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Author's note: this is actually an older story that I wrote almost 15 years ago. A gentleman who has been encouraging me to write these sissy stories suggested that I post some of my older work online here, so that all of my stories would be available to read in one place. I hope that you enjoy this story; Sissy Michelle The Terrace View Apartments: Chapter 1 - Danielle I got a great job, right after I graduated from college. And while the job required that I relocate from my hometown of Chicago to sweltering Houston, I was more than willing to pack up and go. Too many of my fellow graduates were stuck working in the food service industry while they waited for a dream job like the one I landed on my first try. Would you like some fries with that Masters degree? It was actually quite gratifying, as my dedication to computer sciences had made me into something of an academic superstar in my department, but it also left me a bit of a social misfit. In college, I didn't have many friends, and even fewer girlfriends. Let's face it, I was a skinny little dweeb, and most of the college women that I met were looking for someone more substantial than a socially maladjusted computer nerd. They say that the college years are the best years of your life. God, I hoped not. Anyway, it was reassuring to learn that the guy who actually studied while in college would be the one to get hired first. And as for my lack of social ability, I vowed that it was all going to change when I started my new job. In one month, I would be 23, and I vowed to take Houston by storm; I would be a real ladies man with a prestigious job and a bank account to match. I was going to start a brand new life and it was going to be great! So I said goodbye to Mike Summers, my one good friend in Chicago. I promised that I'd write, and if anything opened up in Houston, I'd give him a call. I could tell he was jealous of my success, after all, he'd been up for the same job and I'd beaten him. But he smiled and wished me luck and then went back to flipping burgers. I said farewell to my dad later that night and then loaded everything into my car and headed south. The company had given me a lot of money for moving expenses, but since I didn't own anything of real value, I didn't need to spend any of it. Which meant that I hit the road flush with cash and flush with optimism for the first time in my life. I was almost giddy with excitement, and I drove all the way to Kansas City on that first day. Even though I had the money, I decided to stay in a cheap motel that I saw on the interstate. I told myself that I would spend the extra money on something special later on. I checked into the Comfort Lodge and even though the room was quite rundown, I immediately fell dead asleep on the grimy bed. Little did I know that it would be one of the last restful nights of my life. I woke up at 1:00am, hungry as hell. I went to an all-night diner that I'd seen around the corner, and after I finished my burger, I decided to check out the noisy bar just down the street. What the hell, I thought, it's a brand new me, and a brand new life. Who knows, I speculated, maybe I'd even get lucky tonight. So I paid the cover charge and strutted inside. Boy was I blind. I had ordered and almost finished my first beer before I even noticed that I was sitting in a gay bar. I felt pretty stupid, but I decided to enjoy my beer no matter what the circumstances. After all, this was the first day of my new life. So when a man dressed all in leather asked me to dance, I politely declined his offer, and enjoyed the surprising fact that I wasn't freaking out over this foreign situation. Two more beers and a few more propositions and I decided to call it a night. But just as I was about to leave I spotted a drop-dead gorgeous woman entering the bar. Emboldened by alcohol, I decided to make a pass, even though I knew that a beautiful woman like her would never go for a guy like me. Well, you all can guess that she was a prostitute, and since I had the money, she did in fact go for a guy like me. I didn't realize that at the time, so I bought a few rounds of drinks, and quickly learned that her name was Danielle, and to my delight, she wanted to come back with me to my motel room. My new life was turning out just as I had hoped it would. Walking to my room, I finally realized that a night with Danielle was going to cost me. But it didn't bother me at all. I had the money, and figured that sex was sex-- and I hadn't had any in a long time. I paid her upfront, and had trouble constraining my excitement as we slowly went to my room. No sooner had we entered than Danielle dropped to her knees and fished my cock out of my jeans. She started to play with my rock-hard shaft, and when she first licked my balls, I suddenly erupted all over her face. Now even in my somewhat alcohol-laden state, I knew that this was very premature, and I apologized. But Danielle smiled and told me that it was okay. She licked up my sticky mess and pushed me onto the bed where she quickly revived my flaccid penis with her expert mouth. She seemed to swallow me whole, and I was amazed at her ability. It didn't take long before I was ready to go again. This time however, Danielle gave me some suggestions on how we could make it last a little longer. Like an anxious schoolboy, I did everything that she told me to do, exactly as she told me to do it. It was wonderful, right up until I flipped her over and pulled down her panties. Now, once again, some of you might have guessed that Danielle was actually Dan, but honestly, I never saw it coming. And honestly, her tiny penis didn't faze me at all. Perhaps it was the alcohol still lingering in my system, but all I knew was that a beautiful woman with fantastic legs, nice tits and a great ass was bent over my bed waiting for my throbbing cock to fill her up. In fact, it only seemed to make me even more excited. So I grabbed a condom and some lube and I plunged in 'till I was balls- deep in her ass. It was fantastic! Now I obviously don't have a lot of experience with women to compare it to, but sex with Danielle was the best sex I could ever remember. And I told her so through clenched teeth as I shot a load deep into her with such force that it left me weak in the knees. Danielle smiled, and said that I was sweet. We fondled each other for a while until I regained my senses, and then Danielle said that she had another fun idea if I was still interested. Well, of course I was! Which is how I found myself at 3:00am on the first night of my new life bent over on all fours while a beautiful shemale gently took me from behind. Once again, it was incredible. Danielle's cock wasn't very big, but boy did she know how to use it. In and out, in and out, she must have fucked me for a half an hour before pulling out and demanding that I open my mouth. I quickly obeyed, and Danielle shot her load all across my face and down my throat. I was in bliss and so was Danielle. Now I know that you're not supposed to kiss prostitutes, but I couldn't help myself. As she licked the remaining cum from my face, I suddenly kissed Danielle long and hard. At first she was surprised, but eventually she caved in to my desires. We made out for a while, and as things heated up, I kissed my way south and soon found myself with my mouth full of Danielle?s cock. Thanks to hormones, Danielle wasn?t very big, and so I found that I was able to easily take her entire shaft down my throat. Her tiny balls soon followed into my mouth, and after about fifteen minutes of doing my best imitation of a porn star, Danielle shot a second load of cum down my waiting throat. I fucked Danielle once more before the sun came up, and by this time I was head-over-heels in love. I think that she could see it on my face as I asked her if she ever came down to Houston? Danielle just smiled and sweetly explained that her business was in Kansas City, but that I always knew where to find her if I passed this way again. ?Besides,? she said. ?Houston?s a big city. There?s ?lots of special girls waiting for you there.? I smiled the best I could, and thanked her for the support, but said that I doubted if I?d ever meet anybody like her again. ?You brought feelings out in me that I didn?t even know existed,? I sincerely told her as I gave her a goodbye kiss and a big tip and showed her to the door. After a quick nap, I was sad when I finally checked out of the motel, but brightened considerably when I found Danielle waiting in my car with a sly grin on her face. She told me that she had heard of a place in Houston that could help start my new life off with a bang. How could I resist? So I took her back to the bar and drove around back to wait for her to make a few calls. I didn?t know what to expect, but I was getting quite horny thinking about what Danielle had planned for me. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, and was about to unzip my pants when a large bald man suddenly exited the bar and came striding over to my car. He banged on the window, which I slowly lowered. ?You Danielle?s friend?? he asked gruffly. I gulped out a yes and he told me to step out of the car. He didn?t say anything else; he just looked me up and down and had me turn around. Even with all my clothes on, I felt completely naked. I didn?t know what was going on, and I would have jumped in my car if I didn?t suspect that the man would beat me up just for wasting his time. ?Whatever.? he suddenly sneered and then turned on his heel and went back into the bar leaving me shaking like a leaf in the back lot. I jumped in my car and locked the doors, my heart pounding in my chest. But then Danielle came out of the bar with a sexy smile on her face. My God, did she look hot as she sauntered over to the car. I quickly forgot my fear and almost came in my pants just watching her walk. Eventually she opened the door, bent down and dragged me into the parking lot with a wonderful kiss. She deftly unbuckled my pants and as we stood making out in the parking lot of a gay bar, I thought I was ready for anything, but she surprised me by slowly working a massive butt plug into my ass. ?This is to remind you of me during your long drive,? she said. And then she handed me an envelope with a Houston address on it. ?And this is to help you when you get to Houston.? Then she abruptly pulled away and sashayed back into the bar. I stood there in the parking lot with my pants down around my ankles, my ass full of plastic and my cock jutting straight out. This new life of mine wasn?t exactly what I had been expecting, but I wasn?t complaining either. Suddenly, something snapped in me and I jumped into my car and headed off to Houston. On the freeway, I slid out of my pants and drove the whole way non-stop with my bare ass on the seat and the butt plug keeping me constantly erect. I masturbated several times during my journey, but I didn?t stop to clean up. I licked up my cum without slowing down or even pulling the plug from my ass. Yes, it was starting to hurt a lot, but I couldn?t wait to find out what was waiting for me in Houston. Two days later I found myself outside of the Terrace View Apartment Complex, and I somehow knew deep inside that I had found my new home ?and my new life. Chapter 2 - ?Earl? The Terrace View Apartment complex was an impressive site, to say the least. It filled up two entire blocks on the far-west side of town. I actually passed right by it at first; thinking that it was a fancy hotel because of the ornate architecture arrogantly rising over the privacy fences that surrounded the compound. There were only two entrances to the apartments, and both of them were gated with guards standing nearby to greet the BMWs, Porches and Jaguars that slid effortlessly past. I knew that my beat up Mustang just wasn?t going to pass muster here, so I drove around and tried to find a parking spot on the street. There were ?No Parking? signs everywhere in this exclusive part of town, and the first legal place was about seven blocks away in the parking lot of a strip mall on a main boulevard. I decided to park behind the stores where my car might not be seen in case I was gone for a while. I found a spot and was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes when I noticed a garishly lit sign advertising a strip club called ?Sweet Surprises.? Now I must have been getting smarter in this new life of mine, because I intuitively guessed that the ?surprise? in the title was of the same type that Danielle had surprised me with just two nights earlier. (Okay, I?ll admit that a suggestive neon sign and a man dressed in drag who walked past me also helped me unlock the riddle). The point is that despite having only caught a catnap or two during the past few days, I was suddenly wide awake, and my groin pulsed with the anticipation of an entire bar full of shemales and transvestites looking and acting just like Danielle. Ah, Danielle... My cock gave a little twitch of remembrance and I mentally thanked her for leading me to this new place in town. ?See,? I told myself, ?my new life really will be great!? It was time to seize the day by the balls; so taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and willed myself toward the door. I was met by a very tall cowgirl with enormous hands. She was nice enough as I paid the cover charge, but she wasn?t very feminine at all. I thought that would be a disappointment, but actually, the transvestite was something of a relief to my psyche, because I wasn?t attracted to ?her? at all. Truth be told, I had been excited but also conflicted after my night with Danielle. I loved being with a sexy shemale, and had quite enjoyed sucking on ?her? cock, but I certainly didn?t see myself as a gay man. By not being attracted to this cowboy in a frilly dress, I was reassuring myself that I was still a straight man at heart. I entered and sat and ordered a beer from the waitress named Bob who sashayed over to take my order. I watched the show, and to my delight, it was actually pretty good. The woman on stage (the deejay told us that her name was Candy) certainly had an incredible body?even though the bone structure in her face told me that she wasn?t born with that particular body. Nevertheless, I?ll be the first to admit that most men would never get their eyes up to her face. From the neck down, this woman had a body that a porn star would envy; and she certainly knew how to use it. As I sat watching Candy and the two dancers that followed, my eyes eventually glazed over and I slowly sunk into a sex-filled daydream. It was probably due to my lack of sleep, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by a vivid image of me dancing half-naked for a room full of horny men. In my dream, I was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, with a body that put Candy?s to shame. Instead of ?Sweet Surprises,? I was dancing in an exclusive strip club filled with wealthy men. One thing I knew for certain: none of the men in the audience had any idea about the secret that I kept tucked away in my gold sequined panties. In my dream state, I shimmied up on the stage, shaking my ample tits and ass at each and every man who flashed money in my direction. They didn?t actually need any money though, as the thrill of my sexual affect upon these men was more than enough payment for me. Instinctively, I knew that the whole room was erect thinking that I was the sexiest woman they had ever seen. They all wanted to fuck me; and that was just how I wanted them to feel. I danced until I had stripped down to just my panties and high heels. Obviously, I couldn?t go any farther, so I ended my set and blew the audience a sexy kiss. I almost ran from the stage, anxious to get back to the dressing room so that I could relieve the hardness straining in my tight little panties. And then I head a bell ring somewhere out in the dark. Everyone suddenly stopped talking, and I noticed that my mouth inexplicably started to water. Something possessed me, and I desperately began searching the room. ?Who rang the bell,? I implored, but the men in the audience just laughed and groped my tits and pinched my ass as I looked for the bell that, for some reason, held the key to my happiness. The bell rang again off in the distance, and I just had to find it! ?Is it in here?? I cried as I shoved my hands down into a stranger?s underwear, feeling around for a bell but finding only a sticky penis. I searched several men in this manner, but to no relief. Out of the dark, somebody suggested that perhaps it was in the garbage can, and I dove right in, much to the delight of the laughing crowd. It didn?t make any sense, this obsession with the bell, but I continued my desperate search. I dragged myself before complete strangers and promised to do anything for them if they would just help me locate the bell! They all just laughed and made lewd comments. Finally, when I could take no more, I sat down and started to cry. A man stepped forward and handed me his handkerchief. ?Don?t worry, Honey,? he explained. ?You?ll get it soon enough.? And then, to my relief, the bell rang right behind me. I quickly turned around just as a spotlight lit up a cruel-looking man sitting on a plush chair. His pants were down around his ankles, and his cock was jutting proudly skyward. If I had an enormous cock like his, I?d be jutting proudly too?in fact, I was already jutting in my panties. Standing next to the man in the chair was young man who had been shaved from head to toe. He had big black words like ?cum slut,? ?little pussy? and ?ass slave? tattooed in several spots across his body. But I mostly noticed that he had a tiny golden bell attached to a ring that ran right through the head of his penis. The cruel man in the chair smiled at me, and then viciously yanked down on the cum slut?s testicles. The bell rang and I immediately stepped forward and sank to my knees in front of the cruel man?s giant cock. All eyes in the room were on me as I leaned forward and immediately began to swallow his penis to the hilt in long, slow strokes. I was in no hurry, as I knew (hoped) that I?d be on my knees all night long. It was like being underwater, I could hear people talking around me, but it was difficult to make out what they were saying. I heard something about me having been hypnotized to crave cock whenever I heard a bell ring. But that was utter nonsense. I craved cock because a pounding dick filling my mouth just made me feel complete. Hypnosis my ass! The bell rang again, and this time my sphincter quivered. I felt somebody step forward and pull my golden panties to the side. My tiny penis popped free and the crowd gasped in disbelief. But the cruel man soon quieted the crowd. ?Don?t worry about that little thing,? he said. ?It won?t get in the way. That?s why I haven?t removed it yet.? The whole room laughed. Then the bell rang again and with one mighty lunge, the anonymous man behind me shoved his member into my rear passage and began ruthlessly fucking me. I must say that it felt exquisite, but I couldn?t moan in pleasure as I had my mouth full at the time. This went on for quite some time, and I only broke my concentration from my oral duties when I felt an intense pain piercing my penis head. I then felt a substantial weight dragging my cock down, and I happily knew that I now had my own bell to ring. As I was pierced, the man behind me grunted and shot his load of cum deep inside me. He popped out, wiped himself off on my ass and then rang my bell by yanking sharply down on my testicles. At the sound, another man quickly took his place fucking me from behind. The second man was a little bigger and a little quicker. He fucked me a little harder and then my bell rang a little sooner. That would be the pattern all night long?with bigger and more forceful men slamming into me while I continued to languidly suck on the cock in front of me. Each time they filled me with their orgasm, my bell would ring and I would get a little hornier. In my daydream, the bell seemed to ring non-stop. It was a powerful dream, and I must have moaned out loud, because when my eyes fluttered open, I found that I was absentmindedly stroking myself through my pants and Bob, my waitress was staring directly at me. Embarrassed, I ordered another drink and turned away to watch the show. But I couldn?t concentrate on the dancer. She was all right, but not nearly as sexy as I had been just a few moments earlier. And that bothered me a bit. When I entered ?Sweet Surprises,? I had hoped to perhaps meet somebody like Danielle. Here I was fantasizing about becoming somebody like Danielle. Sure, I was looking for a new life, but not like that! ?Mind if I join you?? a tall man in an expensive suit woke me from my thoughts and then sat down at the table without waiting for an answer. ?Looks like we?re the only ?men? in the place.? he said and then grinned wide at his little joke. ?Name?s Earl? he added and vigorously shook my hand as I cautiously introduced myself. I was a little wary at first, but Earl quickly put me at ease with his boisterous charm and easygoing personality. Within a few minutes, Earl was treating me like we were the very best of friends, out for a night on the town. We ogled the dancers (I liked Candy but Earl was partial to Darlene), pounded down a few brews and swapped a few dirty jokes. We talked for hours, and when I mentioned that I was new to Houston, Earl suddenly stood and announced that he was going to take me on the tour. I tried to decline, explaining that I hadn?t slept for a few days, but Earl was not to be refused. And quite honestly, I didn?t really want to refuse. I?d never had many friends in my past, and here was a guy who might very well prove to be my first real friend in this new life I was beginning. So we paid our bill and over-tipped Bob the waitress because she hadn?t objected too strenuously each time that Earl pinched her ass. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it, so I gave her a quick squeeze myself as we headed out the door. Earl chauffeured me in his BMW convertible as he showed me the major sights around town. Then the tour progressed to items that wouldn?t be in any city-sanctioned brochure. I wished that I had a piece of paper to jot the addresses down, as Earl showed me one sexually charged location after another. Earl showed me the massage parlors where I could get ?a little something extra? by simply demanding that a ?body massage? included my genitals as well. He showed me the many adult novelty stores, the best cabarets and the hottest nightclubs where crossdressers, drag queens and bondage freaks ventured out for an evening?s adventure. Earl even showed me the all-night video store where the owner kept his wife locked up in a bathroom closet. There was a hole drilled into the last stall wall, and if you stuck your dick inside you would meet the wife?s waiting lips. But she wasn?t really there to give blowjobs, but rather got off on the idea of being a human urinal. I got off on that idea too, and was still thinking about it when we pulled up next to a group of scantily clad women. Obviously prostitutes, one of them walked straight over to Earl and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Her name was Janine, and no sooner were we introduced than she walked around the car and gave me a big kiss. ?Any friend of Earl?s...? she said. But Earl wasn?t interested in Janine tonight, even though he continuously ran his hands along the inside of her thighs as they talked. Instead, Earl was looking for the Davis triplets, saying that he wanted to welcome me to Houston in a special way. Janine smiled and said ?lucky boy? before jotting down an address on Earl?s outstretched hand. Janine blew us both a kiss. I can?t begin to tell you the scenarios that filled my imagination as we headed off into the night looking for the Davis triplets. Along the way, Earl continued playing tour guide, showing me a fetish club where a tall blonde dominatrix and her two overly muscled slaves stood guard outside the door. We drove by a gym with a special workout area in the back. He laughed as he explained that slaves were often hooked up the treadmill by their nipples and left to run for hours. When they were at the point of collapse, they would suddenly be dragged into the shower where a makeshift orgy would commence immediately. He showed me a rubber club and told me about an abandoned ranch that was filled with pony-girls each weekend. I didn?t even know what a pony-girl was, and Earl laughed at my naivet?. And then, to my surprise, we drove right up to the Terrace View Apartments. ?Saved the best for last,? Earl said and I couldn?t help but noticing that this was the only tour stop that got him aroused. ?This place is very exclusive, but they?ve got it staffed with nothing but sex slaves.? Earl shifted in his seat before he said ?The triplets are inside.? And then a far off look crept into Earl?s eyes. After a moment, he suddenly continued. ?There?s a lot of shemales in there too, although you?d never know it from looking at them. Looks more like the Miss America pageant, except all the contestants have tiny little dicks and the talent portion of the show would not be appropriate for TV!? Earl laughed to himself, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. We sat in silence on the street for several minutes as Earl?s mind raced though unspoken fantasies. He looked just like I must have looked when I was daydreaming in the strip club, and I wondered if Earl deep down, secretly wanted to become Earline so that he could work at Terrace View. After a while, a huge security guard noticed us loitering out on the street. He glared up at us from his booth. Earl nodded in submission and put the car into gear. What was it about the Terrace View Apartments that so enthralled Earl? I was amazed, especially since this was obviously a guy who had no trouble finding sex in any flavor he desired. I pondered the question as we drove through the Texas night without saying a word. After a while, it was getting awkward, so I decided to break the silence with a little bravado. Adopting my most macho voice, I bragged that a little slut in Kansas City had told me all about the Terrace View Apartments. She?d even given me a letter so that I could get in. Earl looked at me oddly as I promised him with false confidence that after I moved in, I would invite him over and we would see if all the rumors were true. Quickly cocking an eyebrow, he questioned me about my letter. I explained all about Danielle, and how she had arranged for me to get an apartment at the Terrace View complex. I felt like a real stud, but Earl?s mind was still strangely preoccupied elsewhere. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Earl forced a smile and said that the Davis triplets would have to wait. Not to worry though, I would meet them soon enough. Earl then told me to get in the backseat as he dialed a number and ordered some takeout from a local restaurant. I told him that I wasn?t hungry at all, but Earl just laughed and said that it wasn?t that kind of takeout. Remember that I was very tired, so it took me a while to figured out what was really going on. I finally got it when we pulled into the alley behind Sweet Surprises. Earl had just enough time to get the top up on his car when two transvestites minced over and got in the car. To my dismay, the ugliest one got in the backseat with me. ?Buckle up!? Earl said, and the ?girls? laughed and immediately bent over as we peeled out of the alley. I didn?t have a chance to protest, as within seconds the two transvestites had unzipped us and freed our cocks. Now admittedly I was very much aware that it was a man who was fondling me as we sped along the highway, so I wasn?t very aroused. At first. This guy had obviously had quite a bit of practice, and I found myself quickly forgetting my objections when his piping hot mouth engulfed my now hardening cock. It only took a few moments before the lights along the freeway started to blur and I erupted with a powerful orgasm. The transvestite never took his mouth off my crotch. Swallowing every drop, he continued to slurp on my deflated penis, trying to coax me back to hardness. Unfortunately, I was too exhausted to comply. Undaunted, the guy simply changed his focus and began bathing my testicles and anus with his talented tongue. It was very relaxing, something like a baby sucking on a pacifier, and I fell fast asleep to rhythmic feel and sounds and smells coming up from my now satisfied groin. I fell asleep once again convinced that this new life of mine was going to be off the charts! Chapter 3 - ?Bob and Candy? I woke up on the third day of my new life, sore all over from having slept the night in my car. Sore, but quite satisfied. After all, I?d been treated to a nighttime tour of Houston?s most erotic sights and capped off the evening with a backseat blowjob from a somewhat masculine, but admittedly very talented transvestite. I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes when I heard the soft tapping of fingernails on my window. I looked up through the cobwebs to see Bob, my waitress from last night looking in on me. He smiled at me as I rolled down the window. Bob the waitress asked me if I was okay, and I just grinned sheepishly and tried to make up an excuse. I told him that I was on my way to register for my new apartment at Terrace View, but Earl and I finished up too late last night to check in. Just like Earl had done last evening, Bob cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down. Finally, he laughed and invited me to come inside ?Sweet Surprises? for a cup of coffee. ?You?ll need to clean up first,? he said as he unlocked the door, ?if you want to have any chance of getting into Terrace View.? It was 1pm, and the bar wouldn?t open until two, so I had the luxury of sitting for an hour and talking to Bob as he put on his skimpy waitress dress and makeup. The transformation was incredible, as ?Bob? turned into a sexy woman before my very eyes?all the while chatting me up like it was no big deal. I tried to ask Bob, now Bobby, what he knew about the Terrace View Apartments, but I couldn?t get a straight answer so I eventually dropped the subject and just concentrated on how good Bobby was looking. Bobby started to notice my intentions, so she handed me a big pink towel and told me that I should grab a quick shower before the rest of the girls came in for their shifts. Which is how I found myself standing in an empty dressing room, imagining Candy, Misty, Denise, Rachael and the rest of the strippers getting ready for their various dance routines. In my imagination, I could almost hear them giggling and talking girl talk as they did their hair and shimmied into their revealing costumes. The thought was making me more than a little horny, and I decided to quickly hit the shower before one of the strippers walked in and found me masturbating in their dressing room. I went into the shower and carefully locked the door behind me. The warm water did wonders to sooth my aching muscles, except for the one that had been throbbing ever since I entered the dressing room. I soaped up, and spent a little extra time cleaning my penis. It felt great, so I closed my eyes and aimed the water spray directly at my groin. As I leaned back, something brushed against my face. I looked up and saw that one of the strippers had left her bra and panties drying on a hook. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn?t stop myself. Leaving the water running, I stepped out of the shower, dried off and nervously put on the pale pink bra and panty set. It was nothing but sheer lace, and every time that I moved, the lace scratched against my now-twitching cock, driving me closer to the point of orgasm. Indeed, it was as I was twisting about, trying to figure out how to fasten the bra strap when everything suddenly went blank and I started ejaculating non-stop into the lacy panties. It was an amazing orgasm, and I had to hold onto the shower rod to keep from falling to the floor. I stood there panting for a few minutes, appreciating how the fine lace had trapped all of my cum in its web. I was so enthralled that I must not have heard the key in the door, and it wasn?t until Candy the stripper giggled directly behind me that I realized that I had been caught. ?So,? she said as if nothing was wrong, ?You?re the guy who?s going to live at Terrace View?? I was too embarrassed to do anything but stammer in the affirmative. ?Don?t worry honey, you think I haven?t seen a man jacking off in a pair of panties before? How do you think I got started?? I tried to protest, but Candy just laughed and closed the door, telling me to clean up before the other girls came in. I quickly complied, embarrassed beyond belief and wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of there. Still, I thought as I was desperately rinsing out the cum- filled panties in the sink, Candy didn?t seem to be all that angry... I was planning out my escape when I noticed that the dressing room was quiet, so I poked my head out the door, and finding the room deserted, I cautiously crept toward the exit. I was busted as soon as I turned the corner. Candy and Bobby were out talking in the hallway, and by the way that they both burst into laughter when they saw me, I knew that they had been talking about my shower scene. Blushing bright red, I apologized as I quickly slid past the two women. I was shaking and at the point of tears when I felt a gentle hand take my arm from behind. It was Bobby, and she looked at me with such compassion that I stopped dead in my tracks. ?Hey, don?t go away mad,? Bobby said as she gave me a comforting smile. ?Stay for the show and I?ll treat you to lunch.? I wasn?t hungry, but I was in no condition to protest, so Bobby the shemale waitress led me to a seat at the edge of the stage and sat me down. ?Actually,? she said as she leaned in close to whisper in my ear, ?we think it?s pretty hot, finding a guy who likes lingerie as much as we ?girls? do.? Bobby left her lipstick mark on my cheek and then left to go find a sandwich and a beer. I had just about settled my nerves when the lights suddenly dimmed and music started pounding over the loudspeaker. In a burst of light, Candy appeared at the end of the stage dressed in a businessman?s suit and tie. She strutted down the runway officiously carrying a briefcase-- looking me directly in the eye the whole time (where else was she going to look? I was the only person in the place). Putting the briefcase on the floor, Candy bent over and basically shoved her ass right at me as she removed a pair of handcuffs from the case. She spun around, and smiling lecherously, she sauntered toward me, distracting me as she deftly locked my right hand to the rail at the edge of the stage. Candy stepped back and blew me a kiss, before proceeding to strip off the suit jacket and tie. Then, just as the music built in intensity, her white shirt burst open and Candy?s amazing breasts were revealed to be barely contained by a lacy pink bra. The same bra that I had just been wearing a few moments earlier. When she slipped out of her pants, I found that she was also wearing the pink lace panties, which were still wet. As I was the only person in the room and I was also handcuffed, Candy came down from the stage and proceeded to rub the wet lace all over my face and crotch. I was instantly hard again, and I reached to touch Candy?s magnificent breasts, but Candy wagged a finger teasingly at me and then handcuffed my left hand to my chair. Bobby came by with my lunch, and found Candy wiggling away on my lap. He/she handed over the food and several beers, and Candy began to erotically feed me. Some of the food went directly into my mouth; some of it went down my pants. Some of it went into Candy?s panties first before going into my mouth. And some of it was slathered onto Candy?s tits where I would try to lick up whatever was stuck in Candy?s mesmerizing cleavage. And there was also the cold beer, which was poured down my throat in between every bite. Actually, it wasn?t just poured, but rather the longneck bottle was gently but firmly pushed into my mouth so that I was deep-throating the bottle to get a sip. It was overwhelming my senses, as Candy?s fingers in my hair combined with the greasy food being ground into my lap by the rhythmic motions of Candy?s ass. It was all too much, and I let myself go and took the bottle all the way down my throat just as I burst forth in orgasm once again. The wet spot grew rapidly on my pants, but Candy wasn?t content. She continued dancing in my lap and had me rock hard again with just a few minutes. It was amazing. I?d certainly never experienced anything like this in my old life! And then, to my utter dismay, the song ended. Candy took a suggestive sip of my beer and discarded her bra by draping it over my head. She blew me a kiss and then strutted back to the dressing room, leaving my cock so hard that it hurt. And since my hands were both handcuffed, I wasn?t able to adjust the awkward tent that had formed in my pants. ?I think she likes you.? Bobby said as he came up behind me. ?Actually, we all like you.? Bobby said as she reached into my lap and gently pushed my penis flat against my stomach. Looking deep into my eyes, Bobby smiled and then kissed me full on the mouth. I wasn?t expecting this, and when the kiss finally ended, Bobby had unlocked my hands. Bobby then stuck her tongue into my ear before whispering in a soft, sultry voice, ?Go to the dressing room. Candy wants to show you how much she likes you.? All my trepidation had long since vanished, replaced only by the longing in my groin. My penis led the way, and I burst into the dressing room with a passion that I didn?t know I possessed. I walked directly over to Candy, and grabbing her long blonde hair, I pulled her to me and kissed her roughly. She was already half-naked, so it was no big deal to rip the lace panties from her body. I had guessed that Candy was also shemale, but I was surprised at how big she was. She was bigger than I was, and I wondered how she hid herself in her panties when she danced. But I?d find that out later. Right now, I was only thinking about fucking Candy. I picked her up and headed to the shower. Never taking my mouth off her perfect breasts, I positioned her under the warm water jet. Quickly stripping, I jumped in the shower and immediately started kissing up and down her body. I certainly didn?t stop when I reached Candy?s swelling penis, and attacked her now-stiff member like a madman. I bobbed up and down on her shaft for a few minutes before I felt somebody playing with my anus. I opened my eyes just in time to see Bobby?s reflection in the mirror ramming her cock into my ass. What a picture! In the steamy mirror I saw two wet shemales and me sandwiched in between them with their hard cocks pounding into me from both ends. I just rocked back and forth, enjoying the new sensations. Bobby started to stiffen behind me, and I was so concentrating on the feeling of her cum spurting into my behind that I didn?t notice that Candy was ready to ejaculate until she suddenly filled my mouth with her seed. I swallowed every drop and Candy commented that I?d make a pretty good shemale whore. I just smiled and said that beautiful shemales had an overwhelming affect on me. Now it was Candy?s turn to smile, and she said that she had something special for me to try. At this point I was game for anything. After all, I?d never had any sexual experiences like this in my old life. So I was led out to the dressing room where Bobby and Candy laid me back onto a big padded board. They pulled several straps out from underneath which locked my torso firmly against the board. My legs were pulled up to meet my body and were similarly fastened down. Throughout all of this Candy and I were making out so I wasn?t too concerned about being tied up. But Bobby got my attention when she started shoving a large greased pole up my ass. Then she slipped a noose around my testicles and yanked down roughly before locking them to the base of the pole sticking so deeply inside me. My feet rested on the base, so I could fuck myself with the pole by simply pushing up and down with my toes. Finally my hands were locked up next to my head and Bobby and Candy laughed in triumph as they brought forth several other padded boards, which were quickly turned into a solid box. The only opening was positioned directly in front of my mouth, and my face was pulled forward so that it was held securely against the opening.. I was plunged into complete darkness, and if I thought that I couldn?t move before, I was unprepared for the expanding padding, which was suddenly inflated by using a pressurized air tank. I was being crushed from all sides, and even the pole in my behind (which was now vibrating nicely) seemed to grow thicker and longer with the added air pressure. I would have screamed out in pain, but an inflatable penis had suddenly expanded into my mouth. I couldn?t breathe at first, but Bobby told me to suck hard. I found that as I sucked in on the blow up penis gag, it opened up enough to allow some air into my lungs. I had to keep sucking constantly or I would die of asphyxiation! I don?t know how long I stayed immobilized in the tiny box, but I could feel myself being wheeled around. I was shoved roughly against the wall, and relieved when the penis gag was finally removed. But my relief was short lived, as a real penis, which slowly pumped in and out of my mouth, quickly replaced it. ?So who?s in the box?? an unknown man?s voice asked, never slowing down his thrusts. Candy just laughed from somewhere nearby. ?He?s a new guy, going to live at Terrace View, so we?re sort of helping him get ready.? The unknown man grunted his approval and within minutes he shot into my mouth. ?Not bad,? the man said and left. Then I heard Candy somewhere close by. ?Having fun?? she asked. I thought long and hard and realized that I was enjoying myself and I told her so. ?Good,? Candy squealed in delight. ?We?re going to have a lot of fun. I?m going to keep you under my dressing table all day today. You can help me get ready for my routines.? I told her that was okay by me, but my mouth was so dry that I could use some water. It wasn?t water that Candy pissed into my mouth. I started to retch in shock, but Candy?s cock worked its way in between my urine and cum-soaked lips, and I forgot my distaste concentrated on making her happy. That was the routine for the rest of the day. After a while the air pressure was reduced, but I was still kept boxed up with the pole buzzing in my ass and a cock pounding into my mouth all afternoon. Candy and the other strippers used me, as did some of the men from the audience. Bob introduced me to Steve, the bartender?or at least Steve the bartender?s penis. All and all, I probably sucked fifteen cocks that afternoon, and I thought about the woman at the all-night adult video store that Earl had shown me. I knew how she felt, and I wondered if she enjoyed her predicament as much as I enjoyed mine. I was thinking about this when I erupted once again in orgasm. My cum splashed against the rubber, mixed with my sweat and slowly trickled down to my feet. With this spurt, I sunk into exhaustion and since there wasn?t another penis to suck right then, I fell asleep inside my confining box. I came to a few hours later to find Candy and Bobby gently prodding me awake. I had been sleeping in the corner of the dressing room while the other strippers got ready, oblivious to my presence. Candy and Bobby helped me to the shower, as my muscles were a bit unsteady. They both gently washed and dried me until I felt that I had enough strength to continue by myself. Bobby was brushing out my hair as Candy had me step into a pair of her silk panties. I didn?t object. Bobby asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I truthfully told her yes. ?Good,? she said. ?Wait until you move into Terrace View. You?ll have access to stuff like this every day.? I grinned broadly and wondered if I could get somebody like Candy all boxed up and waiting for me at my apartment. Once again, I blessed this new life of mine. Fifteen minutes later I was climbing into Candy?s car for a quick ride to the Terrace View Apartments. She dropped me off at the front gate and gave me a big kiss before letting me out of the car. ?I don?t even know your name,? she said with a laugh. I started to tell her what it was, but she stopped me and said that I could tell her next time we met. ?It will give me something to look forward to,? she said before driving off and leaving me at the front gate. Chapter 4 - ?Andrea? Standing alone on the street outside the Terrace View Apartment complex, I found myself shaking uncontrollably with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Physical exhaustion probably had a lot to do with my nerves as well. After all, I?d only begun what I had hoped would be a new life a few days earlier--and I?d already enjoyed more sexual adventure in those few short days than I had in my previous lifetime. All the sex had been fantastic, but I wasn?t used to so much activity, nor the constant state of sexual arousal that I?d been in ever since I left Kansas City. I smiled as I remembered Danielle, and the butt plug that she?d erotically shoved into my ass before I started my long drive to Houston. I recalled Earl, and a shiver ran down my spine as I thought about all the erotic sights that he could show me. And of course, I thought about Bobby and Candy--how could I not? My muscles still carried the pleasant ache of being boxed up all day as their personal oral sex machine. My cock stirred again as I recalled that in the past few days I?d not only met and had sex with my first shemale, but I?d sucked her cock as well. And that was just the beginning. I?d probably sucked twenty cocks in the past few days, something unthinkable just a week ago, and had enjoyed each and every one of them. I had even started to dream about big throbbing penises that shot loads of thick cum down my waiting throat and into my clenching ass. As I reflected on my erotic dreams and real-life experiences, my own penis strained to slip free from the silky panties that I was wearing underneath my pants. I mindlessly started to rub myself right there on the street. The silk felt so good against my now fully erect cock, and I resolved to never go back to boxer shorts again. That?s when it hit me. I suddenly knew why I was so nervous about the Terrace View Apartments. I was going to be living at a place where, according to rumors, (which I now completely believed) I would soon have access to as many shemale slaves as I could shake my dick at. It was a fantasy come true, and certainly a fitting way start off this new life of mine. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I suspected that I might enjoy being the shemale slut more than the slut master. And that was not what I had in mind when I thought about a new life, a new job with new friends and a new set of sexual experiences. It was all too much for me to handle. Here I was, standing alone in the street, carrying nothing but a letter of introduction and wearing a pair of pink silk panties under my boy clothes. I didn?t even have the keys to my car, and I couldn?t quite remember where I had left them. I was loosing my nerve. Perhaps, I thought, I?d better go back to the bar and see if I could find my keys. Perhaps, I reasoned, I?d better forget about this sexy new life and concentrate on my new job instead. That was the smart thing to do, so I started to walk away, secure in the knowledge that I was doing the smart thing in this situation. But there was something about the apartment complex that called out to me. I wanted to put it out of my mind, but I couldn?t stop staring at the lavish towers that peaked out over the fence. And that fence?I wondered what pleasures hid behind it? I had to know. The curiosity was too much, and I ultimately gave in and decided to walk the perimeter. I just had to know what went on behind the tall fence At the very least, the walk would calm my nerves. Not to mention that the motion from my walk felt really good as it caused my silk panties to slide wonderfully against my still-erect cock. Returning my mind to my task, I quickly realized that the privacy fence did its job well, as I was unable to glimpse anything inside the complex. However the late-evening breeze was not so constrained, and I could smell delicious food roasting on a nearby grill. I could hear the tinkling, laughing sounds of sophisticated men and women enjoying themselves at a hidden party just a few feet beyond the border. I smiled as I though about how nice it might be to hang out with that well-to-do crowd. I could see myself, dressed in an expensive suit, lounging about the grounds as I chatted up the most beautiful women in Houston. I would sip expensive wine served by beautiful transvestites who would drop to their knees and give me a blowjob right there at the party if I so ordered. But then the conflicting image came back as I suddenly saw myself dressed as the slutty French maid, serving wine and blowjobs to those at the party. I knew then and there that I couldn?t risk living here because sooner or later my fantasies would be revealed and then I?d really be fucked. No pun intended. So I took a resolving breath, and was about to leave when a large hand suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. I screamed like a girl as I turned to find myself faced with the biggest security guard I had ever seen. He towered above me, and I immediately noticed that his over-muscled body threatened to burst out of his uniform. Truth be told, I also noticed that his pants could barely contain the bulge in his crotch. How could I not notice? It was huge, and practically at eye level. I froze--visions of police brutality racing through my mind. To my relief, the guard?s voice was courteous when he asked if he could be of any assistance. I swallowed hard and stammered something about being lost. Fortunately he bought my story and even offered to help me with directions. But I didn?t hear a word he said, as my eyes kept dropping down to the massive bulge in his crotch. It was as big as anything that I had ever fantasized about, and I suddenly thought that it would be quite nice if this security guard would just throw me down and fill me from behind with his meat. Overwhelmed by this image and the memories of the past few days, something snapped inside of me, and I suddenly blurted out that I had a letter to give to the manager. The guard stopped talking and regarded me suspiciously for a moment as I held out my letter with shaking hands. I think I saw a hint of a smile form on his face when he ripped open the envelope and read the letter inside (something that I hadn?t thought to do). He read the letter twice, looked me over once again, and then abruptly ordered me to follow him inside the compound. I felt like a little boy following this giant of a man through the front gates. I certainly felt out-of-place here, and I instinctively kept my eyes lowered until we entered into a well-furnished office. ?Wait here,? he ordered and then left, ominously locking the door behind him. I stood in this expensive room for almost a half an hour, too frightened to sit down on one of the fancy couches; too scared to explore the room or even dare look out the window. I was shaking again, and I had now broken out into a sweat. I worried that I would drip onto the expensive carpet. I was so nervous that I felt that the room was watching my every movement. I swear, I could even hear the walls breathing. But I kept coming back to the image of me dressed as a sissy slut, thrown across the desk in front of me with my skirt flipped over my back while the security guard plowed into me from behind. Once again, I found myself inadvertently rubbing myself through my silky panties as I daydreamed about being a shemale slut who worked at the Terrace View Apartments. I was so aroused that I began to reach inside my pants, but just then, a door at the back of the room burst open and a stunning dark-haired woman strode imperiously into the room. For only a second, I thought that she might be one of the rumored slaves, but she carried herself with such regal poise that I instantly sensed that she would never stoop to serve anybody. Especially not someone like me. She regarded at me just once, and then slid effortlessly into the leather chair behind her desk and proceeded to ignore me completely. Reading my letter, she pausing every once and a while to close her eyes and smile with what looked like almost orgasmic delight. It was very arousing, standing there watching her and wondering what caused her such pleasure. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was certain that the scent of female arousal hung on the air. Then to my surprise, she pulled a Polaroid picture out of the envelope. I couldn?t see what was in the image, but I feared that it was proof of my one-night relationship with Danielle. I started to hyperventilate, and had trouble composing myself. The woman didn?t even seem to notice me. She logged on to her computer and read some documents. I stood waiting, anxiously watching her for fifteen long minutes. Just once did I think to speak, but as I cleared my throat her arched eyebrow immediately shut my mouth. Finally, she smiled mockingly as she ripped the letter into quarters and flung it and the Polaroid into a nearby wastepaper basket. ?This is rather presumptuous,? she said at last. ?We are fully staffed at the moment.? I didn?t know how to respond. Was this a test? Or a blanket rejection? Was I supposed to beg? Or demand to be let in? Ultimately, I chickened out. I apologized for wasting her time. But the woman didn?t dismiss me or even move to unlock the door. She just sat there regarding me coldly. For the second time in a few short days, I felt completely naked as she looked me over from head to toe. Once again, I could hear what sounded like muffled breathing and now it seemed to be coming from underneath the desk. From the sounds, the smell of sex and the rumors I had heard before, I decided that there was in fact somebody hidden underneath the desk, and I instinctively knew that he (or she) had been sexually servicing this woman from the moment that she sat down. The cold woman caught my eyes darting about, and she smiled cruelly. ?Tell me about Danielle,? she demanded. ?Tell me about Candy and the others that you serviced at the club this afternoon. And most importantly,? she added with a threat in her voice, ?tell me why I should even allow you the pleasure of thinking about serving here?? My mind reeled. How much did she know? What did the letter say? What was in the picture? What was on the computer? How did she know about Candy? Did she even know that I was wearing panties at that very moment? It was all too much for me. I felt faint and the room started to spin. But the cruel woman was only annoyed at not being answered immediately. She pushed a button on her desk and the security guard quickly appeared. ?Remove him from these premises,? she ordered, and the guard grabbed me and effortlessly began to drag me from the room. I experienced something like having your life flash in front of you when you?re about to die. But instead, it was images from my new life that filled my vision. In my mind?s eye, I saw myself on my knees servicing countless men and women. I saw my body transformed into that of a very sexy woman. I saw long periods of tight bondage, severe punishments and unimaginable sexual pleasure. I was being dragged roughly out of the room, but I clearly saw that this is what I wanted?more than that, this was what I needed! It may not have been what I had envisioned when I started out on my new life, but it was certainly the life that I honestly desired now. I managed to scream out and somehow wrested myself free from the guard?s grip. I ran back into the office and threw myself prone across the desk and pleaded with a trembling voice to be allowed to stay. ?I?ll do anything, be anything, just don?t kick me out!? I pleaded with as much sincerity as I could muster. The woman was unimpressed with my declaration. Desperate, I surged onward. ?I only met Danielle three days ago, but she completely changed my life. Please ma?am, turn me into a Danielle. Make me a sissy-slut. It?s what I want. It?s what I need. Tell me what to do and I?ll prove how much I need to be here. Anything you say, I?ll do. I?ll prove that I deserve to be here!? With this last statement, a smile finally formed on the cruel woman?s face. She rose and took my face in her hands and looked me straight in the eyes. ?If I take you in, you will do what I say, no matter what...? I didn?t let her finish as I had burst into tears. Through my sobs, I promised ?Yes Mistress, anything.? ?We?ll see,? she answered and then abruptly turned to the guard. ?Take him to the theater. You may do with him as you please, but have him tied up on the altar by midnight.? Then she strode out of the room. I turned to find that the guard was looking at me with a sadistic leer on his face. ?Strip,? he ordered, and I thought that my fantasy of being fucked over the desk was about to come true. But no sooner had I undressed than the guard suddenly slammed his nightstick into my exposed testicles and I collapsed to the floor. ?Don?t worry,? he said sneering, ?They won?t bother you for long.? It was sheer agony, and the guard took advantage of my incapacitation by handcuffing my hands behind my back. He also blindfolded me and buckled a thick leather collar around my neck. Finally, he snapped a padlock around my swelling testicles, and attaching a chain to the lock. He pulled me to my feet and dragged me naked out the door. I stumbled blindly forward, desperate to keep up and avoid the painful yanking of the chain on my ravished balls. I staggered out into the cool night air, and by the sudden sound of nearby laughter, I realized that I was being led naked directly through a large gathering of people. I wasn?t given time to reflect on who had seen me. I was dragged onward, and after a long and rapid trek, was finally led into a large room where my blindfold was removed. A short chain was locked to my testicles and was fastened securely to an eyebolt sticking out of the floor. My handcuffs were unlocked, but they were replaced with individual wrist cuffs, which were immediately attached to chains that hung from the ceiling. The guard laughed and said, ?now let?s you and me get to know each other better.? He hit a button on the wall, and the chains attached to my arms pulled me up into the air until I was stretched taught, my body being pulled upward by my arms, but my testicles keeping me firmly tethered just a few feet from the ground. It felt like my testicles were about to be ripped from my body. The guard just laughed at my pain as he undressed in front of me. As I had suspected, he was covered with nothing but muscle, and the most impressive muscle was the one that that rose jutting out from his groin. His cock was huge, but I didn?t get long to look at it, because the guard walked behind me, and without any notice, began to shove his monster tool into my ass. I was being ripped apart. The guard raped me as I was strung up, and didn?t care how much pain I suffered through. After just a few thrusts, the pain was so intense that I blacked out. I don?t know how long I was unconscious, but when I came to, I found myself blindfolded once again and strapped securely to a padded bench in the middle of the room. My ass throbbed painfully, and I could feel the guard?s thick cum still oozing out of me. There was so much cum inside me, I guessed that the guard wasn?t the only one who had raped me while I was unconscious. But more impressive than the feelings in my violated ass was the sound of the people who surrounded me. Blindfolded, it was hard to tell how many people were watching me, but I guessed that there were hundreds gathered around to watch the show. Eventually a sultry voice rose up behind me and announced, ?Ladies and gentlemen, Mistress Andrea.? There was polite applause and the cruel woman I had met earlier came forward and ripped the mask from my eyes. She waited for the applause to die down before beginning. ?This impertinent man came to me today, obviously unprepared to serve here, but still insisting that we allow him the opportunity to prove himself.? The crowd laughed as Mistress Andrea turned to me. ?Well, here?s his opportunity.? ?I don?t know what his name is; and I don?t care to know. In a few moments he will become Michelle, and will be a welcome addition to our staff here?if he is truly sincere about proving his worth.? More laughter. Mistress Andrea snapped her fingers and a man stepped forward, dropped his trousers and shoved his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face, but still allowed me to see what looked like a large guillotine that was being wheeled forward. Two more men stepped forward and untied my legs, which were spread outward and held fast by two chains while the man continued to fuck my face. I was having trouble breathing, but it didn?t stop the man as he suddenly stiffened and my mouth was filled with his ejaculate. He pulled free, and a second man had shoved his stiff cock into my mouth even before I had a chance to swallow the first man?s semen. Mistress Andrea leaned forward and whispered in my ear as the stranger?s cock shoved relentlessly into my mouth. ?Michelle, if you truly wish to serve here, you will have to prove your desire. We do not need any more male slaves. If you wish to join our maid staff, you need to be castrated before you can begin your journey to becoming the sissy-slut you asked me to make you into.? One of my hands was then released from its bond and placed on a nearby lever. Simultaneously, I felt my testicles being pulled through something sharp and metallic. Each time the man pounded into my mouth, his force caused the metal to cut into my flesh. Mistress Andrea continued whispering in my ear. ?The decision is yours,? she said. ?Pull the lever and you will no longer be a man. The blade will quickly take of your tiny balls and we will begin turning you into the perfect little sissy slut you said you wanted to become. But you have to prove yourself first. Pull the lever and we will begin.? I took just a moment, feeling the cock slamming relentlessly into my mouth, the metal biting at my testicles and the semen that continued to leak free from my over-stretched sphincter. My muscles ached, and my mind was screaming at the enormity of what I was being asked to do. But somewhere deep inside, I heard a tiny voice struggling to be heard. It was Michelle, and she reassured me that my new life was about to begin in earnest. She told me to pull the lever, and I trusted her enough to do so. There was a loud grating sound of steel scraping against steel, and the man fucking my mouth ejaculated just as the guillotine blade descended. Blood and semen spurted freely, and the crowd cheered as I my world went black. Chapter 5 - ?Marciela? I woke sometime during the night and found myself gagged, blindfolded and tied up, spread-eagle across a large outdoor bench. The night breeze brought goose bumps to my already spent flesh, and I moaned into my gag in pain as I tried to adjust my body to a more comfortable position. Comfort was not to be had, as I couldn?t move even an inch in my restrictive bondage. It was then, as I was testing my restraints that I realized that the ropes were pulling me apart in five distinct places?both arms, legs and also my testicles, which were very sore but surprisingly still attached to my body! I was left alone for