moving around as they filmed me. I shivered partly due to the cool air but also with nervous anticipation and fear, what was happening? I was soon to find out, I heard voices and footsteps approaching. I tried to count the voices; there must have been four or five and judging from their accents and street-slang they sounded like youngish black men. Angelo's voice boomed out. "Hey guys, welcome to the party, one piece of pretty white fuckmeat for your entertainment. She's just gagging for some long, thick, black cock, use her however you want boys?" There were several loud laughs followed by comments like "Whoa, look at that little white sissy-bitch, I'm gonna split that cunt apart, ha-ha." "What a nasty, dirty white sissy-faggot; I bet she just loves it up her ass?" "I'm gonna fucking choke the cunt with my big black dick." More laughs. I squirmed and twisted about, hopping from foot to foot in fear; unable to see or move my hands to cover myself and constrained by the lead from moving away from the ever closer voices. It was worse not being able to see, I could only imagine the sight I presented to them; a vulnerable victim for a gang-rape while Angelo's men caught it all on camera. I felt their hands all over me, could smell their bodies and the breath as they ripped off my dress and invaded my panties. I think that I must have just turned off at this point as the rest of the night became a blur? Cock after cock was thrust through the O-ring, I lost count and was unable to distinguish between them all. The lead was detached, the gag removed and I was manhandled across the floor and thrown onto what felt and smelt like an old mattress. My panties were ripped from my body along with the bra and I felt like I was being raped continuously for god knows how long? At some stage my blindfold worked itself loose and I was able to see my five abusers queuing up between my legs as I lay on my back with two guys holding my ankles apart. I had by now become emotionally detached and comfortably numb! Eventually as the camera zoomed in the men all ejaculated onto me. Some onto my face, some into my mouth, more over my hair and still more over my breasts, thighs and belly. My stockings were ripped, my mascara running from my tears and these bastards just laughed and shot their loads over me. I had never felt so used and humiliated even in all my recent experience, I just looked like a dirty, slutty cum-dump, a fuck-toy for all REAL MEN! I couldn't look at my Master as he helped me to my feet and offered me some tissues; I was too ashamed! But he smiled at me and said, "Good girl, you really are a good girl, here clean yourself up; Daddy is gonna take you home." I was sore for several days after that experience and found my main work as a whore a bit more painful than usual. Although my pimp didn't seem to mind, well he wouldn't would he, it wasn't his ass getting fucked! There were several more films involving more than two men over the next couple of months. And as before as I became accustomed to it, it became more and more natural. I could relax a little before the camera, deliver some lines and become involved with the minor plot lines of these films. Nothing too complex, in one film that was done in an out of hour's bar- room. I dressed as a bar-maid in a white satin blouse, short black mini-skirt, white lingerie and black heels and stockings. The script involved four guys coming in for a drink and getting some extra service. I had to play a role in these films; the first gang-bang I had been tied and blindfolded as my Master and Angelo didn't know how I would take it? They wanted me secure so that there was no way I could panic and ruin the film by putting up a struggle. In my later films they knew that I would do as I was told and could even appear willing! In the bar-room video I was stripped and bent over the pool-table to be fucked by all the men. They had me over the bar, over a bar-chair, over a booth-table and on the floor before the inevitable multiple climaxes left me soaked in male seed. My pimp/agent must have really been coining in the money that he earned from my body as one day he said to me, "Cindy you've been so good that I feel I should get you some kind of reward." There was a time when I would have though that an adequate reward would have been the annulling of my debt. However that time was now long passed; where could I go now even if he did set me free? I had disappeared from the real world and down the rabbit-hole like some kind of Alice In wonderland. My reality was this, I needed my Master, I feared my Master, I respected my Master, I loved my Master. The next week I was told to pack a few things, I was going to find out just what my 'reward' would be? CHAPTER 5 It was a three hour drive to our destination and when we turned off the main road and into the driveway I could make out a sign. SALEBROOKE HALL PRIVATE CLINIC A the end of the driveway was a large old mansion house obviously now functioning as a clinic of some sort but I still wasn't sure why we were here? I was taken straight into an office where a middle-aged man in a Doctor's coat shook my landlord's hand. They chatted like they were old friends and I was left out of their small talk to gaze out of the window absent-mindedly like some dumb, bimbo, bint!. When they were finished the Doctor turned to me and said, "So this is the lucky young lady then Andy; you've done well there mate she's a looker for sure." "Oh she sure is," replied my Master with a wink "And she's all yours now" So this was it I thought, I've been driven up here for some old buddy of my landlord to fuck? My suspicions seemed to be confirmed when the Doctor showed my landlord out of the room and turned to me. "Ok young lady, strip off down to your knickers and lay on the bed for me." I started to remove my clothes, I felt no shame in stripping before a man now; it was quite natural. Although I was a bit taken aback with his casually professional manner; most guys wanted a bit more fore-play than this? Was he just gonna climb on the bed and fuck me naked? It wasn't my place as a sissy, bimbo, fuckdolly to worry about how a man wanted to take me so I lay on my back and looked up at him awaiting his move. I was expecting to feel his hands on my breasts; but not in the cold calculating way that he handled them. I closed my eyes and moaned as I wanted to appear turned on to arouse him but he just laughed and said, "Close your eyes Missy and lay back." The sharp pin-prick in my arm made me sit up with a start and I just saw his smiling face before I fell slowly, slipping backwards onto the bed and into unconsciousness. It was the last thing that I remembered before I entered the drug-induced dream-world that seemed to last forever. The sun was shinning brightly when I awoke, I was in a bed in some kind of private hospital bedroom. My mind struggled to make sense of where I was when I was hit by a dull throbbing pain from my chest. My arms were weak but I managed to pull down the bed-sheet to see my chest wrapped in bandages. "Ah, you're awake." It was my Master's voice seeping into my drug- addled brain. "Bet you can guess what your Daddy has bought for you princess? It's your reward for being a good girl." As I looked at the large bulges stretching the bandage and felt the pain as I tried to move I slowly realised what had happened. "You're gonna be a lot more popular with the customers now sweetheart; men like big tits on a bimbo." The only consolation from this latest development was that for the next few weeks I didn't have to work while I healed up. Even my Master used me sparingly and was gentle when he did so. Taking care not to bang, bump, touch or move my new breasts too much. I suppose I should have been angry but what good would it have done? In a strange way I liked my new D-cup tits, I felt so feminine these days that it felt natural that I should have them. I almost felt grateful to my Master for getting them for me! I was losing my mind, it was as if the whole experience, lasting well over a year now had traumatised me so much that I felt love for that Bastard. That although fully responsible for my predicament, he was the only person that was really there for me now! I needed him more than ever to survive, how else could I make a living looking and feeling like this? It was around this time that my Master made a confession. "Cindy you may have wondered why you are feeling so girly, submissive and receptive to my suggestions and commands?" He went on to explain that along with my hormones I had been taking other drugs for the last year or more. They were some kind of experimental mind-control drug, probably developed by some countries secret service in the 60s or 70s along with LSD and other such drugs? They had been researched with a view to using them in interrogations or for trying to turn an agent, etc. they were designed to subtly neutralise certain parts of the brain, mental resistance, etc and to emphasise other parts. Such as the part that makes a person susceptible to the power of suggestion. So that the person becomes more pliable, less able to think for themselves or as rational and intelligent as before. To become more receptive to any person seeking to manipulate and dominate them. I was told that there wouldn't be any need to take these drugs for much longer because with the residual affect of them combined with the hormones, my training and conditioning. Plus my experiences and physical transformation; I would no longer think of myself as ever having been a MALE! I would reach a mental plateaux where I would always think of myself as a submissive female reliant on my Master. And have little memory of ever being anything but a dumb, little, bimbo Barbie-doll. I would fully accept my role as a woman and would embrace it completely. "I did it for you sweetheart, it was for the best, I wanted to help you along." "You should be grateful to Daddy for making your transition easy, darling." I just looked at him blankly and heard myself reply dutifully. "I am grateful Daddy, I am just your dumb, little sissy, bimbo, slut. I belong to you Master." He patted my head and kissed me goodnight. After my recuperation and my Master and the doctor were happy that everything had healed I was quickly put back to work. My Master was the first man to fondle my new large, swaying breasts as he fucked me. He commented on how nice they bounced up and down when I'm riding his cock. They did indeed prove very popular with my clients and I am sure that my pimp was charging even more for me now to recover his expense? And Angelo positively gushed all over me when he first saw them. I had removed my top in his office at my Master's direction and I thought that Angelo was gonna pop his cork right there? "Oh Madonna," he murmured. "We just gotta get these puppies out on film." "What a fucking rack on the bitch!" True to his word he kept me very busy over the next few months. I lost count of the number of dicks that I sucked; I just thought of how happy I was making my Master and this made me happy too. I had almost forgot about the debt or how I had ever got into this crazy situation. I just knew I was happiest in my girly clothes, pleasing my customers, pleasing my co-stars and most of all pleasing my Master. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to put on my prettiest panties, stockings, heels and a dress. Even more natural to think and behave like a woman sexually. Sucking a man's cock until he ejaculated into my mouth; or being mounted and seeded by my Master was my world! It was always the happiest day of my week when I would either go up to my Master's flat or he would visit me for our private time. We would dine, drink champagne and fuck all night, with him it was far more intense than the casual sex I had for money. For my Master I would cum a little dribble of sissy-juice in my panties when he fucked me! I would moan out that I loved him and needed him as he ploughed me remorselessly. I would beg for his precious seed in my mouth or in my pussy like my life depended on it; sincerely and from the heart. Of course I had little or no free will of my own left at all by this stage. My mind was a fuzzy blank and I really had become mentally slower, like a bimbo! The drugs must be working and I was grateful to him but I couldn't remember why? On one of these evenings I was told to wear something 'classy' and come down to his flat at 7pm. He had a surprise for me and wanted an evening of hot sex first. I had started the evening wearing a beautiful purple and black evening dress for my weekly 'date' with my Master. Although after we had consumed a bottle of champagne he had removed it. I dutifully took my place between his legs and freed his cock from his boxer shorts. My big tits were straining against the thin, sheer material of my black with purple satin bra. My black stockings where stretched over my creamy white thighs and I noticed that the deep-waist six-strap suspender fitted snuggly over my hips. My body had certainly changed over the last year or so and so had my mind. I enjoyed my time serving my Master and I had accepted my role as whore and porn-star to earn him money to help pay for all my things as well as for his profit. In fact I was so feminine looking he had taken to fucking me naked from time to time. It was as if I no longer needed the 'disguise' of the feminine clothing to make me look like a woman now? My big D-cup titties and smooth round ass were more than enough. And after I had sucked him until he could stand it no more he withdrew from my mouth and said, "Enough whore, I'm gonna shoot my load if you carry on." "And I wanna save it for your cunt." "Stand up and put on a little show for me honey; first slowly strip naked for me then finish with you kneeling on all fours on the footstool with your head up presenting your mouth and your ass up presenting your pussy." I was brainwashed and reprogrammed to display instant obedience to my Master so I stood up and gently swayed my ass to the low background music. I unfastened my bra and slowly unveiled my tits to my man. The big fleshy mounds boosted by my implants hung heavy; I always needed a bra now. I unclipped one stocking and putting my foot up on the footstool slipped it down my long, smooth leg. Slipping off the heel to allow me to remove the stocking before replacing the heel on my bare foot. I repeated the action on my other leg then slowly removed the now redundant suspender-belt. His hand reached out to squeeze my thigh before pushing it so I turned around with my back to him. "Panties off bitch, it's pussy time for Daddy," he leered. My fingertips slipped into the waistband and I sexily slid the panties over my buttocks and down my legs. I had to bend down to get the panties off over my heels and I knew he was looking straight up at my vulnerable, exposed pussy. He casually slapped my pert, smooth, bare bottom and instructed me to. "Get up on the footstool slut, it's a perfect little fuck-perch to use a bitch on. Head and ass up for penetration sweetheart." I climbed into position, he stood up and walked around me stopping with his cock level with my face. "You see whore I can choose which of your fuck-holes I'm gonna use and change over easily. Either your mouth-cunt or your ass-cunt." He slapped his cock on my cheek as if to emphasise the point. "Open wide whore" He ordered as he placed his cock in my mouth an upon my tongue. He proceeded to face-fuck me, holding my head and pulling me onto him. I was choking and my tears made my mascara run. Just when I thought he was going to cum he withdrew from me leaving me gasping for breath and walked around to position himself behind me. I flinched as he pulled my legs apart and poured some cold lube-jelly over my open hole. He massaged some inside me before spitting on my cunt and forcing himself into my sissy-vagina. I let out a little moan and whimper as I knew that if showed him it was hurting yet I was enjoying it he would be happy with me. In my new state of mind his approval was everything to me. As he fucked me from behind I could feel my tits hanging down and swaying heavily. I was kneeling on the footstool with my hands flat on the edge and my arms straight. My back was arched and I could feel his hard shaft rubbing against my prostrate. This time I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as my Master, my owner, my man, my lover pounded in and out of me, pushing his throbbing cock deeper and deeper. I was lost in love, in lust, my emotions out of control as I felt the first eruption inside my body. He withdrew a few inches so that he was only just inside my swollen hole and continued to orgasm. I could feel it stretching my tunnel, mildly stinging like a REAL MANS seed should do, showing its strength and power. As he withdrew from me he slapped my ass and said, "Stay right there bitch I have an idea. Keep your cunt muscles clenched and hold in my cum" He returned with a small shot glass which he held under my clitty, which hung limply between my open legs. "Come on sweetheart, show Daddy a little cream-pie baby." I relaxed my muscles and felt the warm gooey mess ooze out of my gaping fuck-hole. It flowed down over my pussy-lips and clitty and I could hear it drip into the glass below. He assisted me in my discharge by slapping my bum to make me flinch and squeeze out even more lube and semen. "Now my sweet little sissy slut; show your Master how much you love him and how desperate are to please him by drinking this' He held the glass to my lips. "Tell me what a sissy-slut you are and how much you love your Master." I repeated back to him as I had been trained to do, in my girly voice, "I am a good little sissy-slut Master. And I love you with all my heart and sole. I need you Master." He gently stoked my hair and my cheek and said softly almost lovingly. "Drink it down for me darling and tell me that you love me and want to belong to me forever" I drank down the slimy solution licking my lips and looking up at him with slutty wanton eyes. And at that moment I felt that I really did love my Master and wanted his approval and affection more than anything else in the world! "I love you Master," I whispered in all sincerity, I was his now. I knelt up and felt the weight of my D-cup, full and heavy breasts hanging naked and exposed to my Master. He looked me up and down and said in a gentle voice. "Just look at you now Cindy my little princess. Lovely long, wavy, girly hair" "Smooth round buttocks, trim little tummy, rounded womanly hips and your fantastic big titties." "You really are a girl now, only that tiny, useless sissy-clitty and those shrivelled up empty sissy-pussy-lips to remind you that you ever were a man." "Although you never were a REAL MAN or you would never have allowed this to happen to you." "You're just a sissy now, a bitch for f