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Chapter 12
Chrissie's new owner
The rest of the week went by without any hitches. Mommy and I worked
through the daytime happily servicing our clients. By my reckoning both
of us had made ?30,000 in the week all of which would be transferred to
Helen's bank account Friday evening. Mommy and I had our own erotic
experiences at the end of the day at the brothel. When the business
closed at 6:00 pm we found an empty room and locked the door and mommy
would lower her panties and allow me the dirty pleasure of licking her
well used pussy clean. Since the exclusive brothel is a condom free zone,
mommy's pussy does have a uniquely attractive odour at the end of the day
from the loads of spunk the men have shot in her. I started enjoying
cleaning mommy's used pussy with my tongue 17 years and I am not
squeamish when she pushes out globs of cum in my mouth.
Ever since I secretly spied on mommy and saw her in bed with one of my
father's brothers and witnessed her wantonly begging him to fuck her
harder the die was cast in our unusual relationship. She had to assure
that the secret I now shared with her was never revealed to my father and
the only way she could do that was to make me an accomplice to her sins.
I was only 13 when she led me to bed and undressed me. She expected I
would do what any red blooded would have, but I surprised her and,
instead of having sex with her, I went down on her, licking her pussy
clean. I tasted and enjoyed my uncle's spunk and mommy's rich wetness,
much to her initial disgust. It took her awhile to fully understand the
child she had brought into the world but when she finally did she began
to enjoy my submissive nature and found it a massive turn to see me
degrade myself for her.
Now I am 30 and it is no surprise to her that I am a t-girl prostitute
with new breasts and a feminine figure. My sexuality was shaped by her
and I shaped the woman she is today. When I go down on her now she knows
that it is an act of utter devotion and finds great sexual satisfaction
in it.
I asked mommy if any of the men she saw ever went down on her and she
surprised by saying that virtually every younger guy she saw, and her
clients were all younger men who had a thing about mature women,
worshipped her pussy with their tongues before they fucked her. She found
it tremendously flattering. In comparison not one man had even touched me
or really looked at my tiny cock and balls during the entire week, and I
had been taken at least 65 times during that time. Mommy had only started
on Wednesday and had seen at least ten men a day.
It has been over five years since anyone put their lips on my prick. My
wife, Heidi, did it a few times before we were married but after we said
our vows she seemed to lose interest in having sex with me at all. In the
many videos I found on her computer years later she seemed really
enthusiastic when she went down on other men. I guess she just didn't
fancy doing that to me. After her friend and doctor, Helen, chemically
castrated me and began pumping oestrogen into me every week, it became an
academic issue anyway. I shrivelled to nothing and could no longer get
hard.
Mommy told me she even had a few regulars after just a few days and there
was one handsome guy that saw her on all the three days that she worked.
I don't blame them for wanting to be with her. She's stunningly beautiful
and at 55 years old she looks at least a decade younger. She has not gone
through menopause yet and still gets wet when she is turned on and she
told that she had never been more turned on in her life since she
officially became one of Derek's stable of prostitutes. She was also
tremendously proud of me for being the first t-girl to join that
exclusive club.
The only problem with being in Derek's stable and getting his initials
tattooed on your bum is that there is no going back. The unwritten
contract you enter into with Derek is binding until he decides you have
outlived your sexual value, unless, of course, you got married to one of
your clients. Then that client would have to negotiate a purchase value
with Derek, which would run into the six figures. In return for your
lifelong contract with Derek, you receive ?300 of the ?500 the clients
pay to have sex with you or, in our case, Helen receives that handsome
sum.
After one of my wife's lovers knocked her up and she left me, Helen took
over my life immediately and now completely controls me. She is the one
who feeds me the hormone treatments I am addicted to, so it wasn't as if
I had much choice in the matter. When I am not working for Derek I have
to go straight to Helen's apartment, put on a cheap maid's outfit and
wait on her hand and foot. Mommy, who came up to London from Sydney to
help me recover from my breast implant operation, only agreed to become a
hooker too in order to negotiate my weekends off. Saturday and Sunday
mommy and I are allowed to live in my house and I am allowed to wear my
own clothes.
Life has become further complicated lately because one of the nurses who
works in the same clinic as Helen has been surreptitiously selling me
strong hormone injections. I need far more than what Helen stingily
provides to feel the strong hot rushes I crave and Tracie recognises
that. The morning after I receive an injection my body feels like it is
on fire and it has made my work in the brothel a pleasure as I revel in
the presence of strong alpha males who use my body for their own
pleasure. The feminine emotions and submissive impulses I have are
magnified tenfold on the morning after that hypodermic needle is plunged
in my ass. It's like a long drawn out orgasm for two days and then my
body deadens and withdrawal begins. I can't take the withdrawal anymore
and Tracie is well aware of that and is going to use it to her advantage.
I am meant to meet her on Saturday at noon at a cafe to discuss my
future.
She's not the elegant woman mommy, my wife and Helen are. She's scrawny,
poorly dressed but attractive in a trailer trash sort of way. She's not
classy at all but has a mean determination and a suspicious nature.
I was informed of the upcoming meeting by Luke, one of the men who saw me
Wednesday afternoon at the brothel. He told me only after he had taken me
and rode me hard; fully dominating me and slapping my ass till it was red
while he pounded his large cock into me. I can only assume Luke is one of
Tracie's partners in crime.
I should be more worried about the future than I am. But I only have one
real worry in my life now: when I am going to get my next fix of hormones
shot into me. After that happens, I'll only worry about the next shot and
the shot thereafter. Helen did a good job on me, not making me her slave,
which I essentially am, but making me a slave to the very thing that
destroyed my manhood and made me into the sissy I am today. My only
ambition in life is to be full of girl juice every day and to wake up
every morning with the hot rushes continuously running through my body.
A by-product of my transition from man to sissy has been the way that
people treat me in the world. As a man I was short, thin and slight and
didn't command the respect of alpha males and therefore didn't attract
the beautiful women that are drawn to them. That's one of the reasons I
married my wife. She was the first woman of real beauty who seemed to be
my soul mate. I readily accepted the terms of our relationship as
dictated by her: she had her sexual freedom and I didn't. I made the
mistake of bridling against them which is what ultimately cost me my
manhood. But giving that up and letting my feminine side grow actually
strengthened our marriage. I didn't mind that she had lovers come over
and fuck her while I was in the kitchen cleaning and I even made them
coffee or tea when they were finished with her. I had no problem taking
her to pubs or restaurants where the other patrons considered her to be
nothing more than the local slut. It didn't bother me that men would
openly laugh at me when they found out I was married to her.
I actually stood up for some of her lovers, the men who held me in such
contempt, when she complained that they refused to be seen in public with
her. I told her that they could ill afford to be seen with a woman who
had developed the reputation she had and I explained to her that her
lovers were married to less adventurous women who didn't enjoy things
like anal sex and refused to perform blow jobs on their husbands.
Going from an angry cuckold to a placid cuckold and finally to a full
blown sissy is a long psychological transition but I'm happy with the
final result. Now that I am fully sissified people treat me entirely
differently. With my new breasts and the confidence to wear sexy dresses,
skirts and heels, I am seen as a petite young woman with looks not
dissimilar to Taylor Swift. If they didn't know I worked in a brothel
wearing only stockings, a suspender belt, a lacy bra and heels all day
they would merely think of me as something of an ing?nue. If they hadn't
seen my tiny cock, and it is like a miniature version of the real thing,
they would never guess I wasn't born a woman. I am proud of myself now
and the hormones that rush through my body give me a glow I never had
before.
After we finished our work Friday evening mommy and I did our little
fifteen minute erotic ritual together behind closed doors we then went
downstairs to the back room of the house and slipped our dresses over our
lingerie. As usual I had to change into a pair of granny panties and
attach a sanitary pad to them. The one downside of having 12 men or more
push their seed into me every day is that I leak a combination of cum and
lube all evening and soak two thick pads before I finally empty out by
the morning. The sight of me doing something so feminine sparked a smile
on mommy's face and Kate, who had just joined us in the room, let out a
little laugh when she glanced down and saw the thick pad. Kate is the
matron of the house and is becoming a friend of mine. We share a strong
joint of skunk every morning before we start working.
When we finally pulled ourselves together, mommy and I caught a cab right
back to Helen's apartment. As instructed I was only allowed to use the
service entrance in the back of the building while mommy could enter
through the front. The only thing that made that convenient was I entered
the rear of the spacious apartment right next to the maid's quarters and
I could quickly change into the black polyester shift dress which had my
name embroidered on the front and take off my stockings and pull up the
50 denier opaque tights I was required to wear inside. The outfit was
made complete by a pair of plain black two-inch heels. The final
requirement was that I pull my blonde hair back into a ponytail.
We usually had a half hour of privacy together before Helen arrived
during which time we would talk and I would serve mommy wine. I wasn't
allowed to drink in the house or anywhere else for that matter. I wasn't
allowed to look up at Helen or any of her guests unless requested to and
I certainly wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. But mommy and I
broke the rules when we were alone together. Mommy talked about the
clients she had serviced that day. The men she saw seemed to want to
please her more than please themselves, which is a virtue that I can
understand. Not once was she asked to give head, although each and every
one of them had enthusiastically worshipped her pussy. My experiences
were more like set pieces. Every man essentially wanted to explore a kink
with me which demanded their dominance and my submission. It suited me
perfectly and, with my hormonal levels still relatively high, I got hot
flashes continuously while they used me for their pleasure.
The half hour wait for Helen turned into an hour and then two hours. We
weren't worried about her, although she was normally punctual. I did get
a creeping sense that something was wrong, and I allayed that sense by
breaking a big rule and pouring myself a glass of wine. When the clock
turned to 10:00 pm I knew something was going on and Helen wasn't coming
home. At 11:00 pm we were both a bit pissed and mommy and I went to sleep
together in my room, sharing a small single bed. It felt wonderful
holding the woman who took my virginity at the age of 13 all night long.
I woke up at 7:00 am and carefully crept out of bed and went to explore
the apartment. It was as empty as we left it last night and eerily quiet.
My sense of unease increased and I reached into my handbag which I had
left in the kitchen and fished out my mobile phone to check if Helen had
sent me a text message. I did receive one message after I had gone to
sleep but it wasn't from Helen, it was from Tracie and it told me to make
sure I bring my mother to the meeting today.
Helen's well-being meant little to me but what I cared about more than
anything was getting the oestrogen shot that had been promised me this
morning. Only one other person could do that for me, so I texted Tracie
back and asked her to please bring the hypodermic with the stuff I lived
for to the meeting. Unexpectedly, she answered right back with a simple
OK.
I woke mommy with coffee and lay next to her, rubbing her thighs while
she woke up. Both mommy and I have tight little bodies and we can share a
single bed with room to spare. We are the same clothes and shoe size and
when I was younger and we were alone after my father died, I felt more
comfortable wearing her clothes than mine. When I had to go out I had to
wear trousers and shirts but I always wore panties underneath. Most
teenage boys dream of becoming sport heroes. I always longed to be a girl
and to wear nylons and skirts. I spent two years, between the ages of 25
and 27, trying to be a man. My marriage only really lasted for two years
before I was chemically castrated and began the hormone treatment that
made me more of a wife than a husband.
When mommy finally got up, went briefly to the bathroom and came back
with my morning ration of her golden nectar, I decided that it was time
for me to tell her some things I had held back from her. I told her of my
addiction to the weekly hormone treatments and how they were just not
enough to keep me at the same level all week. I told her I had paid
Tracie, a nurse that works in the same clinic that Helen does, to give me
a booster shot this week. I could see her look of concern when I said
there was no going back for me and that my addiction would only continue
to grow. I told her of Tracie's hatred for Helen and that I suspected
that she wanted to transfer control of me to her. Then I told her that it
was obvious that Helen's absence had something to do with an issue
between Tracie and her and that probably the best thing we should do
right now is gather up all our things and leave for my house as soon as
possible.
Mommy was most concerned when I told her of the meeting I had with Tracie
at noon and the text I received telling me to bring her along. There was
a look of mild panic in mommy's eyes when she agreed that we should pack
all our clothes and leave Helen's apartment immediately.
We didn't bother to shower. We just quickly pulled ourselves together and
packed our bags and caught a taxi to my house in Kensington. It was a
welcome relief to finally be home. We unpacked our bags and put the
clothes in the wardrobe in my bedroom. Since my wife had moved out there
was plenty of room for both of our things. Then we took a shower
together, dried our hair and put our makeup on. We decided it was best if
we dressed up for our meeting at noon, so we both slipped on skirts; hold
up stockings, three inch heels and silk blouses.
"What is this woman, Tracie, like?" mommy asked. "Do you think she did
something to Helen?"
"She's not nearly as classy as Helen," I replied. "She's OK looking in a
trailer trash sort of way. She claims that she has evidence of medical
misconduct on Helen. She thinks there is enough there for her to be
struck off the medical rolls. I don't get the impression she would do
anything evil, but she's an opportunist. She's capable of threatening
Helen, that's for sure."
"I'm really not looking forward to meeting her," mommy said. "We both
ended up working for Derek on Helen's insistence. In your case you didn't
have a choice. Regardless, there's no going back on that now. We have to
deal with your needs too. I can see just looking at you that you are
going through withdrawal right now and it's only going to get worse. You
can't go to the NHS and ask them to give you the same level of hormones
Helen has been giving you. I have a feeling that the doses you are
getting are way off the charts. We don't have a lot of choices in this
matter, but let me see if I can get the best deal possible."
It was true that I was already going through withdrawal. It had been over
three days since Tracie had made me lift my skirt and bend over while she
shot the girl juice into my ass cheek. When Luke came to see me he said
Tracie would keep me shot up all the time. The prospect of that was
almost too good to imagine.
We walked together to the cafe on Westbourne Grove where Tracie was going
to meet us and, when we arrived; we grabbed a table outside and donned
large sunglasses. It didn't take long for Tracie to join us. She brought
along Luke, whose presence seemed to render mommy speechless. When they
sat down Luke grabbed a chair and moved inches from mommy and insolently
placed his hand on her thigh stroking it up to the lacy top of her hold
up stockings.
"I guess we can skip the introductions," Tracie said. "I understand Luke
has met both of you already and sampled your wares."
"I have indeed," Luke said with an arrogant laugh. "I tried the faux girl
first but I am sort of fixated on the more mature real woman. I will say
Chrissie could suck the chrome off a car bumper and really seems to enjoy
having a cock in his mouth but his mother is one hot fuck. I saw her
three days in a row this week and fucked her first right after I had
boned her sissy son. It's not often you get to screw the daylights out of
a mother and her child on the same day."
Mommy's face turned the same shade of red I am sure mine had. The way
Luke arrogantly spoke about having sex with both of us as if our only
value was the pleasure we brought him was utterly belittling. It wasn't
helped by the knowing smile Tracie had on her face as if she possessed
some secret knowledge nobody else did.
"You girls won't have to worry about Helen anymore," Tracie said,
levelling her gaze mostly at me. "I gave Helen some evidence I have
yesterday evening and she decided to take a long unpaid leave from the
clinic and suddenly thought it best to take a holiday abroad. She'll be
gone awhile and she's never going to part of your lives again."
"You see, Helen gave you Depo-Provera to chemically castrate you, which
is only allowed to be prescribed to men who are on the sex offenders
list," Tracie said. "You're not the first man she did that to. She has
done that multiple times and that's a criminal offence with a mandatory
custodial sentence. She's chemically castrated over a dozen husbands,
most of whom don't even know why their sex drive has gone to zero and
don't realise why they no longer care that their wives are sleeping
around on them."
"I also went through Helen's desk and found out some more interesting
stuff about you and your relationship with your mother," Tracie said,
looking mommy right in the eyes. "I have the transcripts of the three
hour long sessions you had with the sex counsellor under hypnosis that
you probably have no recollection of and I have the diaries from your
teenage years that your wife stole from you. Chrissie, your mother was a
very naughty woman and the courts would be very interested in her now,
considering all the historic abuse cases that have cropped up lately. Can
you imagine how the newspapers would write about it when they found out
your own mother sissified you and starting having sex with you at the age
of 13 to cover up her own infidelities? It would make a great story that
a t-girl and her mother are working at the same brothel together and that
she was the one who started feminising you when you were underage."
"Now, tell me how much money you made for Helen this past week working as
hookers?" Tracie asked in a demanding tone.
"I think we made a little over ?30,000 after all the overheads are taken
out," I said in a quiet voice. "I'm not sure about the exact figure but
that's a quick calculation."
Tracie went silent on hearing that news. It's as if the figure was almost
too large for her to comprehend and I could see her mind working, trying
to calculate what that meant on a monthly or annual basis.
"That's more than I make in a year," she said in an incredulous voice.
"You two make more in a week just by lying on your backs and letting
whoever has money fuck you? This is much better than I expected."
"Well, here's the deal from now on," Tracie said. "I'll keep you pumped
up on girl juice, as much as you want and as often as you want, but I am
taking over from Helen. You two can live on your own. I'm not as sick as
she is and I don't need a sissy maid around. Oh, and Luke gets whatever
he wants free of charge, whenever he wants it."
"That's a step too far," I said, finally standing up for both us.
"Derek's rule is that we can't have sex with anyone unless it is at the
brothel and only if he is paid. That includes mommy's husband. If he
comes up from Sydney and wants to have sex with his wife, he'll have to
make a booking just like everyone else."
"If he ever caught us having sex with anyone else, the punishment is
pretty bad," I added. "We will be sent off to one of his east end
knocking shops where punters pay ?50, of which we would only get half. We
don't have a choice, when we agreed to work for Derek we agreed he is the
one who decides when we stop working. It's a lifelong contract."
That stopped Tracie and Luke in their tracks; although I could see a look
of calculation in the young woman's eyes.
"OK, here's how it will work with Luke," she said. "He'll pay the brothel
the full amount whenever he wants to see your mommy and I'll refund him
the portion that is given to me."
"That sounds like a good deal," Luke said. "I'm getting kind of addicted
to Chrissie's mom and I might even consider a three-way one day."
"That's all the business we need to discuss today," Tracie said
dismissively. "Now both of you girls follow me into the bathroom."
We followed Tracie into the back of the restaurant and watched as she
locked the door behind us in the bathroom. She ordered both of us to lift
our skirts and bend over, pulling our panties down to our thighs. Mommy
got two shots in her and I was given three.
"I gave your mommy oestrogen, progesterone and androgens which will help
her keep that young look she has even longer, and will help increase her
sex drive, not that she seems to need it," Tracie said with a laugh. "I
gave you a big shot of your favourite girly juice and a new drug that
suppresses testosterone production. It won't increase the hot rushes you
get but it might gradually grow your breasts another size and it will
increase the feelings of femininity you get from the oestrogen. I also
gave you both vitamin B shots, just to keep you healthy. You'll both feel
some effects today but they will really kick in tomorrow morning."
"Now you have to give me the contact details for your pimp so I can tell
him about our new financial arrangements and then I'll be on my way,"
Tracie said.
I reached into my handbag and took out my mobile, scrolling down my
contact list until Derek's number came up. I showed her my phone and she
quickly copied the number on her mobile.
Tracie left us in the bathroom leaving mommy and I to hug each other in
relief. Mommy was actually trembling a bit so I held for a few minutes
more until she calmed down.
"At least we can live together and go out at night and I won't have to
wear that maid's outfit ever again," I said to calm her down. "I'll take
care of you even better than I did when we used to live together."
"I am just fed up with people controlling our lives," mommy said. "Derek
is going to expect us to work forever for him and now another woman is in
charge of our lives. It could be worse, though. Just think of how many
men dream of having sex with us while they are bonking their wives? We
don't ever have to worry about that happening to us."
Just then there was a knock on the door and we quickly smoothed out
clothes and prepared to leave. When we opened the door, we were both
shocked to see Luke, who seemed to tower above us. He entered the
bathroom, turned the lock on the door and gave us both a superior look.
"I need my cock sucked," he said callously. "You two bitches are the
dirtiest and sexiest people I have ever met and I've had a boner all
morning just thinking of which one of you I would like to fuck first. I
can't do that but I figure a blow job is technically not sex for you, so
I am not breaking any of Derek's rules by shooting a load in your mouth.
I'll take Chrissie mouth this morning and I'll let his mommy watch how
good he sucks a cock."
Luke reached in his pocket, took out two pink ?50 notes and rolled them
up, putting them behind my ear. Seeing little other option, I dropped to
my knees, undid his trousers and pulled out his large semi-hard prick and
went to work on it. I gently sucked his full balls first before I went to
work on his shaft which I worked with my hands while sucking on his
helmet. It didn't take long before the first stream of hot cum blasted in
my mouth and he began to groan as he shot more jism in my mouth in stream
after stream. After he was done he tucked himself back into his trousers,
buttoned them up and turned and left the room.
I was still on my knees with conflicting emotions running through me when
I looked up at my mommy who was leaning against the bathroom wall; her
face flushed a deep red.
"That was fucking hot," she said to me with a passion in her voice. "I
want to see you do that again. Let's use the ?100 to go out and have a
nice lunch but first come to mommy and use that tongue of yours to make
me happy."
I walked on my knees over to mommy who had spread her legs and lowered
her panties to her ankles and lovingly licked her to her first powerful
orgasm. Then she turned around, stuck her beautiful ass in my face and
let me suck on and worship her rosebud as she used her fingers to get
herself off again. Only after she had finally cum did she lift her
panties and pull them up and straighten her skirt before she plucked the
two ?50 notes that Luke had put behind my ear and put them in her
handbag.
"Come on, you little slut, let's go out and have some fun," she said,
lifting me off my knees and leading me out the door.
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