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Blackmailed Sissy Whore Part 3 I did manage to get a little sleep. After Tiffany finally zonked out, and the continual grinding on my thigh and the relentless playing with my nipple rings stopped, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Friday night was the last full night's sleep I had gotten since Marcus took over my computer, and my life. I woke up before my alarm went off, which was a good thing. I was tangled up in limbs so securely, it took me several minutes to snake my way to the foot of the bed, and too my feet, without waking either of my new bed partners up. I got my phone from the night stand, and quietly made my way to the kitchen, and put on water for tea. It was only 5:45 so I waited, thinking about tonight, and how my new existence really begins at 6:00 tonight. I needed to figure a few things out, and like a Rubik's cube, I couldn't solve the puzzle. First of all, why the bar code system? I mean, sure, it worked great for getting Amanda back, but if Marcus has this elaborate website set up, why couldn't customer's just select a whore, and the services he desired directly from the website? Or from the app for that matter? That would make scheduling much easier I would think. The girl would know before the 'client' even got there what would be expected? And secondly, how did Marcus 'trap' girls into whoring for him, and doing all those nasty things on the Platinum menu? I was being blackmailed. If I could only get over this 'caring' about what other people thought about me thing, Marcus would lose his leverage over me. But the goods he has on me would totally turn my life upside down. I would lose my job and any recommendations from Jeff, or Janice, or Marissa. They would probably tell future prospective employers about my habit of turning fellow employees into characters in my twisted fantasy life. But how does he basically enslave these girls though? And how many more does he own? Maybe I could ask Amanda, if we ever get a chance to talk again. I really thought that regardless of how things started off between us, we could become really good friends. But now, I'm thinking the only time I'll ever see her is on Sundays, when she comes for my weigh-ins, and to check on my progress with her workout regimen. I'm hoping we can at least talk then, but I don't know if that can happen with Tom around. I think to myself, 'Maybe I'll try to text her later.' Maybe it would be a good thing to keep things a little laid back for now. I really just felt the need to know that she was ok. I made my cup of tea, and headed to the bathroom. It was much too early to start getting ready for work, but I didn't know what to expect when my 'guests' started to wake up. I assumed that Tom would expect breakfast, and maybe more, I didn't know. Maybe it would be best if I got ready as much as I could while they still slept. I thought about having breakfast, since the salad at the food court last night was my only food I'd had since dinner Friday. I felt weak, and run down from the lack of sleep as well, but the thought of food made me feel ill. I removed my make-up, shaved really close, and while I was waiting for my face to settle down from shaving, I brushed my teeth, rinsed, and jumped in the shower. I usually pick out my lingerie for the day, and take my bra, panties, and pantyhose to the bathroom, so I can get that out of the way, and I can get my heels on. After just two days of wearing 3?" heels 24/7, it was starting to get painful NOT wearing heels. It actually hurt my feet trying to walk flat footed. How weird is that? I didn't want to chance waking them up going through drawers, or my closet, so I decided I would shower, and put my nightie and heels back on until I absolutely had to get dressed. I did my make-up and combed out my hair to my more unisex look, but I left the six studs in my ears. Until I absolutely had to get dressed for work, I was still required to obey my new dress code. I went to the living room, and started doing my shaping exercises, which were mostly low impact leg lifts, and muscle control exercises that targeted my lower body, from my waist down. I get through the set of reps in about 20 minutes, and just laid there on the living room floor, enjoying the alone time. I thought that I really should try to eat something, even just an orange or something, but my mind was too full of visions of what has been done to me in the last three days, and the thoughts of things yet to come. I kept thinking about the dog guy, and just the thought of it makes my stomach churn. I'm reaching the point where just the sound of a dog barking terrifies me. I immediately shake those thoughts from my mind, as I hear my bedroom door open. Someone went into the bathroom, and I don't go to look to see who it is. I thought if I didn't see them, and they didn't see me, maybe they would just go back to sleep, and I could be alone with my thoughts. I needed to figure out where I go from here. I needed to start thinking about how I can get my life back. The things that I'd had to endure already were bad enough, but I knew there was a long list of other nasty things I'd rather not be subjected to. The fantasy, it seemed, was over, and the reality of it was just beginning. No such luck it appeared, as I heard the toilet flush, and someone left the bathroom, and headed straight towards the living room. As Tom came into view, naked, and apparently ready for business, I made sure I lowered my eyes, and watched as his cock bobbed towards me. I moved from the floor to a kneeling position, knowing what was expected of me. Once he was before me, he reached down and grabbed a fist full of my hair, and roughly yanked me into his crotch. "Lick my fucking balls bitch. I need to cum," he said, "Play with my cock while you suck my balls. I'll tell you when to start sucking my cock." I do as he demands, licking and sucking his balls, while his fist full of hair holds me firmly in place. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tiffany enter the room. She walks around us, and takes a seat on the sofa, and settles in for more of the 'battered wife' show. And it was. Tom told me to 'open wide' as he shoved his whole ball sac into my mouth. "Suck them bitch, get them nice and full," he says, "Get that tongue working on my balls." Apparently, my enthusiasm level wasn't up to his standards, as he forced my head back, removing his balls from my mouth, and he slapped me. I looked over to Tiffany, as if she would protect me or something, but she just looked at me pitifully, shaking her head, like I was some stupid bitch that just wouldn't learn her place. He put his cock to my lips, and told me that if I didn't do a better job sucking his cock, I'd be going into work with a black eye and a fat lip! Needless to say, I gave him the most enthusiastic blowjob I could. Finally, after about 10 minutes, he came, and I swallowed yet another load of cum. I felt so dirty. I didn't feel the pride, like Marcus said I should, from serving my black owners. I just felt ashamed and dirty. This is my life now, and I wanted to cry. Tom walked away, towards the bedroom, and I heard the door close. I guessed he was going back to bed. I looked at Tiffany again, with what I'm sure came off as a hurt look of betrayal. There was an awkward silence, and she finally spoke to me. "Don't look at me like that, whore. Yes, I said it. You're a fucking sissy whore now, just like you always wanted to be. You should at least show some gratitude to your new owners for making your dreams come true, and work harder than you've ever worked to please them. Now crawl over here and eat my pussy, slut," she berates me. I crawl to her, on my hands and knees, and she opens her legs for me to crawl to her pussy, and I start licking. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen up whore. I know Tom. I've known him for several years now. You see, I've been married to Marcus for 4 years now," she said, and started laughing at me as I stop in mid lick, and obviously had a very surprised look on my face. "Oh, you didn't think I was one of his whores, did you? Oh my god, you did!" she laughs. "Like I said, I've known Tom for a long time. This is how he is. If he tells you to do something, you'd better exceed expectations. He meant what he said about the black eye, and the fat lip. I wouldn't want to be you if you really piss him off. And did I tell you to stop eating my pussy bitch. What the fuck, this is the shit that's going to get you really fucked up someday. Listen and obey," she says, slapping me on the side of the head several times. I resume licking her pussy, striving to 'exceed expectations.' She finally cums, and petting my head like I was her pet, says, "That's a good whore." And she gets up and joins Tom in the bedroom. I was just getting up off the floor to go start getting dressed for work, when she came back to the living room with some clothes over her arm. As she lays them out, I see she had brought me white lace panties, sheer to waist pantyhose, my white lace 40c bra and a full slip. Then, I start to panic when she lays out my pink floral flare skirt, and the new white button down top I bought at Macy's last night. Completing the outfit was my pink 3" wide elastic belt that clipped in the front with a large pink rose detail. I loved that belt. It really pulled me and, and almost gave the illusion of wider hips. "Marcus is letting me pick your outfit for work today. I asked him why he lets you wear slacks, when you are seated for all your meetings, and zoom calls. He said it was the deal he made with you, but now he agrees that you should never wear slacks again, especially after you went shopping with me last night in such a pretty skirt and heels," she giggles. "Go get dressed for work bitch. Tom and I are going out to breakfast, and to do a little food shopping. He can't live on that shit Amanda has you eating." "But don't be surprised if he calls you out from your little home office when he gets back," she giggles again, "He's a constantly horny 20 year old, and you will do anything he wants, whenever he wants it. And you'd better be wearing that outfit. He helped me pick it out for you" she says, with a big smile on her face. 'Oh my god,' I think to myself, How humiliating! Tiffany leaves me in the living room, totally shocked that slacks are now being banned. Shit, only skirts and dresses for the foreseeable future. Someone is in the bathroom, and I hear the shower running, so I gather up my clothes, and head for the bedroom to get dressed. As I get close to the door, it opens, and Tom walks out, dressed and ready for breakfast, carrying a trash bag that I assumed contained all of my slacks. He stops me with a hand on my right shoulder, and I make sure I am looking down at his feet. "Marcus told me as part of your contract you are permitted to keep your job, and I can't interfere with that. I won't stop you from getting ready and logging in for work, but you will tell me your meeting schedule in advance, so I know when I can come in, and you can 'take care of the boss' needs'. Did that blowjob this morning hold you up bitch? I don't want to piss Marcus off." Shit, 'think carefully about your response', I think to myself. What does he want to hear? What is the proper response? I work up the best girly voice I can muster, and say, "Oh no Daddy. I love sucking your cock. And as your sissy wife, I'll suck your cock any time you need to cum. Thank you for letting me suck your cock this morning Daddy." He grabs a fist full of hair, and yanks my head back, and looks into my eyes, making me look into his, as he says, "Good girl. You learn quickly" and he kisses me, a long deep kiss, and after a minute or so, says, "Go get dressed for work. I hope you like the outfit I picked for you. Tiffany and I will toss all of your slacks in the dumpster when we leave." I know better than to argue, or beg him not to throw out my last vestige of being a man, wearing pants, even though they're women's slacks. I knew it would be futile, and would probably earn me that fat lip, or black eye. I responded with what I thought he would want to hear. "Thank you Daddy. I hate wearing pants, and look forward just wearing pretty skirts and dresses for you Daddy." "Good girl" he says, as he releases his grip on my hair, and makes his way to the kitchen. I go into the bedroom with a feeling of total helplessness, and change into my new office 'dress code'. I touch up my make-up the way Tiffany showed me to for the subtle 'office' look. I spray on some of my new perfume, and add the few accessories that I have become very comfortable wearing. I comb my hair down again, into my kind of unisex look, though with the make-up, unisex is becoming harder to achieve. Dressed and ready for work, I look at my phone, and see that it's still twenty minutes before log in time. I decide that I really need to try to eat something. I head to the kitchen, and Tom is there, with Tiffany. Tom whistles at me, and Tiffany cat calls me. They both tell me how pretty I look, and that they made the right call taking away my slacks, which were now in the trash bag on the counter. When they were done teasing me, they left for breakfast, taking the trash with them. 'I'm fucked' I think to myself. It wasn't too bad going out with Tiffany in a skirt and heels. But I didn't think I would do so well shopping solo! I got a bowl, and the measuring cup, and measured out 4 oz. of the Bran Flakes cereal Amanda recommended. It really wasn't a lot, and I was glad that I wasn't really hungry. I poured some soy milk into the bowl and took a bite. Rather bland, odorless, and tasteless, but I forced myself to take two more bites, then dumped the rest down the sink, and turned on the garbage disposal. 'Well, E for effort' I thought. Just then a dog barked, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I took my place at my desk, and ran through my check list. All earrings out? Check. Nails out of view? Check. Shirt buttoned enough to hide my bra and slip? Check. I logged in, and started going through my Emails. My heart dropped to my stomach, and I felt both panic, and nausea. There was an Email from Janice Proctor, with the subject header, 'please private message me on Slack. I need to ask you something.' Was all there was. There was no message in the Email, just the subject heading. My mind started racing out of control. 'Oh my god, she's seen something, my nails, noticed my make-up or that I was wearing women's button downs to work.' I see on Slack that she is in a meeting, and Marissa's status is also 'in a meeting' and again, my conspiracy theories start flying. I try to calm myself, but I can't help thinking, 'did Marcus send them something?' He wouldn't. If he started spilling my secrets to my coworkers, he'd lose his leverage over me. I try my best to focus on my work, hoping that it's not what my paranoia is telling me, and it's just something harmless. I manage to focus on my work for about 45 minutes, and my slack alert dings. It's a brief message from Janice, asking me to log into a zoom meeting with her, along with a log in code. I push down my fear and paranoia, and accept, opening my zoom tab, and enter the log in code. All too soon, I am one on one with Janice, the head of HR! "Hi Dave, so nice to meet you at last. I know we've talked indirectly about work stuff in Zoom meetings, but since I started here, I've tried to get to know a little about the people who work here. Update employee profiles and things of that nature. Just relax, and rest assured this isn't a meeting about anything negative. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" She asked, and I did relax a little. I didn't even picture her in leather. "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Proctor. And yes, you may ask away," I say, trying to sound relaxed and confident. "Oh no, no, no. Call me Janice please. We're like family around here. You call me Janice, and I'll call you Dave, OK?" she says. "As you wish Janice, and yes, you can ask me anything you need to." "Good. Now, as you know, over the past twelve plus months, we've been strictly following Covid protocols. Although we never really closed the office, we extended the remote work option to anyone who wished to take advantage of it, as part of our Covid-19 safety plan. But now, with the vaccines being administered, we are considering a return to a fully staffed office, and are trying to determine who would be open to returning to the office," she says, and pauses, as if waiting for me to say something. "Well Janice, while I did work in the office when I started here, as the company expanded, I was offered remote status due to the nature of my work, so my situation is not a result of the Covid protocols. I'm quite happy the way things are now. I have a nice home office set-up and no distractions as I live here alone," I reply. "Unless there is a problem at your end, Janice. I like to think that I'm a diligent employee, and I always get my work done." "Oh no, please don't think that there is a problem. We're reaching out to everyone, trying to get a handle on who would be open to coming in. Truth be told, a lot of people who were offered remote status don't want to give it up. We're looking at being critically understaffed in the office itself. We were just hoping maybe you would be willing to consider it. We are willing to provide incentives, like gas reimbursement, and parking passes to those who do come back." "I'm sorry Ms. Proctor..... Janice, but mine wasn't a temporary Covid offer. Jeff knows I don't need to be in the office to do my work. And please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't really see that offer as enticing. People would have to start making the commute in again, sometimes in pretty heavy traffic, not to mention the extra time they would spend getting ready. If I had to commute to the office, I would have to get up at 6:30 to get ready and be at my desk at 8:30. Here I sleep until 7:30. It's a no brainer for me." "I fully understand. Jeff isn't 'asking' you to come back to the office. I'm just trying to get a handle on who would," she says, "But the offer is there if you reconsider." "Thanks Janice. And believe me, I understand your predicament. Once given, it's hard to take back liberties. People found they like working from home." "Indeed they do. Ok, next question, are you aware of the changes to the companies privacy, and anti-discrimination policies? I believe they were sent out in an Email several months ago." "I think you'll find that a lot of people probably scrolled right past that one Janice," I say jokingly. "Not a subject that a lot of people want to dive into." She smiled, looking even more beautiful, and says, "So true, and I'll take that as a no. Basically, it states that no one shall be discriminated against because of race, religion, political affiliations, gender, or for sexual orientation. And also, as head of HR, any concerns discussed in confidence will remain private, and not disclosed to anyone, even Jeff Harrison. Do you understand that?" she asks. Suddenly, I feel like I'm being herded, pushed into a direction that I don't feel comfortable with. I try to keep a calm demeanor, but I can't help thinking there is a bomb about to drop. "Quite clearly Janice and I can only hope the no one IS being discriminated against. And if I needed to express any concerns, be assured I wouldn't hesitate to contact you," I think I fudged my way through that one,' I think to myself. "Oh no, no one is being discriminated against, as far as I know, and there are definitely no complaints about you that have been brought to my attention, but it's my job to make sure everyone employed here is comfortable, and can work in an environment that is conducive to productivity, as well as inclusiveness. Are you happy Dave? Is there anything we can do to make your work environment more suitable for you?" she asks, and I think, oh no here it comes. "Oh, I'm quite comfortable Janice, and I LOVE working here. I wouldn't change a thing." "Well, I consider myself to be a very observant person, and I've noticed a few changes in your appearance since I've started here, which have really escalated recently. Now remember, you're not required to discuss personal issues with me, I'm just trying to better understand YOUR needs as an employee, Ok?" she says, and I am suddenly terrified, and I think she sees it. "I understand, I really do, and I appreciate your concern," I say, as she cuts me off. "Oh please understand, I'm not here to judge you, or make you feel uncomfortable, just relax, and let's chat, confidentially, ok. I want to make sure that you are comfortable working here. I couldn't help but notice, and I'm not too sure anyone else hasn't noticed, that as of yesterday, you have started wearing women's blouses. And the blouse you are wearing today is very pretty, I must say. I also noticed that you started wearing make-up as of yesterday as well. Though it's really subtle, and don't get me wrong, you've done a wonderful job of applying it." It felt like my jaw was on the floor. I'm soooooo busted. I quickly rein in my feelings of dread, and terror of being caught, and listen as she continues. "What tipped me off to keep an eye on you was the pixie style hair style you wear, and when you started wearing women's jewelry. I've also noticed yesterday that you have piercings in your ears. You don't wear earrings that I've ever seen, and I hope it's not out of fear that your work environment would be affected by your transgender status. I want to assure you that your gender status is strictly protected under our office policy," she says, and I am floored! "I also noticed your nails, several times during the meeting yesterday and I'm pretty sure that Marissa may have caught a quick glimpse of them too. I think it's great that you are expressing your 'inner you', and you shouldn't have to hide it because of the fear of workplace discrimination. Please, may I see your nails?" That's it, I'm caught, and I'm done for! "Please, rest assured, this will go no farther than you and me, but I want you to know that your Trans status would never affect your status here, now please show me." I slowly raise both hands to my camera, and show her my shiny red manicured nails. "Oh my, they're very pretty. Where do you get them done? They do really nice work!" she says. "I think it's awesome that you are accepting and expressing the 'real' you. Everyone deserves to be happy, and comfortable in their own skin." "Now, my guess is, as you've become bold enough to start wearing women's blouses, that the rest of your outfit is equally as pretty as your blouse? I'd love to see how you look. If you don't want to show me, I'll understand, but I think that you need see that your coworkers can be very supportive. Could you please stand up and let me see your outfit? I'll bet you're wearing a beautiful skirt, aren't you?" she asks, in such a polite and encouraging way, I can't help myself, and I stand up. I'm truly out there now, and very reliant on her promise of confidentiality. "Oh wow! You look quite stunning, that's a beautiful skirt Dave, but that sounds a little odd. I'm sure you have a name picked out that best fits this new you. Would you trust me, and be willing to tell me?" she asks. Without hesitation, I tell her, "My name is Aleasha, and thank you for being so supportive and understanding Janice," And I start crying. The tears flow freely, and I start shaking, and manage to say, "I'm so sorry", overcome with emotion, and I start blubbering, "I just,,,, I can't,,,, I" and I can't stop. I was sooooo embarrassed, not from her seeing me dressed up, but because I was openly crying. "Ooohhhhhhh noooo, Aleasha, please don't cry. I'm so sorry, maybe you weren't ready, and I shouldn't have pushed you. But at the rate you are evolving as a woman, people are going to start noticing soon enough. I just want you to be prepared, and to know that your employer will support you, and stand behind you 100%," she says. "Please don't cry Aleasha, you'll ruin your make-up sweetie," she says, and I can't help but to start laughing. If she only knew how quickly, and out of control I was 'evolving', she would understand why I was crying. I couldn't open up to her about that though. Apparently, she thought I was just someone afraid to open up and be the woman I thought I should be. But going into my dark, new existence would definitely be way over her pay scale. I finally managed to calm down, and as I sat in my chair, Janice started talking about her brother, James. Apparently James carried a secret with him as well. Janice told me how she'd always suspected he was different, maybe even gay. He was a year younger than her, and always had a slim build, and he was constantly being bullied by some of boys at school. She knew that James had been trying on her clothes from a very young age, and she would get angry and confrontational with him when she caught him. "I should have tried to help him," she said. "I never really judged him about wanting to dress up, and be feminine, I was only mad that he was stealing my things. But he felt misunderstood. I could tell he wasn't happy, and he was suppressing his true self, and I did nothing," she said. And surprisingly, she started sobbing. "When I found him after school that afternoon, in the basement, that rope around his neck, hanging from that beam, I screamed at him. I was the only one home. I tried to get him down, but he was too heavy. I started crying, yelling at him 'NOOOOOO! James please no. I love you!' but it was too late. I ran to get help, but to this day I carry the guilt of not being there for James," she says, as she put her head in her hands, and cried. "I never want anyone to feel as alone as James did. I don't want you to feel that alone" My jaw dropped. My god, how tragic. "Oh my god Janice, I'm sooooo sorry. You have to understand that it wasn't your fault. Sometimes it goes way beyond what we perceive. You can't take responsibility for his death on your shoulders like that," I say, trying my best to be comforting, and reassuring. "I really do appreciate your concern, and I really do appreciate your support and backing in my decision to transition, but I'm just not ready to face any repercussions from coming out yet. Please, just give me a few days to think about it. And I'm soooooo sorry about your brother. It wasn't your fault, remember that, Janice." "Thank you Aleasha. And I'll always be here for you when you're ready. For now, no one needs to know. If anyone asks me, I'll tell them I haven't noticed any changes in your appearance, but I'm sure people are going to start noticing. Remember, coming out at work doesn't mean you have to come out to your family, or friends. It would just make it easier to be yourself during zoom meetings, and I'd love to see some earrings in those piercings someday!" she says. "Thanks Janice. You're understanding means the world to me. It feels so nice to know that I'm not really alone anymore. Thank you" and I start crying again. "Awwwww, please don't cry Aleasha, I think you are really brave for facing your identity conflict, and making the effort to be who you really are. If you need to talk, you can send me a zoom invite anytime, or DM me, ok sweetie? Now, we are scheduled for a staff meeting at 2:00, you'd better go fix your make-up, and I'll go fix mine. I haven't cried over James in months. I do miss him so much. See you soon, and thank you for trusting me Aleasha." And she logs out of our meeting. I really don't know how I should feel. I'm happy that Janice was sooooooo nice and understanding. I didn't think I had to worry about her gossiping about our conversation, and I started thinking about what she said. 'Coming out at work doesn't mean you have to come out at home.' Could it be possible to actually become Aleasha at work, to say that I identify as female, and I use the pronouns her, and she? My god wouldn't that be liberating. It wouldn't break Marcus' leverage over me though. Being outed as a Trans woman would be one thing. Being outed as a black owned Trans women whore, who drags her coworkers into her depraved fantasies was another. But it sure would be nice not to hide in the shadows during working hours. To not worry about people seeing my nails, or my feminine hairstyle, and I could finally start wearing my pretty secretary outfits. Yes, I would definitely have to consider the pros and cons. I changed my slack status to away, and took Janice's advice, though I made a cup of herbal tea before touching up my make-up. I was also starting to feel a little hungry. I didn't have a lot of lunch food that was approved for me. I was supposed to eat tuna salad on lettuce for lunch, every freaking day, but it was too soon for lunch. I would have to make the tuna salad first, and I needed to get back to work. I made my tea, and taking another coffee cup, I filled it half way with cereal, and some soy milk, and absolutely devoured it. I touched up my make-up, and went back to my desk. Changing my status to online, I saw I had a message from Janice. 'I really enjoyed our talk. Please reach out to me when you're ready.' Then, I heard the door close. Tiffany and Tom had been gone for about two hours, and I could hear that they were both in the kitchen. Probably putting away all that delicious food I'm not permitted to eat, only prepare for Tom, and I quickly minimized Janice's message. After several minutes, I hear the door close again, and I could only guess that Tiffany had left. There was a quiet knock on the door, and I softly said, "It's ok, you can come in." And Tom came into my 'office'. "We need to have a system. When you're not in a meeting, you need to be available to me. When you are available, you will leave the door open, telling me I can use you at my leisure. If it's closed, and I better never find out its closed, and you're not in a meeting, I will respect your deal with Marcus, and not disturb you. When's your next meeting bitch?" he asks "My next meeting is at 2:00 this afternoon, so I'm available now if you need anything Daddy," I say knowing what he is expecting. "Good, then get your ass out of my chair, and get under my desk, it's time for you to earn your pay, slut," he demands, and I slide out of the chair, and onto my knees under the desk, turning to face the chair. I really need to be getting some work done, but I can't go into my 2:00 with a fat lip, or a black eye, or both. Tom sits in my chair, and rolls forward. "Unwrap your bonus bitch, I know you're going to love it" and I reach up and undo his belt, and the button on his jeans. I pull his zipper down, revealing his colorful boxers, and I delicately pull his cock from his jeans. Without hesitation, because hesitation is very painful I've learned, I start kissing the head of his cock. "Lick it bitch, lick it like a fucking lollypop. Mmmmmm, you're going to be sucking my cock a lot, you fucking nasty whore. Now suck it." I take the head of his cock into my mouth, and start moving up and down on it. I'm hoping to make quick work of this, since I really don't need this distraction from my work. I can't say anything to Marcus about it, so I can only hope it will be a very short disruption. I do everything I can to try to speed up the process, the 'enthusiasm level' off the charts, and after maybe 10 minutes, my hard work pays off, and I am swallowing another mouthful of Tom's 'seed'. After licking and cleaning off his cock as is expected of me, I gently tuck it back into his boxers, button his jeans and zip him up, and buckle his belt. He too pets my head, saying, "Good girl, you're becoming quite a good cocksucker. You won't need 15 minutes a guy tonight" snapping me back into the reality of my debut tonight. I'd been trying to keep my mind off the subject as long as I could. The thought of letting maybe twelve strange men into my apartment, and swallowing each ones load wasn't what I needed to be focused on right now. Tom got up, telling me to stay on my knees until he left, said, 'See you for lunch whore. I think I'll have a bowl of split pea soup, and a ham and cheese sandwich, with lettuce, tomato, pickle and mayo. You're going to learn how I like things, and you are going to serve me well.' And he leaves me there on my knees. I had to admit, I was starting to get a craving for Tom's, and Marcus' seed'. It was really growing on me! I was actually hoping, as it was only 10:00 that he might need to cum again at lunch. 'Oh my god, what a slut I've become!' I think to myself, licking my lips, hoping there was a little more cum there. I managed to push all the distractions aside, and actually got a lot of work done before my 12:30 lunch rolled around. I set my Slack status to away, and headed to the bathroom to touch up my make-up, which was becoming second nature, and washing up, went to the kitchen to make Tom's lunch. Tom was in the living room, and didn't even acknowledge me as I went into the kitchen. It sounded like he was watching some kind of sports highlight show, maybe ESPN. I put a pot on the stove, and find the soups in the cabinet. I pop the top, and get that heating while I make his sandwich. It was quite labor intensive as I had to open, slice the ingredients, and assemble his sandwich. I still had my workout to do before logging back on, so it looked like my lunch would be cancelled, again. I wasn't really hungry anyway. I went to the hall closet, and took a tray table to Tom's chair, and set it up. I went to the kitchen, and brought back a paper towel, which I folded in half, setting it on the tray table, and placed a soup spoon on it. I returned to the kitchen, and put his sandwich on a plate, and cut it diagonally, and poured his soup into a bowl. I noticed the bottle of Orange soda in the fridge, and put some ice in a glass, and filled it up. I took the sandwich and the soup to the living room, and set it on the tray table, then went back to the kitchen to get his glass of soda. When I returned, Tom was eating his sandwich. I set the glass on a coaster on the end table, and took the empty glass that was there back to the kitchen, and washed it. I had 30 minutes left on my lunch break, and as I wasn't even acknowledged, I went to our bedroom, and started doing my workouts. I did all the standing sets, and then I got on the floor to do the leg lifts on my hands and knees. I was facing away from the door, and didn't even hear Tom approach the room, and I didn't know he was standing there watching me, until he whistled. "Don't move, stay just like that. I'll be right back," he said, as he headed for the bathroom. When he returned, he got down on the floor behind me. My skirt and hem of my slip are bunched up and laid on the small of my back. 'Oh shit,' I think to myself, 'I hope he is quick about this.' knowing that it has to be getting close to time for me to log back in. He works my pantyhose and panties down, and I hear to 'snap' of the lubricating jelly popping open. At least he's being nice and using the lube. A dab of the jelly is squeezed directly on my hole. No fingers, nothing, just the head of his cock running through the lube, spreading it out, and coating his cock. "Get down on your elbows, I want your ass in the air, and your face on the floor while I fuck you. Are you ready to get fucked whore?" "Oh yes Daddy, please fuck me. I need to have your beautiful cock inside of me Daddy," I reply, trying to respond the way I know he wants me too. He presses his cock into my hole, and it pops in with very little resistance, as lubed up as he is, and I let out a loud squeal of shock, and discomfort. As he plowed ahead, ignoring my pained yelps as he pushed deeper and deeper, grabbing my hips and pulling me back, as he pushes forward. After a few minutes of pain, a wave of pleasure started to overtake me as he started fucking me hard and deep. "Daddy pleeeeeease let me to cum. I've been a good girl, haven't I? Pleeeeeease Daddy. Oh my god you fuck me soooooo good!" I beg him. "I might let you cum, maybe, but only after you answer a question, and answer honestly, because I will know if you're lying to me" he says, not missing a beat. The wave of pleasure is becoming a tsunami, and I know I can't keep it under control much longer. "Anything Daddy, you can ask me anything and I will always be truthful with you. Please, you make me feel like such a whore. I need to cum Daddy." "Good, because you should always feel like a fucking whore. Now tell me, is it true that when a sissy cums, she loses all desire to dress up, or be with a man?" "Yes daddy, but only for a short period of time. No longer than 20 minutes for me before I start wanting to be dressed up, and owned again. But you make me sooooo horny, I just need to cum!" "Maybe I should let you cum, so I can fuck you when you lose that desire. I think that would be more humiliating than me fucking you while you're all in 'femme' mode. Yes, go ahead and cum, but you will clean up any mess with your tongue, understand?" he tells me, slapping my ass for good measure. "I want you to cum long before I'm ready to cum, so cum as soon as you can, and tell me when it happens." "Oh my god, yes, thank you Daddy, please fuck me harder, I love being your sissy wife! Ooooooooh yes, I'm going to cum! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yes, oh I'm cumming!" and I lay there moaning, as Tom continued to ravage my ass, and I had the most intense orgasm ever. As usual, the desire to be dressed up, and especially the desire to submit to a man did leave me, as it usually does when I cum. But I wanted Tom to keep on fucking me. Fuck going back to work, this was my favorite job now. After about five more minutes, Tom took his cock from my ass, and moved around and stood in front of me. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair again, pulling me up to my knees. I obediently opened up, and after just a few thrusts into my mouth, he came as well. After a short pause, with me stuck there with the head of Tom's cock in my mouth, and another load of his seed to swallow, he tells me to swallow, and clean his cock. It's was almost becoming second nature to clean the cock that has just fucked me. What the fuck is wrong with me? Tom made sure that I crawled around, slurping up any of my cum that made it to the floor, and made me clean it from my cage by running my finger through it, then licking my fingers clean. When I was done cleaning myself, he again petted my head, and said, "Good girl. Now go clean up the mess you left in the living room and kitchen, and get your ass back to work." I cleared away Tom's lunch, and washed the dishes. I felt so subservient, and was starting to enjoy being the submissive, domestic wife, taking care of her husband. I guessed that Tom went to our bedroom to nap or something, as the bedroom door was closed, and Tom's wallet was still on the kitchen counter. I still had five minutes, somehow, not really believing all I got done during a one hour lunch! I checked my make-up, peed, and cleaned myself up, and went back to work. The rest of the day was quite uneventful, even the 2:00 meeting. Janice was true to her word, and treated me no differently than before, very professionally. I started thinking about the things she said. I really wanted to be able to relax, and not worry about hiding my feminine leanings. I thought that maybe Janice really could help me. I had made up my mind, I was going to confide in Janice how really confused I was about my new identity, as far as how to legally pursue it. If I did come out as transgender, how would it work? I don't have a bank account for Aleasha, as Aleasha doesn't legally exist in the eyes of the US government. Maybe she could help me, and set me on the right path. The more I thought about it, the more I did want to come out. I wanted to start a hormone therapy, and maybe get breast implants. I was sure Tom would love having some C, or even D cup boobs to play with. Before I knew it, it was 5:15. I logged out a little early, thinking I really needed to eat something. It was going to be a busy evening from what I was told, and I needed to keep my strength up, which had diminished greatly from my lack of food, and sleep. My clothes felt looser too, and I was sure I was losing weight at an alarming rate. I guessed I'd find out Sunday at the weigh in. Tom was back in his chair in the living room when I went to the kitchen. I asked him if he wanted something for dinner that I had to make it now in order to ready by 6:00. "I'm going out with Marcus later, so no. Marcus trusts the clients that are coming tonight, and the rest of the week for that matter. Blowjobs and rim jobs are going to be most of your evenings. Enjoy," he said, not looking away from his ESPN show. I went back to the kitchen, and took out a boneless, skinless chicken breast, and seeing it was 12 oz. I cut it into three portions. They were tiny, and I put 2 in a freezer bag, and put them in the freezer. I put my dinner on a baking sheet, a little olive oil, salt and pepper, and some Italian seasoning, and I popped it in the oven at 375 for 20 minutes. I quickly made a small salad, and took out a bottle of balsamic vinaigrette, and not wanting to disturb Tom, went to change, shave, and do my make-up while I waited for the chicken breast to cook. I was dressed and ready by 5:40 in the kind of schoolgirl looking outfit that Tiffany had me buy at Forever 21 at the mall. I had to admit, it was really cute. It was a green and grey 16" pleated plaid skirt, which she had me complete by adding white thigh highs, a pretty sheer white button down top, and a short, green thin sweater. I wore my 4" 'Mary Janes' as well. I went back out to the living room, but Tom wasn't there. I looked down the hall toward the bathroom, but it was empty. I just left the bedroom, so the only other place he could be was in my office. I walked toward the door, and slowly pushing the door open, found that room empty as well. I could only guess that he had gone to meet up with Marcus. I went to the kitchen, and ate my dinner right there at the counter. I say dinner, but it was more of an appetizer. The chicken was gone in four rather small bites, and I devoured the salad. I rinsed the dishes, and put everything on the dishwasher, and wiped off the counters. 5:55, was the time on the stove clock so I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom, touched up my make-up, and ran a last minute check list. Hoops in? Check. Hair looking completely girly, to match my schoolgirl outfit? Check. Overkill on the perfume? Check. Everything looked acceptable, so I walked to the entry door, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Tap tap tap, tap, tap tap, Marcus' knock, and I opened the door to my new role, sissy whore. The tall black man I greeted and invited in to my apartment eyed me up, a wicked smile curling up on his face. He was huge, 6'4 at least, and looked like he wouldn't even fit through the door. Not fat either, all big muscles, and as I was instructed, as I stared at his crotch, and that muscle looked to be equally huge. I started praying that he wasn't ordering up anal! "Myyyy, myyyyyy, what a pretty little white sissy bitch you are. Marcus wasn't lying, that's for sure" he said, and upon entering, and the closing of the door, pulled me in and kissed me, long and deep. After a moment of being trapped in his strong embrace, I was told to turn around, and he scanned my barcode. After several anxious moments of listening to him tap the screen of his phone, my text alert went off, and so it began. Customer purchase of (1) rimjob-$25 ECT 10 min, (1) blowjob swallow-$35 ECT 15 min, has been approved, Total payment $60. Estimated completion time-25 minutes Immediately, I drop to my knees, and unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and unzip him. I pull his pants and boxers down gently, and the biggest cock I'd ever seen popped out before my eyes. I didn't see it for long, as he immediately turned, and put his ass to my lips. "Eat my ass bitch, you fucking worthless sissy fag." And it was on. My first customer and he was everything I fantasized about. His cock was so thick, I could barely get the head in my mouth. But he managed to shove it in, and more. I loved the way he held me in place by my hair as he tried to shove more and more of his cock down my throat, as he enjoyed my struggle to take him. It was obviously a power trip thing for him, and I was sooooo glad when he finally came. I struggled to catch my breath, and swallowed the huge load he dumped into my mouth, but once he was sure I had done my job, he left without a word. This was pretty much the whole evening, and every evening for the rest of the week! I invited a parade of men into my apartment, 11 or 12, some nights 13, sucked their cocks, and swallowed a lot of cum. The last 'appointment' available for me was 12:00, so by the time I swallowed his load, it was around 12:20. By Friday, I was exhausted. By Friday, the allure of my sissy whore fantasy was completely gone. I'd realized Tuesday, after only my second customer, what a frantic schedule this was going to be from 6:00 until midnight. I barely had time between customers to brush my teeth and rinse, fix my make-up, and be waiting at the door for the next 'secret knock'. Eventually, I stopped brushing and just rinsed between, unless I had to rim the previous customer. And 95% of the customers didn't even come close to being sissy whore fantasy men. I always fantasize about big, strong, and mainly black customers. But the reality was that most of them were guys who only got sex when they paid for it. They were of all ethnicities, and usually quite below average, either fat, terribly unattractive, or both. There was one customer that I recognized from high school, but he obviously didn't recognize me. We weren't friends in school or anything like that, but I recognized him from his severe over bite, and his thick glasses. Poor guy, I could only get through rimming and blowing him by feeling sorry for him, like I was doing him a huge favor. Thursday night, after my last customer left, I showered, shaved, and reapplied my make-up for bed. It had been a while since Marcus had shown up unannounced, but I had to always be ready for Tom as well. I took out my hoop earrings, placed the studs in their hole, put on my 'whore' collar and went to the living room to give Tom what had become my mandatory, nightly rim job and blowjob. The pace of my new 'career' was become brutal. Some nights up to 13 blowjobs in 6 hours, and half of those also choose rim jobs as well. Adding in Tom's blowjob meant I was never in bed before 1:30 at the earliest. Once I had swallowed Tom's 'seed', I was required to clean, and some nights I even had to do Tom's laundry. And Tom didn't care about my 'dignity', there was no long robe for covering up, I would do his laundry in my baby doll nightie, heels, and my whore collar that I was now wearing during my 'free time'. I quickly realized that I would never again have 'free time' as long as I had my 'husband' to take care of. Tom would follow me to the bedroom, and once I was on my back, he would lay at my right side. His right arm and right leg draped over me, holding me as if to say, 'you are mine now, bitch', his forehead pressed against the side of my head, he would drift off to sleep, satisfied, and content after his recent blowjob. As for me, I would lay there, my mind racing at a hundred miles an hour, feeling like trash, feeling so dirty and used. Every night I quietly cried myself to sleep. If Tom ever noticed, he never acknowledged it. He would probably enjoy the fact that this was very difficult for me, and that it was having a deep emotional effect. I hadn't talked to Janice any further about her 'offer', and she didn't press the issue. Work went along pretty uneventfully, but as I was becoming more and more tired from the late nights, I was becoming more and more careless about hiding my feminine side. I decided that I would let Janice help me come out to my coworkers, and become Aleasha at work. As humiliating as that sounded only a week ago, it now felt like it would be the most liberating thing I could ever do for myself. I also decided that I would ask Marcus if I could start the procedures for transitioning, that I wanted to start male to female hormone therapy, and become even more of a sissy for him. I had really good insurance through my employer, and I would make the copays out of my own money, so it wouldn't cost him a dime, but I knew I needed his approval for anything I did. I knew that to even get started transitioning, I would need to find a doctor who specialized in sex reassignment, and possibly a therapist, to confirm that I indeed was a valid candidate for the procedure. I knew he was monitoring my computer, so searching for a doctor to start the process couldn't happen until Marcus let it. I was sure that Tiffany would be all in, and maybe she could convince him that it would make me a much more docile, feminine sissy. I would talk to Marcus tomorrow, so maybe I could have the pieces in place when I talk to Janice. I decided that Wednesday, after talking to Marcus, and hopefully getting the doctors lined up, would be Aleasha's first day at work. Saturday morning, Tom slept until 10:00. He was out with Marcus and some of his friends until almost 1:00 in the morning. When He got home, more than just a little buzzed, he had a friend with him. His friend eyed me up, me standing there in my nightie, heels, and my whore collar, and said to Tom, "Man, she is hot for a fucking tranny. You and Marcus weren't kidding. And she likes being tied up? She really fantasizes about being gang raped by a bunch of brothers? I think we should go tag up on her ass, what do you think?" "Sure, let's tie this fucking whore over a chair and fuck her raw," Tom looks at me, and seeing the look of utter dread in my eyes, slaps me so hard I fall into the wall, and I just lean there. Tom hooks a finger in the O-ring on my collar, and starts pulling me towards the bedroom. Tom pulls the small wooden desk chair, the one Lisa sat in to watch me get raped by Marcus, out from the desk and tied my ankles to the chair legs. My hands were tied in front of me, and I was pulled over the back of the chair, and a rope from my wrists was tied to the divider between the two front legs. For good measure, they tied a rope to the top of the chair, and strictly tied my waist to the top of the chair, so even squirming was next to impossible. His friend, who I hadn't even been introduced to yet, stepped in front of me, and pulled his cock from his jeans. He puts his cock to my lips and said, "Suck my big black cock you fucking white sissy fag. I love little white sissy bois that learn their true place, swinging on the end of a superior black cock!" and he starts roughly fucking my mouth, and eventually my throat. Tom is behind me, and I can't see what he's doing, but he had pulled my panties down to my knees. I hoped that he would at least use the lube, and then I feel it. He had taken off his belt, and started whipping my ass with it. "My wife is a fucking whore, and she needs to be punished. She'll suck any cock, fucking slut," he says, and after about 20 lashes or so, he opened the lubricating jelly, applied a small dab to my hole, and wasted no time pushing into me. I knew I had to be careful having his friends cock fucking my throat, but I was sure his friend was enjoying the muffled screams and moans that weren't really making it out of my mouth. Once Tom had me opened up, and he had fucked me hard for a few minutes, they changed places. Tom moved before me, and I started sucking his cock, while his friend really started raping my ass. They switched maybe three more times before they both came. It was Tom's friend who's cum I swallowed, number fourteen on the night, and Tom came deep inside of me. They left me tied there for about 45 minutes. I could hear them in the Livingroom, laughing and having a good time, while I was stuck in the bedroom, unable to do anything about the nasty aftertaste combination of ass, cock, and cum in my mouth. After his friend finally left, Tom came in and untied me. I went to the bathroom to clean up, and when I got back to our bed, Tom was already zonked out. As I lay there, my text alert went off. I looked at my phone, and saw it was Amanda! I looked over at Tom, to make sure he was still asleep, and he was out cold. The preview text said, 'I hope you are doing...' so I unlocked my phone and read her message. 'I hope you are doing ok. I just had a rough night, but I'll be ok. I hear Marcus' cousin Tom is staying with you. Be careful, He is really unstable, especially when he drinks. See you Sunday I guess.' I text her back, not wanting to alarm her or anything, but just let her know what was going on. 'Sorry you had a rough night. I've been thinking about you a lot. I wish things could be better for you. You're a beautiful woman, and you should be happy, I want to be your friend. And yes, things have been rather grueling here. My fourth night of thirteen plus blowjobs and the rim jobs, ewwww. You were right, this is not a fantasy life. Tom and one of his friends just tied me over a chair and tag teamed me for about 40 minutes but I'll be fine too, just exhausted'. And I hit the send button. She responds, and I feel a little guilty laying that on her this late at night, and says, 'Awwwww, you're so sweet. Thanks. It never gets easier, does it? I'm sorry Marcus sent Tom to watch you. I hope we can talk Sunday. I'll try to get there early, maybe Tom will be asleep. Goodnight Aleasha. Be safe!' 'Goodnight Amanda. Stay safe for me, and I'll stay safe for you.' 'Goodnight, my friend,' she sends, and I start to cry, quietly. I still had no idea what the plan for the day was. I hadn't been told whether I'd be 'working' or not. Something told me that for the foreseeable future every day was going to be a 'work day' for me. I'm sure Marcus would text me, or Tom would let me know when he finally rolled out of bed. I went to the kitchen, and not really feeling hungry at all, again, decided to forego the bran flakes, and did my morning workout in the Livingroom. So many things ran through my mind, like the fact that I was now seriously thinking about starting the 'transitioning' process. I had never actually considered actually transitioning. But since my talk with Janice Tuesday morning, I found I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wanted to come out, and possibly not just at work, but totally. I wanted to start hormone therapy, and have some surgical feminization procedures done to help me look more feminine. I didn't want to go 'all the way', but I knew that with the right combination and dosage of estrogen, and anti-androgens, I would become more feminine, and my testicles, and my 'clitty' would shrink from what I had read. But the desire for body shaping, butt lift, D, or even DD breast implants, something so big there was no way of ever hiding them, forcing me to accept my new position in life. I wanted facial feminization surgery, vocal cord stretching, so I had a permanent feminine voice. It seemed so weird, that just nine days ago, I had never thought about transitioning, but now it was all I thought about. But it wasn't for me, I wanted to do it for Tom. That made it even weirder, as there was only one reason I could think of that would make me want to basically become a total bimbo, a trophy wife for Tom. It was because I thought it would make him happy, and I just wanted to please my husband, and master. I finished up my workout, and when I tried to stand up, I found that I had become so aroused by the thought of being transformed into Tom's trophy wife, that I had cum at some point while doing my work out! How was it even possible that I could be so aroused by this? Or even better yet, how in the fuck could I cum, and not even realize it was happening? I'd decided to play it safe, and get dressed and ready as if it were a 'work day', and my first customer would arrive soon, and I had to be ready. I went to the bedroom, and chose my black satin and lace bra, panties and pantyhose. I got my outfit that I wore for Tiffany that first day, only I wouldn't be wearing the bustier and stockings. I also grabbed my 4" ankle strap heels, and head for the bathroom. ' I shave, brush my teeth, rinse, and apply the depilatory cream to my legs, stomach, chest and arms, and wait the 6 minutes to let the hair removal process to work. I turned on the shower, and making sure the water was a good temperature, I step in, and rinse off any traces of body hair Immediately after getting in the shower, I here Tom come in, and I hear him pee. He flushes, and leaves the bathroom, only to return a few minutes later. I guess he is shaving, or brushing his teeth, but after a couple of minutes, he leaves again. I finish my shower, enjoying the warm water running over my body. As I get out of the shower, I see that my outfit has been replaced, even the heels. In the place of my 'whore' outfit, there is a new pink mini dress, and all pink undies, with my pink ankle strap pumps. 'Where did this come from? Did Tom buy it for me? 'OMG, how sweet of him' I think, as I dry off. I put on my bra, panties and sheer to waist pantyhose, and put in my D cup breast forms. Picking up the new dress, I see it has very thin straps, and the back neckline is dropped lower than the front, meaning that my bra straps would be very visible. I hoped this didn't mean what I thought it meant, but I put the dress on, and stepped into my pink heels, buckling the straps at my ankles. The dress was tight, but made from a stretchy, almost shimmering material. If ever there was a 'bimbo' dress, this was it. The length on the dress was quite short, the stretchy material hugged my butt, and ran about 4 inches below my butt, and there was a ruffled, lacy pink trim that ran around the hem. I grabbed the hand mirror from the vanity, and turning my back to the mirror, saw that not only was the bar code completely visible, but the entire queen of spades with the bold black, pink accented 'black cock whore' on my left shoulder was out there for anyone to see, A little over an hour later, I emerge from the bathroom, almost ready for my first customer. I see that the bedroom door is open, so Tom had to be in the kitchen, or the living room. I heard the TV, so I figured it was the Livingroom. I went into our bedroom, and replaced the studs in my earlobes with the big hoops, and sprayed some of my perfume where Tiffany had shown me, my wrists, a little shot on my 'cleavage', and behind my knees. There was a long jewelry box on the small tray that I kept me jewelry on. I'd never seen it before, it wasn't there earlier, so picked it up, and opened it. In the box was an anklet, with a queen of spades charm attached to it. "You like it?" Tom asks, as I jump, almost throwing the box into the air. I didn't even hear him enter the room! "Oh my god Daddy, you startled me. Yes! I love it Daddy! Can I put it on?" I ask him, knowing how he wants me to respond "I want that on your fucking ankle at all times, understand? It will always remind you where you belong, on your fucking knees worshipping my black cock. Now, put it on, and serve your master." I put the anklet on, and once again, I find myself on my knees, sucking Tom's cock. He takes his time, sometimes he roughly fucks my throat, then he'd make me just suck on the head for a while, before throating me again. After about twenty minutes, I swallow his seed, and he heads for the Livingroom. Before going to the Livingroom to see if Tom needed anything, I took the collar from the nightstand and buckled it around my neck. The collar buckled in the back, and the 'O' in whore was actually a big O- ring, and 'WHORE' was very readable from even a good distance away. I went to the other side of the bedroom, at least 14' away from the mirror, and yes, if anyone looked at me, the first thing they'd see is 'WHORE', in big, shiny chrome letters. I put on the best smile I could muster, as exhausted as I was, and went to the Livingroom to find Tom in his favorite chair. "Hi Daddy, are you hungry? Would you like some breakfast?" I ask, and he looks up from the TV, eyeing me up like breakfast. A smile forms on his face, and he gets up from the chair. "I forgot to tell you last night, but we're going to a little party at Marcus and Tiffany's place tonight. That outfit you picked out? Well, Tiff wanted me to pick it out for you for the party, so I couldn't let you wear it when we go out shopping," he says, and you could literally knock me over with a feather. "Grab your purse and get your ass in gear bitch. We need to get shit done today, because you're booked solid tomorrow for a couple special clients. Big money. S&M shit so I hear. You can wear the collar to the store if you want too, I know Marcus gave you that choice. I'd rather people see your black owned bar code, and this pretty queen of spades," he says, running his fingers over the tattoo. "They'll probably think that I own you." Fuck, fuck, fuck! It was terrifying enough walking around the mall and Giant Eagle dressed in women's clothes and high heels with Tiffany, but doing it with Tom, dressed in this stereotype 'Bimbo' outfit was a terrifying prospect, but I know he is fishing for a proper response, so I respond, "Oh yes Daddy, I want everyone to know that you own me. I'd rather not wear the collar if that's ok with you." He hooks his finger through the O-ring, and pulling me into him, he tightly wraps his arms around me, and kisses me. "Good girl, you let everyone know that you're my girl, that you love big black cock" he says, and he kisses me again. "I might just kiss you like that in the store, when I'm sure that white guys are watching. I know it really eats them up inside to see their white girls taking a black lover" he says, and continues kissing me, as he reached behind me, and unbuckled my collar, and set it on the end table. He breaks off the kiss, and tells me to grab my purse, and we head to my car, Tom walking beside me, his arm around me, pulling me close to his side. As we pull into the Giant Eagle, I can tell from the lack of available parking spaces, a lot of people are going to see me, and I think Tom sees the panic on my face. "Do you love your Daddy, bitch?" he asks in an almost angry tone, probably disappointed by my fear of being seen with him. "Why are you so afraid to be seen with your man?" "Oh Daddy, I love you sooooo much, and I love being your bitch, your sissy wife, but people are going to laugh at me because I'm a sissy. I don't care if they see me with you Daddy. You are my owner and husband, and I'm not ashamed of that at all," I start searching for the right words, but they don't come to me, and I finally give in, and tell him, "I know I shouldn't care if people know I'm a sissy, and I will do my best to hold my head high, and show how proud I am to be YOUR sissy, Daddy. I'm ready when you are Daddy," I say, and he smiles, knowing that I have truly been broken, and I am now truly his. "Good girl. Now come open my door for me, show the world how well you serve your master," he says as huge grin spreads across his face. I can tell he is feeding on the fear I am so desperately trying to overcome, and he is going out of his way to heap on more ways I can show my subservience, and humiliate me for the world to see. I comply, getting out of the car, and realize that the hem of my skirt had ridden up to just below my butt. I pull the hem back down into place, and notice the outline of the chastity gage bulge. Oh yeah, this is going to be a VERY humiliating trip. I had become quite accustomed to walking in my heels over the past week. I even practiced my feminine gait, learning to walk with a little girlish 'wiggle' and hip sway. I went to Tom's side of the car, opened his door, and as he got out, a white guy walked past us, and I heard him mutter loud enough to barely be heard, 'What the fuck, whore.' Tom immediately turned on him, and looked like he was about to go after him. I grabbed his arm, and said, "No, please. It's ok, really. Let it go, let's just go get our shopping done, OK?" "You got a problem mother fucker?" Tom calls out to him. The guy kept walking, obviously realizing he was getting in way over his head. "Yeah, keep walking you racist fuck. Someone should teach you some fucking manners, you fucking piece of shit." "It's ok Daddy, really it is. Please don't start something that might get the cops called, please. You know whose side they would be on. I don't want anything to happen to you Daddy. Let's just go get our shopping done, and go home. I want to put a smile on daddy's face!" He looks at me, and smiles. "You know what, baby girl? When we get home, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. What do you think about that?" he asks. "Oh my god Daddy, I need you to fuck me soooooo badly. Let's get this shopping done, and when we get home, I'll do ANYTHING you want!" He took my hand, and leading me toward the entrance, I surrender to the shame and humiliation as people stare at my bar code, and my queen of spades tattoo, and the 'Queen of spades' anklet Tom had given me. At least Tom made me push the cart, so the slight bulge of the chastity cage wasn't quite as visible. By the time we hit the checkout, I fully understood what it was to be in an interracial relationship. Some people were just really mean spirited. I placed everything on the conveyer, as Tom watched me do all the work. Once the cart was emptied, I guess Tom thought it would be fun to ramp up my humiliation, and his ownership of me. "Don't just stand there watching bitch, go bag for her," he says loud enough that people turned to look. I must have turned beet red from embarrassment, and I said, quietly, "Yes Daddy, Sorry Daddy." And I moved to the bagging area. The poor cashier looked lost as to what to do as her eyes followed me and I started putting our groceries into bags. She resumed scanning the groceries, and I obediently bagged for her. The cashier looked at me, and asked, "Do you have an advantage card you'd like to use miss?" and I open my purse, and take out the women's wallet that I had recently moved my cards and ID to, and held out my card for her to scan. She gave me a brief smile, as my name came up on her screen, and she said, "Thank you 'Ma'am'" as she gave me a knowing wink. I walked back to the pin pad, inserted my card, and finalized the transaction. The cashier handed me the receipt, smiled at me, and said, "Enjoy the rest of your day, ma'am" and winked at me again. I was never so grateful to be home, and once the groceries were put away, I went to the bathroom to touch up my make-up. Tom called to me from the bedroom, saying "Get the lube bitch, and get your fucking ass in here," I couldn't help but to think, 'here we go again.' I get the lube from the cabinet, and putting on my dutiful wife smile, I enter the bedroom. Tom is already naked, and standing by the bed. On the bed, he has laid out my wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, several padlocks, and my blindfold. "Lock the cuffs on bitch, and get up on the bed, on your knees, facing the headboard" I do as he says, and once I am kneeling on the bed, he locks my wrists to my ankles, left wrist to left ankle, right wrist to right ankle. He takes the blindfold from the bed, and straps it on me, plunging me into total darkness. "I'll be back in a little while, and I'll have a surprise for you" he says, as he puts a hand on my back, between my shoulders, and pushes hard. I fall forward, my face almost bouncing off the mattress. My wrists locked to my ankles, my legs are pulled open, and I'm basically hogtied in the bed. "This is how Marcus brought that fucking whore Amanda back from Ohio. The pimp that found her tied her like this, and him and Marcus stuffed her into a duffle bag. They loaded her into the back of his SUV, and well, I know you've heard the rest of the story. You just sit tight, you're not going anywhere for a while" and he was gone. I didn't hear the door close, but I did hear the TV come on. All I could do was guess that he was watching TV. He had me tied and blindfolded, and went to the Living room to watch TV? Alone, and in total darkness, my thoughts went to Amanda. Oh my god, how terrified she must have been. Hogtied like I now was, waiting for the 'pimp' she had run away from to arrive and claim her, knowing how angry he would be. I thought that she probably cried a lot while waiting for Marcus to get there, more out of frustration than fear, until Marcus actually got there, that is. I could only imagine her fear, off the charts, as Marcus entered the room, not knowing what fate had planned for her. I bet she really struggled, as they started stuffing her into the duffle bag! My god, how terrifying. I would have gone insane from my claustrophobia! I could only imagine her screaming as they zipped her in, and loaded her into Marcus' SUV! At that moment the strangest thought entered my mind, 'Yes, I would take a bullet for her', and I can't believe I'm even thinking it. I feel so bad for her, and I think I'm actually falling for her! After about I don't know, 45 minutes, I hear the door close, and there were voices coming from the Livingroom. Then, I hear laughter, and it's getting closer to me. "Hey baby girl, you ready for a little game? It's kinda more like a test" I hear Marcus say. I nod my affirmation, as I know that, unlike Tom, I'm not permitted to speak around Marcus. "Good, here are the rules. There's me, Tom, and two other brothers here. We're going to put you back up on your fucking knees, and you're going to suck us all off, swallow all four loads, then you're going to tell us which one was me, and which one was Tom. You'll do that by saying what number we were. If you are wrong, then you will be punished at the party tonight by living out one of your fantasy scenarios. If you are right, you will get to watch as someone else takes your place in the fantasy, understand?" 'Oh my god! This is going to be impossible!' I think to myself. I've had plenty of experience with both of them, but a blind taste test? I am grabbed under my arms, and pulled back up to my knees. There is someone on the bed in front of me, and a cock is pressed to my lips. "Hold on guys, let's get these on her first, that way we don't need to worry about being quiet" and a pair of noise cancelling headphones are put over my ears. Dammit! I was going to listen closely and see if I could pick up some of the sounds Marcus and Tom make when I'm sucking their cocks, now that's out the window. A cock presses against my lips again, and I immediately open up, and take it in. I try my best to remember everything about Marcus' cock, or Tom's cock, their length, thickness, taste, smell, anything that would say 'BINGO' when I had their cock in my mouth. This one doesn't seem like either Marcus' or Tom's. After about ten minutes, as I swallow his load, I'm quite sure he was neither Tom nor Marcus. Cock number two is pressed to my lips, and I start sucking immediately. As he fucks my mouth, I seem to recognize some of Tom's methods, and the size and thickness seems right. After about 10 minutes or so, he pulls his cock out to where just the head is in my mouth, and I feel his cum pour into my mouth. As I swallow his seed, I am quite convinced that it is Tom's cock that I had just sucked. Immediately after swallowing load number two, cock number three is at my lips. I'm not even given a chance to catch my breath. This one is thicker than number two, and the way he was trying to throat me had all the earmarks of Marcus. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and started forcing my head further and further down on his cock. It feels so much like Marcus' cock, and after about ten of fifteen minutes, I got to taste his cum. Everything felt right, and I was pretty sure this one was Marcus. Immediately, cock number four enters my mouth, and quite quickly, my throat. This one is equally as big as number three, and the pounding my throat is taking is something that reminded me of Tom AND Marcus. The size and thickness felt more like Marcus, and now I'm not sure. I'm still convinced that number two was Tom, but now it seemed that Marcus could be three OR four. I concentrate on the cock in my mouth right now, the taste, the smell, anything to help me identify if it WAS Marcus' cock or not. After another ten or fifteen minute blowjob, my jaw is starting to cramp up. Thankfully, I swallow load number four, and it is over. Three. I'm convinced that Marcus was number three. The noise reducing headphones are removed, and I hear the men laughing, commenting on what a good little white sissy I was. The two other men comment on how they'll definitely be booking a block of time with me. Then Marcus quiets them down. "Ok guys, no reaction at all, understand? I don't want this fucking sissy whore to know if she's right or wrong, not just yet. I'll leave it to Tom to tell her, if he thinks it's the right thing to do. So bitch, what number was Tom?" "Tom was number two, Master Marcus," I answer, feeling confident in that guess. "And what number was I, then?" he asks. "You were number three, Master Marcus," I reply, hoping that it was the right guess. There was no hint in Marcus' voice. "Alright guys, thanks for helping with this little test. See you at the party tonight. This fucking whore needs to get ready. Tiff will pick you up at 5:30 Tom. Make sure she's ready" and they all leave the bedroom. I hear them talking, but can't make out what they are saying. After about ten minutes, I hear the apartment door close, and I guess all my 'guests' had gone. I would guess it was a good ten or fifteen minutes before Tom returned to the bedroom. I was still locked on my knees, near the foot of the bed, facing the headboard, and Tom came up behind me, putting a hand on each shoulder, and leaned in and started talking in my right ear. "Good job whore, I was number two. I'm pleased that you worship my cock so much that you can tell when you're sucking it. Now, what did I tell you I was going to do to you when we got home? Do you remember that?" he asks, and I know the answer he is looking for. "Yes Daddy, you promised me that you would 'fuck the shit out of me'. Please fuck me Daddy. I love the way you fuck me Daddy," I respond, with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. Moving his right hand from my shoulder, he starts petting my head again, and I feel like his bitch, like a good dog that has learned a trick the master has taught it. I don't know why, but I am suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of pride in pleasing Tom, and I start sobbing. "Yes, that's a good girl. I know how much you love my cock, in your mouth, or in your tight little sissy pussy. You want it so bad not having it inside of you makes you cry, doesn't it," he almost whispers into my right ear. "Oh my god, yes Daddy. I am crying now because it makes me so happy that I have pleased you. That's all I ever want to do is please you Daddy. I feel so empty and worthless when I'm not worshipping your cock Daddy," I tell him, with 100% sincerity. "That's a good fucking sissy bitch," he says, still petting my head, "You'll find out tonight if Marcus was number three. I'm not going to tell you, but if you were wrong, you're in for a long night," he says, as he pulls the hem of my dress up, rolling it, and tucking it into the stretchy material just below my bra. "I love this fucking tramp stamp. Leah does nice work. Must be nice for Marcus to have such a talented sister," he says, tracing the path of the flowing ribbons. So, that's the missing piece of the puzzle. I wasn't sure if Leah was his girl at the time, or one of his whores, but now I learn she is Marcus' sister. Mind blown, as it seemed the whole family was part of this white slave ring! Tom pulls my panties and pantyhose down as far as my spread legs would allow, and he starts playing with my ass, caressing it, slapping it, running his fingers along my butt crack, and over my hole. I gasp, and actually shiver as he presses his finger against my hole. "You want it, don't you bitch," he whispers into my ear. "Ohhhhhh yes Daddy, please, pleeeeeease fuck me. Please let me feel your superior black cock in my sissy pussy Daddy!" I beg, starting to sob, wanting nothing more than to feel him take me. He says nothing, but his finger returns to my hole again, only this time, it has lube on it. He smears the lube around my hole, and slowly, almost teasingly works his middle finger into my ass. I let out a long, high pitched moan of pleasure. He works his finger in and out a few times, and then he stops. He moves to the side of the bed, and his finger is pressed to my lips. I immediately open my mouth, and he shoves the finger he used to lube me deep into my mouth. I suck it like I would suck his cock. "Mmmmmm, you love the taste of your pussy, don't you whore?" he asks, fucking my mouth with his finger. He removes his finger from my mouth. "I love the taste of my pussy on your cock Daddy, and on your finger. Pleeeeease fuck me Daddy!" I say, and I really meant it. I wanted nothing more than to feel Tom take me. He moved back to the foot of the bed, and once again, a hand on my back roughly shoves me forward, and I fall face first onto the bed. Tom moves to the right side of the bed, and tells me, "You're going to have to show me how badly you want me to fuck you, and if you're a good girl, I might even let you come" he says as he climbs onto the bed. I feel his legs on either side of me. He was lying on his stomach, and he was inching his way down. I lifted my head, and he slid down until he could go no farther, and my face was firmly pressed against his ass. I knew what was expected, and immediately started licking until my tongue found his hole. I pushed it in as far as it would go, and started enthusiastically eating his ass! I'll still never get used to this, or actually enjoy doing it, but I know I have no other option than to comply. He just laid there for about fifteen minutes, letting me eat his ass, and I tried my best to not let up on my efforts. Soon, he slid up, got off the bed, and moving to the foot of the bed, climbed on top of me. He reached under my arms, cupping my shoulders, and laid his full weight on me. I felt trapped, pinned down to the bed, and I loved the feeling of submission that his weight made me feel! He maneuvered his cock until it was pressing against my hole, and he pushed just enough to start penetrating, and stopped short, the head of his cock half way in, and I let out a moan of both pain and pleasure. "You want it, don't you bitch. You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?" he kind of grunts into my right ear. "Oh god yes Daddy, please take my sissy pussy! Make it yours Daddy" I beg, and he starts pushing deeper, and I let out a wail of ecstasy, as the pain becomes so pleasurable. He isn't even all the way in, and I feel like I can't take anymore, but I have no choice. "I want you to cum, quickly. You're a much better piece of ass when you don't want to be fucked. Tell me when you cum," he says, as he picks the tempo up a bit. "Yes Daddy! Thank you for letting me cum Daddy. I won't disappoint you Daddy," I respond, and he starts driving into me with all he's got. It's not long before I feel the tsunami building, and I start crying from the pure pleasure I am feeling. "Oh my god Daddy, you fuck me so good! I'm going to cum Daddy! You're going to make me cum Daddy! Oohhhhhhhhh god yes. Oh my god that feels so good. Thank you for letting me cum Daddy." I start sobbing, tears of ecstasy, and the room starts spinning. Tom keeps fucking me, although my face is buried in the mattress. I think I passed out for a few seconds, only to come back to another building wave of pleasure. I feel the mess I've made each time Tom slams into me. It felt like a lot! Soon Tom started to breathe heavily, and all I could hear was 'oh fuck, yeah, oh fuck' in my right ear, and I felt him tense up. He pulled very hard on my shoulders, and burying his cock deep, I felt his cum empty into me. My head starts spinning and Tom has basically collapsed on top of me. His cock is still throbbing inside of me, and the world goes black. I have no idea how long we were out, but I awaken very confused. Tom is still on top of me, his cock still inside of me, but I can tell he is asleep. My shoulders, wrists, and hamstrings are screaming from cramps, and the pull of my legs on my wrists. Not to mention, the dead weight of Tom on top of me, and I can barely breath. "Daddy?" I say, as I start squirming as much as I can, being pinned down by Tom. "Daddy, wake up. Please Daddy, I can't breathe," I say louder. Tom starts to stir a little, and then he starts, jumping up quickly, and sounding as confused, as me. "Fuck! What happened? What fucking time is it?" he asks, as he grabs his phone from the nightstand. "Oh shit! We gotta move girl. Tiffany will be here in a little over and hour! You gotta be ready," he says in a panic, as he grabs the padlock keys and unlocks me I get up and start working out the cramps, and grabbing my phone, I see that it's 4:15. I gasp, and without even thinking about consequences, I say, "Holy fuck! How long were we out?? Fuck, I'll never be ready. I have to shave, do my hair and make-up! Fuck me!" Fortunately, I used the depilatory this morning, so one step was eliminated. To my surprise, Tom didn't even slap me for my outburst, and says, "A little over an hour I guess. Bitch, you gotta be ready. Move your ass. Marcus will have Lisa skin us both alive if you're late to his party. Now move bitch!" he says, as he pushes me towards the bathroom. I try my best to focus, but I feel week, and confused. I think my serious lack of food, and sleep, is catching up to me. Tom showered quickly as I removed my make-up, and shaved. Although I brush, twice, and rinse twice, I can never completely get the taste of ass out of my mouth, and I really hate doing such a nasty thing to another man, but this is my life now. 'Stop it!' I think to myself, 'there's no time for this senseless reflection. Get the fuck ready. No one wants to see Lisa again!' I shower, and put on my lingerie, which Tom had brought to the bathroom, along with the rest of my outfit, while I was showering I guess. I saw that I WAS going to wear the bustier and stockings after all. I dressed, did my make-up the way Tiffany showed me to do it for Marcus. Make-up was becoming second nature, and I thought I looked pretty hot, being under the gun to get ready so quickly. I put my jewelry on, and I went to the bedroom, and applied a heavy application of perfume, and I was ready. Tom was waiting in the Livingroom, nervously pacing. "Are you sure that's everything? You didn't forget anything?" he asks, nervously. "No Daddy, I am ready just the way Marcus expects me to be ready," I look at my phone and see its 5:22. If I did miss something, it's too late now. Tom looks awesome in his leather pants and white linen shirt. I can't help but notice how sexy he looks, and I want to suck his cock right there. Tom must have noticed, because he said, "Not now whore, maybe when we get home. You really do love my cock, don't you?" "Oh god yes Daddy. All I can think about anymore is sucking your cock, or having you fuck me Daddy. I live to serve you Daddy," I say. I am totally his now, he owns me completely. "When we get home tonight, I'm going to start treating you like the whore you are. I'm going to start taking you out more often, so you can show the world that you belong to me. Will that make you happy bitch? Let everyone see your queen of spades, and black owned tatts? Or how about I take you into an alley to suck my cock, and cum all over your face, and make you wear it for everyone to see? Yeah, I'm gonna make a real whore out of you, and show all the white people their future," he says, as his text alert goes off. "Tiffany will be here in two minutes. Let's go bitch," he says, as we leave the apartment, and I lock up. He puts his arm around me, and leads me to the parking lot. I was just thinking how amazing it was that I hadn't run into any of the neighbors while out in 'girl' mode. I really didn't know any of my neighbors, and I doubted any of them would recognize me if they did. As I was finishing that thought, we reached the end of the hallway from my apartment, and started down the stairs, my heels loudly clicking on the concrete, and I saw my neighbor from the apartment below mine at the mailbox. She looked up at me, and then to Tom, then back to me. She looked me up and down, at how I was dressed, closed her mailbox, smiled politely at us, and walked back to her apartment. I think she was a single mother, either divorced or widowed, around 40ish, her 22 year old daughter went to college, or something. She was around for the summer, then gone for the rest of the year. I only know this because I mistakenly got a bill from the university, and I didn't notice it wasn't even addressed to me until I opened it. I took it to her apartment, and her daughter answered the door in short shorts and a halter top, and I was in love. LOL It never went anywhere. I was always to insecure around girls to even ask her out. I always thought of girls as being superior to me, and I had no business harassing them with selfish things like lust, and desire. As we reached the curb, I saw Marcus' Escalade round the corner and enter the parking lot. I thought she would bring the Soul. Then it hit me. I would probably be tied and blindfolded for the trip, as Marcus had a strict policy that his whores not know where his house was. And I was right, though the tying part was a little more elaborate than the first trip, with just my wrist cuffs locked behind me. I get into the back seat, and Tiffany tells me to scoot over to the center seat. Tom buckled me in, and starts getting me ready for the trip to Marcus' house. He reaches behind the seat, and pulls out a long bar looking thing, made of metal about two inches wide, and about a half inch thick. It is hinged on one end, and opens into two sections. Each section, or length, had a small half circle on each end, about two feet or so apart, and a large half circle in the center. He opens it up, and lowers it over my head, my neck fitting into the larger center half circle. I am instructed to place my hands in the smaller half circles, and tom closes the device. The end opposite the hinge has interlocking circles on the end, the kind of look like an open hinge, and when closed, Tom slides a pin through them, and locks the pin into the device with a padlock. It is quite an impressive device. There was no give in the metal, meaning once locked on, the wearer stayed helpless until it was unlocked. Also impressive were the series of D-rings along its length, their purpose god only knew, but I was quite sure I was about to find out though. Much to my surprise, I am not blindfolded. Tom tells me to open my mouth, and when I do, a dildo gag is pushed into my mouth. It's definitely bigger than mine, and as Tom tightens it, it is pulled deeper and deeper into my throat, and I start to squirm, and panic. Tiffany tells me to calm down and concentrate. "If you panic, you're definitely going to gag, and choke. Concentrate, and swallow hard when you think you're going to gag. You have about forty minutes to figure it out girl. It's a skill that's going to come in handy tonight" Tom tightens it a little more, and I really have to focus all my attention on trying to stay calm. Tom gets in the front with Tiffany, and we start moving. Tom is watching me, and Tiffany takes a quick glance at me I the rear view when she gets a chance, because they both laugh at my struggle. "Oh my god, she looks so adorable, and so scared. Look at that concentration," Tiffany says, and they laugh. "She'll be a pro deep throater before you know it." As Tiffany drives, I find I can't even think about keeping track of where we're headed. About fifteen minutes into the trip I catch a glimpse of a 279 North sign. I'm not even sure where on 279 we are by now. "I think she's getting the hang of it Tiff," Tom says, "I think we should bag her before we get to the exit though. You know how Marcus is about whores knowing where he lives." "Yeah, I think she'll be ok. The hoods in the glovebox, just don't tie it too tight. I don't want her to panic" Tiffany says, and I see Tom reaching for the glovebox. He holds up a canvas, or leather bag, which has a pull string on the open end. Tom turns, and leaning over his seat, pulls the bag down over my head, and pulls the strings on the bag. It tightens enough that I can't shake it off, and I can't see a thing. We drive on the highway for about another twenty minute, and then we exit onto more winding, local roads. My concentration has become so focused, I don't even realize it when we turn into the driveway, and enter the garage. "Ok Tom, take the bag off. I need to make sure she's presentable," Tiffany says. Tom reaches back, loosens the string, and pulls the bag off. "Dammit Tom, what time did she start getting ready. Look at her fucking eyeliner and mascara, she looks like a fucking raccoon!" she says, getting out of the front seat and opening my door. "Don't just stand there with your fucking mouth hanging open, help me get her out. I have to try to fix this before I can take her in." And she and Tom get me out of the SUV. "Get that cock out of her mouth, it's really making her eyes water." Tom unstraps the dildo, and mercifully pulls it from my throat. I almost double over, hyperventilating as I try to get some much needed air. "Let's get her to Leah's shop. I'll fix her up there." And I am led to the basement. We turn into Leah's 'studio', and I think to myself, 'so this is where it all started' and I suddenly become very aware of my nipple rings. They seat me in her tattoo chair, and Tiffany goes to work on my make- up, as Tom mumbles an apology, telling Tiffany what happened. Although she was quite angry at Toms ineptitude at having me get my make-up on in time for it to really set, she couldn't help but get a jab in at me. "Mmmmmmm, over an hour with Tom's cock in your pussy. I'll bet you really enjoyed that, didn't you sweetie!" she giggles. Finishing up, she looks at Tom. "Don't fuck up again Tom. I won't say anything to Marcus this time, but you owe me big time." "Thanks Tiff, I really appreciate that. Anything, really, anything you want," he tells her. "You say that now, but just remember that when I come to collect," I think to myself, 'Wow, is she really is that cruel and heartless'. I hear the music, and lots of voices coming from down the corridor outside Leah's studio. Once my make-up is to Tiffany's satisfaction, a short chain is locked to the D-ring at my neck, and I am led down the corridor, and into the 'Party room'. All eyes turn towards us as we enter, and I notice that everyone there is black, except the four or five server girls, who were white, wearing nothing but different colored kitty ears, and what looked like butt plug animal tails, and nipple rings. I hear that awful 'ting, ting, ting' of a utensil on a champagne glass, like you hear at a wedding when someone wants the bride and groom to kiss, and I am announced. Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, our guest of honor has arrived. May I introduce, my very first sissy whore, Aleasha," Marcus hams it up. "As I told everyone, I put Aleasha through a little test earlier today. Me, my cousin Tom, and Lee and Derek put her through a blind blowjob test. Complete with noise reducing headphones. Now, she will find out her score on the test, as well as her fate for the evening." And everyone cheers and whistles. "Remember, she said Tom was second, and I was third. The lights are dimmed, and a large flat screen comes on, and I am totally embarrassed to see that the whole thing was recorded. You could hear Marcus going over the rules of the test, and see the headphones being placed on me. Then, one of the other men goes first. Right so far. "We won't watch the whole show, it took about fifty minutes, so let's just move on to the next blowjob, and the room laughs at my high speed blowjob as Marcus fast forwards. He resumes play as the first guy pulls out, and Tom takes his place. Right again!! We watch about thirty seconds of Tom fucking my mouth, and once again, Marcus hits the fast forward, and stops as Tom finishes up. My heart sinks, as I see the other guy take Tom's place, not Marcus! 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I think, starting to squirm in my restraints, 'Marcus must be pissed'. Tiffany noticed, and whispered into my ear, "You're really fucked now whore." "As you can see, the fucking whore was wrong. The whole theme of this party was to have her fantasy of a blowjob race realized, with her as one of the stars. But I decided to give her an out. Correctly pick which numbers my and Tom's cocks were in a blind 'taste test'. And she could watch the race. Now she will star in her own fantasy. I am led to the far side of the room, where I see four chains running from the floor to the ceiling. They are at a slight angle to each other, and there is a girl already locked to one set of chains. She wore a neck restraint like I had on, and each end was padlocked to the chains, keeping her on her knees, at perfect blowjob height. I was led to the other set of chains, and placed on my knees, and because of the angle of the chains, I was slightly facing the other girl. There wasn't much give in the chains, so there was no avoiding seeing her as they took her hood off. She looked young. Very young. Almost high school, almost illegal young. When she looked over to me, she had that deer in the headlights look in her eyes. Obviously not a willing participant either. "Aleasha's opponent will be my newest whore. A high school senior, and she really needs the practice, let me tell you" and I see the embarrassment in her eyes, "So I decided that instead of a sprint, only six guys per racer, we'd have a fucking marathon. Fourteen cocks per racer, first one to swallow fourteen loads wins, and gets to enjoy the party. The loser, however, will finish her que, then she will be taken to the 'chain room" he says and there is a lot of murmuring in the crowd. "She will be locked over a bar, her legs spread wide, and her bar locked to the chains in perfect position for 'spit roasting. Ladies, if you brought a strap on, feel free to take advantage of the loser as well. Or if you're just looking for a blowjob, or a rim job, that's fine too." There is a serious buzz in the crowd, and Marcus waits for them to calm down a little. "Ok guys, select attendees were given a sealed envelope, no one knows which girl they got, so, open them now please." The room explodes with the sound of ripping paper, and again, a lot of unintelligible murmuring. Marcus waits a few seconds. Could I have Ashley, one though four, and Aleasha, one through four, come up here and take your places. This will probably take a little over two hours, just like a marathon, so, let's get started!" Soon, there is a black cock staring each of us in the face. It's kind of embarrassing that this high school cutie was going to be watching me suck cock too, the whole room gathered around to watch. I heard men making side bets, like which one of us would be the first to gag on a cock, or who would swallow the first load. I didn't want to go to the chain room, and I justified winning by thinking that the poor girl needed the practice anyway. As I finished that thought, Marcus yelled out, "GO!" and it was on. I glanced over, and saw that Ashley had her eyes closed, and was working the cock in her mouth very enthusiastically, like she didn't want to experience the chain room either! I ramped up my efforts, and was paid off with the first load swallowed. It was grueling! After the fifth or sixth cock, I could see that Ashley was struggling too, probably from jaw cramps as well, but we both pushed on. I had just started on cock number eleven when Ashley swallowed her number eleven's load. 'Fuck! I need to catch up!' and I use every trick in my arsenal to try to get the guys off faster. We both started number fourteen at about the same time, Ashley starting hers about ten seconds before I started mine. The room was buzzing, and side bets were flying. I had to win. I was exhausted! Hours of more use and abuse would be too much. I wanted to crawl away to a corner and sleep. I worked this guy's cock harder than I ever worked a cock, and I just wanted this to end, and as that thought played in my mind, a cheer from the crowd as Ashley swallowed her final load. Seconds later, I swallowed mine. "And the winner is,,,, Ashley! Congratulations bitch, you're free to join the party!" Marcus announces, "And a reminder, Aleasha will be available in the chain room in about five minutes." 'Sssshhhhhhiiiiiiitttttttt!' I think to myself. I was only seconds away from winning! Dammit! My bar is unlocked, and I am led by my leash to the chain room. Appropriate name, I note, as there are about ten chains running from floor to ceiling. I am led to a set of chains the have a bar locked between them, about thirty inches off the floor. I am pushed forward until my hips are pressed against the padded bar. My legs are spread apart, and shackles attached to the chains near the floor are locked onto my ankles, holding them in place. I am bent over the bar, and each end of my neck restraint is locked to the other set of chains in front of me, locking me at a height that is perfect for giving blowjobs. The chain on the D-ring on the bar at my neck is locked to an O-ring on the floor in front of me. Ashley enters the room, and she is wearing a big strap-on, a huge smile on her face. She steps up, and putting the head of her strap-on to my lips says, "Thanks for making me go through that, you stupid fucking sissy fag. I'm glad I could return the favor, and make you go through this, bitch," and she slaps me hard, "now you're going to pay. Open up whore, get it nice and wet, because that's the only lube you're getting when I fuck you." And so my night continued, at a grueling pace. People came into the chain room constantly. Men wanting blowjobs, or to fuck me or to get a rim job. And women wanting rim jobs or to strap-on fuck me. I was exhausted, and despite not being given permission, I came! Foot traffic to the chain room slowed drastically. I was hoping I was done for the night. I could still hear a lot of people in the next room, but interest in me must have waned. I was just starting to feel a sense of relief, when in walked this huge black woman. She was about 5'4, but probably weighed 275 pounds. What scared me the most was that it looked like she had a baseball bat strapped to her hips! It was the biggest dildo I had ever seen. As she walked towards me, it kind of swung back and forth, while also bobbing up and down! She put it to my lips, and I tried to take it into my mouth, but only half of the huge knob of a head would fit. She pulled away, and turned to face away from me. 'Oh good god no. Pleeeeeaase lord no' I think as she backs he ass up to my face. "Eat my ass bitch. Do a good job and I might just not have to fuck you," she says, and I think, 'Oh god no. there's no way she can fuck me with that thing. I eat her ass, trying my best to avoid throwing up on her, as she grinds her ass into my face. After about five minutes, she moves away from me, and walks behind me. She grabs me by the hips, and I immediately start to panic. "No! Please don't! Please, anything but that, noooooo!" I beg to no avail. She puts that huge head to my hole, and starts pushing, and I start screaming, and then, I remember nothing. I come to, confused, not sure of where I even am? Am I in my apartment? How did I get here, and why does it seem like I'm under my bed? Why am I still dressed? And why am I so sore. I felt like I was in a fight, and got the shit beat out of me. Why can't I remember what happened? Then I notice the voice. "Aleasha? Aleasha, can you hear me? Please Aleasha, please come out so I can help you. Jesus Christ Tom. What the fuck did you guys do to her?" It was Amanda. Why does she always have to see me like this, I'm so embarrassed. "Come on sweetie, let me help you, ok?" she calls to me, sounding so sad. "What happened Tom? Tell me what the fuck you guys did to her so I can try to help her." Tom went through the whole story, starting at the shopping trip, the blind blowjob test, how we both passed out and were late getting ready for the party, and the blowjob race. "She was locked up in the chain room, over the bar, and there were a lot of people using her, and it was all going fine, until that crazy bitch Ramona Crawford decided to try out this fucking horse dick strap- on on her. She screamed so loud, and we all thought she was just overreacting, but she wouldn't stop. Marcus ran in and saw what the fuck Ramona was doing, and punched that bitch right in the face. Broke her fucking nose, then kicked the shit out of her while she laid there. I heard she went to the hospital. Two broken ribs," Tom told her. "Even after we got Ramona off her, she just kept fucking screaming. Marcus had me and a few of the guys get her unlocked, and told us to get her the fuck out of there, to take her home. We almost had to carry her to the garage, and we loaded her into the back of the escalade, and Tiffany drove us back. She finally stopped screaming, and by the time we got back here, she was walking, but it was like she was sleep walking," he said "It's called shock, Tom. The poor thing was traumatized. She really should have gone to the fucking hospital. Aleasha, Pleeeeease come out. I need to take a look at you. Let's get you all cleaned up. It will be OK now. You're home. Please baby, let me help you sweetie." "How the fuck did she get under the bed? Weren't you fucking watching her?" Amanda asked. "Well, we got her in, and she just kind of walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and we thought she was ok, cleaning herself up. Tiffany went to check on her a few minutes later, and the bathroom door was open, and she wasn't in there. We looked in the bedroom and didn't see her there either. Wasn't until she started whimpering that we realized she was under the bed," Tom said. "We tried to get her to come out, and when I reached under to grab her arm, she started screaming and flailing around. Her arms were banging of the frame, and the box springs, soTiffany told me to stop, before she really hurt herself, and we let her be." "Tom, leave us alone for a while. Let me talk to her. Maybe I can get her to trust me. She doesn't trust you right now, because she trusted you to protect her, and you let this happen. Just go somewhere for a while, Go out to breakfast or something" she tells him. "Fine. Do what you can for her. Marcus is going to be pissed if she isn't ready for her 12:00." "What?? Her 12:00? Tom, she's in no condition to do 12:00 tomorrow, or maybe even the next day. You tell Marcus he'd better cancel. Is that all she had today?" "No, she has a 12:00 to 4:00 special client, and a 6:00 to 10:00 special client. Big money gigs. Marcus ain't gonna like it if she can't make it." "Well Tom, I'm going to tell you right now, she isn't going to make it. For Christ's sake, look at her! Call Marcus. Tell him she's in no shape to do anything today. Now get the fuck out of here, let me see what I can do for her. She really should see a doctor," Amanda tells him, and I can hear the sadness in her voice. I start crying, just hearing the way she is defending me. "Go Tom. Get the fuck out of here for a while. I'll do what I can for her." Tom walks out of the room, and I hear the apartment door close, as he takes Amanda's advice. "Aleasha, baby, please come out and let me help you. We promised to be there for each other when this shit happens, and here I am. Please don't shut me out. I don't have many friends, and I don't want to lose you" and I hear her start to cry, and it breaks my heart. I turn under the bed to face in her direction, and I start crying harder. I really didn't know what to say. I could hear every word that was being said, but I had no emotional reaction, nothing really registered, until Amanda said that. "She broke me Amanda. That bitch broke me. I felt it. It hurt like hell. Something popped, or snapped inside me, and it hurt like hell. And no one cared" I say, sobbing hysterically. "Oh my god Aleasha, I'm sooooooo sorry. Please, let me help you. I care baby. It's just me and you now, and I swear, no one is going to hurt you like this again. Over my dead body!" she says, still sobbing. As best as I could, I started to crawl towards her. I needed her so badly right now. I wanted to die, and I needed a reason to live. I loved her so much, and I felt bad that we had to see each other this way, with me being a total fucking mess. I didn't even change out of my clothes, or shower, and I could tell I really smelled bad, and probably looked worse than I smelled. Regardless, once I emerged from under the bed, and got up to my knees, and Amanda got a look at me, she threw her arms around me, and hugged me tight. I hugged her back, I never felt so in love with someone before, and it helped to have someone to hold. "Oh my god baby, it's ok. You're going to be ok. I love you Aleasha. Don't you ever leave me, ok?" she sobs, as she kissed me. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, then she kissed me full on the lips, and I kissed her back." "I love you Amanda, and I'll never do anything to hurt you." And we hold each other, caressing away each other's pain. It was heaven. I wanted it to last forever To be continued?? Author's note: I hate to say it, but there are so many more things to say, and turns this story can go in, but this time of year is VERY busy for me. I had a hell of a time picking a break point in this chapter, but a lot will happen quickly in chapter four. I'm afraid that finding time to continue, if there even is any interest in the story continuing, will be very difficult. It took much longer to write part three, and I hate to say it, but chapter four might be a late fall project. I hope you enjoyed chapter three none the less. I'm not sure if it's allowed, but I'd really love to share ideas, and concepts. I am only on Facebook, at 'Aleaasha Ghurley' or email at [email protected]. Yes, I still have an AOL email. LOL