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Blackmailed sissy whore Part 2 I woke with a start, like someone awakening from a nightmare. 'What time is it? 'No, 'what day is it?' Was I having a nightmare? I raised a hand to my chest, and sure enough, there were the nipple rings in my throbbing nipples. They were harder than they'd ever been. I reached up, and touched each of the six studs that had been pierced into my ears. Nope, that part wasn't a dream or even a nightmare either. The slight burning sensation on the back of my neck, my left shoulder, and my lower back told me that those were all too real as well. Lastly, praying that at least that part was a dream, I reached down to touch my cock. This really was a nightmare. Yes, I was locked away in what felt like the smallest chastity cage ever made. Reaching back even further, the reality of the shock collar, locked tightly on behind my cage, was all too real as well. Even the slightest arousal from the kind of 'turn on' that the totally fucked situation I was in gave me, now caused incredible discomfort. How could this possibly be arousing me? This whole situation was kind of like my dream world come true, only to find that it's going to be a living hell. Now all I could feel is the repercussions of letting myself be totally blackmailed and owned by another person, and losing all control and free will. I now had to live a life that someone else was making me live. I got out of bed, an odd sensation with my first morning steps being in my 4" pumps, and headed for the bathroom. I had learned last night that the days of my standing to pee were over. The curve of the chastity cage made it impossible to pee while standing without making quite a mess. Even sitting, it took several wipes with toilet paper to dry off down there because of the restriction of the cage. If I wasn't precisely lined up with the hole in the end of the cage, pee went everywhere. I headed to the kitchen to put on some coffee. I have to admit, walking around my apartment in a baby doll nightie and heels was quite a liberating feeling. While I waited for the coffee to get done, I took inventory of my supplies. I felt comfortable that I could delay grocery shopping for a few days until I could figure out how I wanted to deal with those logistics. I could do curbside express. But just being out in public, with my barcode so exposed, was a terrifying thought. I really wasn't feeling very hungry anyway. I guess having your life totally fucked over will have that effect on your appetite. I made my cup of coffee, and went to the living room, and put on the local news, for background noise. I removed the ointments and instructions that Leah had place in my purse. Reading the instructions carefully, I headed to the bathroom again to remove the bandages, and apply the ointment. As much as I really hated the fact that I had been tattooed against my will, I wanted to see them. I had to know that they were really there, and that they really said what Leah said they would say. I removed the bandages from my neck and shoulder, and sure enough, there was the bar code on my neck, just beneath my hairline. It was definitely impossible for anyone not to notice that one. Spelled out horizontally on the upper right side of the bar code was 'BLACK OWNED.' On the left side, a small queen of spades. So that's what Marcus meant that I had the option to wear the collar out. What would I rather want people to know about me? That I was a whore, or that I was Black Owned? How could I ever cover that up if I did have to go somewhere as a man? I couldn't wear a 'whore' collar to a family function, but I definitely couldn't bear the humiliation of everyone seeing my 'BLACK OWNED' barcode either. The Queen of spade tattoo was just as bad, though more concealed. The words, 'black cock whore' spelled out in pink bordered bold black letters stated undeniably what I was now. But it was the tramp stamp that was the most humiliating. It was a larger Queen of Spades in the center of my back, just above the start of my butt crack. From it ran thin, swirling intertwined black and pink ribbons reaching out towards my hips. Above that, in fine cursive letters, it said again, 'black cock whore'. Leah really did a number on me. I was truly branded. The three tattoos looked a little odd, but Leah's instructions stated that, after a few days of using the ointment, the swelling would go down. My cell phone message notification went off, and I went back to the bedroom to see who it was. It was a phone number that I didn't recognize, but the message on my home screen said, 'Good morning Aleasha. My name is Tiffany. Marcus....' And the preview text ended. I hurriedly unlocked my phone to read the full message, and realized the nightmare was just beginning. 'Good morning Aleasha. My name is Tiffany. Marcus has scheduled for me to stop by and give you some fashion and make-up guidance. I'll need you to remove any make-up you may be wearing now, and put out all the make-up you use. I'll need for you to make sure you are freshly shaved, in fact, double shaved at least one hour before we begin. Dress in an outfit that you feel is your best whore outfit, and I will help you get the look right. I will be there at 10:30. Please be ready for me. I have a busy day, and this may take up to two hours.' I didn't really see a reason to reply, but typed 'OK', and sent it. It was 9:00, so I had some time. I went back to the bathroom, and removed my make-up. I wondered if this was a set-up. What would happen if Marcus came barging in, and I didn't have any make-up on? I was just following instructions, right?? After the first shave, I went back to my room, and went through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect 'whore' outfit. Most of my clothes were mainly office attire, but I did have some fun little outfits too. Sometimes, when playing with self-bondage, a gurl needs to feel a little naughty. I had bought a 15" leather skate skirt a few years ago. It barely covered my butt. Skirt picked out, I added a white, spaghetti strap tank, with a sheer black blouse. I had a black bustier and stockings that were still in their packaging. I love pantyhose, and stockings never really caught on for me. But now seemed like a good time for a short skirt, garters and stockings. The bustier had cups, and easily accommodated my D cup breast forms. I added a black thong, and the 4" black ankle strap open toe pumps that I wore last night. I shaved a second time, going against the grain this time for a really close shave. I never really had a lot of facial hair, and even at 25 I couldn't grow a mustache or beard to save my life. I took all my make- up products out, and lined everything up on the vanity. Ok, time to get dressed and make sure everything fits right. Before long, I was checking myself out in the mirror. I always had a slight build. I was never really into sports, and never had a really physical job, and that was why I saw more of a girlish figure in the mirror than a man in drag! I kind of liked what I saw, and immediately regretted those thoughts. Dammit!! I couldn't even enjoy looking hot without being reminded that Marcus was now the key holder to my chastity cage, and was now the owner of my most intimate thoughts. I went back to my bedroom, and got the hoop earrings from my dresser. I knew that if Marcus were to let himself in, and I didn't have the hoops in my ears, there would be hell to pay. I'm sure Tiffany was instructed to do a check list when she got here as well. Returning to the bathroom sink, I removed the studs from my earlobes, and put the hoops through the holes. This was going to take some getting use too. I was never a big fan of piercings, and I couldn't even watch someone get an injection. I have a deep rooted needle phobia, and sticking things through my flesh had an odd effect on me. Ready a little early, I went to the living room to spend the last 20 minutes waiting for Tiffany watching the breaking news on Fox News. I was so nervous. Most of my crossdressing life I just wanted to be seen, and accepted by girls as 'one of the girls'. Now, here I sat, not only waiting for a girl, but waiting for a girl who was going to teach me things I need to know to be a girl. Before long, a light knock on the door signaled her arrival. I unlocked the door, and kind of hiding behind it as I opened it, was instantly taken with the young lady waiting there. A smile spread across her face, making her even more beautiful. "Wow! Aleasha, you look great!" she beamed. "When Marcus told me he had a sissy whore he wanted me to coach, I was expecting some big, lumbering oaf in a dress. You look delicious. The guys are going to LOVE you!" she laughs. She's the second girl who has said that to me in the last 24 hours, and I start to feel that I should be worried about that. "Oh my, that's such an awesome outfit. Marcus would approve for sure," she chuckled to herself. "This is going to be fun." I close and lock the door, and turn to find Tiffany stripping to her underwear! She just smiles at me, as she unhooks her bra, and stands before me in nothing but her thong. She has nipple rings, just like mine. Leah strikes again I suppose. OMG!! She's so beautiful. And at that, my little clitty decides it's going to try to prove it's really a cock, managing only to almost double me over in discomfort, making Tiffany laugh at me. "Sorry, this wasn't my idea. Marcus thought it would be more amusing for me to tease and torment you while I am coaching you," she says, laughing again. "Better learn how to get those naughty thoughts under control girl. Now, let's get started. Where is your make-up?" Tiffany follows me down the hall, to my bathroom, and immediately I see her disapproval of my collection of 'inexpensive', or cheap, others might say, collection of make-up. "Oh my God, go get a trash bag. Get rid of this cheap, teen girl crap. You have a lot of shopping to do Aleasha," she says. I go to the kitchen, and take a trash bag back to the bathroom. Soon, all my make-up is gone. I thought to myself, 'not much of a tutorial without any make-up', but Tiffany goes to the living room, gets her bag, and again, I am doubled over watching her boobs bobbing their way towards me. Tiffany laughs at me. "Oh my god girl, get that thing under control!" she laughs. "This is too much fun. I could do this all fucking day." I try not to stare, but her boobs are incredible. Tiffany puts a finger under my chin, and pushes up, moving my gaze away from those amazing boobs. "I really need you to focus. Maybe someday, when I have more time I'll come over and tease you all day, since you seem to enjoy it so much. But for now, focus on the make-up, not my boobs." She tells me to memorize the products she is taking from her bag. Learn the name of the product, what each is for, how and when it is applied, and how much to use. These will be the only approved make-up products I may use, and their use started today, right now. Soon there are bottles, tubes, and cases of what look to be VERY expensive make-up on the vanity. Soon enough, they are going on my face. Tiffany starts by demonstrating how to apply my 'shopping' make-up. It's not a lot, but I'm getting more and more alarmed with the application of each product. I'm watching in the mirror as I am subtly transformed into a much more feminine look. I really don't believe that no one is going to notice that I'm wearing make-up. As she uncaps a mascara tube, I protest. "No way. There's no way you're going to tell me that people won't know I'm wearing mascara!" "Do you watch the news? All the guys on the news, on any TV show, or movies wear make-up. Marcus just wants yours to be a little more suited for your job, secretary. And no. I assure you, if you apply it like I'm showing you, no one will notice. I promise." She tries to teach me the subtleties of make-up, skin tone, eye color and face shape. It's a lot of information, and I find myself asking her to repeat herself a lot. "You'll get the hang of it. Girls spend most of their teen years learning this stuff. You just need to know how to do your make-up for Marcus, and for when you are in your zoom meetings at work," she says. "Wait, what did you say? I don't wear make-up during my working hours." "You do now. Marcus said that since he has free rein over your appearance, that you have no choice but to obey him? And let me tell you, you'd better obey him if that's true. He said you gave him your 'free will', and agreed to let him make all decisions for you? What the fuck were you thinking? Bad move girlfriend. But don't worry, I'm going to show you such subtle make-up tips for the office that no one will even know you're wearing make-up." She lets out a little giggle, and says, "You should be more concerned that he's considering making you get your hair dyed bright pink!" she says, laughing again. She spent about an hour and a half, teaching me about make-up application, different looks with the same basic colors, and which colors best suited my complexion. Then, we moved on to the wardrobe. I always invested in good quality bras and panties. There was no problem there, but she noticed a trend, or a rut, as she called it, with my outfits. The outfit I was wearing was about the only 'whore' looking outfit in my collection, although she said my denim miniskirt and denim bolero jacket would probably look ok for whoring. I was told about a website that sold 'stripper apparel', and she said I should be prepared to invest in about $500 worth of slutty outfits. I was told that she would talk to Marcus, and she would come back and help me order my role appropriate outfits once he granted me access to the internet again. It was 1:15 when Tiffany finally put her clothes back on, and left, leaving me the make-up she brought with her, and taking all the cash I had to pay for it. She said it was about $300 worth of make-up, and I had about $225 in my apartment. She said I could give her the rest when she came back to help me order my new 'work' clothes. About 15 minutes after Tiffany left, there was the 'secret' knock at my door. Again, I opened the door, standing behind it to kind of hide myself in case a neighbor was in the corridor as well. The girl came in, but she didn't strip. I was really glad of that, because I thought she was even more awesome looking than Tiffany! She was slightly taller than me, had a very athletic build, and the most beautiful, full head of dark brunette hair I'd ever seen "So, Aleasha is it? It's so nice to meet you. Marcus just raves about you. You're definitely not what I was expecting. Tiffany did a nice job with your make-up," she says. "I'm here to assess your physical appearance, and start you on a diet and exercise regimen to help you achieve a more feminine figure. First order of business, Marcus wants you to lose 5 pounds per week for the next three weeks, so, I need a weigh in. I'll need you to strip to your underwear" She opens the large bag she brought with her, and pulls out a scale. Placing it on the floor, once I'm stripped to my underwear, she tells me to step on the scale. "Should I take off my heels?" I ask, truly not knowing whether I should or not. "Well, from what I understand, you're supposed to be wearing at least 3 ?" heels 24/7, or be punished. Is that true?" she asks, and I just nod my head to confirm. "Then why the fuck would you take them off now? Unless of course you enjoy being punished. Is that it? Do you like being punished, whore?" I'm caught off guard by her directness. I stammer a weak, 'no,,,no,,,,not at all, I mean, I just thought, for the weight, I'm sorry,,,, I' before she tells me to 'shut the fuck up.' "You are sorry all right, fantasizing about being a whore, and being treated badly by men. We've all been reading your stupid stories for months now. Have you ever been raped? Huh?" she asks, sounding like she's about to get really angry. "Well I have, and I'm telling you now, it's no fucking fantasy, and you're going to find that out sooner rather than later I'm sure!" she berates me, "Now get on the fucking scale so I can finish with you and get the fuck out of here." I step on the scale. 190. "OMG, I'd recommend you lose 20 pounds, especially with your height and build. You're built like a 14 year old girl." "You will follow a no carb, high protein diet. No bread, pasta, or cheese. Breakfast will be 4 oz. of a bran cereal with soy milk, half an orange and 8 oz. of juice. Lunch will be 4 oz. of tuna salad on lettuce, and the other half of an orange, and a cup of herbal tea. No more coffee, ever. No creamers or half and half, and definitely no sugar. Dinner will be 4 oz. servings of meat, fish, or chicken, broiled or grilled only, with a small salad with a vinaigrette dressing, and a vegetable. No snacking at all. You will drink water or herbal tea only when you feel hungry outside of meal time." I'm kind of shocked. That's not a lot of food. I have a pretty good metabolism, and my weight has always been consistent, no matter what I eat. But I know better than to argue with her. I take note of her recommendations, thinking, 'and 20 pounds in 4 weeks? That's a lot!' "I will email Marcus a detailed diet plan, with recipes." "You also need a workout regimen. You will get an elliptical, or a treadmill, and use it for one hour every day. Use it for 15 minutes in the morning, 20 minutes at lunch, and 25 minutes one hour after dinner, on level 4 minimum." She orders, "You will also do these toning exercises to slim and tone you into a more desirable feminine, figure. " she say, taking some papers and diagrams from her bag. "You will start these exercises today, and will do each set 3 times a day. In the morning before work, after lunch while on your lunch break, and in the evening before bed, when you have no clients to tend to." "I'll give Marcus my recommendations, and your starting weight. Have fun with your new life. I'm sure the 'fantasy' of it will fade quickly, and you'll soon be living the hell us girls are put through." As she is finishing that thought, the deadbolt on my door is unlocked, and in walks Marcus, and there is another girl with him. She is oddly attractive, in a way that's hard to explain. She is thin and only standing at about 5'4, she looked very young, but her face showed her experience. She was not what you would call 'voluptuous', with a body more like a 13 year old. She was also VERY black, the darkest black person, let alone woman, I'd ever seen. She wore very large, round glasses with incredibly thick lenses. Her hair was pulled back so severely, that she almost looked bald, until you saw her in profile, and saw the massive 'poof ball' on the back of her head. "Hey Amanda, I'm sure you remember my good friend and best client Lisa?" he greets her, and I see Amanda noticeably tense up. They exchange the proper pleasantries, and its right to business. "Just about wrapped up here? Got her on a plan?" "Yeah, I was just telling 'her'" as she sarcastically emphasizes 'her', "that I would send you an email to review my plan, along with recipes, quantities, and portion sizes, and a strict workout program. I think she should easily lose 20 pounds in 4 weeks. The exercises are designed to tone, and give a slightly more 'girlish shape to her waist hips and legs." "Excellent. Get that to me as soon as possible, and thanks again Amanda," he says to her. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have business with our newest addition to the stable." With that, Amanda turns towards me, a huge smile spreading across her face, like she just learned something I should know, that should alarm me, but she's not going to tell me. "Bye Aleasha, I sure you're really going to enjoy this," she says devilishly as she leaves. Turning his attention to me, Marcus moves beside me, and pulls me close, holding me at his side. "What do you think Lisa? I think the guys are going to keep this one VERY busy. Did you read any of the shit I sent you that she wrote? She sure loves being abused, don't you Aleasha?" he asks, and I nod my acknowledgment, knowing better than to actually speak. Oh my god, he's putting my fantasies out there for his 'clients' to read? "Oh yes, I'm sure she'll do nicely. And yes, her fantasies are really juicy. I just hope she can take it as well as she fantasizes about it." She replies, "Because there's a big difference between fantasizing about 60 lashes, and actually 'Taking' 60 lashes. Or being gang raped by a bunch of horse cock brothers" "Look, you can test her at 60 lashes, I don't care. You're one of my best clients, and my girls are your girls, for a price of course. Just try to avoid the fresh ink, and don't welt her up so bad she doesn't heal up for a week. This whores going online in a day or so, just as soon as I can scan her, ok?" "Oh my goodness, she's barcoded already? Let me see," she beams giddily, "I wish I could scan her!" "Of course she's barcoded, that's the first thing I do to my whores. She also has a queen of spades on her shoulder, and a black cock whore tramp stamp. Not to mention the new ear piercing, and my mandatory nipple rings" "Nipple rings?! Oh my god Marcus, you should have called me. I'd have LOVED to watch that. Maybe Leah would have let me do one." Marcus turns me around, and Lisa approached me and touched the barcode on my neck. "That is sooooo fucking cool! Does she really understand how the barcode system works?" "Oh yeah, I had Leah explain it to her last night while she was branding her. I don't think she knows about the 'specialty' drop down menu that only platinum members can access, but she'll learn soon enough." "Sweet," says Lisa, almost cooing. "Let's get her tied down on the bed. I can't wait to test her limits. I think she'll be a real screamer?" "Absolutely, that's why I'm here. I know you want to strap on fuck her, but you have to let me take her first. I'm always the first cock my whores take." "Really?? You haven't fucked her yet?" she asks, almost as if that should be a shocker. "I just got her last night, Lisa. Give me a break, ok. She swallowed three loads of my seed, though. Sucked my cock like a pro, didn't you whore?" "Oooooo! Lucky girl. A gift from Marcus." She laughs. She cups my chin in her hand, and looking me in the eyes says, "You'll be swallowing soooooo much cum that you won't even need food anymore!" "Let's do this, I don't know about yours, but my schedule pretty much loaded today Lisa. You can stay a little longer, once I take her ass. Whip her ass good if you like, but don't you dare tear her up. Just let me know when you're done, and I'll send one of my girls over to release her later." "Let's get her tied down good and tight, and I'll warm her up with 30 or 40 on her ass for you. I want to see the look in her eyes when that monster of yours tears her up!" I am led to the bedroom, and my wrist and ankle cuffs are locked on. Lisa took long lengths of rope, and tied them to the posts of the headboard. She then repeated this process, tying the ropes to the legs of the base frame at the foot of the bed. Marcus instructs me to strip to my thong, stockings and heels. As I am stripping down, Marcus takes a video camera and a small tripod from the bag he'd brought with him. He sets it on the dresser on the right side of the bed, and aims it at my bed, and presses the record button. I have a queen size bed, with a big sturdy headboard, but no foot board. There is plenty of room to stretch me out, and they do. My pillows are stacked in the center of the bed, and I am instructed to lie face down on the bed, with the pillows under my hips, and I am tied in a strict spread eagle. My head at the foot of the bed, and I am not gagged, or blindfolded. I get to watch as Marcus strips down to his birthday suit, and I can see he is ready for business. He walks to the foot of the bed, and reaching under my shoulders, manages to pull me about two inches closer to the edge. "Wow, Leah did a great job on her brandings." Lisa giggles, "How degrading for white sissy to be reduced to nothing but a pair of holes for black cock. You should have had her make the tramp stamp say, 'Marcus' black cock whore'. Make sure your name is there for all to see as her owner." "I never really thought of that. I'll have her work it in someday. That's what I love about you Lisa, always thinking." Marcus cups my chin and lifts my gaze to meet his. "My cock is fucking hard as fuck, now do your job bitch," he demands, and I promptly comply. "Oooooo, what an obedient little cock sucker. Mmmmmm, you'll be sucking a lot of cock as soon as that barcode is ready" Lisa says happily. I see her out of the corner of my eye taking something long and very thin from her bag. "Holy fuck Lisa. You're going to use that on her? I wouldn't even use that on her. That's fucking cruel," Marcus says, and I immediately start squirming, and pulling against my bonds. Marcus slaps me on the side of my head, "Don't you worry about anything but worshipping my cock, whore, I'll take care of everything else" "No way are you going to do 60 with that Lisa. You'll ruin her for a week, and she'll be welted up longer than that. You can use a flogger or a belt for 40 or more, but no more than 30 with that fucking zip strip" he tells her. "And for fuck sake spread them out a little." "Dammit Marcus, that's why I pay your fee. You're the only one who can cater to my desires. Fine, 30 with the zip strip. How about I do 10 on her back, 10 on her ass, and 5 down each thigh?" she counters. "Then I'll do the other 30 with the belt once you fuck her, and I get my turn with old fag maker." "I love when you call your strap on fag maker." He chuckles his approval, "Deal, though she's going to scream like hell for the first 30. She'll probably pass out," he says, and I start squirming again. 'Shit, this is getting real' I think to myself, surrendering to the fact that there's no escape, and I try to steel myself for what's to come. "No way that my cock is going to be in her mouth when you start though. I'll just stand back and admire your work." As he continues fucking my mouth, for the time being, "I love hearing whores scream and beg for mercy they know isn't coming. I could listen to that all day!"" he says, and laughs with Lisa. "Mercy? That's the name of every whip I own." And they laugh again, "She can beg for mercy all she wants, and I'll give it to her." She laughs, and Marcus joins her. Marcus backs away, and I see Lisa positioning herself at the side of my bed. "You will count each stroke out loud for me. If you forget what number we're on, we'll start over" she says. I really start squirming. "Oh, stop it. You haven't even felt one lash yet. But I'll give you something to squirm about." Lisa moves a little further down the bed, and I can't see her anymore. "Marcus is only letting me do this to show you what happens when his girl's piss him off. I'll tell you about this one fucking whore who tried to leave Marcus while he still had ownership of her. She was gone for a week or so, before a pimp in Ohio came across her. Well, he scanned her barcode, and was taken to Marcus' recovery number. He called Marcus, and Marcus drove all the way up there to get her sorry ass. He was soooooo mad that he called me on the way to get her, and I was only too happy to help him out. First, we ran a train of about 16 guys on her. Fucked her hard and raw for almost 4 hours. Then, over an hour long session, I think we welted every inch of her back, ass, tits, stomach and legs, as she hung spread eagle from a beam in Marcus' basement. I used a belt, and a bullwhip on her, and my god, it was glorious. I came 6 times whipping that whore. We had to revive her 8 or 9 times that night. She has learned to be such an obedient little whore now. In fact, she's your dietitian and personal trainer now." "My how she screamed as they fucked her pussy and ass over and over, and during her whipping. We all lost count after the first 100 lashes!! Remember that Marcus?" "Oh yeah. It makes me hard just thinking about it. She'll never make that mistake again. I extended my ownership of her for another 5 years because of that." He chuckles. "And thanks to you, she's learned to enjoy eating ass. I make her clean my ass at least once a week now, just as a reminder." "Yes, there's nothing like a submissive white tongue in a superior black ass hole!" she chuckles out. Oh my god, the visual of that played out in my mind, Amanda on her knees, licking and cleaning Lisa's, and Marcus' ass was more than a little arousing. I prayed that I would never have to do that to ANYONE, and I am snapped back to the moment, and realize what a helpless position I am in now. "Ok bitch, time to get this show on the road. Remember, concentrate and count out loud. If you lose count, or fail to say the number before the next lash is dealt, we start over," she says. "I guess that's fair. Ready when you are, Lisa," Marcus says. 'Speak for yourself,' I think to myself, as instinctively, knowing what's coming, my wrists and ankles twist and pull, trying to get loose, and I hear it. Whooooooosh, crack! I scream out instantly. It was a pain like no other pain I've ever felt. I twist and buck against my bonds at the intense stinging and deep burning the one stroke brought to my mid back. "You will count each lash immediately after it is dealt whore, or we start over. Number please?" she demands. "One!" I barely get it out, and Woooossh, crack! "2! " I scream out, and without hesitation, woooosh, crack! "3!" I am bucking, and twisting against my bonds, wanting to desperately get away from Lisa's whip. I have no idea what she is using on me, but the indescribable pain gets worse with each lash. Woooosh, crack! "4!" I scream, as I am now starting to sob uncontrollably with each lash, and begging her to stop. "Oh no bitch," she says, "I'm just starting to get wet." Woooosh, crack! "5" and it continues, with no mercy at all, until 10 lashes have been delivered to my back. "Let's give that 5 minutes to sink in, then I'll start on her ass. Oh my god, that felt soooooo good," she cooed. "What? Did you cum? When? I didn't even notice," Marcus asked, sounding a little surprised. "After 9. Oh my, that tortured, hopeless,pathetic scream of pain, mmmmmm! And the way she tried so hard to turn away from number 10? I came so hard that I really made 10 count. I'm so fucking wet right now, she's going to have to clean me up!" she laughed. "You're a real twist Lisa. You make me hope that another one of my girl's fucks up and tries to get away. And she'll be more than happy to lick you clean, if you wish. Just make sure she's tied securely before you leave" Soon, the break is over, and once again, Lisa has taken her position beside the bed. "Same rules whore. Count each lash immediately after it's dealt," she says, and the nightmare continues. With the first lash, I am twisting and crying as she mercilessly whips my ass! I'm surprised that the ropes held, and headboard didn't break by the time she got to 7. 'What the fuck is she whipping me with?' I wonder, as my ass is on fire. I am twisting and bucking like a wild animal, but being so stretched out Lisa's whip finds its target each time. I'm sure my counting is becoming incoherent by now, as I am almost hyperventilating, begging for her so stop, and sobbing hysterically at the same time. Finally, woooosh, crack! "10!" I scream out, and everything goes black for a few seconds. I come around to Marcus, lightly but firmly slapping my cheek. "Come on bitch, were not done here yet." I know that Marcus is standing in front of me, so that meant that the finger/fingers probing my ass had to be Lisa's. My thong had been pulled down, and my ass had been lubricated with something, as her fingers slid in and out easily, one finger, then two, and then three. "Go ahead and fuck her Marcus. I'll finish up with her once you're done," she says. As Marcus moves around, and climbs on the bed, moving into place between my legs, Lisa moves to the foot of the bed, and pulls up a chair. She cups my chin, and tells me I am to look into her eyes the whole time Marcus is fucking me. That she want to see my humiliation, and see my surrender to the superior black race. Marcus wastes no time. There is no consideration of whether I am ready or not, and with total indifference to my sobs, and pleas, the head of his cock finds its target, and he is driving his cock into me. I close my eyes with the pain, as he works it deeper and deeper with each thrust, and I am slapped hard by Lisa. She makes that two fingers pointed at her eyes gesture, as if to say, you look right here. "Look into my eyes bitch, and don't even blink," she says smiling as I comply. She is enjoying the pained look on my face, and the incredibly humiliating sounds I am making. I'm so embarrassed, watching this obviously sadistic woman smiling in approval as Marcus raped me. Marcus reached underneath me, and had cupped my shoulders, pulling me into him as he slams into my ass. It makes me yelp each time his hips slam into my burning ass, and there is soon an audible slapping sound as his hips slam into me. Soon he's going balls deep as my head is reeling. Soon, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure starts to take hold of me. I can only stare into Lisa's eyes, as she smiles, enjoying my subjugation. She smiles even wider, as she fully understands what is about to happen. Unbelievably my little clitty is straining at my cage. Each thrust brings an even deeper feeling of pleasure, and before I even know what's happening, I cum. I see Lisa's lips curl up into a twisted, devious smile, and she throws her head back and laughs. "Your whore just came in her panties, Marcus!" she laughs hysterically. "My god, what a fucking slut." "Are you sure, Lisa? I didn't approve that. You just make sure she pays for cumming without permission Lisa," he pants out. "Give her 10 on each leg with that fucking zip strip. That should teach her to obey, and not cum without first begging for permission" He says, and he tenses up, and he cums deep inside me. I stop struggling against my bonds, as Marcus collapses on me, his full weight pinning me to the bed, his cock still deep inside of me, throbbing. We lay there for a few minutes, both breathless and spent. When Marcus gets up, he moves to the foot of the bed, his still hard cock pressed to my lips. "Clean me up bitch. Your ass belongs to me, don't you ever forget that." OMG! He can't be serious. The smell was horrible, as one might imagine, knowing where his cock had been. I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was such a humiliating and degrading thing to be told to do. I hesitated, and that earned me a hard slap across my right cheek. He walked away for a few seconds, and when he returned, I felt the first of at least six shocks, as he had apparently retrieved the transmitter for the shock collar. "The next shocks will be at 45," he says. "Those were at 40. Now clean your Master's cock whore!" "Oh my god Marcus, you HAVE to let me shock her. Please????" "Sure, set it to 45. You know how?" he says, and my heart sinks. "Oh, I know all about shock collars. You know that my brother Lee wears mine. I LOVE shocking his balls!" "Cool, just keep hitting the button until my cock is clean. And if this whore bites me, you can punish her any way you like," he tells her. Lisa adjusts the shock level to 45, and shows me the display, and makes me watch as she presses the shock button. I buck, pulling at the ropes. She laughs at my struggle, saying, "I could do this all day whore. Now clean your master's cock." She waits until I stop squirming, and presses it again. At the third shock, I surrender, and start licking and sucking Marcus' cock until he is satisfied that it is 100% clean. It was so humiliating and degrading. Lisa just laughed as she shocked me ruthlessly, saying, "This is your life now bitch. You're nothing now but an obedient fucking white sissy sex slave to the superior black race, Get use to cleaning guys' cocks off after they fuck you. There's an extra charge for that, but they all gladly pay it!" Soon, Marcus is satisfied that my job was complete, and began dressing. "Now you can use the fag maker on her Lisa. I'm going to stick around to watch you zip strip her legs, then I have to get moving. I'm sure this is going to hurt like hell! Like I said, she has to pay for cumming without permission," he says to her. "Absolutely! You don't need to tell me twice," she responds as she moves into position on the right side of the bed. "Count clearly this time girl, you were getting a little sloppy last time." Woooosh, crack! And it begins. I scream out, '1', as she lands a very hard lash on the back of my right leg, mid-way between my knee and my ass. I immediately begin twisting and pulling at the ropes holding my ankles, trying to avoid the next lash. Woooosh, crack! "2," I cry out. "Please, please, please, stop! I'll be good! I promise," I say, crying and pleading. Woooosh, Crack! "3," I scream as Lisa bends in close, and whispers in my ear, "I know you'll be good, once I'm through with you. You just count, like a good girl, because if you beg me to stop one more fucking time, I'll double the amount of lashes to your legs." I whimper as I anticipate the next crack of her whip. "No Lisa, 10 on each leg, that's more than enough. This whore needs be ready to work in a day or two," Marcus tells her. "Fine," she says, sounding more than a little disappointed, "You're a real kill joy, you know that Marcus. Remember, count clearly." Woooosh, Crack! "4," I scream, really bucking and screaming as this most sensitive area it ravaged with her whip. Woooosh, Crack. "5," I cry out in a pathetic howl of pain. I am openly crying, and feel like I'm ready to pass out from the pain. Lisa was pulling no punches. For some reason, at that moment, I realized that this was why Amanda was as giddy as she was when she left. She knew that if Lisa was here, then I was in for something big, and probably very painful. "Now," Lisa says mockingly, "the additional 5 for cumming without permission. You will start counting at 1 again." "Noooooo! Please no. I'm sorry! I'll never cum without permission again! Please!! Mercy master Marcus!" I cry out, but to no avail. "Shut your fucking mouth whore, before I let her give you 5 more for speaking without permission. Go ahead Lisa, 5 more." Lisa moved in, and whispering in my ear, said, "I know you'll never cum without permission. If I had my way, you'd never cum again." Marcus stayed for the left leg whipping, and without saying a word, left once Lisa finished those 5 additional lashes to my left leg. They walked out and left me there to enjoy the spread of the intense heat of my whipping. By now, I couldn't stay still. I was squirming and pulling at my bonds, but they weren't budging. I knew that when Lisa came back in, things were going to get worse. Next was belt portion of the whipping, and I already felt like I couldn't take anymore, and I was panicking because Marcus wouldn't be there to protect me from her. I could hear that they were talking, but I couldn't tell what was being said. After a few minutes, Lisa came back, and I got to meet 'fag maker' in person. It hung from her hips so majestically, and looked so huge on Lisa's tiny frame. Immediately I started squirming and tugging at my restraints. It was every bit the length as Marcus', but it looked much thicker. "Well, Aleasha, meet fag maker. Gorgeous, isn't it?? You know, I used this on Amanda that night. I fucked her pussy and her ass with it. She cried like a bitch, so I fucked her even harder. God, I love to hear little white bitches scream. And when they cry for me, mmmmmm, it makes me cum so hard!" she says, moving to the foot of the bed. "Go on whore. Suck it like you sucked Marcus' cock." I immediately open my mouth, and she shoves the big knob of a head into my mouth. I start gagging as she tries to push it into my throat. She pulls out, and slaps me. "You gotta do better than that girl, if you're going to be sucking off Marcus' friends. Believe me, you don't want to embarrass Marcus." And she starts again. Lisa laughs as I choke, and gag on the huge dildo, as she tries to push deeper and deeper into my throat. After about 20 minutes she stops fucking my mouth, and gets on the bed. She works her way between my legs, and I feel the huge strap on come to rest on my ass cheeks, and lowering herself down onto my back, I feel her tiny boobs pressing into my back. Much to my surprise, my little clitty starts to stir again! 'Oh my god, I'm such a loser' I think to myself. With everything she's done to me, and what I know is about to come, how in the fuck could I be getting hard? Lisa reaches down, and guides the huge knob into position. Having just been fucked by Marcus, there is no resistance, and it pops in, and I yelp, and start squirming again. As she pushes harder and harder, driving it home, I really start screaming and yanking at my restraints. "Mmmmmmm!" Lisa says. "Time for the bucking bronco ride! Let's see if fag maker can make you cum again!" she laughs. She starts pulling back, and once she pulls out to where just the knob is in me, she slams it home, driving deeper than she was before. Soon she is going at me at a pretty steady pace, every third or fourth thrust being an almost complete pull out, followed by slamming it balls deep. I am almost crying, as the pleasure starts to build again. My little clitty is straining at the steel cage, and I think to myself, 'Fuck, I really am a fucking whore,' as unbelievable as it sounds, I had a dry orgasm. I came, but I was on empty. It was so intense, my head was spinning. I vaguely remember Lisa whispering in my ear, 'welcome to your first 'sissygasm'', as I hear her laughter in my ear. "What a fucking whore!" she says, and continues fucking me even harder. After who knows how long it was, I was ordered to clean the fag maker, just as I cleaned Marcus' cock. I felt so nasty, and degraded, as I licked and sucked the nasty smelling dildo. Lisa then told me that she was going to give me six sets of ten lashes with her belt, and although it still hurt like hell, it was nothing like the 'zip strip'. She had to revive me twice, as I couldn't take anymore, and passed out. I didn't have to count this time, but I'm pretty sure she went well over the number of lashes she promised me. As she whipped me, I actually heard her cum, twice. She may have cum more than twice, that I wouldn't doubt with this sadistic bitch, but I know she came at least twice. In the middle of a set, when she hit a spot that really made me buck, and cry out, she would pause briefly, and I could hear her, "Oh fuck yeah! Mmmmmmmm! That's sooooo good!" She came around and pulled the chair up to the foot of the bed. Unbuckling her belt, she dropped her leather pants and her underwear, and stepped out of them. I'd say panties, but they were more like men's briefs, tighty whiteys. As my head was slightly over the foot of the bed, so she just sat in the chair, and inched forward, until her pussy was at my lips, and I knew what I needed to do. I start licking as soon as she pressed her crotch against my lips. After about 15 minutes of cleaning her pussy, her breathing got more and more rapid, and she started moaning loudly. After about another minute, she screamed, "Open your fucking mouth whore!" and she yells out, rather loudly, and she came. A huge jet of her cum shot from her pussy, mostly shooting into my mouth, and she ordered me to swallow it. "Clean me up bitch, lick up every drop." She pants, obviously spent from her orgasm. I lick and clean her pussy for at least another 5 minutes, and she moves away from me. She got up, and moved the chair from the foot of the bed. I could only watch helplessly as she turned away from me, and her ass moved towards my face. 'Oh fuck! I really don't want to do this,' I think to myself. But I knew better than to challenge Lisa. I would lose, every time. So, as her ass made contact with my lips, I started licking. At first it was just her ass cheeks, but soon she shifted her stance to where her hole was right there. "Clean my asshole you fucking worthless white cunt! I want that fucking tongue as deep as it will go. Eat my ass bitch," she demands. I am sore from the whipping, and exhausted from the physical exertion of fighting my bonds, I can only obediently surrender my self-esteem. I give her my first, of many MANY rim jobs to come. After about 10 minutes of grinding her ass against my face, she moved away from me. She put her underwear and pants back on, and gathering up her things and putting them in her bag, she was gone. I didn't know how long I lay there, tied down on my bed, but after what seems like hours, I hear the door open, and I hear someone walking towards my room. Someone moves to the foot of the bed, and I am quite embarrassed to see Amanda towering over me. "OH, MY, GOD! Are you ok?!" she says in a panicked sounding voice. I didn't want to know if it was as bad as she made it sound. I think that shock had set in or something, because I really couldn't feel anything. She starts untying my hands. Her hands were so noticeably shaking, making it take longer than it probably should have. "Holy shit, I can't believe Marcus let her do this to you," she says in such a panicked voice, almost sobbing, and I really start to worry. "I'm sooooo sorry! Oh my god, I'm sooooo sorry. I thought it was funny, that you'd get a dose of reality. I'm soooo sorry that Marcus bringing Lisa to see you made me so happy," she says. "That woman is a sadistic freak!" she adds, as she moves to start untying my ankles from the headboard. "I don't know what she used on you, but you're a fucking mess! And Marcus let her do this? Did you piss him off or something??" "No, he just said that she paid him a lot of money to whip me, said it was to show what would happen if I tried to get away," I replied. "They told me what they did to you. I'm soooooo sorry you had to go through that," I tell her, sincerely. Amanda kind of froze up and for a moment seemed paralyzed, probably at the mention of the ordeal she went through, and I was immediately sorry I brought up such a painful memory for her. Soon, she seemed to snap out of it, and she returned to untying me. "And you were right, it's definitely no fantasy." "Yeah, well, don't go thinking this makes us 'kindred spirits' or something." She nervously laughed. "It just makes me mad when sissies like you think it's 'fun' being a 'sex slave.' Was this fun??" she asks, as she gets my ankles released from the headboard "Oh my god no! You were definitely right," as I start sobbing. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" I ask myself, and I break down, crying uncontrollably. I crawl to the edge of the bed, and sit up. Much to my surprise, Amanda sits on the bed beside me, puts her arms around me, and holds me until I calm down. I gather my thoughts, and start to calm down. I look at Amanda, and she also has tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry you had to come here, and I'm sorry if I brought back bad memories for you. I'll understand if you hate me, but thank you for being here for me, I appreciate you consoling me," I say, as I instinctively reach up to wipe away her tears. "You can go if you want too. I'll be ok. I'm going to try to shower, and get ready." Amanda takes my hand in her hands, pulls me in and carefully hugs me, thankfully avoiding any contact with my back. "I don't hate you. I know what you're going through right now. We all make bad choices that we have to live with. Look, I don't know if we can ever truly be friends, but we need to be here for each other," she says, as she starts sobbing, "I guess we're both pretty much screwed now, aren't we? I'm so fucking pathetic," she says, and she starts shaking, and crying uncontrollably. I hug her tightly, and trying to be as reassuring as I can under the circumstances say, "Don't say that! You're not pathetic. You weren't responsible for any of it. Sure, I might seem like a confused, pathetic sissy, and I may have gotten myself in over my head, but I'm a survivor. And I'm sure you are too.. We'll get through this, together." "Oh yeah," she sighs, "let's see if you still feel that way after a month, or two months. You're about to find out what it is to be nothing. To be nothing but a pleasure toy for some VERY disturbed individuals, like Lisa," as she noticeably shudders, and stares off at the mere mention of her name. "There are plenty of men out there just like her, believe me. I'm not trying to scare you, but I want to prepare you. Once your luster wears off, or the next 'new girl' comes along, it gets harder and harder," she says, as she tears up again. I feel so bad for her. The things she has been subjected to, they must have been just awful for her. "I've seen Marcus lose girls plenty of times. As they fade, and they get pushed down the ladder, they're opened up to the Platinum menu. In case they didn't tell you, the platinum menu is all the sick, depraved shit, abuse and humiliation. Some girls get to the point that they just can't take the abuse anymore, and one day, something breaks inside of them, and they check out. After Marcus got me back, and they,,,,,, punished me, taught me a lesson, I was opened up to the Platinum menu. I've had to do some really sick shit since then", she says, as she starts sobbing again. "Some of that shit was so nasty, I can't sleep. And if I do manage to fall asleep, I wake up screaming. It won't go away. I relive it every time I close my eyes. I even tried to check out myself, but I couldn't even do that right." She cries, as she shows me the deep, nasty looking scars on her wrists. I'm shocked. I had no idea. I throw my arms around her, and hug her tightly. "Oh my god, I'm soooooo sorry. Nobody should ever be pushed to that level of despair," I say, looking into her sad eyes. "Look, I know I'm in trouble, and that this is definitely not my 'dream come true, more like a nightmare waiting to happen, but I hope I never lose my desire to go on like that. Please, don't ever try that again. If you ever need to talk, about anything, pleeeeease come see me, or call me. I really hope that someday we can be friends Amanda," I say, starting to cry with her, "Please promise you'll NEVER try that again, even if we're not friends." She breaks off our hug, and looking me in the eyes. She reaches up and caresses my cheeks, wiping away MY tears. "You're so sweet. Thanks for holding me. That's the nicest thing that's happened to me in over two years." She sobs. "Let's just promise to be here for each other when the really bad shit happens, ok?" "Deal," is all I can say, not wanting to ruin the moment. Amanda got up, still holding my hand, and said "I have to go. And you really need a shower! Peeeeewww!" waving her hand in front of her nose, and we both cracked up. I walked Amanda to the door, and all I could say was "Thank you," as she walked out. She turned, and said "No, thank you, for being so nice to me. And please, be careful. Now close the fucking door. You're naked and disgusting." And we laugh again. Then, she was gone. I made my way to the bathroom, and even though I really didn't want to see it, I had to survey the damage. I faced the mirror, and taking a deep breath, slowly turned to take a look. 'Oh,,,,, my ,,,,,dear ,,,,,lord!' I mumble, as I can see that my whole back area, and my ass, and the backs of my legs was nothing but welts from the belt. Lisa did manage to keep clear of the tramp stamp and my queen of spade on my shoulder, but everything else was a mess. I could see where the zip strip connected, as there were droplets of dried blood on each, I don't know, I guess each 'slice' would be the best way to describe what they looked like. I got a hand mirror from the vanity to see the whole thing. I raised the mirror slowly, my eyes closed, afraid to see the true extent of the damage, but once I saw the totality of it, I started sobbing again, and threw up. It was horrible. I was beet red with raised nasty welts as far as the eye could see. How could he let her do this to me? Wasn't he supposed to protect me? No, he was supposed to protect my 'secret' from being discovered from my coworkers, friends and family. Anything else was fair game. I hear my text alert going off in my bedroom, and again, I don't recognize the number, but the preview text says, 'Take the rest of the day to....' and I can only guess that it's Marcus. I unlock my phone, and sure enough, it is him. I'm really upset about what just happened, what he let happen to me, and I don't even want to talk to him, but the message didn't require a response. "Take the rest of the day to recover. Get cleaned up, and just relax in a baby doll and heels. I'm really sorry Lisa was so rough on you after I left. I just talked to Amanda, and she told me that Lisa really fucked you up. I should have sent Amanda sooner. I should have never left you alone with Lisa. I'm sorry Aleasha. Get cleaned up and rest. I'll see you tomorrow." I took my phone back to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, put my head in my hands, and cried again. Thanks Amanda. I owe you one. She must have called him right after she left my apartment. Just then, my text alert went off again. Again a number I didn't recognize, but as my phone was already unlocked and on Marcus' text, I had to exit his text, and open the new one. "I hope you are feeling better, and thanks for being so nice to me, after I was so mean to you. Get some rest, I heard that you're going to get VERY busy very soon," was all it said, and I lost it. I cried for a good 10 minutes. I saved both numbers to my contacts, and then I went back and saved Tiffany's number. We definitely needed a support network. I showered very gingerly, but the soap burned, as did the water, which was too hot. I turned the temperature down, until I could take it running down my back. I tried to pat my back gently to dry off, but I still winced a lot when I hit a zip strip slice. Once I was dried off enough, I applied some of the ointment to my tattoos, then I figured what the hell, it would probably help with the welts too. I applied it to as many welts as I could reach. I went to my bedroom, and put on my black baby doll and black pumps, and thought, 'screw the make-up. Marcus already said he wouldn't see me until tomorrow.' I stripped my bed, and put my sheets and blankets in a basket. Later, when things died down, I'd sneak to the laundry room, which is really right outside my apartment door, and wash and dry them. I changed them out for the time being. No better time than now to open up that beautiful, bright pink, queen size 'Hello Kitty' bed set I bought, but was too afraid to use. Out of fear, more than anything else, I did do my make-up. Marcus did show up unexpectedly once today already, and even though he apparently felt bad about the brutality of my whipping, I didn't want to see if he would let not having my make-up done slide. I also put the hoops back in my ears until bed time. I really feared facing Marcus' wrath, and swore I wouldn't do anything to bring that on. The day went along quite uneventfully. At 9:00, I took out my hoops and reinserted the pink studs in their place. At 9:30, I put on my long robe, and snuck to the laundry room, and put my bedclothes in the washer, and hurriedly went back to my apartment, my heels clicking loudly on the concrete. I went to the bathroom to freshen up my make-up, again out of fear, and taking off the robe, I pulled the baby doll nightie up to see how things were looking on my back, and my ass. Surprisingly, the redness was starting to diminish. The belt welts were calming down as well. I let my nightie back down, and freshened up. The tattoos were looking a lot crisper as well. I'm sure it wouldn't be long before Marcus has me scanned into his database, and the real nightmare began. Amanda really got me thinking about that 'Platinum" menu. Marcus mentioned it, but I wasn't sure if that meant it would be available on my barcode or not. Amanda made it sound like that was more for 'older' girls, girls in decline, or girls who pissed Marcus off, like her. I'm sure I'd know soon enough, but I was sure that it would be some really unimaginably humiliating shit. Ugh!!! I could only imagine. I had to stay in my nightie and make-up until it was time for work. Marcus promised I would have access to my computer enough to work. I sure hope he meant it. At 10:00, went back to the laundry room. The express cycle was done, and I threw my bedclothes in the dryer. I let them dry for 30 minutes or so, retrieved them, and folded them. I was beat. I just wanted to sleep. I was turning off the TV, and gathering up my laundry to put away, when in walked Marcus. I was never so glad that I did my make-up, and followed his instructions. "Hey baby girl. How you feeling?" he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "I had a long talk with Lisa, and I told her that she'll never lay a hand on you again, unless you really piss me off. She was a little disappointed, but she'll get over it. Turn around. Show me," he says. I turn, and lift my nightie, and I hear him inhale loudly, and exhale a long 'ooooooooh my.' I tell him that I'm ok, I'll be fine. "I'll have to keep you out of the game for a day or two, let you heal up. Don't move," he says, as he takes out what looks like a pricing gun, and scans my barcode. I hear two or three loud 'beeps'. "Nice, you heal up fast. Now I can get you in the database as a 'coming attraction' anyway." He starts entering information on the keypad of the devise, and in a matter of minutes, I am registered." I have so many questions, but do I dare speak, or even ask them. I need to know, and I finally work up the courage to ask for permission to speak. "I will grant you that privilege this one time. But don't test my patience. Until you learn how to sound like a girl, and I don't mean that phony, high pitch, squeaky girly voice, you do NOT speak in my presence. Once you can pass as real girl when you speak, you will be permitted to speak, but only once permission is requested, and granted. You have 5 minutes to speak freely, go." "Will I have access to my company servers to work tomorrow?" "Yes, but nothing outside the boundaries of work related access. I've actually moved all your sissy fantasy shit to my server. I've also taken over admin control of your computer, and I have set your parental control to 'child' access to the internet. Sorry, no porn for you." "Will I be able to shop online? Tiffany wants me to order 'whore' clothes from a website she told me about," I ask. "For specialty purchases from stores not accessible in person, you will have access to online shopping. I insist that for all other everyday items, you shop in person. There's Macy's and Walgreens and Walmart for clothes, and make-up, and you will grocery shop in person. I want you pushing a cart up and down the aisles in your high heels. I want people to see you are barcoded if they look close enough. If I find that you are disobeying me, I will remove ALL internet access outside of your work, and insist you wear nothing but short skirts and sexy tops when you shop. I'll make you dress like the whore you are at all times outside of your job. Anything else"? "You mentioned a "Platinum" menu, for Platinum clients. Are all your girls Platinum accessible? Am I?" I ask. "My newer, younger girls, no. I try to keep them clean, and unscarred, until they piss me off, or I get tired of them. Bitches that piss me off, like Amanda, fuck yes. You will definitely be accessible to Platinum members. They'll probably be your most frequent weekend clients, the twists and kinks that just want to do humiliating degrading shit to a little white sissy fag. And you'll probably have to travel to them some of the time. They have all kinds of 'specialty' equipment and devices that don't travel easily. That's why I'm having you tutored. Tiffany can get you looking hot enough that if you walked down the street, you'd make dicks hard!" "But what if I can't do what their asking?" As soon as it leaves my lips, I knew it shouldn't have even been asked, and Marcus gets an angry look on his face. "Bitch, if it's something that is on that drop down menu, and they pay my price for it, I don't care what they want you to do. We put a lot of time and thought into that service, and I think it covers every possible kink short of snuff shit. So if you think you might still have even the smallest amount of self-esteem, let that shit go now. It will only make things harder on you. Swallow any pride you think you may still have, except the pride you get from obeying your black masters" he says, sending a shiver down my spine. "No more questions. Do not speak, listen and obey." "I'm going to send you the link to download my scanner app. I need to get you up to speed on how the service works, and how you'll know which services you will be providing. When someone pays for a service off your barcode, you'll get a confirmation text of their purchase sent to your phone. You're going to test that for me right now, and several times during the day tomorrow. I will text you 'scan' and you will immediately scan your barcode, and select services from the drop down. You will order from the regular menu and the platinum menu. I've already entered your credit card info, but don't worry, I'll void the purchase as test only." Marcus takes out his cell phone, and shortly my text alert goes off. Sure enough, there's a hyperlink to something called MWS Products. I tap the hyperlink, and following the on screen instructions, and I successfully download his scanner app. "Scan yourself, let's make sure it's working right," he says. I aim my phone as best I could at the back of my neck, and I hear a chirp. "Excellent! See what it says?" I look at my phone screen, and see the webpage 'MWS Products and services'. There are two drop down menus, main, and platinum, both of which are labeled with my name, Aleasha, and under description it says 'white sissy whore'. "Anyone who is NOT a Platinum member only gets the main menu. Tap it." I tap the main menu, and a list of services and prices drops down. It is a very detailed menu, starting with things like 'Handjob-$10 ECT 10 min, 'handjob facial-$15 ECT 10 min, ' handjob swallow-$20 ECT 10 min,' and ran the gambit of just about any sexual service you could buy from a whore. "Select something, scroll down to blowjobs, since that's what you'll be doing the most off the main menu," he says. I scroll to blowjobs and select 'blowjob swallow-$35 ECT 15 min and a pay button appeared. "Hit pay," he says. I tap the 'pay' button, and a spinning wheel appears. Within seconds, there is a ding, and a message, 'payment approved'. A few seconds later, my text alert goes off. I open the message, and see it says 'customer purchase of a blowjob swallow for $35 has been approved. Estimated completion time 15 minutes. Marcus looks at my phone, and satisfied that the app is working fine, smiles, and says, "Excellent! Blowjob swallow will be the one you get the most. Lisa was right though, you're going to be swallowing so much cum you'll never go hungry." He laughs. "Now let me try," he says, as he scans my barcode with his phone. He doesn't let me see his phone, but he says, "Hmmmmm, maybe something from the Platinum menu." I shudder. This won't be good, I could sense it. He taps a few things on his phone, and soon, my text alert goes off. My heart sinks as I read the purchase confirmation. 'Customer purchase of (1) rimjob-$25 ECT 10 min, (1) blowjob swallow-$35 ECT 15 min, (1) urinal service-$50 per use. Units purchased-01 ECT 2 min. Payment total $110 approved. Estimated completion time, 27 minutes' I look at Marcus, and he looks at my phone. "This is the point where you should be squatting down on those fuck me pumps, pulling my pants down and eating my ass bitch." Seeing that, yes indeed, he was serious as a heart attack, I smile, and do just as he says, just like I'll do for every other customer who selects that option. I try to not even think about the disgusting act I am about to perform, and I dive right in, not wanting to displease him, fighting through the nausea as my tongue enters his asshole. "Lick it bitch, lick it like you mean it, get that fucking tongue in there. That's it, clean you superior black master's ass, sissy bitch. All you little white bois should be bitches and whores for their superior black masters." After about 10 minutes he finally moves away, and turns to face me. I know to not even hesitate, and start sucking his cock. He grabs my head, holding me in place, and he starts really fucking my mouth. He starts pushing deeper and deeper, and I gag. He doesn't even slow down, and I can't even catch a breath. I gag again, but this time, he stops, and hauls off and slaps me so hard I fall to the floor. He bends down, and grabbing a fist full of my hair, he pulled me back to my heels. He put his cock to my lips, and I resume immediately. After a few more minutes, He tenses up, and his cum is pouring into my mouth. I hold it there, not sure if he wanted me to swallow yet. "Swallow my seed, bitch, and get ready to swallow hard. This is one of my client's favorites off the Platinum menu." He tells me, and I swallow his cum with the head of his cock still in my mouth. Even though I knew what was coming, I still wasn't ready for it. I had no idea what to expect. I'd never tasted piss before, and I sure didn't want to know what it tasted like now. But from the sound of it, it was something I'd better get use too. "Don't you fucking gag, or spit it out, swallow every drop, bitch. Be proud to serve your black owners," he says, and just cuts loose, not holding back at all. The taste was VERY bitter, and nasty. I struggle, swallowing hard to keep up. I didn't want to find out what would happen if I gagged, or spit it out, or even puked, which was entirely possible. Holy shit. He must have held it in all day. I didn't think he was going to stop. Finally, the stream slowed to a trickle, and then it stopped. I swallowed the last mouthful, and tried my best to not gag, or puke, at least while Marcus was here. Once he left???? All bets were off! When he was finished, he looked down at me, and smiled. "Oh yeah, you'll do just fine. Now kiss your masters cock, and pull my pants back up, I gotta go. I'll give you tomorrow to heal up a little more, but you're going online Tuesday, as soon as you're done working." He laughs. "Get some sleep, and oh, don't brush your fucking teeth, use mouthwash, or drink ANYTHING until tomorrow morning. Sometimes I forget to flush." He laughs, as he walks out the door. It's getting late, but now I don't even know if I'll be able to sleep. Not only is there that putrid aftertaste of piss in my mouth, and now I can't stop thinking about Marcus and Lisa fucking Amanda up the way they did. I felt so bad for her. The things Marcus did to her were unthinkable to most people. But Marcus, and Lisa, weren't most people. I could see that they truly believed that all whites should be slaves to the superior black race. That all white women should be whores and all white men should be broken, and turned into feminized sissy whores. In my only act of disobedience to Marcus, I went to the bathroom, and proceeded to throw up. The tastes in my mouth were just too much. When I was sure I couldn't puke anymore, just dry heave, I brushed my teeth, twice, and rinsed for about 5 minutes. There was still a hint of an aftertaste, but it was much more bearable. Sleep was difficult, as my back was still tender from my whipping, but I had to make sure I didn't smudge my make-up, in case Marcus came back for more. My god, this was becoming more and more of a nightmare. All my time outside of work was spent getting ready for Marcus, 24/7, make- up, a pretty dress, or baby doll and heels, ready to perform any nasty thing he wanted. I set an alarm for 6:00 am, though I didn't need it. I got no sleep, worrying about Amanda, and expecting my door to open to have Marcus degrade me some more. I got up at 5:30, and, I brushed my teeth again, and rinsed for a long time. At 6:00, I started picking out my outfit for the day, and stopped dead in my tracks. I usually wore a men's button down with my women's slacks. All my men's button downs left in Marcus' Escalade, except the ones now lock in the foot locker. It never dawned on me how fucked I'd be Monday morning. I had a few sort of men's wear looking women's button downs, but would they pass the zoom test? Every other woman's tops I owned were satiny, lacey, secretarial style blouses. I had no choice, other than calling in for a sick day, but that wouldn't help me long term. 'No men's clothes will be permitted'. Yeah, thanks for keeping my secret Marcus. I'm pretty sure he'd had this planned from the start. I went to my closet, and took out every 'neutral' looking button down I had. There were four that I thought I could definitely get away with, and two that were borderline, mainly because they were a little sheerer and I thought my bra would be noticeably visible. I took the darkest one, thinking my mandatory bra wouldn't show through it, and hoping that no one would notice the buttons were on the left, instead of the right, I dressed for work. I included all the subtleties, the neckless and bracelet, and the watch, and the perfume. At the last minute remembered 2 things. I remembered to remove all 6 stud earrings, which were still in my ears, and I remembered that my nails were bright, shiny red, and I'd REALLY need to concentrate to keep them out of sight during any meetings. The day went along uneventfully. I made it through my zoom meeting with Marissa, even though just looking at her on my monitor made things more than just a little uncomfortable. There was a department heads meeting I was in on at 2:30. Janice and Marissa were both in it as well. As fate would have it, they were beside each other in the top right of my monitor. I really needed to reel in my thoughts. After the meeting, my text alert went off, and when I pressed the home button, I saw that it was Marcus. I unlocked my phone, and read his one word text, 'Scan". I opened the scanner app, and scanned my barcode. The website opened, and my text alert went off again. Marcus. 'Platinum menu. Go to the K-9 section, and select a service. Now' I open the Platinum drop down, and scroll until I see the K-9 section. 'You may select any K-9 service, and hit pay.' I scroll through and oh my god. Someone actually sat and thought up these scenarios?? Or even thought to whore out another human being to be subjected to those things? I hoped that this wasn't one of the 'sick things' Amanda said she was forced to do. I think I'd die of shame. 'Select one now.' I selected the first one. It was disgusting enough, but it definitely got worse from there. 'K-9- fucked by one $300 ECT 40 min', and I hit the pay button, and the wheel starts spinning. Ding, 'Payment approved.' Once again, my text alert goes off. Checking the confirmation text, it looks like the transaction has been completed successfully. I open the text, and it say's 'Customer purchase of K-9- fucked by one dog, $300. Estimated completion time 30 min.' I get a text from Marcus, and I think to myself, 'how the fuck am I supposed to get anything done like this. I open it, as I know it would be a very bad idea to ignore his texts. 'Excellent. There are very few clients who use the K-9 category, but when they do, it's usually more than one dog. Most of the time they run two at a time on my girls. One sick fuck pays me $1500 to make one of my girls a stable bitch. He has this device that keeps them on their knees and elbows, their wrists and ankle locked into spreader bars. There is a post with a locking steel collar that holds their heads in place, so the dogs can fuck her mouth too. He has like 8 dogs, Mastiffs I think, so she's usually there for around 4 hours. Nasty shit these people do. He's seen your 'coming soon' status on the site, and he's expressed quite an interest in you. He was leaning towards Amanda before you became available, so we'll see who the lucky bitch is.' 'Oh shit!' I think to myself, I'm torn. I definitely don't want it to be me! But no, pleeeeeease, not Amanda. She's been through sooooo much. The image of her scarred up wrists pops into my mind. At this point I feel that she is soooo damaged by the things that have been done to her, that being forced to do something like this could be the last straw. I start thinking, if I had any say in which one of us it would be, would I be able to take a bullet for her? I really don't believe I'm even thinking it. I don't know how I'd react, being locked into that device, watching helplessly as those dogs trotted towards me. Eeewwww! Just the thought of it, not just being used as a white sissy sex slave, but to be turned into a fuck toy for a pack of horny dogs? I don't know if I could ever recover from that psychologically. I just absolutely believed that it would kill Amanda, one way or the other. Thanks Marcus, focusing on my work had just become about impossible. I set my slack status to 'away', and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I didn't have the herbal tea that Amanda approved of for me, but I had half a box of regular tea bags. No more coffee, that's going to suck, big time. Once I had my cup of tea in hand, I went back to my desk, and changed my slack status back to online. I returned to my work, trying to push the thoughts of barking dogs from my mind, succeeding for the most part. I had just one hour left to make it through my first day of work in 100% women's clothes, and make-up and no one seemed to notice. I felt much more at ease, but I knew I needed to get quite a few more passable women's button downs. At 5:30, I logged out, and went to my bedroom to change into a skirt and blouse, as required but my agreement. I put my D cup breast forms into my bra cups after removing my slacks and button down. I chose a fun, black tiered above the knee length skirt and a flowing pink colored pull over peasant top with long trumpet sleeves. I went to the bathroom and touching up my make-up to a more evening look and reapplying my perfume, I put the hoop earrings in, with the two pink studs in each ear. I moussed my hair, and teased it up, combing it over into the feminine swoop the girls at cost cutters had shown me. I was now officially ready for Marcus, and I completely expected to see him tonight. As I haven't been very hungry lately, I passed on making something for dinner. I think the anxiety of what was happening in my life, the abuse, and the pending entry into Marcus' working stable, were slowly taking a psychological toll on me. At first, I just thought I was dealing well with a bad situation. I thought about the K-9 guy, who might be picking me, and dealt with that inevitability by thinking, 'Maybe he'll die of a heart attack or something, and his dogs will eat him before I'm subjected to being a 'kennel bitch.'' My text alert goes off, and I see that it's Marcus. I unlock my phone, and find it's getting more and more nerve wracking opening his texts. It's like opening boxes when you are told that one out of a hundred boxes is a bomb. One of his texts will explode on me, of that I'm sure. 'I'll be out of town until tomorrow. I have Tiffany assigned to you tonight to take you shopping. I hear you owe her money anyway. She will take you to Macy's, Penney's, Kohl's and where ever she thinks you can get some nice clothes, and then grocery shopping. I have emailed Amanda's recommendations to you, with the approved foods, and beverages you may buy. Print it out before you go. Send me a selfie of how you are dressed right now. You have one minute.' 'Oh my god!' I whisper to myself, as I tap the camera icon on the text box, and take a pic, and send it to him. "Very nice. I will forward it to Tiffany. That is the outfit you will wear to go shopping. No excuses. Enjoy your 'girl's night out'. You are going 'live' starting tomorrow at 6:00. Be ready for you first client promptly at 6:00. Remember, check the confirmation text as soon as you get it, and don't you dare do anything more than what the confirmation says is paid for. Nobody rides my whores for free. See you some time tomorrow, Aleasha." No way, I think to myself. This is too much! Macy's and Penney's are at the mall! I don't have near enough confidence for that. Maybe I can reason with Tiffany when she gets here. Maybe she'll understand, and let me change into something a little more 'casual'. I go to my office, and amazingly, my email opens when I click the Icon. I know better than to try to press my luck. Just do what he tells you to do, and no one gets to meet Lisa again. The thought makes me shudder. I open the attachment for 'Aleasha's diet plan' and print out the 12 pages of meal plans, recipes, and approved products and quantities. My text alert goes off, and it's from Tiffany. "I'm in front of your building. I'm driving a black Kia Soul. Move your ass girl. Grab a purse and your wallet, I can't wait to see you in that cute little outfit!" Shit! So much for that plan, since I can't say I'm not ready. She's seen the pic Marcus sent her. I go to my bedroom, grab a black cross body bag, and put my 'men's' wallet in it, and grabbing the papers I just printed, I try to work up the nerve to leave my apartment in full daylight, as a woman. I thought about texting her, and asking if she'd mind if I changed outfits, but I didn't know what her relationship with Marcus was. Would she tell Marcus that I tried to disobey him by trying to change out of the outfit he wanted me to wear? No, I decide to just hope for the best. Maybe once I was out with Tiffany, I wouldn't feel like I had two heads. Maybe no one would even recognize me, or know I was really a guy. Confidence, I thought to myself. Just try to relax, and don't look terrified. I opened the door, stepped out, and locking the dead bolt, made my way uneventfully to the parking lot, and into Tiffany's black Kia Soul. It was the first steps in one of the most glorious nights of my life. I was just one of the girls, at last. Aleasha and Tiffany, out doing girl things. I was in heaven. Until I got a good look at what Tiffany was wearing. Then, things became very uncomfortable! She was dressed in a red mini dress, with at least 4" heel red sling backs. And she smelled heavenly, intoxicating even. I knew it was going to be hard to keep my composure, no pun intended, and it was very hard that is. "Sorry, Marcus strikes again! I'm actually spending the night at your place tonight, and I brought a sexy ass nightie for our 'slumber party." She giggles playfully. "Marcus said I can make you do anything I want, and I plan on having a lot of fun with you, girl! That chastity cage is really going to get tested tonight." Well, after three and a half hours of clothes shopping, buying more make-up and a new fragrance, a stop at the food court, where I was only allowed a small salad with balsamic dressing, and unsweetened tea, and grocery shopping, we arrived back at my place. I was kind of glad. Tiffany and I drew a lot of attention, mostly from the men, and a LOT of teen boys, thanks mostly to Tiffany's outfit. My goodness, she was such a hottie! And she got more than a few nasty looks from the girls, whose boyfriends, or husbands, could only stare, their mouths hanging open. We got all the bags to my apartment in two trips. My debit card and credit cards took quite a hit that night! Tiffany helped me put most of the groceries away, and then excused herself, taking the small bag she brought with her to the bathroom. "Finish up, and go put one of your nighties, and some sexy heels on, and I'll meet you in the living room. Oh, and bring you bondage stuff. I think it would be fun if you were at least cuffed for me. Let's get this slumber party moving," she said playfully. I could tell I was in for some really intense teasing, and I was already quite uncomfortable, but I couldn't take my eyes off her as she sashayed her way down the hall, and into the bathroom, I quickly put the last of the groceries away, and went to my room to change. What a struggle that was. If anyone needed to masturbate it was me, right then and there. Every thought, every time I closed my eyes, I saw that sexy body of hers, her ass swaying, those gorgeous boobs jiggling with every step as we walked through each store. I dressed in my hot pink baby doll nightie, and pink pumps. I had pumps in 8 different colors, all at least 3 ?" heels. Thanks 'Outer Skin", for taking at least $3,000 of my money in crossdressing and bondage gear. But everything there was such high quality, and the girls who worked there were so awesome to deal with. I left the hoops in, because they were starting to feel sexy. I loved the way the dangled, and swayed when I moved. I freshened up my make-up, and applied some of my new perfume, and did one last check in the mirror. I thought that Tiffany would like what she saw! Taking the bag containing my bondage toys from the bottom of my closet, I take a deep breath, and in the most girlish strut could reproduce, headed to the living room. Just as I approached the entry to the Livingroom, Tiffany called out to me, "no, no, noooo Aleasha. Stop, and turn around. I want you to lock your wrist cuffs on, and let me lock your hands behind you before you can see my pretty outfit," she says in such a seductive and hypnotizing voice. I stop immediately, and taking the wrist cuffs from the bag, lock them on my wrists. I take a padlock, and hang it from the D-ring on my left wrist cuff, and let her know I was ready for her. Close your eyes, no peeking, and no cheating," she says, as I hear her approach me. "Hands," is all she says, and I obediently put my hands behind me. Grabbing the lock on my left wrist cuff, she firmly takes my right wrist and pulls it towards my left wrist, and locks them together. "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you that you can look," she tells me, and I hear her move away from me. That felt like one of the hardest things I ever had to do, not cheat and try to get a peek at this hottie who has just locked my hands behind me. "On three, one, two, three!" I slowly turned, and oh my god, she was absolutely amazing. "This is what I do for Marcus. I'm a dominatrix. Not like Lisa is, I'm more of a 'key holder' dominatrix. Tease and denial more or less. But tonight, I'm going to be YOUR dominatrix, and you my dear, are going to work very hard to amuse me. Do you like my outfit?" she asks, "its right out of one of your Marissa fantasies. You are quite the creative little story teller sissy." Tiffany is dressed in a tight, wet look latex dress that shows every curve of her awesome body, and I can even see the outline of her nipple rings. and knee high boots, with 4" stiletto heels. I was instantly doubled over from the chastity cage. "I knew you'd like it," she says, laughing at my struggle, as she walks over to me. "Let's see if we can break the chastity cage so I can have some real fun with you. Marcus wouldn't give me your key, He said as long as he holds your key, he owns your soul. I told him I just wanted to ride you, but not allow you to cum. See if you could obey Mistress Tiffany," she said with an evil grin on her face. "But I guess I'll have to settle for teasing the shit out of you, and you are definitely not allowed to cum! But I am, and you'd better see to it that I do." Leading me over to the sofa, she has me kneel on the floor, and she takes a seat on the sofa in front of me. She starts pulling the hem of her dress up, higher and higher, until I learn that she has no panties on. She pulls me forward, and taking her phone, she scans my barcode. I'm a little shocked, is she paying to do this? As if reading my mind, Tiffany says' "Marcus is going to comp me for anything I purchase off your barcode. There are plenty of things a girl can purchase to make another girl do for her. What girl doesn't enjoy a nice rimjob now and then, or making some slut eat her pussy for an hour or two," she says, with an amused tone in her voice. "We all got to use Amanda when she came back. That bitch can really eat some pussy, and ass too!" Tiffany says, "I think it might have turned her lesbo on us!" She laughed. Soon, my text alert went off, and Tiffany had me give her my passcode, and she unlocked my phone. Holding the phone before me, she opened the confirmation text, and I was immediately struggling in my chastity cage. "Customer purchase of 'Pussy eating- 4 orgasms-$60-ECT 30 minutes. Rimjob-$25-ECT 10 minutes. Dildo mouth-3 orgasms-$30-ECT30 minutes. Strap on fuck- 1 unit-$30-ECT 20 minutes. Total payment approved $145. ECT 90 minutes" "We'll start with the pussy eating, like I always do with Amanda. Then the rimjob, the dildo mouth, and last but not least, I'm going to fuck you sooooooo hard and deep. But you are not allowed to cum. Marcus warned me that you are only allowed to cum when one of his customers fucks you, like real girls cum, and only if he gives you permission to cum. Nope, only Mistress Tiffany is allowed to cum. Now, do not speak, only listen and obey. Eat my pussy bitch, make me cum!" And it starts. She went a little more than the 90 minutes, and before long, it was well after midnight. Tiffany sure had her fun. I'm pretty sure she had at least 8 orgasms, mostly riding the dildo she strapped into my mouth. The end in my mouth was about 4 or 5 inches long. Her end, the one she rode for at least 40 minutes, was about 8 inches, and thick. Yeah, just like Lisa, Tiffany was a definitely a gusher when she came. It was around 12:30 when she finished up fucking me with the strap on, and cleaning it off for her, that the real shocker of the evening dropped. I had just gotten up from where I'd been kneeling, bent over my coffee table so Tiffany could fuck me with her strap on, when there was the 'secret knock' at the door, and I froze. 'Who the fuck was coming here, using Marcus' secret knock, at 12:30 at night?' I think to myself. I look at Tiffany, and she's just smiling ear to ear. Whatever, or whoever it is, she's definitely in on it. "Well, don't just stand there, you stupid bitch, see who's at the fucking door!" she demands, and that gets me moving. I slowly unlock, and open the door, and in walked a young black man. He looked way too young to be involved in this kind of stuff, 16, 17, I don't know. Maybe I was wrong, and he just looked that young. He had a suitcase in his hand, which I remember thinking was kind of odd, but once he came in, and saw Tiffany sitting there, he said, "Hey Tiff. How's things going? Is this my bitch?" "Yes she is, Tom. Aleasha, Aleasha, Tom," Tiffany says, introducing us. I stare at Tiffany with what I'm sure was a VERY confused look on my face, and she just laughed at me. "Aleasha, Tom is Marcus' cousin from Chicago, and he is here to be your 'muscle', while you're working for Marcus. Every girl has a 'driver' who looks after her while she's on the clock. He goes with her to appointments with her 'special client', and waits in the car, making sure she doesn't get hurt. Well, hurt any more than their clients are paying for. They protect them from the assholes out there that just want to beat up whores, and of course the girls are required to show their appreciation by taking care of them, literally. "Marcus asked around, and Tom here said he kind of liked the idea of having a white sissy at his disposal after hours, so Marcus is letting him move in with you. You are to obey him as you would obey Marcus. He is basically going to be your husband, and in home Master." 'Oh ...my.... god' I think to myself, 'this really is turning into a nightmare!' "He'll be living here 24/7, and you are basically going to be living as his wife. You'll cook for him, clean up after him, do his laundry, and most of all, share your bed with him," she adds, smiling wickedly, knowing that the cage is about to get a full time work out. "And he too will own your orgasms, granting or denying permission for you to cum." "Denied, of course, stupid fucking white sissies don't get to cum. Only their black masters get to cum," he says, smiling wickedly at me. "Marcus guaranteed me at the least a blowjob, a rim job, and a fuck every day, so you still have some work to do tonight bitch, now get to work" he demands, and I almost instinctively squat down on my heels, my hands still cuffed behind me. He pulls down the track pants and the boxers he's wearing. He turns and moves his ass into position at my lips, and without hesitation, I am giving another rim job. Eewwww. I'll never get used to, or enjoy doing these. Tiffany sat back on the sofa, enjoying the show, moving the big dildo from the dildo mouth gag in and out of her pussy, masturbating to my submission to my new Master. After a few minutes of eating his ass, he turns, and begins roughly taking my mouth. He is pretty big. Not Marcus big, but well above average. I suck his cock for about 15 minutes before he finally says, "Let's go bitch, I need to cum." He pulls me to my feet, and he puts his hand on the small of my back and says, "Show me where our bed is whore. Show me where I'm going to be fucking you every fucking day." I start walking down the hallway, and I stop at the door. He opens the door to my, now OUR bedroom, and Tiffany follows us in. Tiffany just starts laughing. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. 'Hello Kitty'?!" and she laughs even harder. Tom starts laughing too, commenting on what a fucked up sissy bitch I was. "Unlock her hands for me, Tiff. I don't want her to think I'm making her take my cock. My bitch takes my cock because she loves it. Isn't that right Aleasha?" he asks, as Tiffany retrieves the key to the padlock, and frees my hands. I wasn't sure I was supposed to actually answer, as my 'mantra' apparently was, 'do not speak, listen and obey' so I just nodded my understanding. Tom slapped me across the face, and I fell against the bed, and just kind of leaned there, shocked. Tom grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me back to face him. "Don't think I'm going to treat you like you're my girlfriend or something. You fuck up, I'm going to teach you a lesson. When I ask you a question, you'll respond by saying, 'Yes Daddy, or No Daddy' followed by your acknowledgement that you understand. The proper response in this case would have been, 'Yes Daddy, Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly'. Now try again. 'My bitch takes my cock because she loves it, right Aleasha?'" "Yes Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me so badly," I respond defeated. Life just keeps getting more and more interesting! I now have an abusive husband it would seem. Tiffany climbs onto the bed, and I can see that she's really enjoying my subjugation to Tom, as she smiles at me, and starts masturbating again, saying, "Mmmmmm, the abused wife syndrome. Better get used to it Aleasha. Once a man hits you, you know he'll hit you whenever he feels you deserve it." I am led to the foot of the bed, and Tom put his hand on my back, just between my shoulder blades, and pushes me. He tells me to get on the bed, and spread my legs wide, and lower myself until my chest is on the bed, and my ass is sticking out for him. Tiffany slides her way down into position, and she tells me to eat her pussy. I immediately start licking, thinking about how far things had gotten out of control, and so quickly! I used to have a solitary existence, where I had VERY few friends and all the privacy anyone could possibly want. I hadn't been on a date in over a year, and I basically lived as a recluse so I could dress up and live a fantasy existence, and I liked that life. But now, I am told that I now have a 'husband', who would live with me 24/7, who I had to obey, 24/7, and who was about to fuck me for the first of many times to follow. Maybe Amanda was right, maybe I am pathetic. I feel the urge to cry again. It is sooooo late, and I have to work tomorrow, but I have obligations to honor before I can even think about getting ready for bed. Fortunately, since Tiffany had just finished strap on fucking me, Tom's cock slid right in, and he began 'consummating our marriage', fucking me for a good 10 minutes before burying his cock deep inside of me, and filling me with his 'seed' for the first of many times to come. Of course, I was obligated to clean his cock before I was permitted to start getting ready for bed. I went into the bathroom, and removed my make-up, shaved, then took a quick shower. I felt so disgusting, and dirty. Yes, I felt like a whore, and I didn't see any end in sight. I reapplied my make-up as required, replaced my hoop earrings with the pink studs, and headed to the bedroom to get some sleep. Tom and Tiffany apparently moved to the Livingroom to keep the party going. I could hear them talking, and laughing, but they weren't being too loud that I had to worry about the neighbors. I set my alarm and started to climb into bed when Tom walked in, followed by Tiffany. "What the fuck bitch, no goodnight kiss for your new husband?" he asks, with a tone that told me that I wasn't done being abused for the evening, "You better get your shit together girl, and start treating me with the respect your Master deserves. Now get the fuck over here." Of course, it's me that has to walk to him, and I think to myself, 'please, just get this over with so I can get some sleep!' As I take my place in front of him, he grabs me by the hair, and pulls my head back hard. "What the fuck are you looking at bitch? When you look at me, where are you supposed to be looking? Didn't Marcus teach you this, you stupid fucking whore?" and he slaps me again. Remembering his earlier response training, I said, "I'm sorry Daddy! Yes, Marcus did teach me that I will only look at his cock when it is visible, or his feet at any other time Daddy. I must never look at Daddy's face, or in his eyes, unless he tells me too. Please forgive me Daddy" "That's right bitch, and you'd better stop forgetting how to behave around your man. Because that's what I am now, I'm your man, and I own your ass as much as Marcus does. And you're just my cock sucking, ass licking sissy wife, understand, whore?" "Yes Daddy, I'm sorry, I will work very hard to please you, and show you the respect you deserve as my master," I say, seeing Tiffany trying to suppress a giggle at my groveling. But it seems to work, as the grip on my hair lightens up just a little, and the next slap isn't nearly as hard. "Good girl, now give Daddy some sugar, bitch," he says, as he pulls me into a tight, inescapable embrace, and kisses me deeply and passionately. After a few minutes, it's Tiffany who breaks it up. "Get some sleep Aleasha. Tomorrow is going to be VERY busy. Marcus said the que to get an appointment with you is insane. You're pretty much scheduled out for every 30 minutes from 6 to midnight for the rest of the week, and the weekend???? Oh my god, you're going to be soooooo busy." She laughs, and she and Tom leave me there, the reality of what she just said just starting to sink in. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's all becoming all too real. If it's true, I'll be giving at least giving 12 blowjobs, and possibly a rim job or two, with total strangers. Not to mention my new 'obligations' to my new 'husband', my new live in master. Amanda said we were both really screwed, and right then and there, I had to agree with her I try to get some sleep. It's already 2:20 when I finally do get into bed. If I could only fall right into a good sound sleep, I'd get a good four and a half hours in. Yeah, right. My mind didn't stop racing at all. I pretended to be asleep when Tom and Tiffany came into the room. Tom slept on my right side, his right arm across my chest, and his right leg hooked over my right leg, holding me in place. He slept naked, and his cock rested on my right thigh. Tiffany slept on my left side. Her left arm rested on my stomach, and for the longest time, before she finally fell asleep, she amused herself by playing with my nipple rings. Her left boob was pressed hard into my left arm, and as her left leg was hooked over MY left leg, she ground her pussy against my left thigh mercilessly. The agony of the constriction of the chastity cage made me sob, and she whispered in my ear, "This is just the beginning." And she quietly giggled. To be continued??