High Rent Tranny Whore
by Barbi Satin
New York City 1997
It's morning already and I wish I could just sleep but Maria has a client coming in at 10:00AM and Jasmine is here already to wake me up. Jas is great and has a huge cup of French Vanilla Coffee for me.
"Wake up Barbie, Maria will need the lounge to dress and get ready for her session". I wonder why all the men who come to a dungeon to see a female submissive want such early appointments. I guess it is a sort of power trip. We learned to only leave one towel in the bathroom for a Dom male or they will use them all. What a bunch of assholes they all are.
At 10:15 the phone starts to ring and the first call is for me. Jas asks me what time I can take my first appointment. I look at my coffee half consumed and the clock and tell her 2:00PM. He can't come after 1:00 PM but screw it.
I check my email and as soon as Maria's client is done hop in the shower myself. I scrub myself clean and then head back to my locker to get my make up case and an outfit. I am not in the mood today but it's my job. I slip on a pair of Victoria's Secret stockings in black and then a black satin corset and pull it tight. I am used to it by now and can close it all the way. I put on a black latex mini dress and go to do my make up. Lavender eye shadow today, eyeliner, mascara and a little blush. Hot red lipstick and then a look in the mirror. Not a bad job but a little rushed.
I put on the thigh high leather boots and pull on my long kid gloves and a shemale dominatrix is there. What a joke that is most days. Over 90% of them just want to have sex and I almost never get to really be a dominatrix. There are a few TS who call themselves dominants and swear they make a great living playing by the rules but they are full of shit.
I make my way out and have a seat with Jas in the reception area. She asks if I want more coffee and I tell her "yes please, two cups". The deli must be slow because they will deliver today. Jas calls and orders my coffee, Dos French Vanilla grande, Negro no a succa. If she orders in English they will screw it up.
The phone rings four more times before I hear the buzzer and the coffee arrives. I have three coming at 2:00PM. With luck one might show. I don't even bother to ask what they want anymore. Until they are in front of me they aren't real anyway.
At 1:30 Dominique blows in the door and is ready for her 1:30 in seconds. I hide as her client comes up. No dungeon allows clients see anyone other than the receptionist and the Mistress he will see.
I am drinking my coffee and smoking too much as I wait. At 2:00 the phone rings and one of mine is at the corner. I go in the lounge and freshen my make up and pull on the gloves. Grab my VS 120's and wait to be told he is naked and waiting in the "Drag Room".
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I wish I could describe him but I can't. After the first 100 or so they all become the same guy. His first question is, "Am I your first for today"? That means he wants to blow me and wants to know if I will shoot a big load in his mouth.
"Please mistress, don't make me suck your cock"! "I will do anything but that"! I tell him to get on his knees and clamp my glove over his nose and mouth. "Smell my leather slave"! I sneer at him. "Does it make your sad little dick hard"? I grab his nipples then and twist before massaging them making him moan.
Next I pull off my leather G-string and pull out my cock. I look in the mirror and pretend he isn't there and get off on the feel of the leather and my own dominant image to get hard. I begin slapping his face with my dick and calling him a dirty little bastard who will suck my cock or I will cane him bloody.
"No, please mistress, anything but that"! I tell him to open his little slut mouth and suck my big nasty shemale dick. As soon as he starts to suck I pull it out and slap his face with it again. "Follow me on your knees you cocksucker". I take a seat on the couch and get comfortable and shove my cock in his mouth again. I pull down my dress to get at my nipples and light up a VS 120 and that really turns him on as he starts to jerk off.
I close my eyes then and pretend it isn't his mouth on me. I have a fantasy that I am being blown by a gorgeous woman in leather. My little secret is that I am not interested in males in a sexual way at all.
I have a "puppy pad" on the floor in front of him to catch his load. I just lose myself in my delusion. The delusion that will allow me to give him what he paid for. "Suck me off you fucking whore, suck my cock you SLUT"! I am getting close but he slows down feeling I am getting close. I hate it when they do that!
I get close again and take his head in my hand and mouth fuck him. He jerks off faster and I let out a cry and flood his mouth with cum as he shoots his load. Session done.
Just my luck, he is starting to freak out now. "I never did that before, does it mean I'm gay". I tell him I am a girl and it was a girl cock and not to worry. Anything to calm him down and get him out to the street. I hear the door to the next room open and peek out. Dominique has finished her session and is leading her client out. Bad timing damn it!
As soon as she is clear I take mine to the side door and send him down the back steps. Not something we are technically supposed to do but better than having him have a nervous breakdown right in the dungeon.
I wait to hear Dominique's client leave and head out front. I need more coffee and before I can say a word Jas tells me I have once waiting in a consult room. I run to freshen up and she takes him to the Drag room again.
This one wants a session bound so I run out quick and tell Jas I need a dungeon and we scramble to clean up the room Dominique had just used. I spend the next hour with the guy in a sling wrapping his cock and balls in electrical tape and talking about how shiny and sticky it is as he just lays there in the sling and babbles about electrical tape.
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It's almost 4:00 PM now and I am hungry so we order some Pizza. Just as the pizza arrives my 4:30 arrives. This one I do remember because he was a big, fat guy. He wants to blow me and does not want it forced. I just sit back and he sucks me as I imagine it is a girl and not a fat man. I am hard now and he is sucking away and he asks if I can fuck him. He stands up and bends over and pulls his ass cheeks apart and I gag. "Have you ever heard of toilet paper"? The guy is filthy there and until he made the maneuver of pulling his cheeks apart I had no idea. He turns bright red and says he is sorry. I told him there was no way I was going near that. I beat off on his face then and let him jerk off to finish it.
It's now after 5:00 and for dinner I eat cold pizza. Sessions are slow now and I can relax. All my 7:00, 8:00, and 9:00PM sessions are no shows. At 9:00PM I ask Chuck the house slave to please go and get me a six pack of beer.
My 9:30 calls from the corner but the buzzer never rings. There is a guy across the street pacing as we watch from the 4th floor window. He keeps looking up at our floor. After 15 minutes of pacing we open the window and yell down to him to "shit or get off the pot". He runs down the street.
I have a few beers while playing at the computer when Mistress Chocolate shows up. Jas leaves at 10:00PM Chocolate asks me if I feel like working the freak shift that night with her, We order more beer and take over the phones.
I get one in at 10:30 for an enema and golden shower session. I take him back to the medical room for a two-quart enema and then follow him as he runs to the bathroom. As he expels the enema he sucks me off while sitting on the toilet. I piss down his throat as he cums while still expelling the enema.
After he takes a shower I show him out. Chocolate has an 11:30 who is a no show. The phones go dead and soon the buzzer rings. It's big Ralph the whip maker and he has food for us! Way to go Ralph!
I sit and bullshit with him until 1:00AM and the phone rings. Ralph picks it up and asks me if I can handle one more. I really can't but in this business you take a session when you are dressed and ready never knowing when things will go dead.
My client arrives and Ralph says good night. The guy wants to be put in a dress and verbally abused, pissed on and then shit on. I take the session fee with an extra $50.00 for the brown shower and just get it all over with. I give him more than his money's worth. I am dead tried and in a bad mood so I use it.
It's now after 2:00AM, I show him out after he is dressed and then pull off the boots, dress and at long last that damned corset and jump in the shower. I flop out on the couch in the lounge then.
It's 10:00 AM and Jas is here with coffee.
The End
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