From Whore's Client to Whore's Whore

by Scott Andrews

Part 1

The arrangement was simple, on every occasion when a certain "john", named Dax, visited my Mistress; I was called to come over. I had to drop whatever I was doing and be at the brothel within twenty minutes, dressed and made up. Dax paid more than most, $1000 per session, for the supreme privilege of not using a condom when they fucked. Dax had plenty of money, had been tested for disease, and was a reliable weekly customer; Dax was a good source of income. To Dax my beloved Mistress was just a prostitute and a great lay.

After I arrive, I am required to pay double whatever Dax paid just to be allowed to eat out Mistress' pussy after they finish, While I am licking away, I must be dressed in sexy women's clothing and my "clit" must be locked up in a chastity device. I am then sent away without even the opportunity to wash my face. I then returnhome, take off the chastity, and jack-off four or five times that night. This was my life until up until about six months ago.

It didn't start out that way. I first visited Mistress as a regular customer looking for a "sure thing." Our first encounter was exciting, but not unusual. Mistress has a beautiful face, reminiscent of Uma Thurman circa Pulp Fiction, long Black hair and a killer body with nice firm 35 C cups. She smelled divinely. She wore a lot of sexy make-up. She dressed in the attire of the sexy hooker, thigh boots with fishnets peeking out the top, ultra short mini skirt and no panties, a halter top with no bra (she sure didn't need one!), and a load of jewelry from her belly button ring, to her jangly bracelets, to her dangling earrings, to her choker necklace. I was in love!

I saw her for the second time and I shyly asked her if customers are ever allowed to give oral to the girls. The strangest smile came across her face, I know now that that simple request told her everything she needed to know about me and a plan was instantaneously formed in her head. "Sure" she said, "but such intimate contact triples the regular price. It is only for special clients." I had to try it just once and once I did I was hooked.

Things progressed steadily from there, first I was allowed to eat her ass as well as her sweet pussy, then my own come from her pussy, then we started not fucking at all, just me jacking off while she watched Next came panties for me to wear, followed by full female attire with wig, followed by make-up, followed by a chastity device while I was at the brothel. Mistress made me suck a dildo, then she fucked me with it. By this time it was all to clear that I was a submissive and that I was her slave and that I couldn't even think of being without her in my life.

The arrangement was made when Dax made his special request about not using a condom and mistress saw it as an opportunity to drop my status even lower and make me pay handsomely for the privilege. It went on that way for three months (and about $28,000) until that night six months ago.

"But Mistress, I swear, I'm tapped out, I can't come over tonight."

"You find a way you little bitch or I am cutting you loose!" She was serious, her voice was like ice.

"Please no!" I wailed. "I will do anything! Please give me a way to continue worshiping you."

She paused for a second, told me to find the money for tonight and we could discuss something after our regular business was concluded.

I sold my six thousand dollar motorcycle to a friend for twenty-five hundred and raced over. After I had cleaned out her pussy and licked clit and ass for a good while, she asked me to kneel in front of her while she laid out a plan for my future. "I would advise you in the strongest possible terms that you should leave here and never come back. You should not consider what I am about to describe to you, you should say 'no way' and not look back."

Here are my terms and they are not negotiable in any way.

1. You cannot see me for one month. I want to give you a chance to break free from my spell.

2. In one month you can live here at the brothel for as long as you are useful to me, realize I can kick you out at any time for any reason.

3. You have the one-month to run up all you credit cards to the max with cash advances. Sell all your assets for cash. Give away everything else that can't be sold. You will accept this contract by showing up here in one month wearing high heels, a mini skirt and a halter top. In your hand will be a duffel bag with your driver's license, and all the money you were able to scrape together. Leave no forwarding address, tell friends and relatives anything you want so they won't worry, and leave nothing of yours anywhere. Your new name will be debby.

4. Once you enter you will hand over the bag and you will no longer be a paying client, you will be a slave. You will have lost the right to say "no" to any request, however degrading, disgusting, or distasteful, of anyone who lives at this brothel.

5. Most of the time a chastity will be required as we cannot trust you in this enticing environment without one.

6. You will often be dressed as a maid to clean sheets and make beds, iron and do laundry, preparing food and drinks, doing pedicures and manicures, assisting in bathing, shaving, and dressing the girls, and anything else to make our life easier and to increase the profits for the girls by cutting overhead.

7. You will be required to work part-time in the basement providing phone sex for dominant gay men, calls will be monitored to insure good service.

8. Other sexual services will be requested as needed by the girls of the house including massage, foot rub, analingus and cunilingus.

9. You will always dress as, and be made up as, a woman, male customers should never know what you are. It may be that breast implants and hormones may be given to you to further these goals.

10. Finally, other services will be required to help you defray the cost of your room and board.

 

Mistress concluded, "You need not answer now. If you show up in a month as described, I will know your answer."

It sounded pretty awful. It sounded pretty scary. I knew her advice to run away was good advice. For the first week I was finished with the game, I had made up my mind that this was crazy! As time went on however, the "spell" didn't break, it got stronger and stronger. In the end, I did everything as required and nervously walked down behind a dumpster near the brothel. I set down the duffel bag and changed into the skirt, the halter, and the high heels and took my last set of regular clothes and tossed them in the dumpster. I walked up to the door and knocked.

    

Part 2

Mistress answered the door "Well, well, well, look who showed up dressed as up as a sexy bitch! And you let your hair grow. How much is in the bag?"

"Almost $50,000 Mistress." I replied. "Hand it over slut." She barked. As I handed it over I had some serious second thoughts, I was now totally under her control and at her mercy. She could have me out on the streets in five minutes and I would make a funny looking homeless person. I had no recourse whatsoever.

"Alright you little faggot bitch slut, you are now the slave of a whore and I can't think of anything lower. Is this your dream come true?" Before when she had talked to me like this she was acting, now she was very serious. I said, "This is my dream come true, I hope I will justify your giving me this chance." She put on my chastity and snapped the lock shut.

Mistress spoke, "First off we have some serious errands to run today. I am dropping you off for a permanent total body hair removal, except for the "landing strip" you will sport above your clitty. The same place will give you a female hairstyle, paint you toenails and fingernails, and show you how to apply your make-up. You will also receive pierced ears, bellybutton, clit, nipples and tongue. In the meantime I will be buying you your new wardrobe from Fredrick's of Hollywood and the proper tawdry jewelry for a cheap whore." My clit was getting hard even though my mind was reeling.

"After we get you all prettied up, we are going to visit a doctor who will prescribe hormones for you to take. We will also be making an appointment for fanny and breast augmentation surgery with this doctor. He is going to ask you some routine questions about why you want to do this. Let me do most of the talking and whatever I say you are to agree. Understand?" She paused waiting for an answer. After a moment she said "I expect an immediate answer to all questions. If you aren't sure about all I have planned for you today, which is going to cost me a good portion of the money you brought me, I can spend it all on myself and you can swish right out of here with your mini-skirt, heels, halter and cocklock and good luck to you."

This is what I feared most! "No Mistress I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I will do everything you ask, exactly as you say. In my mind, I was reassured, if I was to be booted out after Mistress got my cash, she certainly wouldn't waste money on altering my appearance.

It was a very strenuous and exhausting day, but when we left for the doctors office, I looked and felt pretty sexy. "Yes doctor that is true, I am a woman trapped in a man's body, I have felt this way since I was five years old." I repeated what Mistress had said, "I am attracted to men sexually." None of it was true but the Doctor seemed satisfied and the appointments were made.

A month later I had settled into a sort of routine. I awoke from a cot located in a closet off the laundry room amid the strong aroma of the perfume and pussy smells from the laundry of 15 girls combined with dozens of cum stained sheets. I would put in a fresh load into the washer and take a pair of soiled hooker panties back to my closet and sniff them while I played with my tits and shoved a dildo up my ass. I had only been allowed to cum three times since I had been here and I was constantly horny, but I was learning to be satisfied by fucking my ass while twisting my nipple rings and sniffing the cum soaked panties of one of the girls. I became an expert in each smell and a game was made of it after work to see if I could identify each working girl while eating their pussy blindfolded.

I would make all the beds with fresh sheets, cook up anything requested, and restock each girl's closet with their skimpy outfits. When customers started showing up I collected money and showed them to the rooms. No one suspected! Some even inquired if I was available! If they only knew. About 11:00 p.m. I headed to the basement to field phone calls. I had to beg these dominant men to shove their cock down my throat or to stuff it in my ass. It was the greatest of my many daily humiliations.

Mistress appeared pleased with my obedience and she couldn't stop commenting on how good I turned out physically, this made me happy. I still cleaned her pussy after Dax visited and it was more satisfying now than ever before. I was earning the privilege as opposed to paying for it. Then one day Mistress called me up to her room.

"Hey you little faggot bitch come over here and put you tongue into my ass and listen." She often gave me instructions in this way. It reinforced our relative positions in this relationship. "I think you are ready to take the next step. I have a client waiting downstairs who likes to be blindfolded white he receives a blow-job. I don't really feel like doing it tonight so you are going to tag team with me. I will tie him to the bed and you will come out of the closet, literally and figuratively." She laughed, "And you will crawl up between his legs and suck him to completion."

My stomach tightened, I felt lightheaded, but I kept my tongue in its proper place.

I was shaking hard as I stood in the bedroom closet. Could I do this? I had blown Mistress' dildo, I had certainly offered to do it 4 or 5 times a night on the phone. But this was real! He was out there now and it was almost time for me to come out.

Mistress quietly opened the door and motioned me toward the bed. I heard the man groan with anticipation as he felt my weight on the bed. I had almost steeled myself to go through it when Mistress leaned in behind me and said, "I'll lick out your ass for an extra $50." He replied, "You have never offered to do that before." Mistress replied, "I'm feeling extra naughty tonight!" My stomach did another flip when the man said, "that sounds real hot baby!"

I turned around and looked at Mistress and she was smiling, almost stifling a giggle, but her finger pointed unmistakably at the man's ass. I turned and slithered between the man's legs, pulled his cheeks apart with my manicured one-inch fingernails and dug my tongue into his hole. In spite of all my previous activities at the brothel, this almost made me gag. I lay there seriously thinking about what life on the street would be like for a freak like me. I didn't like that other option so I continued thrusting my tongue in and out. It started to taste better at least as I had cleaned it.

He was now ready for step two. I removed my tongue and I shoved my finger into his asshole. He seemed to like this. I lapped his balls one than the other and then ran my tongue up the shaft. He groaned with pleasure. This was the moment of truth, if I continued on now, for the rest of my life I would be a cocksucker, a cumsucking faggot, I would never not be one from this moment on. I opened my lips and pushed down hard. He went all the way to the back of my throat. I remembered back when I was getting a blow-job, it seems so improbable now, that I liked to have the lips fastened tightly around the shaft. This I did, keeping the cock head in my throat I clamped my lips tightly at the base and rapidly moved up and down. All the while I was thrusting my finger in and out of his ass with one hand and lightly scratching his balls with the other.

His balls began to tense and soon a big load was shooting up the shaft and into my waiting mouth. I drank it all down.

At that exact moment, Mistress ripped the blindfold off the man. He looked down at me but didn't seem surprised to see me there between his legs. Then I recognized him! He was Danny, a gay guy I had tormented when we were in high school, what was he doing here?!

"I see you recognize Danny from High School, debby" Mistress gloated. "Danny owns you now, I sold you to him for $20,000. I don't know what sort of life he has planned for you, but I'm sure you will live to regret anything you did to wrong him in high school. I have been advertising you for sale in local publications for about a month now. Danny saw the ad and just had to have you. Most of your friends and relatives have seen the ad by now as well. Once they were satisfied that you did all this to yourself, they wanted nothing more to do with you. If any of them have any doubts, they are all getting a complimentary copy of film starring you and your life here. I just finished the filming the climactic scene and it will be available in stores in a month. It shows you at the salon, at the doctor's office describing you "condition" and your little adventures you partake in every morning. debby, your choice is go with Danny and live in his lovely home as his faggot bitch, cocksucking cum receptacle slave for him and his friends, or walk the streets as a transvestite hooker, with all proceeds still going to me of course. Either way, you're out of this house. I have another future house slave who is due to arrive here tomorrow with his duffel bag."

 

Part 3

I will listen to reader feedback for part 3. Should debby;

Submit and go with Danny to his home for new adventures there

Whore himself on the streets so he can continue some contact with Mistress

Try to rebel and strike out on his/her own

  

  

  

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