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Chapter 9 Chrissie gets her fix I woke up drenched with sweat as a rush of hormones heated my body to what felt like a boiling point. The sun was up and I could sense it was relatively early. I checked my phone for the time and saw it was 7:00 am. I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking of the events that happened yesterday: my first day as a t-girl prostitute at Derek's brothel in Mayfair and the package of my new maid's outfits that I picked up from John Lewis and the new rules that had been laid down by my new owner, Helen. Just a few days ago I had just been a cuckolded husband, albeit a sissy that was undergoing oestrogen treatment, ultimately betrayed by my wife, Heidi, who left me for the father of her child. It was a little over a week since I had the breast implant operation and I still wasn't used to the feeling of touching my chest and feeling my perfect 34B tits with their enlarged nipples that poked out just like any other woman. Just three years ago I could still get hard, although I only had a cock that stretched out to maybe five inches and wasn't particularly thick. Now it was shrunken by the weekly high doses of hormones that Helen shot in my ass. It was only about an inch long and two tiny testicles hung tightly below it. I was ashamed of it whenever I saw it in the mirror. I was ordered to go to my tiny room by Helen last night while she and mommy were talking and drinking wine in the living room and had taken twice my daily dose of hormone pills in the hope that my day at the brothel would be full of hot rushes. The hot flashes which ran through my body like lightning helped to make me almost crave the cocks that entered my ass and brought me intense pleasure which manifested itself in writhing moans which seemed to drive the men who used my body for their pleasure to more intense states of frenzy. I felt used up as each man ultimately pulled out of me and left me like a limp doll on the mattress, their cum oozing from me. I knew I was fully booked up again today and would be working without a break from 10:30 am to 6:00 pm. Then I would have to come straight home, put on my maid's uniform and spend the evening serving Helen, under orders not to speak unless spoken to and to keep my gaze lowered in her presence on threat of punishment. My freedom was restricted throughout the week. I was only allowed to travel between the brothel and Heidi's Notting Hill apartment except to buy groceries and wine for her dinner. I had Saturday off but only could leave after I had served her coffee in bed and had to be home by 9:00 pm. The morning email with the images of all the girls that would be working at the brothel would go out at 9:00 am to all the men in London rich enough to pay ?500 for anonymous pleasure with the woman of their choice. It was flattering that I was considered beautiful enough to be the only t-girl deemed to be worthy of wearing Derek's initials. The tattoo adorned every woman's ass at the house, now including mommy who worked as a receptionist there. Her life had certainly changed in the past week after she had come up from Sydney to help me recover from the operation. A beautiful woman of 55, she and I looked more like sisters because of her youthful appearance and perfect body. We were both petite, 5'5" in our stocking feet with perfectly shaped legs and matching hair styles, although mine was blonder in colour. We could share the same wardrobe and even exchange shoes, since our feet were both UK size 6. Mommy had first feminised me in my teen years and we had what many would consider a shocking relationship after I caught her cuckolding my father with my uncle. In order to silence me she had taken me to bed after he left with the intention of making love to me but I even shocked myself by insisting on going down on her and licking up the seed her lover had left in her pussy and then licking her clit until she had a violent orgasm. That first act set the stage for the relationship we had for 12 years thereafter. It was a relationship where I showed my devotion to her by begging her to allow me to drink her morning pee, to lick her in her most private spot after she had relieved herself and to punish me with the riding crop I bought for her. She eventually learned to enjoy her power over me. She loved to watch me drink her golden nectar, squirmed with delight when I licked her ass clean and her breasts actually flushed with desire when she whipped my ass with the crop and made red welts come up that made it almost impossible for me to sit down for hours. Now my ass is Helen's money maker. What's left of the ?500 the clients pay the house to violate me after my pimp, Derek, takes his cut and I pay the overhead to the brothel, goes right into her bank account. My contract with Derek is a lifetime arrangement. He will decide when I am to be farmed out to pasture and, according to Kate, the matron of the house, with my looks I can look forward to at least 20 years in the business. I wonder how long mommy, who just started as a receptionist for the brothel, will stay on the job. She left her young and rich husband in Australia to come up to take care of me and I'm not sure how long she intends to stay. I got up out of bed, hopped into the bathroom which adjoined my quarters and took a shower in the tiny stall, washing my hair and paying particular attention to my ass that had been oozing out cum and lube all evening. When I came out of my bathroom I was surprised to see my nude mother rummaging through my clothes and lingerie. I was tempted to ask her what she was doing but remembered the rules that had been laid for me: I was not to speak to Helen or her guests unless spoken to and, since mommy had obviously spent the night with Helen, then she was technically her guest. I did notice a glass half full of her pee on my bedside table which I drank quickly before it cooled off. I like my mommy's pee warm. "I didn't expect to spend the night with Helen when I came here yesterday and I don't have anything clean to wear," she said to me. "I am just going to grab a bra and knickers and I think I will borrow that pink dress of yours. You can wear the same black dress you wore yesterday. You barely had it on so I am sure it is clean." "That's fine," I replied, although I was desperate to ask her what happened last night. I would have to wait for her to volunteer that information or to ask her when we are outside and the rules of the house don't apply. When mommy went into my bathroom I dried my hair and put on the granny panties and plain bra and pulled the 60 denier black opaque tights up my leg and slipped on the cheap black maid's frock with my name embroidered on it in white thread. I was slipping on the two inch heels I was required to wear when mommy came out of the bathroom to the sound of the flushing toilet. "I didn't waste any of the toilet rolls because I know you are far more meticulous with your tongue," mommy said with a giggle as she bent over. I fell on my knees and performed the one act that made me feel more close to her than anything. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and swirled my tongue around her hole, licking her clean. Mommy moaned with pleasure as I rimmed her. I indicated that I was finished by kissing her rosebud and futilely trying to put my tongue inside her. The taste of her would be something that would stay with me until I had to get ready for work and would brush my teeth. "The maid outfit actually suits you," said mommy, looking me up and down after I had finished my favourite duty and stood in front of her. "Don't forget to put your hair in a ponytail before you go out. Helen isn't awake yet and I am going to sneak back into bed with her so that means coffee for two at 8:00 am. Then I have to hurry off to work." Mommy left the room and I straightened up and went into the kitchen and prepared the tray for Helen's coffee. At exactly 8:00 am I knocked quietly on her bedroom door and put the tray with a pot of coffee, milk, sugar and two cups and saucers on her bedside table. Then I went to her linen closet and pulled a clean towel out for her shower. I kept my gaze low as I went around the room and retrieved the clothes that were scattered about and put them in the hamper and opened the curtains which let the sun stream into the room. I had barely left the bedroom when a hot rush swept through my body. The explosive flashes I experienced sometimes lasted minutes and sometimes just seconds, but each one was an unexpected pleasure. Occasionally they were so intense that I would get dizzy, forget what I was doing and literally black out, although I remained conscious. To those who didn't know what I was experiencing I just appeared like a flustered and dazed woman. The most intense of them left me with little recollection of the experience, blacking out my short term memory and leaving me drenched in perspiration. The one that was sweeping through my body now made my entire body heat up like a furnace and made the room do a brief spin. I steadied myself by putting my hand on the wall and gave myself over to the rush of hormones that engulfed me. It took me minutes to recover and left me spent but desiring even more. Helen had cultivated this addiction in me over the last three years. She held the ultimate power over me. Three or four days after my weekly shot I went into withdrawal, craving the rushes that the girl juice brought. I felt flat on the fifth day after my treatment and longed for the Friday morning shot she would give me at the clinic. The vindictive nurse, whose name I couldn't recollect, gave me a shot that tested my limits whilst Helen was on holiday last Friday. She did it out of spite. Perhaps she envies Helen and was trying to hurt the creature that she had created. Her motives meant nothing to me although her vitriolic scorn brought shame to me. I am sure that Helen is deeply resented at the clinic where she works. She is a beautiful woman, tall and statuesque, but has little regard for those she doesn't consider her equal. She speaks of her co-workers with contempt and I am sure the imperious manner she has rubs against their own self-regard. When I recovered from the hot flash I did something I will probably regret in the not too distant future. Mommy and Helen were having coffee in the bedroom and I had a few minutes before I was summoned to do my next chore. I hurried to the kitchen where there was a staff list for the clinic posted on the wall and conveniently there were pictures of the doctors and nurses and their emergency contact numbers listed. I studied the list and saw the picture of the nurse who had belittled me last Friday. Her name was Tracie and I jotted down her mobile number and went back to my little room and used my mobile phone to call her. The number rang three times before she picked up. "Who is this?" Tracie asked with an irritation barely concealed in her voice. "This better be important. I am going to be late for work." "This is Chrissie, Helen's patient," I replied meekly, keeping my voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry to bother you." "What do you want with me?" she asked, with contempt. "Did I give you too much sissy juice last Friday or did your tiny dick finally fall off?" "No," I replied. "I want another shot like you gave me the other day. I am coming down from it and tomorrow morning I'll be a wreck and I need it for what I am doing now. I'll pay you for it but it has to be secret. If Helen knew I was talking to you she would kill me." "You want me to pump some more girl juice into you and you don't want that bitch to know about it?" Tracie asked with a voice laced with scorn. "If you tell me why you need it so badly, I might consider it." "I can't tell you now," I replied in a low voice, increasingly worried that Helen might need me for something and become suspicious about why I was alone in my room. "I'll tell you when I see you, but I can't come to the clinic. I'll pay you a ?100 if you come over to where I am staying and meet me this evening." "I'll come over for ?200 but I want to know exactly why you need another shot and what that bitch is doing to you," Tracie replied with a venomous voice. "I'll shoot enough in your sissy ass to put you in a girly spin but I'll only do it if this is a regular thing. I could use the extra money. The clinic doesn't pay me the same sort of money that they do to that bitch that has you wrapped around her finger." Tracie and I quickly concluded our business and I gave her the address of Helen's apartment block and told her to meet me behind the building at 6:45 pm. Then I put my phone away and hurried out of my room just in time to hear Helen ring the small brass bell that she used to summon me. I went into her bedroom and saw mommy quickly getting dressed for work in my lingerie and pink dress that she had borrowed from me. I kept my head lowered and stood at the foot of the bed waiting to be addressed. It wasn't until mommy was fully dressed and had kissed Helen on the lips before departing that I was spoken to. "Derek called me this morning," Helen said, referring to the villainous pimp that she had consigned me to. "He wants you to do escort work as well as work in the clinic. That means that you will see some exclusive clients in the evening. They will pay you in cash and I expect to see that money on top of my dresser in the morning. Regretfully, this also means that you won't be here to see to my needs, which is what you were meant to do. I was reluctant at first but there is money involved and he finally convinced me that it is the right thing, but there will be consequences. I'm sorry but I will have to cancel your day off. If you are out in the evenings having fun with the twisted types that are attracted to you then I don't think you deserve to have any time off. Your mother is fully behind my decision, so don't expect any sympathy there." "I can't have you come to the clinic anymore," she added. "Too many people are talking about our relationship and, regardless, you are working on Fridays so you don't have the time anymore. I'll give you your shot on Saturday mornings from now on here in the apartment. "Your mother is moving her stuff in here and staying for a while. I don't know how that will work out but she has agreed to pay the rent and take care of me on the evenings you are gone. She is a bit mature for my tastes but she is eager to please. To be honest, though, I am more drawn to men. I think your mother is the same way actually so maybe the best thing for her is to work alongside you. She is beautiful and lots of men are drawn to mature women, particularly younger guys with an Oedipus complex. I suggested to Derek that he should drop by and meet her after work today. After all, her talents would be put to better use by being one of his girls instead of just working as a receptionist. I hope you don't mind." I hid the shock I felt at the calculated tone of Helen's voice as she discussed my mother's fate as if she was already a possession of hers. It ran against the grain of my relationship with the woman who had taken my virginity. I still had the taste of mommy on my lips and her pee was in my stomach. She was the woman I first submitted myself to and I couldn't begin to comprehend how she would willingly bend her will to Helen's nor did I feel anything less than betrayed by her assent to the further theft of my freedom. I was looking forward to having Saturday off and just having a set schedule at Derek's brothel. Now that I was going to have to service clients in the evening it seemed like my entire existence revolved around fulfilling Helen's financial ambitions. I was in a daze as I made the bed and straightened up the room while Helen bathed. I took the tray of dirty dishes back to the kitchen and washed and dried them. Then, as Helen skilfully applied her makeup and got dressed, I meticulously cleaned her bathroom and threw the dirty towels in the hamper which I carried to the laundry room and loaded in the washing machine. After I heard the front door close signalling Helen's departure I went out the back service entrance, carrying my purse, and went to the shops to buy food and wine for dinner. I needed to get everything organised so I could meet Tracie later. I hated that I had to humble myself and beg her for another injection and pay her like any crack addict pays a dealer. I hurried back and loaded everything in the refrigerator, did a final clean of the kitchen and changed into my work outfit, slipping on my stockings, pulling them up to my suspender belt, putting on another version of the netted knickers I wore yesterday and a matching bra. I stuffed one of the granny panties into my bag along with two sanitary pads for later and put my three inch heels on and left the apartment by the back entrance as I was instructed to do. I caught a cab to work and quickly entered the building, not acknowledging mommy on reception and hurried to the back room. I lifted my black shift dress over my head, hung it up along with my bag and went into the kitchen dressed like the other girls in only my lingerie and heels. This time I felt confident enough to make a cup of tea and grab a biscuit. I hadn't eaten last night and yesterday all I had to eat were two biscuits I munched after work was over. The hormones suppressed my appetite and I knew I was getting too skinny for my own good. There were eight women in the room all just wearing lingerie. I was the only t-girl in the group and I was actually the smallest person in the room by at least three inches. A few of the girls actually worked up the nerve to come over and ask me to have a look at my tiny penis before Kate came in for her morning pep talk. The sight of it mostly provoked giggles which naturally made me blush in shame but one of the girls told me she wished all her clients were the same size as me. Kate thought it was important that all the women who worked at the house knew that, even though I was genetically born a man, my male identity had been erased long ago and whatever remnants I still had of my masculinity were shrunken and not threatening. I was something different and fulfilled a kink a lot of heterosexual men had. What was made clear from the start by Kate was that the girls wouldn't approve of other sissies seeing me. Only dominant men that understood that I was there to satisfy their needs only were allowed to become my clients. Kate entered the room and immediately the banter ceased and everyone waited for her morning instructions. She gave me a knowing glance before she started speaking. "OK, girls, we have another busy day and we are short staffed," Kate said in a loud voice. "I think some of the girls have been fibbing about their periods. We can only have one period a month and it should only put you out of action for four days. If we catch a girl lying about her period we will suspend her for a month and, if she does it twice, then they will be sent off to work in the east end house where clients only pay ?50 a pop. Only the best girls are chosen to work here and if you don't get that then you don't deserve to be here." "This is Chrissie's second day at work and Magic Mike is her first appointment for the day," Kate added as some of the girls knowingly giggled. "I want you all to go to your rooms except Kate. I want to have a word in private with her." After the room emptied, Kate nodded her head, indicating that I should follow her. We went through the back room and out into the small courtyard at the back of the building. The sunshine felt warm but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as we were only wearing stockings, heels, suspender belts and bras and knickers. Curious eyes from the numerous windows that looked over the small garden area could easily spy us as we shamelessly stood together. "He's called Magic Mike because of his wand, which is enormous," Kate said to me with a smile. "No girl would ever consider taking him like you will have to do first thing today, so you should be prepared." "I know there is a no-drugs policy in the house but even Derek wouldn't be upset if we got stoned together," Kate added as she held a joint in her fingers and lit it, inhaling the first puff deeply and handing it to me. I took two quick hits and could tell immediately that what I was smoking was not normal grass. It was strong skunk that would go right to my head. I broke into a giggle as Kate playfully pulled open my panties and peered at my tiny cock. "Where are your testicles?" she asked playfully, as she took the joint from my hand and took a few puffs before handing it back to me. "Did you have them removed?" "No, they are tucked inside me," I replied. "I can just push them up in my body and keep them there all day. I only lower them again at night. I don't like the way they look and actually would like to have them taken off but Helen won't allow that." "Wow, doesn't that hurt you over the long term?" she asked. "Supposedly the heat of my body lowers my sperm count," I replied, giggling as the pot really started to work. "So I am less likely to make a woman pregnant if I could get hard and if I could even put it in deep enough to fuck, but that isn't going to happen." For the first time I allowed myself to really look at Kate. I only realised then how beautiful she is. She is tall and thin, with perfect small breasts and a pert ass, but her face is her best feature. She has the looks of a fashion model, aloof but still warm and friendly. "You are beautiful," I said. "You could be on the cover of a magazine." "You are beautiful too," she replied, finishing the last puff of the joint which she discarded on the ground. "I can't imagine that you were ever a man. It's a shame you weren't born a woman. I am worried about you this morning. Take your time after you are with Magic Mike. It's going to take you a couple of minutes to recover." "Take this and open the cap and inhale some of it right before he enters you," she said, handing me a small amber bottle. "These are poppers and we use them to relax ourselves before we do anal. They'll blow your head off." I took the bottle from her hand and put it in my bra. The skunk was working its magic and, coupled with a mild hormone rush, I felt totally at ease. "Thanks," I said. "Now I'll get to work." I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I climbed the stairs and took the bow off my door and entered the room. I tossed it on the dresser as I was instructed to do and turned and faced Magic Mike. He was nude and sprawled on his back with a smile on his handsome face. He looked like a professional athlete, broad at the shoulders and with a six pack most men would give their right arm for. I giggled as I climbed on the bed, sitting to his side with my legs tucked under me and taking his large but limp cock in my hand. I felt his heavy balls and played with them while I spread his leaking cum around his helmet with my finger. Being stoned made me completely relaxed and not at all uncomfortable. I instinctively felt more intimate with Mike than I had with any of the men I had been with yesterday. He oozed confidence, which must come from being so well endowed. I noticed he was married by the ring on his left hand which was now fully inside my bra and squeezing my sensitive nipples. His right hand was stroking my thigh sending tingling sensations through me. I was in the most delicious daze when I lowered my head and took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I used my hand at the same time to help make him hard and licked down his shaft to take his large balls into my lips and sucked each one of them gently. My ministrations made his cock grow to its full size and when I lifted my head I could see I was holding 12 inches of throbbing manhood. "God, it's beautiful," I said as my face broke into a wide smile. "This cock is going to split me wide open. I want it so badly but promise me you will take it slow at first. Once you are fully inside me take me like you want to take me. Use me for your pleasure." Rather than reply he took me by the hips, flipped me on my stomach and pulled my ass up to the level of his cock. I could hear him as he put some lube on his shaft and I felt his finger enter me as he spread the jelly inside me. I reached into my bra and took out the small bottle of poppers and opened it as I felt him rub his cockhead around my rosebud. I inhaled from the bottle, quickly resealed it and felt my head explode as the rush of the poppers ran through me. At the same time a strong hormonal rush overcame me, making my body hot and my brow break out in perspiration. I could feel him enter me slowly and stretch my love canal with his girth. I kept my face buried in a pillow as the hormones rushed through my body making me moan with pleasure and sending waves of submissive emotions through me. I reached underneath and fondled Mike's balls as he buried his huge cock deep inside me. Then I was fucked like no man had fucked me before. I was lost in a dream while his strong hands pulled my ass up to his cock. He humped me like a man possessed throwing me around like a limp doll as he took his pleasure. My moans only egged him on until I could hear him grunt as his balls contracted in my fingers and his hot jism pumped deeply inside me. When he was finished he cast me aside and got to his feet. I could hear him dressing as the hot hormonal rushes still throbbed inside me. I felt an emptiness inside me that no man would ever fill again. I turned to smile in gratitude as he put his tie on and slipped into his suit jacket with the superior look most men have when they have used my body for their pleasure. I almost told him to take back the three ?20 notes he tossed on the bed as a tip but I was incapable of speaking. I stayed in the same position for a few minutes, on my knees with my head face first in the pillow until I felt steady enough to get up. Then I tottered to the bathroom, telling one of the maids to clean up along the way and tried my best to freshen up. The following 11 men that took their pleasure from me that day all seemed to be disappointments after Mike had taken what he deserved, but I smiled and made sure they left completely satisfied. When the day ended I quickly went downstairs, grabbed my bag and went up to the bathroom to take a shower. After I dried myself off I put the granny panties on with a sanitary pad to soak up with cum and lube that would dribble out of me all evening. After I dressed I popped into the kitchen and forced down two biscuits and a cup of sweetened tea to boost my energy. When I went out to the reception area to talk to mommy Kate was behind the desk. "Do you know where my mother is?" I asked Kate, noting that she was filling out the deposit slip and putting the cash in the bank bag instead of mommy. "Put your ear on that door," with a concerned look, pointing with her finger to the closed door opposite to the desk. I went to the door and put my ear on the cold door. I could hear mommy's loud moans and the sounds of Derek's orders. I could hear a slap and my mother's gasp, and then another one of her long moans. I felt unsteady on my feet as I turned to face Kate. "You better leave," she said. "I don't want Derek to pull any weird shit on you after he has finished. I won't tell your mother that you heard anything. I'll just tell her you rushed out after you were finished." I went out on the street, caught a cab to Helen's Notting Hill apartment and circled around the building, climbing up the back service stairs and going quickly to my room to change into my maid's dress, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. I slipped on the heels I was required to wear in the house and checked the time quickly. Then I climbed back down the back stairs and went outside behind the building to wait for Tracie. I didn't have to wait long. She came into the small area where the rubbish was kept in skips with a smirk on her face only made more insolent when she saw me in my uniform with my name embroidered above my left breast. She held out her hand which I filled with crumpled ?20 notes that I had collected in tips that day. She counted out the ?200, smoothed the notes out and put them in her handbag. "Now pull your tights and panties down and bend over," she commanded. "I'll shoot you full of girl juice just like you wanted. I could hear her rip the cellophane off the hypodermic pack as I did as I was told and bared my ass for her. She slapped my right cheek sharply and rubbed a small area of my butt before she shot me full of hormones. I could feel the warmth spread through me immediately and, although I wouldn't feel the full effects of the oestrogen shot until the morning, I felt a relief similar to what any junky would feel when he got his fix. "Now pull yourself together and tell me what is going on," she demanded. "If you want this to happen regularly then you have to tell me what that bitch is doing to you. I saw that soaked pad in your panties, so I assume you are getting fucked regularly like a girl." "I'm not doing anything I don't want to do," I said, pulling up my opaque tights and smoothing down my short polyester dress, trying to think of a way to hide the real truth from her. "Helen lets me work in a brothel as a t-girl prostitute and then I come home and make her dinner." "So, she's whored you out," Tracie said with a snort. "What are those initials tattooed on your ass? It's still reddish so I know you had that done recently." "That's difficult to explain," I stammered, growing increasingly embarrassed by her harsh comments. "I know it sounds weird but the guy who runs the brothel I work at make all the girls get them." "So, she's sold your ass," Tracie said with disdain. "I bet she keeps all the money you make and you don't get a penny." "That's not true," I lied as I felt myself blush with shame. "I paid you today with the money I made." "I'm going to meet you every week on the same day and at the same time but next week it's ?300," Tracie said before turning to leave. "I'll give you your biggest dose of girl power yet. I'm also going to do a little investigation into that tattoo. I want to know more next week." I was trembling when Tracie left me alone among the smelly skips and felt shaky as I climbed up the stairs to the service entrance to Helen's apartment. As I entered the back door I could hear the front door open and my mother call out my name with a lilt in her voice.