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Blackmailed Sissy Whore Part 1 It's amazing how quickly life can spiral out of control. One moment your enjoying what you think is just a little harmless indulgence in your submissive crossdressing fantasy life when, out of nowhere, your life is turned upside down. It was a Saturday morning in February, 2020. I was a single guy, living the dream. I had a really good job and was living in a 2 bedroom apartment in an upscale complex a few miles South of Pittsburgh. I had transformed the second bedroom into a home office, as I was able to work remotely, and took full advantage of that opportunity. I was a closeted submissive crossdresser, but that didn't mean every waking minute of the day was open to dressing up. There were a lot of video conferences, and Zoom meetings with department heads, but I did wear what I could during working hours. For the most part, I was seated while video conferencing and Zoom meetings, so I wore women's slacks, with panties and pantyhose of course. And I would wear my 3 ? inch heels all day as well. As time went on, I got more adventurous. I started wearing a bra under my men's button down shirt! Then I added a camisole! That was as adventurous as I got for work. But it was quite a thrill being that feminized, especially while doing Zoom meetings with some of the female department heads! I'd often wished I could have taken it farther, but I was too afraid of someone finding out about my secret fantasies and desires to be feminized to try. I thought about getting my ears pierced, or getting a more unisex, or even feminine hairstyle, to see if anyone would even say anything. It was the first week of March when I finally got up the nerve to try something different with my hair. I went to a Cost Cutters a few miles from my apartment just as they were opening. It was a Saturday, and I decided to have some fun! I wore women's jeans and a women's button down shirt, with bra and panties of course, I also added a pair of neutral, but decidedly women's style flats. Being the first, and only customer in the shop, I asked the stylist is she could help me pick a new look. She asked what I looking for, and I told her I was looking for something that could look more like a women's style, but could be styled into a more neutral look for work. Her coworker, who had obviously been listening in said, "I thought that was a women's top. Jeans too?" she asked. I told her yes, I was wearing all women's clothes. "Nice," she said, "you have a very feminine face. You could pass if you tried. Maybe if you shaped your eyebrows a little, and did your make-up!" They talked about styles for a minute, and told me I could definitely get away with wearing a pixie cut. Mousse it up for girl time, comb it down for work. 30 minutes later I was walking out of Cost Cutters, my pixie cut moussed out to the most feminine style at their insistence. People were still working in the office. The lockdowns hadn't kicked in yet, but the Zoom meetings became more and more frequent for safety sake. We were spending more and more time video conferencing. I always tried to keep my appearance neutral at the least, although I started adding small things to help me feel more feminine. I added a gold rope chain necklace and matching bracelet on my right wrist. I also added neutral looking women's watch on my left wrist. I also started using Lady Speed Stick, baby powder scented, and wearing perfume. I was in heaven! I really wished I could dress the part for work. I had so many pretty dresses and skirts, and soft, pretty blouses and skirt suits. I really wished I had the nerve to come out as the submissive sissy I was. I tried my best to plod along as I was. I realized how comfortable I was becoming with the dressing I've been doing, and how careless I was becoming about not letting anyone see my feminine leanings. I realized after one zoom meeting with several department heads that the top three buttons of my shirt were unbuttoned, and the lace of my camisole was potentially visible if someone really looked. No one ever said anything, but that incident prompted me to rein it in a little! In the meantime, my fantasies were running wild. I often fantasized about one of the female department heads finding out about my submissive sissy desires, and she would blackmail me into becoming her live in secretary/maid! Usually that would be about the scope of my fantasy, but things were evolving fast. What were always Female dominant fantasies soon morphed into really intense Blackmail fantasies. Before long, they became more forced Bi fantasies, where she would make me submit to men for her amusement to keep her from revealing my secret to everyone at work! Of course she would video these humiliating acts, gaining more and more leverage over me. One department head, Marissa, was more often the star of these forced Bi fantasies. That definitely made Zoom meetings very interesting. I was really getting into the subtle feminization I was doing for work! The day before everything went south, and the lockdowns started, I went to a nail salon for the first time ever. Dressed in all women's clothes again, I got a clear gel manicure! I asked the girl doing my nails to leave them as long as possible, and that I preferred a rounded look. The girl, Vietnamese or Korean, I'm not sure, asked, "Like girl nails?" To which I replied, "Yes, like girl nails." 25 minutes later I walked out of the salon with VERY high gloss, clear gel, and feminine looking nails. It was a week after the lockdowns went into effect, "15 days to flatten the curve," that everything changed. The office was shut down, and everyone was working from home. Bored out of my mind, I searched for some hard femdom, feminization, forced bi sites! My Marissa fantasies were starting to get really intense! I'm talking extreme humiliation stuff. Forced street corner hooker fantasies, where I was put to work and forced to hand over every penny to her, or having her lock me into a gloryhole booth for the night! I started writing about these fantasies in my word program, giving them harmless names like 'work schedule', or 'overtime hours'. But they were actually very depictive, detailed stories about being blackmailed and pimped out by Marissa. I found the premise to be very arousing, almost to distraction. I found myself getting more and more into self-bondage on the weekends. I also had some toys I never really experimented with much, but now developed a new interest in. One of my new favs was a metal chastity cage I bought! I thought it would be fun, and very cruel, to not be able to become aroused, or touch myself, or masturbate! I'd fantasize about Marissa locking it on me, and telling me she would remove it for 5 minutes only after I earn her $1,000.00. I couldn't buy my freedom outright with money I had in the bank, it had to be earned from being pimped out. I'd be given 5 minutes to masturbate, and whether I cum or not, I would be locked in chastity once again. Another favorite I bought when I became aware that Marissa was a big dog lover! I fantasized about her leash training me. She would teach me new commands, and enforce her training with a shock collar. The twist was, the shock receiver would be strapped behind my chastity cage, effectively shocking the base of my balls. The system I bought had shock levels from 1 to 100. I experimented briefly with it, and found I really couldn't take more than a 35 shock, and even that was intense. I couldn't really work up the nerve to press the button. But I knew that if someone got their hands on that transmitter, they could probably make me do anything they wanted. Of course that went into the Marissa database of stories. I also bought a collection of dildos called the 'deepthroat trainer". These were three dildos, starting off at 6" and very thin, then 7" and a little thicker, then one 9" and pretty thick! Of course I would fantasize that Marissa expected me to be a pro deepthroater, and would order me to practice so I could be a good whore for her. Of course there was a file with this fantasy as well. Zoom meetings with Marissa were becoming very difficult, and distracting to say the least! If she only knew what was going through my mind during those meetings. As the pandemic wore on, I developed more devious ways of feeding my fantasies. I also found another star of my fantasies as well. A new HR director was hired in September. Her name was Janice Proctor. I was instantly taken by her appearance. She had long blonde hair. She was in her mid-thirties, but looked much younger. Soon, my fantasies morphed to star both Marissa and Janice. I was their whore, their secretary, and their feminization of me grew to have no boundaries. I started fantasizing about them forcing me to take female hormones, and eventually they would take me to some clinic where female doctors would perform feminization surgeries on me. My vocal cords would be altered until I had a soft, feminine voice. Body shaping, facial feminization, butt implants and eventually DD breast implants would be done to me. They would turn me into a total bimbo. I would then be forced to pay off their generosity by being pimped out 24/7. I started creeping their social media pages. Facebook was a treasure trove of pictures. I would save their pics from Facebook, as well as pics from the company website, and caption them, usually as Mistress, or Goddess Marissa and Janice. I started incorporating these pics and captions into the fantasies I'd create for them! Before long, I was adding pics of me dressed in one of my ever growing wardrobe of outfits. I would caption them 'Mistress Marissa's sissy secretary. Or Mistress Janice's sissy slave. Zoom meetings became quite challenging as my fantasies grew, seeing my 2 mistress' on a daily basis. On Friday, in the evenings, I would play with some self-bondage. I had been doing more and more self-bondage scenes lately, fantasizing that my mistress' have tied and left me, but were planning on calling some guy friends of theirs to come keep me company. I would have to earn release from them by doing any depraved things they wanted to do to me. I had a technique for releasing myself from bondage. I would freeze two short pieces of rope with loops on the ends into a block of ice about three inches in diameter. It would usually take about three hours for this size block to thaw to the point the two pieces of rope would release, but I found I could speed up the process by melting it a little with hot water. One loop I would attach to a hook in the ceiling, and the other I would feed the rope holding the keys to my padlocks through. The rope with the keys would be attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling directly above where I planned on being bound, so when the ice melted enough, and the pieces of rope thawed loose, the keys would swing down to where I could get them, and get loose. The ice block and keys in place, I set to getting myself bound, gagged and blindfolded. I was dressed in one of my favorite secretary outfits, full make-up, and wig. I had the leather wrist and ankle cuffs locked on, so I put the two padlocks where I could easily find them on the floor. I strapped the 4" penis gag into my mouth, of course fantasizing it was Marissa, or Janice doing it, and tightly strapped on the blindfold. Total darkness! I got the two padlocks and hooked them to the D-rings on the wrist cuffs, then carefully held the right lock and guided it to the D-ring of the right ankle cuff. After a few tries, the padlock found the D-ring, and with a slight twist and push on the lock, my right wrist was locked to my right ankle cuff. I repeated the same steps with my left wrist, and soon, I was locked and helpless! The next step was to complete to helplessness. I leaned carefully to my right, further and further, until I toppled onto my right shoulder, and rolled onto my stomach. I was basically hogtied, and at the mercy of the melt rate of the ice. It seemed like hours, but eventually the keys swung down, and after several frantic minutes, I was free! Then, it happened. The day that changed everything. It was a Saturday morning, early March 2021. I woke up a little early, and put on some coffee and turned on the morning news. I was still a little sore from the previous night's bondage session. Apparently, I didn't account for the chilly evening, and was stuck for almost 2 ? hours before the ice melted enough to release the keys. I had worn the chastity cage of course, so as I became more and more aroused by my helpless situation, I became more and more 'restricted' in my cage. I poured a cup of coffee, and went to my office to work on my latest Marissa fantasy. God, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate during our Zoom meetings! I right clicked my mouse to wake up my computer, as I've done countless times, only to find nothing but a remote access text box on a black screen. "Your files have been seized and an investigation may soon be launched regarding the contents of your hard drive. Be warned, the entire contents of your hard drive will be made public if an investigation is launched. This includes all Word documents, downloaded files and photos, internet browser history, Email accounts and contacts, and stored picture and video files. Some very disturbing items were detected on your hard drive. You may call this number, 1-800-697-5283, if you wish to avoid the exposure of your files, and any sensitive private information, to those who may have been affected by your actions. An email containing all files and references to a Marissa Branson has been prepared and will be sent to Ms. Branson from your contacts list, and will appear to be sent by you. A similar email will also be sent to a Ms. Janice Proctor, Director of human resources, also from your contacts list. To temporarily halt the execution of this email, call this number before in the designated amount of time allotted expires. Call 1-800-697-5283." What the fuuuuuuuck?? At that, a 10 minute count down timer started, and so did the racing in my brain! Can this really happen? Can someone really take over a computer like this? Oh my god, if this is real, I'd rather die that have Marissa and Janice see the things I have fantasized about them! Apparently, it can happen. I'm soooooo screwed! If Marissa and Janice found out, everyone would find out. I would definitely lose my job. I would have to move! The forced bi fantasies, the forced to be their street corner whore and gloryhole slave. The femdom fantasies of them dressing in leather and training and dominating me into being their secretary, their sissy maid. I see little choice. I have to at least call, and buy some time. I call with 1:30 left on the counter. This has to be some kind of joke. I dial, and it rings only once. "Do not speak slave Aleasha, listen and obey. I have sent a copy of the emails I have prepared for Marissa Branson and Janice Proctor to your inbox for you to review. I will grant you VERY limited access to your email to show you just how dire your current situation is. Again, you may not speak, only listen and obey. Check your inbox now, and if you try doing anything except open my email, I will immediately send the emails to Marissa and Janice. Once you have viewed and verified the contents as something you wouldn't want anyone to see, you will say, "I am ready to obey Master." You have 60 seconds." OMG. It's all there. All my fantasy files, web history, captioned pics of Mistress Marissa and Mistress Janice! And MANY pics of me dressed in my feminine 'office attire'. I see no choice. "I am ready to obey Master." Shit, shit shit! What the fuck am I going to do now? This could ruin me. Definitely cost me my job. I'd definitely have to move! I'm going to listen and obey. Master? The voice on the phone is disguised, but definitely a man's voice. What is his angle? What does he want? Is it money? I'm far from wealthy. I live comfortably, but by no means am I a candidate for blackmail! And what's with this slave shit anyway? "You will do as I say. Listen and follow every instruction, as any transgression may result in the sending of the emails you just reviewed. Again, you are not to speak. Listen and obey. Upon completion of this phone call, and your acceptance of your current situation, you will dress as follows." He obviously knows what type of women's clothing I own. "You will call the nearest nail salon, and schedule a mani-pedi for yourself. You will select a deep red polish for your toe and fingernails, and request a high gloss top coat. You will then go to the nearest drug store or retail store and buy two bottles of hair remover. I'll expect you to be completely smooth and hairless from the eyebrows down. Make sure the cashier sees your pretty red nails. You will return to your apartment and begin getting ready. Shower and remove all hair from your eyebrows down. You will dress in appropriate female office attire. COMPLETELY! That includes make-up, your pretty pixie cut styled as feminine as possible, your breast forms, and a minimum 3 ?" open toe heels. You are forbidden to wear your usual slacks! In fact, a dress and full slip will be the only acceptable option. You will prepare a purse containing make-up, perfume, and a wallet with cash to pay for parking. You will prepare a small bag, in which you will pack your wrist and ankle restraints, with padlocks, collar and leash, penis gag, blindfold, chastity devise with BOTH keys, and the shock collar and transmitter. At 8:45 pm tonight, you will walk to your car, dressed as mandated above, with your purse and bag, and drive into Pittsburgh. You will enter the Third avenue parking garage between Wood St. and Liberty, and park on the top level. Once there, you will take your purse and your bag, get out of your car, and lock it, placing the car keys in your purse. You will move behind your car, and lock on the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then, you will put on your collar and leash. Once leashed, you will gag yourself with the penis gag, and then blindfold yourself. Lastly, you will clip the keys to your padlocks to the D-ring of your collar, and lock your hands behind you. Once these steps are completed, you will await my arrival to collect you. I will collect you promptly at 9:15. If you are not ready as instructed, the emails will be sent immediately. This is your only option to begin negotiations. Any transgression will result in your complete dismissal and exposure. Do not speak. Listen and obey" Then the line went dead! Oh,,,,,,,my,,,,,,,god! What have I gotten myself into? I've often fantasized about going out dressed completely in one of my most feminine dresses and heels, but could never get up the nerve. Now, this man I don't even know is expecting me to not only go out fully dressed, but get into my car, drive into town and park in a parking garage on a Saturday night, and wait for him bound, gagged and blindfolded. And for what I had NO idea. Yet, I had no choice but to obey him. I started considering calling back, and tell him to go ahead, send the emails. Pretend not to care, but soon realized what a life changing mistake that would be on my part. If this was for real, and he sent them, I would die of embarrassment. He said this would begin negotiations. Maybe I could still get out of this if I just follow his instructions this one time, and reasoned with him, negotiated. Yeah, right. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that this wouldn't be very easy to resolve. And that I was in FAR worse trouble than I really knew. And at that moment of stark realization, I ran to the bathroom, and threw up! What could I do? I wasn't holding any cards that could bluff my way out of this with! I had Siri locate nail salons, and I called to make an appointment as soon as possible. The girl who answered told me I could stop by now, as they weren't really busy. I quickly dressed as instructed, which included a bra, with my smaller breast forms, panties, women's jeans and tank, with a women's button down , left unbuttoned as instructed, and a pair of decidedly feminine flats with black trouser socks. I won't bore you with details of my excursion, just to say that I felt so humiliated at the salon as the few women there watched me get my nails painted deep red. And when the cashier at the Walgreens commented on how pretty my nails looked. I was never so relieved as when I got back to my apartment, and locked the door! It was a little after 1:00 when I got home. I went to my office to make sure this all wasn't some big mistake, maybe a bad dream that I thought was real. Unfortunately, when I woke my computer up, a text box appeared. "Uh,uh,uhhhhhh Aleasha. After we negotiate tonight, and you accept my terms, I will grant you enough access to your computer that you will be able to work Monday. You will, however, be unable to alter, or delete many files on your hard drive. Work on making yourself pretty for me, girl. Your career will depend on how far you're willing to go to appease me. If you disappoint me in any way, perhaps you can appease Marissa, or Janice, or your boss Jeff Harrison, or that cute new secretary, Allison Larkin, who you worked into that fantasy where Marissa and Janice made you two have a blowjob race. That one was entertaining! Tied back to back, 6 guys each, last one done went into a gloryhole for 24 hrs. straight to improve her skills! You're a sick one Aleasha. So depraved! How you were right there with her, both of you sucking off your 6th guy, but of course Allison won, and you got locked in the gloryhole. I have an email for Ms. Larkin as well, with this fantasy included. Poor Allison. If she only knew what you were thinking about her. See you at 9:15, slave, if you want these secrets kept." Needless to say, I prepared as instructed. Though I really didn't think I could be truly prepared for the direction my life would take that night! But my choices were very limited, or non-existent. At 8:45 sharp, I stood at my apartment door, suddenly slammed with the reality of what I was about to do. I hoped I looked passable enough from a distance that I wouldn't attract much attention. 8:45 was early, and at least being early March, it was dark already. I summoned all the courage I could, stepped outside, closed the door, and locking the deadbolt, and walked briskly to my car. I realized he wasn't giving much time to hesitate. If I was to be ready on time, I just had to keep moving, and hope the trip was uneventful. The drive down Rte. 51 to the Liberty Tunnels was frustrating to say the least. It seemed I was catching every light. Time was ticking, but the worst part was the creepers. The guys in the cars next to me were constantly creeping up for a better look. I kept my eyes straight ahead, hoping not to draw any unwanted attention. I finally got through the tunnels, and then taking the Blvd. of the Allies to Smithfield Street, I turned Left on 3rd Avenue. Soon, I was at my destination. I entered the garage, winding my way up to the top level. Thanks to so many things still being shut down due to Covid, the upper level was nearly empty. I backed into a corner space, thinking it would give me more cover. I put my parking ticket in my purse, and I nearly panicked when I looked at the clock. 9:09. Shit! No time think, just react. I quickly grabbed my purse and the bag, got out, and went behind my car. Frantically, I started preparing myself as instructed. How cruel of him to make me clip my keys to my collar. Once I locked my hands behind me, I'd be stuck until someone unclipped the keys, and unlocked my hands. Before long, I was ready to lock my hands behind me. I was gagged and blindfolded, my leash hanging from the D-ring on the front of my collar. Once I closed the lock, which was already hooked through the D-rings of both wrist cuffs, I was done for. I hesitated. Do I really want to do this? There had to be other options. Think! Think! Soon, I heard a car on the ramp, getting closer and closer. Out of options, I snapped the lock closed. I couldn't help thinking, actually whispering audibly, 'I'm sooooo fucked right now!' I ducked down behind my car as much as I could. I had no idea whether I was out of sight or not, or if the car coming up the ramp was coming for me. The car stopped in front of my car, and a door opened. "Stand up Aleasha. Let's have a look at you. See if you can follow instructions." I stood slowly, unsure of anything around me I might hit, or run into. I heard him walking towards me, and soon he had my leash, and was leading me out from behind my car. I felt so exposed, and so helpless. He led me further and further from my car, and being blindfolded, I soon had no idea where my car even was. We stopped, and he ran through a checklist of requirements. "Nice. Wrist and ankle cuffs locked on, a dildo strapped in your mouth, blindfolded, and collared and leashed. Good girl. And the keys are clipped to the collar. Wouldn't you be fucked if I just got in my car and left! I'm sure that, eventually, someone would come along that would help you get loose. Awesome dress, I'm sure Marissa and Janice would approve. And those open toe heels really show off your pretty red toenails quite nicely." He lifted the collar over my head, and told me to turn for him. He would tell me to stop, and he would touch me. Touch my ass, and my breast forms. After a few moments, I was led to his to where his vehicle sat idling. I heard him open the door next to me, and he guided me towards his vehicle. My right shoulder brushed the side, and he instructed me to step up on the running boards. He turned me carefully, and told me to carefully start to sit, until I was seated in the vehicle. I was told to swing my legs in, and once I was completely in, he pulled the seat belt and shoulder strap across me, and locked it in place. This is when I kind of started to really think I was going to die. I'd often heard it said that when a woman is confronted by a man, do NOT allow him to move you to another place. Scream, run, stand and fight, because statistics show that it was very unlikely you would see the next day. I think I was just freaking myself out! But here I was, in a total stranger's vehicle, basically being blackmailed into dressing up as a girl for him, being taken God only knows where, to have God only knows what done to me. As we started to move, it hit home how helpless I really was. Knowing where I was, I tried to keep track of where he might be taking me. At first I thought I was on it. Out of the garage, right on fourth, left on Wood, or was it Smithfield?? Soon, I was totally lost. I had no idea which direction we were driving. After about 25minutes or so, best guess, we turned left and stopped. Probably a driveway, then I heard the garage door opener. 'Oh my God, we're here.' I thought to myself. He pulled in, and I heard the garage door opener again, closing the door and trapping me in with this stranger. He turned the car off, and got out. He came and opened my door, and taking me by the leash, instructed me to swing my legs out, and put my feet on the running boards. Once I had my heels firmly planted, he placed a hand behind my head, guiding me towards the door. "Stand up, then step down when I tell you." He guided and supported me while I moved awkwardly, being blindfolded and disorientated, until I was finally out, standing on the garage floor. Without much hesitation, and tug on the leash had me following him through the garage. I felt so helpless, being led blindfolded, hoping that at least wouldn't let me run into anything, or trip on anything that might really hurt me. He stopped me with a hand on my chest, and I heard a door opening. I was led into the basement and into a room on the right shortly after entering from the garage. I was led through the room and was stopped again by a hand on my chest. I was told to turn until he said to stop, and ordered to sit. I sat in what felt like a large, wood chair, with a high back, and arms. My abductor then moved behind the chair, and began unbuckling my collar, and removed it. He walked a few steps, and I heard the sound of the chain leash being set on a table. Returning to his spot behind the chair, and puts a hand on my head, pulling me back into the chair. I feel the back of my neck more or less being guided into some kind of contoured neck support. I feel a sense of panic as he pulls a wide leather strap around my neck, and I guess buckling it to the other side, locks me in place in the chair. The strap was restricting, I could barely move my head, but not to the point where it affects my breathing. Next, another strap, I guess there are quite a few of them connected to the chair, is pulled around my chest, just below my breast forms, and is buckled firmly. This process is repeated at my waist, and my thighs, and my ankles are locked to rings on the legs of the chair. 'Yep! Now you're screwed!' I think to myself. "I'll be back in an hour or so, and we can start negotiations. Use this time to clearly think about your current situation. If you want the world to know this secret you, the sissy, the whore, the depraved little slut that needs to worship cock 24/7, the choice is easy. Just refuse to listen and obey me. Otherwise, you will negotiate, and accept your new role and my authority over you." "As an example of how I will change your life, I've prepared an email for your mother, containing the story about how she got you started dressing up. Those Halloween's that she dressed you up in your sister's dresses. How much you loved the feel of your sister's panties and dresses. Blaming her for turning you into the cock hungry sissy whore you are today. About how your first female dominant fantasies were about your mother and sister dominating and feminizing you. Making you live as a girl. I will forward it to your sister as well. I'm sure she'll be amused to learn that she has a new little sister now. I'll also copy it to your father, as I'm sure he'd be quite proud if his new, sissy faggot 'son'" "And, just to make it clear for you, they will be sent from your email contacts list. Posted by you on your Facebook page, and added to your linked in page. Meaning they will be sent by you, with an explanation saying how you can't live a lie anymore, and how you need the world to know the 'real you'. And they will. Everyone in your contacts list, and on your social media sites, and in your company directory will find out just who you really are, so think long and hard Aleasha." With that last statement hitting home, I am left alone and helpless in the darkness. All I can see is an end to the quite comfortable world I had made for myself. Sure, I was a closeted, submissive sissy, but I loved my privacy, and having it both ways. As far as I knew, no one knew about Aleasha. I could dress when I wanted to, or not. I could go out and be the guy I was, albeit the guy with some VERY kinky tendencies, but who basically had the time, the money, and freedom to choose how I lived. If my secret life ever got out there, no one would ever look at me the same. I would definitely never be able to go home, or visit my sister if she ever read the fantasies I'd had about her growing up. Or go to work after everyone knew how I fantasized about my coworkers feminizing me, and turning me into a cheap whore. If the guys at work read the fantasy about Mistress Janice being put in charge of office morale, and her locking me, on my knees in the men's room, dressed as a sissy secretary, and inviting all the men in the company to 'pay me a visit', I knew I could never show my face there again. Once again, I was faced with only one choice, try to negotiate an amicable solution with my abductor. I'm sure the terms would be less than desirable for me, but at least he would be the only one who knew, and that was worth the chance. He did say that if we could negotiate terms, I would at least be able to work Monday, and I could try to project a face of normalcy. After what seemed like hours, I heard someone coming down the stairs, and enter the room. Before long, the blindfold was being removed. I was about to see my abductor! I wasn't really sure I wanted to. What if it was someone I knew? I'd die from embarrassment! "I am going to remove your gag. I know you will miss having a cock in your mouth, but be assured, if negotiations don't go well, I have a much larger dildo gag I will strap in. Also, you will be permitted to answer my questions and speak freely during negotiations. However, be advised, anything you may say will be part of the record. I am videotaping this negotiation session to protect me from any future fraudulent claims. You will answer as briefly, and honestly as possible. I will tell you when you may speak, or ask a question. This negotiation session will be the only meeting between us where you may speak at all. Show your understanding by nodding for yes, and shaking you head for no." I nod my understanding, and the gag is removed. My captor moves from behind the chair, and I am slightly shocked, and instantly feel uncomfortable to see he is completely naked! And that he is pretty tall. He towered over me at 6'2. But even more unnerving, he was Black. He was not aroused, yet. That is to say, his cock wasn't hard, but I could tell it would be above average if it was. "That's right whore, you will look at nothing but my cock when it is visible to you. You will never look me in the eyes, unless I tell you to. You will look only at the most important thing in your life from now on, my cock." As uncomfortable as it made me, I obeyed, and realized how aroused I was becoming from staring at his cock. I really hoped he never found out how aroused I really was. "I'm going to ask you some questions, which you will answer sincerely, and honestly. First though, you need to know that I've known about you for almost a year now. I've been in your computer for that long as well. See, your boss, Jeff, hired me to find out why every now and then there were periods of instability on his companies servers. I was given remote access to any machines logging onto his servers. You were an unexpected consequence of that access. One afternoon I was kind of bored, and I accessed your computer, because I noticed that you got careless. On the company servers, I found references to web sites like 'forced womanhood', 'femdom strap on', and searches for 'forced bi sissification," and feminization. It didn't take much to track it back to your IP address." My jaw dropped! Shit, he could totally ruin me. "I never told Jeff about it, instead stretching out my investigation, as I knew he would revoke my access once completed. However, Jeff was getting impatient, so I needed to act. I sent you a harmless email, the one supposedly from Macy's, advertising a huge lingerie sale. I knew you'd open it. I added an attachment promising more unbelievable deals, like bogo panties, and of course you downloaded and opened it like a good little girl! And in doing so, you downloaded my remote access software, and granted me access when you did." "I've been checking in on you every day for the past year, gathering information, planning for this day. See, I've been pimping since high school. Little white sluts LOVE being owned by big strong black men. They're so easy to manipulate into whoring. I think they love the feeling of submission, and serving the superior black race." "I've never owned a sissy whore, but a lot of my clients showed, how should I say this? They've expressed a very strong desire to humiliate a white sissy, and make them their feminized sex slave. And here you are, just dropped into my hands like a gift from heaven. I just knew I had to take possession of you, and you have given me the leverage to do that." "You, however, I'm sure are totally unprepared for what's about to come for you. Once we begin negotiations, your only options upon hearing my terms will be accept or decline. Decline will end negotiations, and you will be returned to your car. And once you find someone to unclip the keys from your collar, and release you, you may return to your apartment. By the time you get home, emails will have already been sent." "Once you accept an offer, I will give you a brief amount of time to amend, or counter any offers made. I, however, may accept or decline any counter offers. Remember what we are negotiating here. All decisions made today are final and irrevocable. So precede carefully, Aleasha. Nod if you understand." I nod my understanding, and try to prepare for any scenarios he may bring up. And soon, he begins, and my heart sinks. From this moment forward, to secure the protection of your secret transgressions and misconducts from being revealed to your boss, Jeff, coworkers Marissa Branson, Janice Proctor, and, well basically everyone you know, about your browsing history on company servers, during working hours, and the shameful use of the people in your company to sate your perverted little fantasies, Aleasha will make herself available every second of every day while she is not working, to serve the whims and desires of her new owner and master, Master Marcus. This will include Master Marcus possessing a key to Aleasha's apartment, providing 24/7 access to Aleasha for more advanced training and use. This will also include the eventual leasing out of Aleasha to Master Marcus' friends at Master Marcus' whim. In effect, Aleasha will accept her new role as Master Marcus' new sissy whore. Accept or decline?" I sat there, probably looking like an idiot with my mouth hanging wide open! I had no idea what to say. I tried to do what I could to keep my dignity at least. "Amend please," was all I could think of at the time. "You must first accept or decline. Accept, and negotiations will proceed. Otherwise, we're finished here." I think very carefully about my next step. By accepting, does that mean that I have already consented to the original terms if he denies my appeal? If I don't accept, it's all over. I really have no choice. "Accept." "Very well. How do you wish to amend? And think carefully, because this will become the law you live by." "I agree to your mandate as long as it doesn't involve anyone I know finding out about it. I'm not dumb, I know I have no leverage as far as how I can secure your protection of my 'secrets', but only ask that our agreement be kept confidential, and that my life can remain as it previously was." "I would also like to request that I be notified when you might be visiting me, as I may from time to time have a friend or family member visiting." "And I really don't know if I can do what you're asking, be a whore. What if it's someone I know? I can't risk someone I know seeing that I'm not just a sissy, but also a whore. It would ruin me anyway. And will your friends use protection at least? Would I be expected to swallow? I just, I don't know. This is just way too much!" I manage to counter, tears of futility forming in my eyes. I can tell he is carefully weighing his response, and as I am still staring at his cock as instructed, I can see it is starting to react a little. Twitching, up and down, ever so slightly. I think that he is excited about my acceptance of his offer, but that that may be tempered by my counter offer, my 'amendment'. "I can see this will be very hard on you, Aleasha, but crying can't help you now. Remember, you brought this on yourself, and I'm just taking advantage of a situation of your own doing. But I CAN be reasonable," he says, and a glimmer of hope wells up in me. "Agreed on amendment 1. Master Marcus will not involve anyone that I know that you have personal relationships with in our agreement. Unless, of course, you egregiously violate the terms of this contract in any way. Default on your part will mean an 'anything goes' clause will take its place." "Declined on amendment 2. In return for Master Marcus' protection, sissy Aleasha shall forfeit all activities outside her job, which Master Marcus has graciously permitted her to keep, and be in a constant state of readiness to serve Master Marcus. This includes dressing and make-up suitable to Master Marcus' whims. Sissy Aleasha shall be available 24/7 when not physically at her work station". Declined on number 3. I know, just from reading your fantasies that you often dream of being pimped out. If it would make you feel better about being a fucking whore, I could send those fantasies to Marissa and Janice, along with a long, pleading message from you that you would give anything to be their whore. Would it make it better to be pimped out by them? Do you really think they would take you up on that offer? Especially after seeing how you worked their pictures into your twisted fantasies? They would definitely have you fired, and possibly try to press charges and have you arrested! NO, you're going to be a whore, and you're going to become my whore. As my whore, you will perform any act, on any of my paying friends, whether that means getting fucked bareback 20 times a day, or swallowing 20 loads of black seed a day. Or both. And be grateful that I will send your customers to your apartment, instead of making you stand on a street corner, like in your Marissa and Janice fantasies. And consider this, I still could. This is my final offer. So now, my new whore, Accept or decline?" What choices? Oh great, if I'm lucky he doesn't get mad at me and send Jeff, or some of the guys from work to my apartment for a little fun. "30 seconds Aleasha. Please accept or decline." With not much choice, I see no other option. "Accept," I reply, feeling defeated. At least this will be kept a secret, private arrangement. At least that was all I could hope for. "Excellent," Master Marcus responded. "And now for some rules of conduct. You will respond with 'accept or decline'." "1) Sissy Aleasha will obey all commands, without question or hesitation, or face strict penalties, the severity dependent on the depth of the disobedience, including the nullification of this agreement, and full disclosure of all information about Aleasha's misuse of company property, and the degrading use of her coworkers in her depraved sexual fantasy life. Basically resulting in all emails being sent out, effectively outing you. Accept or decline?" "Accept." "Perfect," he replies. "2) During non-working hours, Aleasha shall be dressed 100% female. Aleasha will wear only dresses or skirts, and heels no less than 3?." Aleasha will always wear heels, 24/7, even to bed, as Aleasha shall always be ready to serve Master Marcus, and while doing so, must always be in heels. Accept or decline?" "Accept." "3) While at her work station, during working hours only, shall be to only time that Aleasha will be allowed to wear slacks, and a women's button down shirt, instead a dress or skirt and women's blouse, unless she wishes to wear a dress or women's blouse for work. No items of 'men's' clothing will ever be acceptable, and she will dress 100% in women's clothes. Women's slacks, tops, bra, panties, pantyhose and heels will be your approved office attire. Only while preforming necessary functions outside the home, such as grocery shopping, hairstyling, and mani-pedi's will Aleasha be permitted to wear women's slacks outside of working hours. For errands outside of Aleasha's apartment, Women's slacks, a women's top, and of course, a bra, panties and pantyhose, and heels will be the only acceptable attire. Pantyhose may be replaced by knee highs, or women's trouser socks for pedicure appointments only. Aleasha will NEVER be permitted to wear jeans, and shall discard any women's jeans in her possession. Aleasha will also discard any women's shoes or boots with less than 3 ?" heels, and shall, even while running errands, wear only these approved heels. Accept or decline?" I start to think about how really screwed I really am. I can't amend, only accept or decline. I can't go out grocery shopping in women's slacks and heels. Maybe I can appeal to a sense of mercy, if he has one. "May I amend? Please!" I plead with him. "Accept or decline? If you accept, I may allow you to plead your case. But you will accept that you are mine now, and I will keep your secret as long as you work very hard to please me. Now, accept or decline?" "Accept," I answer, knowing that if I decline, the consequences were unfathomable. "Excellent! You have 20 seconds to convince me why this should be amended. Go." "Please Master Marcus, if you make me go out dressed like that, people will know, will find out I'm a sissy. You said you wouldn't do that to me. Please. Let me dress less feminine while out. Please reconsider?!" I beg of him. "Rejected. You have options. Travel farther to shop, where you are less likely to be seen by people you know. I said I would not involve people I know you have a personal relationship with, and I'm not. You would be if you just went to your neighborhood stores, but that would be YOUR doing. You could also make yourself more passable by doing your make-up and hair, adding women's accessories, and be the 'woman' you now are. The rule stands as agreed to, no exceptions. Accept or decline?" Oh my god! It just gets worse! "Accept," I answer. Shit. This is getting bad! "4) For very rare cases, the only acceptable occasions being family functions, in person office meetings, or if applicable, any legal proceedings Aleasha may need to honor, such as jury duty, Aleasha may retain 2 male suits and accessories, and 2 male casual outfits, including jeans, tees, 2 button downs, and any accessories to complete these outfits. The male outfits shall be locked in a sturdy, secure foot locker which shall be padlocked, and Master Marcus shall retain the keys. All other male clothing shall be discarded immediately. Access to these male outfits will require a request, detailing the reason for the need to access these outfits. The request must also be given with 48hrs notice, as well as with proof that the situation meets the criteria mentioned above for permitting Aleasha to dress as a man. Of, Master Marcus may reject Aleasha's request for any reason. Accept or decline?" What the fuck???? I'm so screwed! "Accept or decline, Aleasha?" "Accept," I answer defeated. "5) After 10:00 PM, Aleasha shall wear only baby doll nighties with matching panties, and appropriately colored heels for lounging and to bed, in case Master Marcus stops by to use Aleasha. Aleasha will also keep her hair, make-up and nails flawless, as well as maintain a perfectly hairless body for Master Marcus. Aleasha will always wear the collar she will be given by Master Marcus upon acceptance of this new rule while not at her work station, but not while performing her whore duties, for reasons to be made clear when appropriate, and has an option to wear it if desired while running errands. The collar must immediately be put on as soon as Aleasha leaves her work station, and has no clients on her schedule, when she is waiting to serve Master Marcus, and while sleeping. Accept or decline?" "Accept." As if I have a choice. At least I wouldn't have to wear the collar while out! "Mmmm, perfect!" At that, Master Marcus walks to a table on the other side of the room. I am in awe of how his semi hard cock sways, bouncing up and down as he walks. It's so much bigger than mine ever is when it's hard, and he's not even fully erect yet. And it's sooooooooo black! He stands before me, and shows me my new collar. It is hot pink leather, about 2 inches wide, with chrome letters spelling my new status, 'whore'. He reaches around my neck and guides the strap through the buckle, claiming me as his whore. Oh yeah, like I'd wear this to the grocery store! As he stands back a little to admire his work, I see his cock has gotten even harder. Not quite there yet, but awe inspiring in even its semi hard length and girth. As it got harder it not only got longer, but even thicker. "You like my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love my cock, whore." "Your cock is so beautiful Master Marcus! I am fascinated by your cock," I tell him, immediately feeling the surrender in me coming sooner than I thought. "Beg me to let you kiss it whore. I know you want to. I know you want to suck it. I know you want me to fuck you like a nasty whore. You want my cock down your throat, and my cum in your mouth to swallow and become addicted to. Beg for it now. Pledge yourself to dedicating every second of your life from this second forward to servicing my cock." "Please Master Marcus, please let me kiss your cock! I promise you, from now until the day I die I will live for nothing but worshipping your beautiful cock. Please let me kiss your cock." He steps forward, and begins undoing the straps at my waist, chest, and finally, the strap around my neck. "Kiss my cock whore," he demands, as he grabs a fistful of hair, and guides me down, towards his now fully hard cock. It's so big. I kiss it. Again and again I kiss the head of his cock! "Open whore, I'm going to claim that whore mouth of yours." I open, and immediately his cock is sliding in and out of my mouth! I can't believe I'm finally doing this! Years of fantasy, and now a black man has enslaved me, made me his whore, and I am finally giving a man my first blowjob! He has me. He owns me now! He starts quickening his pace, trying to go deeper, into my throat. I try my best to take him, but he's so damn big. I start to gag, and he lets up a little. After a few minutes, I feel him tense up, and I feel his cum pouring into my mouth. "Don't swallow. Not yet. I want you to hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. I want you to get a taste for it. I want you to crave it, become addicted to it. Just savor it while I tell you rule 6." It was a pretty big load, and I felt so humiliated having it in my mouth like that. It had a unique taste and texture to it, but it wasn't as nasty as I always thought it would be. "6) Aleasha, acknowledging by swallowing Master Marcus' cum, when given permission, shall relinquish all free will to Master Marcus, who shall make all decisions, including wardrobe, diet, exercise regimens, appearance, nail color, and any other decisions regarding Aleasha's behavior, and demeanor while not at her work station. This will include sending Aleasha out on 'dates' to select clients as Master Marcus' sissy whore. Accept or decline? Accept by swallowing now, and then saying accept." I was too far gone by now. Everything he had on me, and now he had video of me begging for his cock? Sucking his cock and swallowing on command? I gave in completely, and swallowed. "Accept," I reply, totally defeated. "Awesome. And now that I own you, you have no free will. I now control everything and anything in your life. I have a few more gifts for you, before I take you back to your car, so, let's get you ready." He says, as he walks to the table again. He returns with what I know to be a head trainer. It includes a ball gag, and a blindfold. I sit, motionless, as he begins strapping me onto it. The ball gag is strapped in tightly, and he begins buckling the rest of the straps. The top strap had a d-ring attached, which was on top of my head once the strap was buckled. Lastly, he buckled the straps which went under my chin, crisscrossed around my neck, and buckled in the back. Next, he strapped the blindfold into place, and I'm left to only guess what's coming next. He removes the remaining straps holding me to the chair, but leaves my ankle cuffs locked to the chair legs, and my hands are still cuffed behind me. I feel him take the d-ring on top of my head, and something is attached to it, with a hasp I guess, or a padlock maybe? After a few seconds, I hear an electric motor come on, and soon there is a tug at the d-ring at the top of the head trainer! I am basically pulled to my feet by the head trainer! He moves in front of me, and I feel the hem of my dress, and the full slip being lifted. They are rolled up, and tucked into the decorative belt around at my waist. I feel his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pantyhose, and they are unceremoniously yanked down. I feel very exposed and frightened! "Now, to ensure I own your free will, I am going to take possession of that tiny clit of yours. That's right whore. You're going into strict chastity. You will not have one unpermitted erotic thought ever again after I lock my chastity cage on you. The one you brought?? Way too big for a tiny clitty like yours. I have the perfect size for you. You're going to need to be VERY careful about what you think about from now on. No more fantasy writing for sure. I'm sure Marissa and Janice would thank me for that. No, from this moment on, only g-rated thoughts for you I'm afraid. You will only get to cum when I allow it, and you will only get to cum like girls cum, by getting fucked by a big hard cock!" All I could do is muffle my protest into the ball gag, as I feel him feeding my balls through the base ring of the cage. Once my dick and balls are through the base, he starts working the cage over my terrified and quite flaccid 'clit' as he called it. Compared to his cock, that's what mine was. It was a tiny cage, as my totally limp clitty felt quite confined when he finally got everything in place, and inserted the barrel lock! Taking the key out of the locked cage, I was now pretty much castrated, And he owned me 100%. "Done! I own you thoughts now. Since this is MY cage, I know you won't have any hidden keys, and anytime you start thinking thoughts you shouldn't be, you'll be reminded that Master Marcus is your keyholded, and you'd better work hard to please him if you wish to beg for even 1 minutes release from chastity. I thought about sending all the keys to Marissa and Janice! Wouldn't that totally fuck you? They'd look at them, wonder what the hell they're for, and then probably throw them away." Ok. Next are appearance issues. For that I'm going to need my girl. You see, my girl does tattoos and piercing. That's her tat chair you were sitting in, but I'll keep you on your toes while she works. Ready babe?" he yells, and I hear another person enter the room. "She's cute. What is she getting, hon?" "I thought maybe my 'black owned' barcode on the back of her neck. I want it to be easily accessible for scanning, and visible at all times, unless she has her collar on. See, she'll have to choose between the two, and decide if she wants to let people know she's a whore, or that she's black owned when she's out running errands. I want a queen of spades on her left shoulder, which has to include 'BBC Whore' somehow, and a BBC Whore tramp stamp. I'll let your imagination run wild on that one. As far as piercings, what do you think? Definitely nipple rings, don't you think?" At that, I start struggling against me restraints. "Oh yeah. Look how scared she is. Definitely nipple rings. And I'm thinking three holes per ear. Is that enough? Hoop earrings in her earlobes, and 2 pink studs above them?" "That should do for now. Give me a holler when you're ready to do the tramp stamp, I'll help you get her over the table." "Hold on. I'll need you help with the nipple piercing. Keep her from squirming too much. Help me get her nipples exposed." They worked the zipper of my dress, and pulled the dress down to my belt. Next, they pulled the straps of my bra and slip down my arms, removed my breast forms, and pushed my bra down until my nipples were fully exposed. "We need to keep her from squirming so much, you're going to have to hold her still," the woman said. "I don't think so, but this might help," he replied, as the whir of the electric motor started again and the head trainer was pulled up even farther, stopping only when my toes were the only part of me on the floor. "Better, I guess you can go. I really can't believe a big, strong man like you is so squeamish about needles and piercing," she taunted him. "I'll do her nipples first, and then I'll do her ears. Big hoop and two studs in each ear, right? "Yes. Big hoops and two pink studs in each will do. Give me a call when she's done," he said as he left the room Without hesitation, she started swabbing my left nipple. I pleaded into the gag, 'Please don't! No please don't do this! pleeeeeease don't! Pleeeeeeeease!!' My nipple was then grasped by some sort of tong devise, holding my nipple in place, and totally ignoring my begging and pleading, she starts pushing a piercing needle through my left nipple. I started to whimper. I was expecting the pain to be much worse, but it was pretty much like a bee sting. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. The needle was left in my left nipple, and immediately, she began swabbing my right nipple. But as soon as the swabbing was done, the clamp grabbed my right nipple. And soon I felt the needle piercing through my right nipple, I kind of 'yelped' as she pushed, and twisted the needle, until it punctured through the other side. Again, this needle was left in place. She walked to the other side of the room for a second, and returned to continue her work. I felt something at my left earlobe, and heard a click. I felt the post penetrate, and piercing 1 was done. Two more studs were pierced along my left ear. The same procedure was repeated on my right ear, and my ears were done. Once all the holes were done, she removed the studs from my earlobes, and the post of the big hoop earrings were placed in each earlobe. It was a new and strange sensation to feel the weight of them, as they swayed back and forth. The woman then returned her attention to my nipples. She quickly removed the needle from my left nipple, and I felt the bar of the nipple ring being inserted. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and there wasn't much pain at all. After some adjustment, she repeated this procedure with the right nipple, and it was done. I felt so violated. Having her pierce my nipples and ears against my will was humiliating. I felt like a possession, like property. I guess that's what I was now. The buckle of my collar was undone, and the collar was removed for the time being. The woman moved behind me, and I felt something on my neck, just below my hairline. She rubbed it for a few seconds, and then peeled something like plastic from my neck. Without any hesitation, I heard a humming, and she set to work with the needle, tattooing a 'barcode' on my neck. "You know, this is a real barcode," she casually commented, "Marcus has it registered as his. When it is scanned with a cell phone, it brings your page on his website, with a brief description. Guess what yours will tell people. It will tell them that you are the property of Master Marcus' and that your position is 'Sissy Whore'." She says, giggling. "It will have a drop down menu of services men can purchase, and prices. All someone has to do is register to his web site, and enter their payment information. Once they're registered, all they'll have to do is scan your barcode, select a service, or sometime services, click 'pay', and you're theirs for 15 to 30 minutes, depending on what they buy. Pretty cool huh? It will also give a Trak Phone number so customers, his cop friends, and other pimps can return you if you try to run away. And believe me girl, you don't want to get caught trying to get away from Marcus" She says, as she laughs quietly. "Yeah, I don't know, or even care what you did to end up as one of Marcus' bitches, and you are his first sissy whore, but I'll tell you this, you are sooooooo fucked right now. Marcus never goes to this much trouble for a whore. Just turns them out" She returned to her work, and after about 45 minutes, she says "Done with that one sweetie. You're officially branded, and you are now the property of Marcus. "This next one will take about an hour, hun. Try to relax a little. I'll let you down a little if you promise to be a good girl. Will you be a good girl for Leah?" she asks, and I nod my head 'yes'. "Good girl. Keep being a good girl for Marcus, if you know what's good for you. I've seen him really rough up some of his uppity whores." My calf muscles are starting to scream from being on my toes for so long. I hear the whir of the motor again, and the tension on the head trainer is completely released. I am still standing though, at least for another hour. I feel something on my left shoulder, up high, and again she rubs, and then peels back something like plastic again. Without hesitation, my queen of spades tattoo is being applied. After 25 minutes she stops. "I need to free hand the 'BBC Whore', or you know what, I think spelling out 'Black cock whore' would be more definitive, and best describe your new role. Yes, I'm sure Marcus won't mind. But don't worry, I'll make it pretty, and girly for you. I'll even use pink ink as a border on the big black letters." She chuckles I feel her tracing out the letters, and soon she is back to work, and after about another 25 minutes, the humming of the needle stops. She walks across the room, and calls out the door. "She's ready for her tramp stamp Marcus." She returns to me, and soon Marcus enters the room. He walks over to me and inspects her work. He fingers the rings in my nipples, flicking them up and down, making me squeal when he does. He touches each earring in my ears, then moves behind me to check out tattoos. "You're a real Rembrandt, Leah. When will I be able to scan her, and register her into my stable? I've been telling my customers I've had a submissive white sissy whore on the line for months now. She's drawing a lot of interest already." "2 days tops. She should heal up nicely." "Alright! Let's get this whore tramp stamped." He responded enthusiastically. The whir of the motor again, and the hasp was released from the d-ring on the head harness, and my ankles are released from the rings on the chair legs. I was led across the room, to a table, and pushed forward until my waist and torso were on the table. A strap was pulled across my back, and buckled to the other side of the table, holding me in place. Then, my ankles were locked to D-rings on the legs of the table. The hem of my dress and slip were pulled up and bunched up on my shoulders, exposing my lower back. "Let me know when she's done," he said, and I guess he was gone again. "Sorry girl, this one's going to take a while." she said, as again, I felt something on my back, and then the rubbing again, then the peeling off of something. Soon the hum started again, and Leah began permanently branding me as a BBC Whore with a tramp stamp on the small of my back. After what seemed like an eternity, it was done. Much to my surprise, Leah reached between my legs, and started stroking my chastity cage! "He really got it on there, huh? He had me pick that up for him. I thought, no way is there a cock THAT small, but I guess I was wrong" she says, laughing out loud. "She's done Marcus." I hear him enter the room, and whistle. "Well, there's no denying it now whore. It's right there for all to see while they're fucking you." "Did you finish the modifications on that thing yet?" Leah asks. "It's getting late, and I just want to get that thing on her and get home." "Yes I did. Let's get her up and back to the hoist. You can give me a hand getting her ready to go back to her car before you go?" he asks her. I listen to this conversation, and all I can think is, 'oh good lord, now what?' The strap across my back, holding me down on the table, is removed, and my ankles are released from the table legs, and I hobble back to the chair, and my ankles are locked to the chair legs again. The hasp is reattached, and once again, then motor starts to whir again, I feel the tug on the head trainer, and I am pulled up onto my toes again. "Let me get the ointment and bandages on, and then she'll be good to go." Leah says, as she applies an ointment to my 3 new 'brandings', and places bandages on them. Once done, they start to start to redress me. They begin by pulling the straps of my bra and slip up onto my shoulders. A cloth, like gauze was placed over each nipple ring, and my breast forms were placed in my bra cups. Then the dress was pulled back up, and the zipper was pulled up. "Ok, let me get this locked on her, and we can check to see if it works," she says, as I feel her wrapping some type of strap behind my chastity cage. As it tightens, I panic, as I feel the 2 prongs digging into the base of my balls. The shock collar! As she tightens it, I hear clicks, like handcuffs. She stops, and after tugging on the receiver a few time, she seems satisfied it wasn't coming off! "How in the fuck did you do that?" she asked him. "I don't even see a keyhole to unlock it." "I can't tell you all my secrets Leah. Let's just say that I'm the only one who can take it off. Would you like to do the honors? It's already set at 35, the highest level she said she could take. Just press that button." "Wait, which button?" "This one here, with the lightning bolt. That's the shock function. Once you press it, you'll see a number come up," he explained to her. "Ok. It says 35." "Good. Now press the red button." I yelped into the ball gag as the shock hit the base of my balls. "Oh my god." Leah laughs hysterically, "That's too funny. Can I do it again?" she asked. "As much as you like, my dear," he replied. "After the masterpiece of work you did on her, it's the least I could do." She shocks me again, laughing as I jump a little. "Tell you what, go out to the garage and do a few random shocks, maybe 8 or 10. Space them out randomly, so she can't tell when they're coming. Then I'll know it's really working, and she's not faking it. Just press the button, wait a second, and say shock." I start to whimper into the ball gag. "Awwwww. Poor baby. She's so scared." She says mockingly, as she leaves the room and heads for the garage. It doesn't take long for the first shock. I jump, and yelp, and I hear her say, "Shock." This is repeated about 8 or 9 more times. Finally, Master Marcus calls her back to the room." I think that's good. She definitely didn't know it was coming. Transmitter please." He tells her Leah hands it over, but only after she shocks me one more time. She laughs as I yelp into the ball gag, and twitch at the shock. "Yeah, I think she'll be a very obedient whore for you Marcus, especially while she's locked into that thing. How much do you think she can make for you?" She asks, with a very curious tone in her voice. "Haven't decided what her weekday amounts will be, as part of her agreement was that she would be allowed to keep her job. If I work her until midnight on weekdays, maybe $150 a night." He says. Is he serious? How many guys would that be?? Every night? "But weekends, I wouldn't expect anything less than $300 a day. She'll probably make me a lot more than that if I whore her out to some of my 'specialty' clients. You know, the bondage, S&M guys. They've already offered to pay a lot to rough up my white sissy bitch. A couple of those a day, it could be $800 a day." Leah whistles. "Damn, maybe I'll get me a few whores of my own. I'd pimp them out only to the S&M guys. Big money!" she laughs. "Well, I'm out of here. You got her from here?" she asks. "Help me get her panties and pantyhose up, and I'll get the rest. Thanks again for everything. Maybe I'll give her to you for the weekend sometime. I think she'd enjoy a weekend with a sadistic bitch like you. And your girl would probably enjoy it too. I could set you up with a payment page, so any money made from pimping her out over the weekend would go straight to you. I'm sure you and Ashley would probably get her roughed up pretty good" "Oh yeah, any time you want to find out her tolerances, send her over." She replied enthusiastically, as they got my panties and pantyhose in place around my cage, and the shock receiver, and my slip and dress are let down, and smoothed into place. "Oh, I put care instructions and salve in her purse for the tattoos, and antiseptic wipes for the piercings. She should take the hoops out when she gets home tonight, but put the studs back in their holes, so they don't close up. If she wants to remove them all to hide her little sissy secret from her coworkers, she can. But they ALL have to go back in as soon as she's done working. It will be good for her to practice putting her earrings in." "Thanks Leah, I owe you big," he said. "I know you do. We'll square up. Goodbye Aleasha. It was nice meeting you. I'm sure the guys will just LOVE you. I'm sure Marcus will be having me do more work on you some day soon." And she was gone. "Well, looks like we're about done here, my little whore. From this moment on, you will only speak when I give you permission. Listen and obey, understand?" he says. I nod my understanding. "Good girl. Now, I'm going to release you from everything except the wrist cuffs, those stay locked behind you until I get you back to the garage." And saying that, the tension on the head trainer is released, and he begins removing the head trainer. Next, my ankles are unlocked from the D-rings on the legs of the chair. "Sit." He says, as a hand on my shoulder pushes me down into the chair. "My cock is hard again, and needs to be worshipped. Get to work, whore." I suck his cock for what felt like maybe 10 minutes before I am once again swallowing another load of his 'black seed', as he calls it. Well, isn't this just great? Now he has another video of me sucking his cock. "Stand up whore. Time to go," he tells me. "I won't put your new collar on you, and I guess you don't need to start wearing it permanently at home until your brandings heal. Walk, to the garage." We get to his vehicle, and it's a big SUV, an Escalade. The windows are so dark, and I breathe a sigh of relief to myself, realizing that no one could see me in the back seat. He opens the rear, driver's side door, and I step up on the running boards, and get myself into the back seat. Once again he buckles me in, and then puts my purse and my bag on the floor at my feet. Much to my disdain, he blindfolds me again. "Sorry Aleasha, none of my whores know where my house is, and I plan on keeping it that way. I can't have crazy whores showing up at the house at all hours of the night." Once blindfolded, he closes my door, gets into the driver's seat, and opens the garage door. Soon, we are on the road. I can't wait to get home and shower! And sleep! "I will follow you to your apartment. We have unfinished business as far as your conditions that need to be addressed tonight. I am going to pick the 'male' clothes you are permitted to keep. The rest of your 'male' clothes will be placed in trash bags, which you will bring to my SUV for me to dispose of. I'm worried that if we threw them in the dumpster at your apartment, you might do something stupid, like try to retrieve them. No, this is permanent, and non-negotiable. As you take your former wardrobe to my SUV, you will bring in the foot locker in the back, so we can lock away any temptation you may have to ever dress as a man again, without my consent. You may complete this task dressed as you are, or you may change into your baby doll nightie and heels, as mandated in our agreement as proper attire for you after 9:00. If it were my choice, I'd make you change, but I graciously give you the choice." "When you finish disposing of all your male clothes, you will place the 'emergency' male clothes I select for you in the foot locker, place my padlocks on it, lock it up, and hand me the keys." Next, you will give me a key to your apartment. 24/7 access to you is a key mandate to our agreement. As my property, I will use you any time, night or day. Don't be surprised if I show up at 3 in the morning for some head, or a quick fuck. And if I have friends with me, you will obey and service them as you would obey me. If you don't have 2 keys, I will take yours and get copies made. Oh my god, I'm screwed. This is all too real. Tomorrow, I'll have nothing but women's clothes to wear. I don't see any way out of this. He has control of my life now. After about 25 minutes, we stop, and his window goes down, and we shortly start driving again, winding up, and up. We were at the parking garage. He stops, puts the SUV in park, and gets out. My door opens, and Marcus removes my blindfold, and the seatbelt. "Get out of my car whore," he says, kind of loudly, and harshly. I get my legs spun out of the door, step onto the running boards, and then step down to the ramp of the garage. My heels are very loud in the concrete, and I nervously look around, hoping I'm not drawing attention. He removes my collar from the bag on the floor, unclips the keys, and tells me to turn around. Soon, my hands are unlocked. It feels soooooooo good to stretch them, and work the cramps out. "Ok bitch, let's get moving. Take your purse, take the elevator to the lobby, and pay for your parking," he says, "I don't want to be out all night." He sees the hesitation, the panic on my face. There have to be people out. Security guards at least, patrolling the garage. Then it hits me, the shock collar jumps to life, and I yelp, and accept the fact that I have no choice. I walk to the elevator, press the call button, and wait. Fortunately, there is no one on the elevator when it arrives, and before I know it, the doors open to the lobby. Thankfully, the lobby is also empty, not even a security guard. I quickly remove the ticket from my purse, pay the $15 dollars, and hurry back to the elevator. As I step off the elevator on the top level, Marcus is waiting in his car. "Come on bitch, let's move that whore ass," he yells out the window. I'm so embarrassed. I hope there's still no one around. I don't even look. I don't want to know. I just walk as quickly as my heels will let me, unlock my car, and get out of there as quickly as possible. As promised, Marcus was right on my bumper the whole way back to my apartment. As I pull into the lot, and I pull into a spot in front of my building, I see Marcus break off, and drive to the other end of the parking lot. 'Oh my god, no! Please don't make me walk all the way down there.' I whisper to myself. He really is trying to get people to see me, the little white sissy being bossed around by his new black owner. I see Marcus walking across the parking lot. His Escalade must be 300 feet from my building, as he is parked at the next building. As he gets close to my car, I nervously look around to make sure none of my neighbors are out. "Come on bitch, get out of the fucking car! Now!" he says loudly. Not shouting, but loud enough to really freak me out! I get out of the car, and he walks up to me, and puts his arm around me. "Come on baby girl, let's go up to your place and have some fun." He says, as he herds me towards the steps his arm holding me tightly to his side, as he runs his hand up and down my back, and rubbing my ass. Fortunately, I I live on the second level, so it's only one flight of 20 steps, and a short walk down a short hallway to my apartment. Unfortunately, the steps, and the floor are concrete the whole way, and the click clacking of my heels is really making me nervous. Soon, we are at the door to my apartment. I reach into my purse, taking out the key to my door, and move to unlock it. Marcus stopped me, and had me turn to face him, and he pulled me into him. He started trying to kiss me, and when I hesitated, he slapped me. Hard! I couldn't believe it! "You will pay dearly for that hesitation bitch. When I kiss you, you will kiss me like the fucking whore you are." And to emphasize his disapproval, he slapped me again. Holy shit, I think. I can only imagine the neighbors, with their eyes to the peep hole, wondering what the hell is going on! The stinging, and the warmth of the slaps were spreading across my right cheek. Immediately, he moved back in to kiss me, but this time kissed him back with every ounce of passion I could muster. My face stung from being slapped so hard. It was sooo degrading. I've fantasized about doing so many nasty things with men in my Marissa and Janice fantasies, but the reality of having a man actually making me do them was much different. I felt violated and degraded. I knew it was going to be a long night. He finally broke off the kiss. I just stood there. I'd just had my first kiss from a man. "I know you enjoyed that. It's straight out of one of your Janice fantasies. You know the one where she gives you to that big, mean black pimp to train you to be her whore. He trained you how to kiss your man too. If you disappoint me, like you disappointed him in your little fantasy, I'll do just what he did to you." OMG! In that fantasy I was expected to make this pimp $200 a night walking the streets, and I was short my first night being pimped out because I was so afraid of being approached by someone who I knew, that might recognize me. So the pimp made me strip to my bra and panties, and took me to his basement. There, he locked my hands over my head, and my ankles are locked to rings in the floor on either side of me, spreading my legs wide, exposing a lot of target area for him. He gags and blindfolds me, and I am told that I would receive one lash for every dollar I was short, and I was $80 short! I was hoisted up, stretched tightly on my heels, until I was barely able to keep my toes on the floor. Of course, no mercy is given as he starts tearing into me with a belt. He breaks the whipping into 4 sets of 20 lashes, allowing the fire of the previous lashes to fully take affect before continuing. After the first 40 on mostly my lower back, he pulls my panties down, and focuses the next 40 on my ass and legs.He shows utter indifference to my gag muffled screams and crying. I pass out once during my whipping, and I am revived when he threw a bucket of ice water on me, and the whipping continued. I worked VERY hard to make sure I was never short again, not caring who was paying for me! "Mmmmm! There are so many more things I am going to explore with you. Think about all those degrading situations you are put into by your coworkers. You are going to experience every one of them, and more that you haven't even imagined yet." He moves in to kiss me again, and this time I don't hesitate, passionately kissing him, learning quickly to please him, or else. Finally, he breaks off the kiss. "Ok bitch, it's time to take out the trash." He said, as I unlocked the door, and we were finally in the privacy of my apartment. There isn't any time to breathe a sigh of relief though. I am told to get some trash bags, and start loading them up with the contents of my dresser first, starting with socks, and underwear. "You'll never need those again, because even if you need to dress as a man ever again, you will be all girl underneath. Panties, pantyhose, and a bra are required 24/7, no exceptions, even for Doctor's appointments." Once the sock and underwear drawers were empty, I was instructed to take that bag to his SUV, and bring the footlocker from the back, while Marcus went through my jeans, slacks, tees and polos, and button down shirts. I was exhausted, as it was 1:45 am. This was going to be grueling. My feet were already hurt from standing in my heels for so long, but there I was, walking through the parking lot to his SUV, parked at the next building, and back to my apartment. I made that trip 5 times that night, one bag at a time. Soon, all my male clothes, shoes, coats and jackets were loaded in his SUV. All that remained were the 6 or 7 outfits strewn on the bed. 2 complete suits, 2 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of slacks, 2 tees, one green and one blue, One white polo shirt, and two button downs, one flannel, and one corduroy. I place them into the foot locker, and taking the 2 padlocks from Marcus, I close and lock it. Life just got really interesting! I now had only women's clothes at my disposal, and Sunday was usually shopping day. I had No idea how I was going to pull that one off! "It's getting late. Let's finish this up. Give me a key to your apartment. As agreed, I will have 24/7 access to you." I gave Marcus my spare apartment key, and he finally got up and headed towards the door. It was about 3:00 am. I was ready to drop! "I'll see you sometime tomorrow. You know the rules. Look pretty for me when I get here. Now, walk me to my car baby girl." My heart sank, but not wanting to show my disappointment, I put on the best smile I could, and followed him out the door. We and I mean he, walked really slowly, and once again he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in close to him. If anyone saw us, they would think, 'there goes another white girl with her black boyfriend.' He stopped us short of his car, turned me to face him, and he kissed me there in the middle of the parking lot. When he broke the kiss off, he looked at me, smiling mischievously, and asked me, "Do you think anyone is watching us right now? Do you think anyone would see you give me head right here? Whore's suck cock anywhere and you are now my whore. So, squat down on those sexy heels and show your man the respect he deserves." I froze! Right there? In the middle of the parking lot? My hesitation got me shocked, as he pulled the transmitter from his pocket, and he shocked 4 more times, until I squatted down on my heels, unbuttoned and unzipped him, and sucked his cock in the middle of the parking lot. I really hoped that no one was watching, but if someone was watching, they saw a black man exercising his control over his white girl, and I suddenly felt very humiliated. "Remember who owns you now, bitch, you'll suck my cock anywhere I tell you too, even on a busy street corner if I want." He said, shoving his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. "I own you now, and you're going to learn what that means soon enough. I hope someone is watching me recording you with my phone, sucking my cock like the cock hungry whore you are. Look up into the camera and show Marissa and Janice how much you love being a whore." As he came, he told me not to swallow until I got back to my apartment. "Get some sleep baby girl. Your schedule is about to get really busy," he said, as I zipped and buttoned his pants back up. "You'll be getting a few visitors tomorrow, a couple of my girls. The first girl is going to show you how to do your make-up and hair for me. And go through your wardrobe and pick outfits suitable for whoring. You'll be expected to add clothes to your wardrobe at her direction." "The next girl is a dietitian, and a personal trainer, and she is going to put you on a strict diet. I expect you to lose 5 pounds a week for the next three weeks." "But the last girl, Lisa, is one of my clients. She is paying me a lot to let her tie you down on your bed, and cut loose on you with a whip and a strap on. She's a real freak, and just loves treating crossdressers like abused little sluts. I think it's something to do with her little brother or something? I don't know." He says, getting into his car and starting the engine, "When you hear this knock," he says, tapping out a pattern on his car door, three, one, two, "it's someone I sent, so open the door immediately, and obey without question." He puts the SUV in reverse, and as he is getting ready to pull away, says rather loudly, "And don't you dare swallow that cum until you get back to your apartment." And he was gone. I never felt as ashamed as while I walked all the way back to my apartment, obediently following his instructions. It was true. I was Marcus' whore. I had no free will left. As I entered my apartment, I swallowed his cum for the third time in about four hours. I quickly undressed, showered, and reapplied my make-up, as part of my requirement to be ready 24/7. I put on a pink baby doll nightie and panties, and my heels, as required. I set an alarm for 8:00am, not knowing what time the first girl was to arrive, and wanting to be fully dressed and ready for her. I lay face up on my bed, so I didn't smudge my make-up, and was sound asleep in seconds. Surprisingly enough, I didn't even dream! To be continued?