( please read 'A Redirected Life Pt 1' before reading this continuation )

 

A Redirected Life

by Holly Day

Pt 2

  

After a week in my cage and dancing, Bruce or more properly Sir, sat me down for a little chat. I was desperate to find a way out of here but with the way I was dressed and held captive there was no way it was going to happen unless I could catch Sir off guard. I had to get out of that cage which meant I had to sleep with him. Maybe if I played along he would invite me back to his bed and I could slip out of the house while he was sleeping. Ok here it goes I'm going to be sick. "Sir, have I upset you? I promise to be good if you let me out of my cage."

"First I set you down here to let you know what we have planned for you. I am going to give you an option. You will be having surgery but you will have the choice of which surgery. You can have breast augmentation or you can have facial feminization and throat surgery." I was in shock and speechless. "I know you would probably want both but you have to choose."

I looked at the walls of the club. There were many pictures of trannies who had had huge breast augmentations. No way did I want that besides it can go wrong in so many different ways over time. My mind is in a whirl. How do I answer this to get more time. I need to find out about the other option and maybe find a way to find an out of here. "What would be involved with the facial surgery Sir?"

"We would eliminate the brow ridge and narrow the jaw which in your case probably isn't much if any. Your nose would be changed just a bit. We would give you nice high cheek bones, shave down your Adam's apple and we will raise your voice by tightening your vocal cords." I gulped good and hard on that one.

"When do I have to let you know my response?"

"I want an answer now so what is it."

I looked at those pictures again. Damn I don't see my out yet. The hospital could be the answer. Get in and find someone not connected with this organization. Okay here it goes. "I would much prefer looking normal to being a sideshow exhibit so I guess the answer will have to be the facial surgery."

"I think you made a wish choice my dear besides you may yet fill out another cup size in the next year without any help. Oh tonight you can thank me in bed so I hope you save some of your energy for me."

When he got me back to his master suite I was introduced to something new. He had me get down on my knees in the bathroom and then had me bow down. I wasn't expecting to be taken in here. I looked over my shoulder and saw him pull out some tubing and what looked like a hot water bottle. "From now on Mindy we are going to properly clean you out. I've had Mike prepare this enema for you." With that he pushed the nozzle up my ass and let the fluid start to fill me. "I felt like I was going to explode." Tears were coming down my face. "Now that's a good girl. Take it all. You're almost there. Ok give it a moment. Now move over to the toilet and pull out the nozzle. Painfully I got up and moved over to the toilet. Pulling out the nozzle my bowels emptied quickly. God, it felt like I just gave birth. "From now on you will receive an enema before you sleep with me do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I said with a bowed head.

He then took my cuffs off and bathed with me in his huge tube. Here I am going to give this man a blow job and allow him to fuck me anyway he wishes and I am acting happy. He's about to have me go under the knife and I am thanking him. All of this just to be out of a cage for one night. I immediately blocked out my thoughts. I just need to get through tonight maybe I figure a way out of this tomorrow.

As soon as he was asleep I slipped out of bed and looked out the window. It's locked and besides it's a straight drop to the driveway. I went to the door. Damn there's an alarm on it. Even if I attack him I can't get out. I'm trapped. I hope the hospital is easier.

Tomorrow came alright but I wasn't free to leave. Sir dressed me again in that spring dress and took me back to the tattoo parlor. "Sir what are you having done to me this time."

"This time my sweet, you will be receiving your first tattoo, just a little one that will identify you as being my property, and your status as a submissive bitch. There are additions that will be added over time. Just check out the key posted by the customer entrance and you'll see what I mean." I was not happy at all but I knew better than saying so. I sat backwards in a chair so that Jake could tattoo my lower back just above my panty line. He covered it with a bandage and away we went.

"Where are we going now Sir?" I asked..

"It's time to take you in for your surgery."

"What? Now? Today? Don't I get any time to think about it?"

"Your time was last night and you chose. The doctor and his team are waiting for you."

No wonder I didn't have breakfast.

We pulled up to the clinic where two large orderlies escorted me to an examining room. A nurse soon came in and without a word injected something in my arm saying it would help calm me. The Doctor then showed up. "Please doctor, don't do this to me."

"I really have no option. I have a debt to repay. Now sign these documents."

"No I won't," I said.

"Orderly, please persuade the patient." Taking my left arm he slowly twisted until the pain was unbearable. I reached for the pen. "Now remember use your old name." I signed and the orderly let go letting me fall to the table. "That's a good girl now up on the gurney or do want some assistance there too." I reluctantly got up and the orderly strapped me down. The shot started to take effect. "Please roll our patient into the OR and we'll get on with this." Somewhere during the course of the surgery I dozed off. When I awoke I was back in my cage. Sir came in to see me then called in Julie. Sir left and Julie took care of me the rest of the day.

When I awoke on the next day Julie was still there. "Now don't talk you are to remain quiet for the next two weeks. You look beat up Mindy. Here let me take you out of this thing and put you in a guest room for the next few days." Julie was so kind. Feeding me and changing my bandages. She let me watch some DVDs of movies just like we used to do when we first met. She would talk about the different actors and what was in the tabloids. She must have thought that I was still her friend. I played along just in case she let down her guard and I could make a break for it.

In a week I was healed enough to move around. Since I wasn't yet available to dance Sir found another job for me. Laid out on the bed in my guest room was a maid's uniform complete with a white ruffled hat and apron. The shoes were stilettos and the hose was a black fishnet. Knowing what was expected I got out of my nightgown and put on the costume. Just as I finished Sir came through the door. "Good girl. You're still too bruised to work at the club. No matter today you will be cleaning the upstairs. You'll find all the cleaning supplies you need in the utility room off the kitchen. Now curtsey for me and be on your way." A curtsey, he wants me to do a curtsey? I wish I could speak and let him have a piece of my mind but instead I curtseyed and went down stairs. For the next week I cleaned that home from one end to the other. Everywhere but down in the basement where I was forbidden to go.

Finally it was time to go back to the doctor. He smiled at me removed a couple sutures and had me utter my first sound. My, that was a high pitch. Now say thank you doctor. "Thank you Doctor."

"Oh my, that is high," said the doctor. "I really wasn't shooting for bimbo."

"Bimbo," I said. "What have you done?"

"Don't worry in your profession that is actually a good thing. So as your doctor I am advising you that you go to work."

That night I was back on stage again in my black leather bikini and bondage cuffs complete with locks in place. My first customer upon seeing my back side commented on my tat. I had completely forgotten about that. "If I read this right you are the owner's submissive bitch. Whoa I bet the other girls are jealous. I've seen that list up there for a while but you're the first I've seen actually wearing any of it. When you get up to the eleventh item on that list let me know." I had no idea of what he was talking about. The customer entrance was off limits during working hours so I would have to wait till the end of the night and read it before Sir puts on my leash and takes me home.

Up till now I had never really talked to the other trannies. Did I just call myself a trannie? One look in the mirror in the dressing room confirmed it. I have to find out about my coworkers. Do they also have to do the things I do? I first I talked to a trannie who called herself Bambi. Bambi was just out of high school. She told me that she was homosexual but only about half the girls were gay. The rest would be if they had the operation. Why they worked here was varied but all seem to have chosen this job whereas I had not. They either had an apartment on their own, with a boy friend or as a group. They each had steady customers and I had to recognize who belonged to whom so as not to get in any cat fights. I was also warned that I had violated this taboo and should look out, but since I was the owner's favorite nothing was likely to happen. I asked if the other girls were jealous of me. Yes and no was the answer. They knew that Sir wanted more ownership over them but they had not been willing to give it. When I arrived they saw that he was going to change his recruiting style and press new girls into his mold. Some were to become submissive while others will become dominatrix. I obviously was to be one of the former. "Bambi, what about the tattoo I have? Why don't any of the other girls have any?"

"That's because we are independent contractors. You are property. We see you work your butt off for him and your only pay is the money they put into your transformation. True you are turning out to be a beautiful girl but at a cost that we won't pay. See we saw too much before getting here to let that happen to us. You, my poor thing, did not."

My former boss, John, came in later and waved me over. "Wow, you look good. I haven't seen you since you started where have you been?"

"Sir had a few plans."

"Whoa listen to you. I love that voice. Your face is so much more feminine. Yes that was part of this plan. I see. And the restraint cuffs, does he tie you up?"

"Not really but I am lead by a lead should I decide to run."

"So this isn't all your idea now is it?"

"No sir it's not, but I don't seem to have any power over it."

"Well I would like you to meet your replacement at the office. Ted here is a real go getter. He really has the balls for the job. You never really did and from the looks of it never will. Here let me pay for his first two lap dances." Ted turned his chair around and I went into my routine. Maybe if I do a good job the boss will get me a clerical job. As I teased him I got a little careless and allowed my left tit get too close to his mouth, Ted leaned forward and bit me. "Ouch don't touch," I scolded. "Be good and I'll make you feel good." He smiled and enjoyed the rest of the dances. After the dances they got up and left with a promise of bringing back more of my old friends. Wonderful, he knows I'm not here voluntarily and he doesn't care.

I got to the customer entrance after closing. There was the list just as the customer said. The list was itemized:

1. A pierced tongue means a cocksucker

2. A small rose tattoo means Sir's property

3. A stem without thorns means submissive

4. A stem with thorns means dominatrix

5. A thin stem means impotent

6. A thick stem means fully functional

7. An outline of two fallen petals means marked for castration

8. Two brown fallen petals means castrated

9. Green leaves on the stem means available for private dances

10. A bow around the stem means available as an escort

11. A red ribbon flowing from the bow means accepts gratuities for favors

12. A ribbon of movie film means a porno star

13. An outline of vase means marked for SRS

14. A pink vase means completed SRS

None of the other girls had any of these tattoos. True many had tattoos but they didn't mean anything as far as I knew. A few had pierced tongues but that isn't so bad. I ran back to the dressing room and looked over my shoulder. My tattoo was a rose with a thin thorn less stem. So everyone now knows that I am impotent as well. Which one did my customer say? Eleven that was it "accepts gratuities for favors". They might make me into a prostitute. I looked again at my tattoo and saw something I missed the first time. There are two shapes outlined. Oh no they are petals. "Please no I don't want that please don't let that happen." John said it appeared I would never have the balls. "Oh God, he knows." Sir found me at that moment and chained my hands and feet. "Oh please don't castrate me I cried." He answered by pulling out a ball gag which he then used to silence me. All the girls saw me being lead away in tears to his van. Bambi smiled as I passed and mouthed "owner's pet". Once I was back in my cage he smiled at me. Now you know your future. Tomorrow you go back to the doctor. As for the outlines if you are a good girl, you may escape that fate.

The next day Sir took me back to the club doctor. "You know the procedure young lady," said the doctor. "Get up on the table and I put up the stirrups." Seated between my legs he started making notes into a recorder. "Patient's penis is flaccid and skin is shrinking from lack of erections. Patient's testicles are in a state of atrophy, the size of grapes." Standing up he reached under me at with a finger inserted it into my anus. "Relax now. That's good. Patient's prostate is shrinking and anal access is easier, excellent. Patient shows signs of anal intercourse with minor abrasions. Patient is totally impotent and likely to remain so." After releasing my legs he allowed me to sit up. "Now I need another blood sample." I turned my head away when he took the sample. I hate needles. "Let's check on your progress please stand up and hold your arms out while I measure. Bust up an inch, chest down an inch, waist down an inch, hips up an inch. Wonderful, the first shot stimulated a growth spurt. Let's just check your breasts for any irregularities. The areolas are still puffy so you are still growing. Hopefully we'll have you up to a c cup within the year." Great I thought at least I may be able to avoid implants. "Okay let's look at your surgery results. My, that is impressive I can barely tell where they operated. Open your mouth and let me get a look at your throat. Say Ah."

"ahhhh".

"Whoa, what a high voice you have. Now lean over and I'll give you your injections for the month." And just as he did the first time he patted my butt with a lingering hand. "Now off you go, young lady. I have you scheduled again next month." I scampered out of that door as quickly as I could in my three inch heels, back to the car. I just wanted to get out of there before he castrated me.

Sir was nicer than usual and took me home. "Tonight you're going to spend the evening at my table. I have business associates coming to town that want to meet you. So tonight I've picked out a sweet two piece outfit for you to wear. You don't have to go so heavy on the make up either. Just be yourself and everything will be good understand." I nodded and spent the next two hours getting ready. Looking natural can really be more difficult than not looking natural. When we arrived at the club I was escorted to a table set up with the best that the club had. A group of suits arrived and were lead to the table and I welcomed them. Sir arrived and we all sat down. The man to my right couldn't get over how good I looked. Sir told me it was alright to touch tonight. "Think of this as social gathering. These men may stroke your neck and legs and even kiss you but nothing more. They are here on business. Just want to relax understand. No dancing on stage."

Maury was sitting to my left and Sir was to my right. Maury had a New York accent of some kind and started talking me up almost immediately. He complimented me on my transition which I accepted with an outward glow and an inner collapse. His hand was rubbing my thigh the entire time he was talking to me and I responded by listening to his every word as if he was someone really important. I even managed to whisper that I thought he was handsome.

"Well gentlemen how do you like Mindy? Are you agreed she would make a fine model for our website."

Me, a model? What is he talking about?

"I want Mindy to be the next biggest thing on the transsexual show scene. First I want her to appear on our website and then in six months we'll sell the photos to other lesser websites. We will need to build her up with a pageant crown in a couple months. After that I'm sure she'll be taking all the titles with no help from us."

"Well Mindy, you must be excited about your new career?" said Maury. I was just dazed. He ran a finger up along neck and then pulled my head to his. Letting go he said, "No I'm not going to kiss you. I'm no pervert but many of my customers are. You'll be good for business. Deal then. I'll set up the pageant and send out a photographer next week. I have just the right guy. He loves the trannies." With that Maury and his group got up. "Now let's go find some real girls for the rest of the evening."

"I've arraigned for that," said Sir, as he got up with them and escorted them out to their awaiting limos.

Once they left, Karl came up to me and told me back to work. So I was back on stage and fell into the routine. Bambi came over and congratulated me. "Looks like your pictures will be all over the net."

"Thanks," I said in a not very enthusiastic tone.

"You know how much the other girls would like that gig. They would be set for life. You're the lucky one and don't even know it."

Lucky that's me. Recruited by a woman I loved, tricked into transitioning, forced to become a cocksucker, had my ass turned into a pussy and now a trannie model. That's right I should answer to Lucky.

Sir came back at the end of the evening and took me home. He must have really been happy because he fucked three times that night and then again in the morning. I almost wanted back in my cage.

The next couple of weeks became routine. I was getting a regular list of clientele. Every couple nights I would sleep in Sir's bed after having my requisite enema, with the remainder being in my cage. On my days off I acted as the upstairs maid. Julie would visit me once a week at work and compliment me. Karl always accompanied her and she obviously was enjoyed being with him. Wanting to see her and knowing what she had done to me was so conflicting. I just threw myself into my work.

Construction workers had been in for a couple days and the girls all were in the dark as to what was happening. I asked Sir that night after he had fucked me thinking he might let me know. "Tomorrow you will know little one. Now go to sleep."

The next day I was instructed to wear my sun dress again. I knew what that meant and did as I was told. Jake met me at the door and led me to his station. "Now let me see that tattoo and we'll get started." It didn't take long and a bandage was applied. I was instructed not to remove it till I started work.

At the club that evening I had a new costume, a really pretty South Seas thing. I reached back and removed the bandage. I knew I had not been castrated so I was curious to see what had been added. There were green leaves on the stem. I'm available for private parties. Is that what the construction workers were doing? They must have been building rooms for private parties, whatever that means. Sir greeted me as I came out the door of the dressing room. "Mindy you will be the first to work our new private party rooms. Now listen, the customer will pay for ten dances. He will take you and a complimentary bottle of Champagne behind closed doors. My only rule is that your bottom will stay on but everything else is up to you. No one will be watching. Just be cautious police officers are known to request this service. When in doubt don't do anything out of line. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir. But do you mean I can touch the client?"

"If you want or if you want them to touch you that can happen too. My only rule is your bottom stays on. Remember the law has its own rules. Now play it safe and get to work."

Bambi met me near the bar. "We know what has been being built," she said.

"I know Sir just told me. I start tonight."

"I should have known we have to get our tattoos tomorrow if we want to be able to work those rooms. I've already scheduled mine, a thick stem with thorns and green leaves." Cattily she added, "As I recall, you have a thin stem without thorns and with outlines of fallen leaves."

I just hissed at her and went to work. A couple of my regulars showed up that night. Each found out about the new rooms as they came through the customer entrance. And each time they made a beeline to me. I would go to the bar and tell them we needed a bottle of Champagne and then I would lead my customer to a private room. I made sure to christen each room that night, just to annoy Bambi and her friends. Each room had one small chair and one very comfortable chair. After a starter dance I would sit on the arm of my customer's chair. I would then undo my top and tease him with my nipples. Those I knew really well I let nurse from my breasts as long as they didn't bruise me. If they were very good I let them touch my breasts with their hands while I massaged their crotch with mine. When the ten dances were over a light would flash. I would then give my customer a kiss on the cheek and lead him back to his table. I would be giddy and they were mesmerized. By the end of the evening, I was really tipsy. The other girls were extremely jealous and anxious for tomorrow.

Sir really liked the receipts I brought in and took me to bed that night. Having brought so many men to the brink at work, I found that I was really horny. After Sir gave me my enema and bathing me, I was on fire. I sucked Sir off once and even got on top and road his member till he exploded in my ass. I also achieved orgasm twice. I was hugging is back when I fell asleep. Sir smells so good.

Sir didn't always invite me to his bed, but I did my best to satisfy him on those nights he did. All of that physical contact without relief made me eager for sex. It didn't matter that I had switched roles. I just needed human contact. After a week of working my ass off, I was looking forward to playing the part of maid for a couple days. When I awoke I expected to be given my maids uniform but Sir had a surprise waiting for me. While still in my cage wearing my teddy, Sir came in with someone I never met. "Today Mindy is your first photo shoot. Brad here is one of the best photographers in the business." Brad was already shooting pictures of me. "Brad, tell Mindy what's going to happen today."

"Mindy we have several costumes for you to wear, some sweet, some naughty. I'll take you about the estate here and talk you through the whole thing. We need for you to start your day with a bubble bath. So let's get you out of there and into the master bath." Sir let me out of the cage and I was lead to the bath. Getting into the bath I felt a bit more modesty. I had fun blowing the bubbles and moving them around. Brad told me to rise slowly out of the bath and let the bubbles slowly slide off my body. The he handed me a towel and told me to slowly dry myself. Next he had me go over to the mirror and apply my makeup. My first costume was laid out and I quickly put it on. Brad was so smooth. He kept asking questions and making comments that made me feel comfortable. All the while he directed me to look one way then the other, to stand, kneel flip my hair, smile, pout, laugh and act seductively. I felt like the center of attention. By the end of each shoot I always ended up with nothing on. The day was long but by the end I was ready to go back to my cage. I dressed in a new teddy and Brad followed as I submissively and naturally crawled back into my cage and settled in to sleep. The next day Brad was back. Sir had let me sleep late and I was surprised to see the overnights of the photo shoot. Sir got me out of the cage to see what I thought of the pictures. I looked at myself in a different light that day. He made me look beautiful but had managed to strip me of all dignity. I was reduced to being a sexual object. There were close ups of my face but there were also close ups of my tits and atrophied testicles. I appeared to be happy with what had been done to me. Soon I would be spread across the internet. Sir looked over the photos and commented. "You captured her perfectly. I want a couple of these blown up for the front entry of the club. The fully clothed shoots can be used in our advertising and outside the club. Some semi nude shoots will be used inside the bar and I'll use some of the nudes in the club calendar." I stood by still wearing my teddy until this was over. Brad left with his marching orders and Sir turned to me. "Well we have made a good start. I want you to get cleaned up including a enema. And from now on I expect you to give yourself an enema before you come to work. Then put on your sundress and we have a stop to make."

Again Jake met me at the door and led me in for my next tattoo. Sir directed him as to what he wanted.

When I got to the club that evening I was given a new costume. This one was really slutty with tears and stains. I was told to over do my makeup. When I was done I knew what to expect. I looked over my shoulder at the mirror expecting to see a red bow on the stem indicating that I was now available as an escort and that is what I saw. Then I saw that there was also a red ribbon. A red ribbon accepts gratuities for favors. Sir expects me to sell myself. That's why he expects me to give myself enema before I come to the club instead of before he takes me to bed. He must have seen something else in those pictures. Was I too eager that first night after opening the private party rooms? That's it. I was aggressive and actually was the initiator. He thinks I'm capable of handling customers. This is not a punishment. It's a vote of confidence in my abilities. This is so crazy. Should I be proud of his faith in me or should I be angry with him for expecting me to do something so morally corrupt? Strange a couple weeks ago I would have said the same thing about sleeping with him. Now it's his bed I want to be in.

As I headed out and passed one of the girls. She saw me and knew even before seeing my tat that I was to be whore tonight. Sir then caught me entering the bar. "I assume you know your new position." I nodded yes. "Good then in here you may say what your hourly and nightly charges will be. Only when you get to your destination can you negotiate other fees. At my table you will find a purse with everything you'll need when you leave. Remember to take it and bring it back with your tips. Do you understand?" Again I meekly nodded yes. "Good girl now come over to my table." "Mindy I'd like you to meet a business associate of mine. Matt, I have trained Mindy. She is new to the business, but I have confidence that she will not disappoint you."

Matt pulled up a chair for me and told me what he planned. First we were going to have a private dance and after that he was going to take me back to his hotel room. I told him I expected $200 for an hour or $500 dollars for the night. I promised to give him nothing but we could discuss it when we got to his hotel. Matt looked over to Sir and said, "Well done Bruce she knows exactly what to do." He then took me over to the private rooms for the first part of the evening. It took me a while to get into it since I had never met Matt before. By the end of the private session, I was allowing him to feel me up as I was stroking his member and imagining having it in my mouth. I had only been with Sir. Could I possibly be so free with another man? We left after another drink and I was taken to his hotel room. Matt put on some nice music and I started. If I'm going to do this right I may as well try my best. "Matt first thing first I need $500 for the night."

"Right to the point, I like that." He reached for his wallet and took out the money.

Wait I said, that's only for my time anything else is going to cost you more. A blow job will cost you a hundred and you can fuck me for two hundred."

He countered, "I pay five hundred with no limits other than the time."

That would be a thousand for the night. "Okay you have a deal but I want my money up front."

"That's a good bitch get the money up front." He pulled out his wallet and gave me the money. I put it in my purse leaving it on the dresser and proceeded to do a slow strip tease. I got on my hands and knees and moved up to his crotch flipping my hair and licked his zipper. Opening his trousers I found his cock ready to go. It was large but not as large as Sir's. I kissed it and reached for the condom. After getting it on him I started the blow job. He was moaning when I pushed him back down on the bed and started undressing him. By the time I had him undressed, I had to give him another blow job. At his point, he lifted me up and put me face down on the bed. He was not gentle. He just plowed into my ass. He fucked me for an hour. I had more condoms and he used them all. By morning I was so sore I could hardly walk and I hadn't had a single orgasm. I had been used and abused. Sir had been so gentle but this man was a brute. Is this what I had to expect from now on?

It was six in the morning when I was finally able to clean up in the hotel room bathroom. Matt called me a cab and I was delivered back to Sir's estate. With the way I was dressed at seven o'clock in the morning the cabby must have known that I was a whore. With a wry smile he opened the door of the cab and I slid in. Matt told him where my destination was and prepaid for the trip. I said nothing all the way back and slid out of the cab without saying a word. The chauffer, Mike, was at the door as I came in. He held out his hand and I gave him the purse with my money. Looking in it he said, "That was a good start. You are going to go far. Now your cage has been moved to a new room. I'll take you there and you can get some sleep." I was shown to the forbidden basement, but I was just too tired to care. When the door of my new room was opened I gasped. Inside was prison cell with bars and stone. I was too tired to focus in on all the gear that was arraigned around the room. I saw my cage attached to a pulley system. I crawled in dressed as I was and lay down. Suddenly I felt it rise into the air. Mike looked me in the eyes and said, "Now sleep it's going to be a long week. Customers are lining up."

When I awoke I had no idea what time it was. There was no light. Since no one had come for me I took the opportunity to sleep some more. When someone did finally enter, I had a chance to see my new surroundings. It was Mike again. He smiled when he saw me. Lowering my cage and opening it he let me out to clean up. The cell had a toilet and basin on one wall and shower in the corner. There was an enema bag hanging near the shower and there was a shelf with various hygiene products. With no curtains around the shower there was no escape from his lecherous gaze. I first used the toilet and the enema kit. After cleaning out my bowels I showered all the time trying to pretend he wasn't there. I brushed my teeth. I was even allowed a blow drier, which I used to dry my hair while styling it back the best that I could. Mike handed me my costume for the evening and I changed. This costume was a mock harem outfit which came with a jeweled ornament for my pierced navel. After I was dressed Mike told me that we had to wait for Sir's call. I now had enough time to examine the toys located in my cell. On the wall were a selection of riding crops, paddles and flogging whips. I cringed knowing that I was undoubtedly going to feel each of these toys at some point. From the ceiling were pulleys and ropes to suspend just about anything. There was a bench with restraints and an x shaped frame with more restraints. I turned to Mike who had been studying me studying my new surroundings. "You surprise me," he said. "I expected you to freak out when you saw what was in store for you."

"It wouldn't help would it?" I responded.

"No, but it still surprises me."

Mike's cell phone then rang and Mike answered. After a long pause I heard him say, "Yes sir, I'll bring her right over." Hanging up he ordered me to follow him out to the limo. It was already night. I must have slept the day away. Once to the club, I went to the dressing room and did my makeup. Bambi was there. "How is our little whore doing tonight? Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Bambi why are you so mad at me? I haven't done anything to you and my being here is not my idea?"

"You're weak and you let them do this to you. That's why. It makes it that more difficult for the rest of us when someone like you lets management have everything they want and pay out nothing. The rest of us have a harder time making a living."

Seeing her point all I could do was apologize. It only made her angry. "That's what I'm talking about. Get some balls about you. You give in too easy." With that she left the room.

I went to Sir's table and found a couple men sitting with Sir. I put on a smile and sat down where Sir indicated. "Mindy, Jim here is the club lawyer and he has arraigned some documents for you to sign."

"What documents Sir?"

"We need to set into motion your name change and gender change documentation. On this document please sign your old name here and your new name, Mindwell Renee Masters, here then date it here. Craig sitting to your right is a Notary Public and will verify your signing. This will be filed at the courthouse. After that we need to have a new birth certificate issued. Then you need to change your social security records. That should be all we need today."

"What if I don't want to sign?" I asked.

"I think you saw this evening that ways we have to make you cooperate."

My mind flashed back to my cell. My head dropped and I said, "Where do I sign?"

"Good girl. Sign here, here, here and here and date here, here and here." Now Craig signed, dated and stamped each of the pages and Les no longer existed. I was now officially Mindwell R Masters.

"Now Mindy, please entertain these gentlemen. Here is your purse should find yourself acting as an escort tonight." I nodded and went to work. Jim ended up taking me to his place and again I spent the night having my ass fucked by a very dominant man. Arriving back in the middle of the night this time I still had a thousand dollars in my purse. Sir was very pleased.

I was taken to the club doctor for my monthly shots. He was very impressing with my development. You're down to 130 lbs. Your chest bust is nearly a 34C. I'm sure you'll be there in a month or two." Your waist is 26 inches and your hips are 36 inches. Now let's take a couple samples of blood."

"Why two?" I asked.

"You are now sexually active with multiple partners so we need to check for STDs. We must keep our trannies clean you understand."

I thought that's right why don't you just say it. I'm a whore.

He smiled at me and said, "As soon as I get the results back I'll be seeing you professionally. It's a fringe benefit of this job."

His hand pat after my shots took on a real ominous feel this time. It was more of a slap than a pat. I can see it coming already. This one is going to put me over his knee.

On the drive to the club that evening I finally had a chance to ask Sir why I was no longer in his bed. He responded, "You see Mindy, I'm a business man and you were an asset to develop. You are now producing a profit for me and I will not jeopardize that by upsetting paying clientele. Your ass is more valuable to me in their beds than in mine. Besides I soon will have another trannie to break in. Another of my sources has a developed an effeminate man who should be ready in a month. And Julie has been working on a new prospect for the last two months who will be delivered in about a year."

As we pulled up to the club Sir said, "By the way, you have the next two days off. The first day you will be allowed to rest because the second day you will be busy with a new photo shot. Also I forgot to tell you yesterday, your pictures from the first photo shot are now on the net. We're receiving near record hits. This next set of photos should break that mark. Now off you go to the dressing room. You'll find me at my table with some important business associates from LA."

I had a lot to think about. Why am I upset that this man who has stripped me of my manhood doesn't want to fuck me anymore? Why do I love a woman who transformed me into a woman and turned me over to become a whore? When I left the dressing room, I found Sir with is LA associates. They were very happy to meet me and pulled up a chair for me. They wanted to see me pole dance so I was put back on rotation and did my time with the other girls. They were quite impressed. Then each of them had me as a private dancer. As I came back to the table I heard them comparing their notes on my performance. Sir gave me my purse and each paid me for one hour of time as an escort. I negotiated a similar charge for the extras and was brought back to the club after each session. I had made almost twice as much as I had on any other night. It was near closing time at the club when everyone reassembled at the table. Sir was talking intently with all three of them. The first of Sir's associated spoke up. "She is just what we are looking for, a fresh face and a capable performer. We all saw your website and we agree she is quite photogenic. We would like to sign her to a four film deal."

What in the world were they talking about?

Sir looked at me. "Mindy, these associates of mine are producers in the adult entertainment business. Tonight you just visited the producer's couch three times with flying colors. They want to sign you to a four film contract. You are going to be their next transsexual porno star."

The men disappeared for a while and when they came back they were all shaking hands. Sir came up to me. "Mindy, we have settled on terms and the papers will be drawn up this week. We'll have you sign them next week. You're on your way girl. Now get ready to go back to your cell. I promised you a day off tomorrow and I've decided to reward you by letting you have a light to read by tomorrow should you care to read."

Wow. I'm going to be fucked so the whole world can see it. I should be so happy. When I got back to my cell I had a couple minutes till lights out so I surveyed the room again. I found some magazine and paperbacks. They all made bondage and discipline or sadomasochistic themes. What did I really expect? I crawled into my cage and heard the door lock as the cage was hoisted off the cold floor. The light went out and I drifted off.

The next day Brad came back for my second photo shoot. This time I wasn't as pliable as the last time. He would more likely get a scowl from me than a smile. He sensed that as soon as he saw me. Little did I realize, I was playing into his hands. He didn't want me to look happy today. I was to get the whole effect of the cell. Mike acted as his assistant and was dressed in leather. All of those lecherous looks he had given me were really playing on my mind now. I really wanted Sir to be here to protect me. Mike had that same look in his eye as my last trick. The restraint cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles with the locks installed in the buckles. The restraint collar was again locked around my neck. Added to this was a wide belt with d rings around my waist and stilettos were put on my feet. The rest of my body was completely exposed. The first photos were of me hogtied o the floor. Mike did the honors in attaching all of the restraints. I was never told what to do. The restraints pulled on my body and created the poses. I felt like a human pretzel, a very angry pretzel. Next, Mike used straps and clips to attach me to the X frame. A ball gag and harness was put on my head and in my mouth. I could feel the blood draining from my arms as Mike put nipple clamps on my tits and fastened weights to them. I screamed through the gag. As soon as the photos were taken I was released again. Next Mike used rope wrapped around my body and limbs. I was standing but having a hard time maintaining my balance. A blind fold was added so I couldn't see what was happening. Then I felt a smack on my back side that made me jump. Mike had used a riding crop on me. That was followed by a smack from each of the arsenal of whips, paddles, and riding crops that had lined the walls. Not knowing which direction the next blow was coming from had me completely off balance. The pain was turning exquisite with each stroke. This finally stopped and I was sure they were through. The ropes were removed from my body but were quickly attached to the various rings on my restraints. They were then run through the pulley system in the ceiling. I found myself suspended on tip toe with my legs spread apart. My head down and my arms raised high behind my back. The ball gag was finally removed but before I could even let out a moan, Mike's cock entered my mouth and I was face fucked. He then retracted and spun me around in the air ending with my ass being penetrated by his cock and thoroughly fucked my ass. "Got it," called Brad and Mike finally stepped back. The two of them undid my restraints and I slid to the floor. With my arms and legs finally free I threw off the mask and scurried to my cage. Pulling the door closed after me, I cowered in the far side of the cage as far from my tormentors as I could get. "You did fine Mindy," said Brad. "The photo shoot is over and we'll leave you alone for awhile to absorb what just happened."

I had known that this was going to happen but I kept thinking they would relent. I was shaking from the fright. I wasn't badly hurt. Other than a couple welts from the crops and whips I didn't have any permanent marks. If I had trusted them I probably wouldn't have felt the panic. But I don't trust them. With trust I would have felt the freedom to submit and would have even enjoyed the exquisite pain that the crop had produced. Is that what they wanted me to learn?

The next week I was still in demand but most of my customers who could afford me had already had me once. There were more lap dances and private dances while I acted as an escort on only a couple nights. As I trolled the crowd looking for new customer's I realized that I wasn't even thinking of how I was now walking. I had grown so used to walking with a sway to my hips and a disconnected smoothness in the carriage of my upper body that I doubt that I could walk with a man's gait anymore. My arms seem to naturally bend outward at my hips and my hands just hang from my wrists. Was it me or was it my new physique? I'm just not sure, but it is more comfortable to walk this way. Trying to walk like I used to is just too hard are not very natural.

One night Sir and Karl waved me over to their table. Their lawyer and notary public were there. "Mindy here is the contract for the four film deal that has been put together. We have also drawn up papers that will sign your royalties over to the club in exchange for which we will pay your medical bills."

"Medical bills, since when did I have medical bills?"

"You have been accumulating medical bills from the first time the club doctor examined you. As of now those fees and your facial feminization surgery bills total almost $20,000. Do you have the money to pay those and future bills?" I hung my head beaten. "Now sign the contract here and sign over your royalties here and you will not have to worry about any nasty bills."

How was I going to pay off these bills? I was broke with no job. I picked up the pen and signed myself into the porn movie business.

Maury kept his promise to arraign a beauty pageant at one of the hotels that his organization controlled in Atlantic City. He called it the Atlantic Queen Pageant. In the weeks leading up to the pageant, I started using the tanning salon that was located next door to the club. Actually the club owned it and all of the girls used the facility free of charge. I had hardly seen the light of day and was getting very pale. Sir and Karl spared no expense in my costume, makeup and hair style. Simon did my dresses and swim suit. I swear he wanted to wear his creations more than I did. Michael did my makeup and I have to admit I never looked better. Anything wrong was muted and my best features were enhanced and made to stand out. Lastly Jason did my hair in several different fashions to go along with my evening gown, my party girl dress and my swim suit. There was no way any of the other trannies could compete. I think I could have won without these men but I really felt like a princess with the all of the attention. If those guys had liked trannies I would have thanked them behind closed doors. But since not I gave them all air kisses and told them how much I adored their work. The evening went as scripted. First there was the walk on in showgirl type costumes that defined our home states. My costume high lighted my state flower. The evening gown competition was the first part of the contest. My costume accentuated my figure and weighed a ton. No one had a gown to compare. Second was the party dress competition. I loved this one. I shown with perkiness and danced up the stage. I even was able to use my bimbo voice to it greatest effect in hoping for world peace. The last contest was the swim suit contest. It was obvious that I was all real. There were other girls with bigger boobs but mine were real. That was something I was very proud of and I thrust my chest out in pride as I walked that runway in my 4 inch heels. The contest results were no surprise but I cried in spite of knowing it was a set up. I was just so convinced that I could have won it fairly that I wished they had let me. However, when they called out my name as the winner, I still cried. I was given a sash saying Miss Atlantic Queen and a bouquet of flowers and did my victory walk on the runway. I was just so happy and proud. It was then that I found out that my prize was an all expense paid trip for two to the international transsexual beauty pageant to be held in Bangkok in a couple months. Sir and Karl gave each other a manly hug and rushed me off in their limousine to celebrate. It was decided that Karl would take me to Bangkok to protect their investment. Sir took me to bed that night for the first time in ages and I showed him everything that I had learned. It was glorious.

The next week, I was taken back to my doctor to get my monthly shots. He took my measurements and told me the results, "You're down to 125 lbs with measurements 34/25/35. You've almost filled that 34C bra. A few more pounds and you'll be there."

"What do you mean I just won the pageant?"

"Yes but that was a small pageant. You're headed to the big time now with a four film deal and a trip to Bangkok. You'll be working in the big leagues and we need you to look your best."

"I know," I said with a little sadness. "How much more weight, do you think, I need to lose?"

"Oh, I'd say at least ten pounds."

"I'm eating like a bird now how do I lose that much more."

"I'll write a diet for you and give it to Bruce. No more calling in food while you're working, okay."

"Okay Doctor," I pouted.

"Why don't you call me Frank? Remember you're my escort for tonight. See you later," he said with a gentle pat of my rump which I had purposely exposed for the expectant gesture.

"Thank you Frank," I cooed as I scampered off. Oh my I have had dreams of him spanking me. I hope it is as good as in my dreams. I think I can trust Frank.

( to be continued )

  

  

  

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