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From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist)
Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "Amber"
Date: Fri,  7 Oct 1994 18:33:17 UTC

	                        Amber
	                         by
	                        Sissy
	               Property of Mistress Sam

	It started with unemployment, mine.  My benefits were running
out and I spent most of the day seeking work. Sunday morning I was
scanning the 'HELP WANTED' ads, when under domestic an ad caught my
eye.

	 "Houseboy wanted. Must be clean, honest and hard
	 working. Room, board and uniforms provided. Call
	 XXX-XXXX for an interview."

	Being a submissive personality, it was a dream come true. I
called the number at once.

	A sleepy voice answered, "Yes." "I'm sorry I am calling in
regards to your ad. I'll call back later." "NO, we can talk now.
Tell me about yourself."

	"I am a 25 year old white male with a BS in business. I'm 5
foot seven, 145 pounds, blue eyes and brown hair. Computer literate."

	"Why are you interested in this job. This position is very
beneath you."

	"I was laid off six months ago due to the economy and my
unemployment benefits are about used up. Your ad interests me and not
only just the pay and benefits."

	"Interesting. I will interview you this afternoon at 3 PM at
my home." And he then gave me the address.

	Five to three saw me knocking on the door. A girl about my
age, dressed in a maid's uniform answered the door.

	"Yes."

	"I'm here for an interview."

	"You're expected. Follow me please."

	She led me down the hall to the den. Knocking on the open
door, she announced me "Master Charles, the houseboy interviewee."

	"Enter," was the response. I entered the den. It was darkly
lit and made darker by the dark wood paneling on the walls. As my
eyes adjusted to the room, I saw my potential employer. He was 6'3"
about 190 pounds, well built. Not a bodybuilder build but very
attractive. Medium length black hair framed his clean shaven face.

	He wordlessly measured me up visually. Then we talked for
over an hour with me standing across the desk from him. We talked
about many things, school, interests, hobbies, even girls and sex. He
then made a comment about dipping the pen in the company ink not being
allowed.

	"Do you want the position?"

	"Yes Sir."

	"You'll do, GIRL." When the maid entered she was instructed to
show me my room and around the house. "You will find that I will call
you boy, it is not an insult, just a fact of life. And you will call
me Master Charles. Now off you go. When you're done come back here."

	Girl, I quickly found out her name was Jan, took me to my room
which was on the third floor. The kitchen and public areas were on
the ground floor. They were very conservatively, tastefully and
expensively done. Up the ornate stairway to the second floor we went.
There were five bedroom suites on this floor, the largest of which was
Master Charles'. Each suite had its own private bath with a large
sunken tub, marble vanities and bidets. Each sitting room was light
and airy with overstuffed chairs and sofas. And a large screen tv.

	The stairway to the third floor was at the rear of the house.
This was the stairway the help had to use normally. On the first
floor it was just off the kitchen. It was carpeted with
indoor/outdoor carpet (Not for us, but to keep the noise down) and
while not narrow was nowhere near as wide as the formal stairway.

	Entering the hallway, I saw a carpeted (for noise, not us)
floor, white dead-end walls and two doors on each side. My room was
on the left side. My room was more of an efficiency apartment than a
room. It had a private bath with a shower stall rather than a tub. A
rather clean and efficient design. The room itself held a twin bed
with painted steel head- and foot-boards, a night stand with lamp and
phone and a desk and chair. Between the bathroom and closet were
built-in drawers. No tv or radio. Next to the door was an intercom
panel with room lights.

	Jan then explained the rules:

	1. Except for our day off we were to be available 24
	   hours a day.
	2. No food or drink in rooms.
	3. No radios or tv's.
	4. Keep rooms clean.
	5. Be discreet and quiet.
 	6. Be respectful.

That finished, she led me back to Master Charles in the den.

	His only question was "Well?" with arched eyebrows.

	"Yes Sir, I do want this job."

	"When can you start?"

	"I can start right now, however since this is a live-in
situation I would like a week to close up my apartment and sell
everything."

	"Do you have a car?"

	"Yes Sir."

	"You will not need it here. So you better sell it."

	"Yes Sir."

	A week later, I had sold most everything and had moved into
the room at Master Charles' home and settled in. My duties were
varied. I was responsible for washing and waxing Master Charles' autos.
His Mercedes sedan and his Porsche. He seemed to want me to massage
his neck, back and feet every evening. Since Jan was the cook as well
as the maid, I served Master Charles his meals, got his papers, mixed
his drinks, fetched and put his clothes away.

	Things were going along well for a couple months. One
Wednesday night (Wednesday being my day off) I was sitting on my bed
reading my new TV magazine (I was a closet tv at the time) when Master
Charles entered my room and grabbed my magazine. With a slap he put
me to the floor. "You little perverted faggot. No wonder you wanted
this job. Girl told me about seeing your magazines. So, you little
pervert, you want to be a girl." I just rolled up into a ball, cried
and begged for forgiveness.

	"You look enough like a girl, you act and sound like a girl.
As far as I am concerned you're a girl." With that he grabbed me by
the hair, ripped off my shorts and threw me across the back of the
desk chair. "GIRL." As Jan entered, Master Charles tied me to the
chair. With his belt he beat my ass until I was screaming.

	"Girl, wax off this slut's body hair and thin out her eye
brows. Also trim her hair into a more fem hairdo. When you're done
call me. If it gives you any problems you can punish her or call me."
With that Master Charles left. Jan untied me, pulled me onto my bed
and then retied me to the bed. Now I knew what those head and foot
boards were used for. She then started to pour hot wax over my body.
Before she started to pull it off, Jan reached up under her skirt and
pulled off her panties. "I don't want you to disturb Master Charles,"
she said, as she stuffed her wet panties into my mouth

	Ninety painful minutes later, she had finished. My eyebrows
weren't much better. Releasing me, Jan then tied me in the chair,
where she styled my hair, saying it wasn't really long enough to style
properly, but that would come later. Before calling Master Charles, Jan
painted my finger and toe nails bright whore red. Master Charles
returned a few minutes after Jan called and spent several minutes
looking me over.

	"Excellent, she'll do. Boy if you want to stay in my employ
you will sign this agreement. A slave agreement."

	It was a dream come almost true. I signed.

	"Girl will train you in the girly arts, your new duties, etc.
You will learn quickly." Pulling a leather device from his pocket,
Master Charles stuffed my cock and balls into a pouch and locked it.

	"This belongs to me now. It is for my pleasure NOT yours.
Since boy no longer fits your new status you will now be called Slut.
This is no longer your room. You are now assigned to the room
connected to Girl's. Until otherwise told, you will obey both me and
Girl. Tomorrow, Girl, you will measure Slut for her new clothes.
I'll tell you what to get tomorrow. Take this slut to her room and
tie her to her bed. During her training you may use slut for your
sexual pleasure. You may not reciprocate. Good night girls."

	With that he left. Jan led me across the hall to my new room.

	Except for a canopy bed, pastel paint colors and a bath tub,
the room was no different from my old room. Jan tied me on my back
spread eagle to the bed. Then kneeling over my face, she fingered
herself until her breath got short, then she dropped her crotch to my
mouth. "You know what to do." Once satisfied, she got off the bed
and with a "Sleep tight," entered her room and went to bed.

	Something wet suddenly started to smother me. It was Jan
giving me my wake-up call. I put my tongue to work until she again
was satisfied. She led me to the bathroom where I took a scented
bubble bath and cleaned up. I rubbed lotion over my body and put on
the white hi-cut panties Jan handed me. Back in my room, Jan tied my
limbs to the canopy posts. She measured me. Boy did she measure me.
She measured everything. Then she left me there and went back into
her room. A couple hours latter, she came back into my room, with her
arms full of shopping bags.

	Coming behind me, Girl put a corset around me and started
lacing me up. the corset kept contracting until I started to take
short rapid breathes. Jan released me and finished dressing me in
stockings, heels, slip and a dress. During the rest of the day, I did
Jan's job cleaning the bathrooms and oven, while she supervised.

	When Master Charles arrived home I reverted to my own duties,
but as a housegirl. That night Jan and I returned to my room where I
was instructed in the art of makeup . After a couple hours of face
painting, Jan had me change into a pink nightie. But the corset was
not removed, it wasn't even loosened. Finally, she attached cuffs to
my wrists and ankles and tied me to the bed again. Before she left
the room, I again performed the duties she expected of me.

	The next morning after the same wake-up call, Jan released me
to clean up and prepare myself. Returning from the bathroom, Girl
tightened the corset then allowed me to put on the clothes she had
laid out. We then went to the kitchen where we prepared and I served
Master Charles his breakfast. Afterwards while I was cleaning up,
Master Charles talked with Girl. Soon he left for the day and Girl
and I ate our breakfast. While Girl had cereal, coffee and juice, I
was only allowed a slice of dry toast and juice. All the while she
kept up her correction of my motions and actions to make me more
lady-like. Upon finishing and cleaning up, Jan led me to the garage,
where we got into a two year old american sedan. I was concerned
about being seen, but she calmed me down with a touch of her hand upon
my painted cheek.

	We arrived at a downtown medical building and Girl led me to
the elevator. It was obvious she had been here before. It was still
early and few people were about. At the fifth floor, we got off and
we entered an office. Despite the hour, the doctor was waiting for
us. He directed us into an examination room. "Girl you're about due
for your annual exam, so strip down. Slut stand there and observe
what is about to happen to you. Yes, I know all about you and your
status." When he finished with Girl, including a full pelvic exam, he
had me strip and sit on the examination table. At the end of the
exam, my feet were placed in the stirrups and locked in with tape.
The doctor the took the leather pouch between my legs and squeezed it.
Within a couple minutes my cock and balls swelled to painfully fill
the pouch. "Ahhh, ahhh please stop, pleaseeeeee." My right arm was
grabbed and held down while the doctor took three large tubes of
blood. I was then released from the table, but before I was allowed
to dress the doctor took several photos of me and measured my body.
Then I was bent over the table and received an injection in each ass
cheek. At Jan's insistence, I quickly dressed and left the
examination room. In the lobby, the receptionist had arrived and the
waiting room was about half full of women. The doctor hands Jan a
piece of paper and kisses her on the cheek. With a "See you in two
weeks," Jan takes my hand and leads me out.

	Back in the car, Jan drives off. "We have a few more errands
to run." Pulling up to a drugstore, she handcuffs my arms behind me.
Slipping a jacket over my shoulders, she gets out and enters the
drugstore. Upon returning, she drives to a leather shop, without
removing the handcuffs.

	A tall man with a nametag that said 'DEAN' led us to a back
room. After some quiet discussions with Jan, he orders me to strip.
I comply after a small nod from girl. Jan removed the pouch. Dean
then takes several measurements of my cock and balls, nose, ears and
chest. Some more discussions with girl occur, followed by salve being
rubbed in my nose, on my ear lobes, my cock and behind my balls. As I
looked to Jan with a question on my lips, she reattached the handcuffs
and stood behind me with her arms holding me securely. Dean then
proceeds to pierce my nose with a large ring between the nostrils.
This was followed by a substantial ring in each ear. He then does a
Prince Albert piercing on my cockhead and a guiche behind my balls.
After finishing up, he gives Girl and me some very explicit
instructions on cleaning and caring for the piercing. Dressed (without
the pouch, god it felt good), Dean then took more measurements,
height, bust, hips, waist, wrists, ankles, etc. We left there and
walked across the street to a small strip mall. At a photographer's,
I had several photos taken with several different wigs. I did find out
that the nose ring was removable. From the photographer's, we walked
to a corset shop. There I was measured again.

	After that we walked a couple doors down to a shoe store
cobbler. Damn, I thought these heels were bad on carpet, on a concrete
sidewalk they were way beyond murder. At the shoe store, the cobbler
waited on us himself. He measured my feet. Then having me stand on
wooden wedges, he drew an outline of my feet on the wood with a
pencil. Followed by having me stand on another set of wedges covered
with modeling clay. He added additional clay under my arches.

	Soon we were on our way home. For lunch I had a salad, milk
and three large pills. After lunch I cleaned and then prepared
dinner. The next two weeks went much like this afternoon. Except I
was becoming more and more fem in my looks, actions and outlook.

	The two weeks went quickly. Jan took me to my next doctor's
appointment right after Master Charles left for the office. The
doctor took more measurements, comparing them with the last
appointment. He inspected the piercings. Before allowing me to dress,
he had me bend over the examination table again and gave me a large
injection in each asscheek. After we left the doctor's, we made
several stops where Jan picked up many packages. The leather shop,
the corset shop, the cobbler, the photographer and the dressmaker's.

	Instead of the usual activities after dinner, Master Charles
had Jan strip me and present me to him in the den. While I knelt
demurely before him, Master Charles outlined his plans for me.

	"Slut, it's time to tell you about my plans for you. First,
you need some background information to understand completely. I am
the president and major stockholder of a major high tech corporation
and defense contractor. I am also gay. As you can see there are some
potential problems. Some people are starting to talk about my lack of
female companions. When Girl told me about your interests, it looked
like a solution to my problems. I did some checking on the lifestyle
in general and you in particular. I know that you are like most tv's,
straight, not gay. But now you are my slave, not my servant. And
slaves are not heterosexual, or bisexual, or even homosexual. They
are just sexual. Furthermore, the pills you are now taking are
hormones, so you are now a trans-sexual." Putting a small padlock
through my Prince Albert ring, he pulled it back, locking it with the
guiche ring.

	"You will always be pre-op. This equipment will always belong
to me, under my control. The doctor has certified you drug and
disease free. And that you are a good candidate for transformation.
After your body has rounded out enough in a couple months the doctor
will enhance your breasts, remove your adam's apple, remove a couple
of ribs and do a few other enhancements to your body. At that point,
to the outside world, you'll become my girlfriend, but we'll know the
truth, won't we, slut?" Master Charles turned me back over to Jan.
She led me to my room, where she laced me into my new corset. Then I
was put to bed.

	Except for doctor's visits every two weeks, the next several
weeks slipped into a very standard pattern. On weekdays, I would
wake up (usually by having Jan's snatch pushed into my face), spend
about an hour cleaning up and having a makeup and dressing lesson.
Prepare and serve Master's breakfast. After he leaves, eat my dry
toast and juice. Spend the morning cleaning various parts of the
house, making Master's bed, doing dishes, etc. About noon eat my
lunch of dry green salad and a glass of water. The afternoon is
filled with more lessons and preparation for dinner. We serve Master
dinner; when he finishes, I serve him coffee in the den, then help Jan
clean up. Then we eat our dinner, mine being a small dry chef salad
and a glass of milk. The rest of the evening was spent serving
Master. On weekends, we served Master his breakfast a little later
and the only cleaning we did was making beds and doing dishes. I
spent more time serving Master and receiving training from Jan. Many
times Master Charles would watch and comment. On weekdays I would do
and remove my makeup two or three times a day. On weekends, I would
do it almost hourly. When Master commented on it, Jan told him it
needs to become second nature to me and that was the only way.

	The hormones were kicking in. Along with my diet, they
slimmed me down but put more padding on my hips, ass and chest. My
breasts started to grow. My body hair stopped growing, except for my
legs, which got lighter and finer. My hair grew faster, finer and
thicker. Soon it covered the back of my neck. The hormones also
caused me to experience dramatic mood swings. One night while serving
Master I went from smiling and giggling to a crying jag instantly. I
turned and ran to my room, where I buried my face in the pillow and
cried my heart out. I never could figure out what I was crying about.
Jan, who saw it happen, followed me and tried to comfort me. Soon
Master Charles was standing in the doorway.

	"What's going on, Girl?"

	"It's a girl thing, Sir."

	"GIRL, there is NO such thing in this house. So tell me NOW."

	"Master Charles, Slut is experiencing reactions to the
hormones. All girls experience mood swing due to hormone imbalances,
but in Slut's case the hormone imbalance is causing wild swings
because of the large amount of hormones in her system. As her body
accepts the hormones the mood swings will moderate. You wanted her to
be a girl, this is part of it."

	"OK, put her to bed." The mood swings slowly leveled out
somewhat.

				* * *

	Four months after the hormones were started, the doctor told
Jan and me that my breasts were as large as they were going to be and
that I was now ready for surgery. It was scheduled in two weeks.
Enter the hospital on Monday, surgery on Tuesday morning and home
maybe on Friday. That evening, we told Master Charles the news. From
his reactions, I was pretty sure that the doctor had already told him.
Women's intuition?. After I had served Master Charles his coffee he
had me kneel before him.

	"Slut, until your operation, I will feed you your dinner. It
will be low fat, low cal and high protein. As for your operation,
your breast will be augmented to 38C+, a rib on each side will be
removed, your adam's apple will be shaved down. You will have a nose
job to make your nose more petite. Your ears will be pinned back and
your eyes will be worked on to make them more fem and expressive.
Your lips will be injected with a permanent collagen to make them more
kissable and your jaw line will be worked on. Some padding will also
be added to your hips and ass. When the doc is finished, every
straight male over puberty and most lesbians will drool over you."
Master Charles the extracted his penis from his pants. Holding it in
his left hand, he placed his right hand under my jaw and squeezed. As
my mouth opened, he pulled my face toward his crotch until my lips had
passed over the head of his maleness. With my tongue I felt it grow
as Master kept pulling my head forward. He moved his right hand from
my jaw to the back of my head in my hair.

	"I am going to teach you the more intimate of your womanly
duties. Every night and all day on weekends. Since sperm is an
excellent source of protein, this will be your dinner every night and
all three meals on weekends. I will save your anal cherry until
after the surgery."

	The rest of the evening was spent with me receiving Master
Charles' instructions on how he liked to be serviced. In the next two
weeks I became very familiar with Master's cock and balls. His likes
and dislikes. How his cock pulsed and throbbed just before he shot
liquid protein into my tummy. My mouth and throat became intimate
with Master's sperm. Its taste, its texture. I could feel it
slide all the way down my throat to my tummy. On the weekends, I
spent so much time on my knees sucking Master off, my knees got carpet
burns. And I became so stiff that Master Charles had to lift me to my
feet. A hot bath before bed would loosen me up.

	Finally it was time for the operation. Jan checked me into
the hospital just after noon. Several tests were performed. At
bedtime I was washed and given three pills. After I took them it was
like turning out a light.

	I awoke in the recovery room. The only place I didn't hurt
was my legs. My head throbbed, my chest was one big sore sport, even
my feet and throat hurt. I looked around and saw Master Charles and
the doctor talking. As I tried to sit up, I felt the restraints that
held me to the bed. When I opened my mouth to talk, Master Charles
put his finger to my lips with a "SHHHHHH. Don't talk. Nod if you
understand." I nodded my head.

	"The doctor has completed your paperwork and you are now
officially Amber. While you were on the table, I had your vocal cords
shortened so your voice will be more feminine. Also I had an
experimental type of surgery done on your feet. It is intended to
reconstruct shattered feet. But in your case your feet were too big
for a woman your size, so they were made smaller. You went from a
size 10 1/2 to a size 6 shoe. Your tendons were shortened, so you will
always have to wear high heels. The doctor tells me that you will
need to stay in bed for at least a week. He also tells me he has you
in a private room during that time, cared for by a couple of cute
lipstick lesbians, who are excited about taking care of a brand new
girl. Bye bye for now, Amber." He left and I drifted off to a drug
induced sleep. When I awoke again, I was in my hospital room. Both my
nurses were there. They looked like the Barbi twins. For the next
ten days I lay on that bed. The doctor came around twice a day. The
nurses massaged me after every meal. I was lightly medicated to
deaden the pain. Needless to say, the girls used my tongue for their
pleasure. Jan visited me daily. Two days before my release, she
brought Dean from the leather shop with her. In short order each of
my new nipples were supporting a substantial gold ring. After Jan and
Dean left the twins fawned all over me and my new additions.

	When the doctor was satisfied I had recovered enough, I was
released. My nurses wheeled me to the car while Jan followed. They
hugged and kissed me and left. As Jan drove us home, I cried over the
loss of my two new friends. The only two I've had in a very long
time.

	The next month was spent recovering from the surgery.
Shopping for new clothes. And the bi-weekly doctor's appointment. Of
course, after the first week, I still serviced Master Charles. Jan
taught me how to use my feminine wiles. How to act wanton, slutty and
sexy.

	One quiet Sunday afternoon, I was kneeling between Master's
legs, with my plump red lips wrapped around his pussy spike. After I
swallowed his load and licked him clean, Master Charles pulled my face
up by my chin. Looking me in the eye, Master outlined the new changes
in my life.

	"Slut, since you obviously do not meet the qualifications, you
are no longer my houseboy. Don't worry, you will not be thrown out
onto the streets. Tomorrow you will start work as my
secretary/receptionist. Since you can already type, it shouldn't be a
problem. The secretarial pool does most of the heavy typing. Your
duties will tend to be more personal. If you are not very good at
your job, everyone will take one look at your body and know why you
were hired and how you keep your job. At the office you will call me
Sir. I am running an ad for a new houseboy, since you no longer hold
that position. Tonight, as you are no longer a member of my
household staff, you will move out of your room and into a room on the
second floor. Not that you'll spend much time there. My staff and the
houseboy will assume that you are my lover. But you will still obey
Girl. Your room will be the one connected to mine. There is a door
between them, so you can protect your maidenly modestly. Plan on
sleeping with me every night. You are more dependent on me than
before the operation. If I throw you out the best you can hope for is
being a TS streetwalker. It's worse than being a female hooker or a
male prostitute. After a short while it will be known that you are my
live-in girlfriend and lover. You will attend many different
functions with me. At some you will act very ladylike. At some you will
be a slut whore. I'll tell you which. Now I have an interviewee coming
in a few minutes, so you and Girl go move your clothing into your new
room." And off I went.

	Jan and I spent the rest of the afternoon moving. For a while,
she guided the interviewee around the house. While she was gone I
explored the suite. From the hall one entered a small sitting room.
This room had a sofa and chair, coffee table and a tv. It was done in
pastels and was very feminine. The other door connected this room
with the bedroom. It was done in the same style as the sitting room.
Centered on the inside wall was a queen size canopy bed. Against the
outside wall between two windows was a loveseat. On the common wall
with Master Charles' room was a door. The other sidewall had a door.
It led to the dressing room. This room had a large low vanity with a
low wide bench. A large well-lit professional mirror. To the left
was a large walk-in closet with built in drawers. The door to the
right was the bathroom. It was good sized, but full. There was not
only a toilet and a large whirlpool bath with shower, but also a
bidet. Jan came back after showing Juan, the new houseboy, around.
He would start in a week, living in my first room. That night Master
allowed me to sleep in my bed.

	Monday morning I rode with Master to work. At the office, I
was turned over to Mrs. Worthington, the office manager. She was a
tall older lady, conservatively dressed. Very proper. And not
accepting of imperfection or levity. Most of the morning was spent
with her doing the required paperwork, job apps, W-4, etc. Being
shown my duties. She also showed me around the building and
introduced me to everyone. I could tell by how everyone looked at me,
that they "JUST KNEW" how I got this job and my job performance would
be judged on my back.

	After an early lunch I went to my desk in Master's office. It
was a reasonably large room. My desk was in one corner facing the
door. It was a medium sized, low wooden desk. On it was a computer
monitor and keyboard, a multi-line phone with intercom, a dictaphone
and a set of "IN" and "OUT" trays. Behind the desk was a secretary's
chair, low back and no arms, and a credenza. Across from the desk were
two leather couches and two leather chairs. The walls were done in
light colored wood paneling and on them hung a couple of paintings.

	There were some letters to type on the dictaphone and a couple
to retype in the "IN" box. When they were finished I buzzed Master
to tell him that. He told me to wait. It was a quiet day, with no
one coming into the office. On the computer I checked Master's
schedule for the evening and the next day. I also saw a Thursday
business trip. Just before 5 PM, Master summoned me into his office.
The large office was paneled in dark wood, giving it that
distinguished, old-money look. Off to the left were two small leather
couches and a coffee table. Across from the door was Master's desk.
It was a massive wooden desk with a phone, computer monitor and
keyboard, off on the left side and a blotter in the center. In front
of the desk were two leather chairs. Behind it was a large leather
executive chair. On the wall by the couches were framed photos and
certificates. It was Master's vanilla 'I love me' wall. The wall
behind the desk was done in shelves. The ones immediately behind the
desk were open and contained trophies and nick-nacks. The rest were
covered by doors.

	As I closed the door behind me, Master pointed to the floor
beside him. I moved to the spot indicated, laid the completed letters
on his desk for signature and waited . As he looked at me his eyes
got smaller, colder and harder. A light went on in my head and I
knelt down.

	"That's better, slut. I will not punish you for that lapse,
because I know you were protecting me. However from now on when we're
alone and the door is closed you will kneel on that spot." As he
signed the letters, he continued.

	"I've had a good report from Mrs. Worthington on you. She
said you're attentive, a quick learner and neat. She also said that
you surprised her. She was expecting an airheaded bimbo. And you
threw everyone else a curve with your good looks and quality work.
Now about my schedule. You were told you were to keep it and keep it
on track. The girl you replaced had difficulty doing it. What's my
schedule for tomorrow?"

	"Sir, you have nothing on your schedule for tonight. Tomorrow
you have a 9 AM staff meeting and a 10:30 engineering meeting. Lunch
with your lawyer for noon at Julio's. A one o'clock with Mrs
Worthington. Two o'clock is open and a marketing meeting between 3
and 5. Do you want me to move Mrs Worthington to 2 PM since lunch
could run late?"

	"Excellent thinking, slut."

	"Tomorrow evening you have a SAE dinner at 6:30 at the
Regency, black tie. I'll call Girl and see if your tux is back from
the cleaners. That's it. Oh by the way, you have a business trip on
Thursday. Have you made your arrangements, tickets, etc?"

	"Staff travel takes care of that."

	"Yes sir, do you want me to check on it?"

	"Slut, you are persistent."

	"Sir, I do not want to end up in the secretarial pool or
worse. And I am supposed to manage your schedule."

	"Very good. You're right, you do manage my schedule. But you
are not my social secretary."

	"Yes sir, I love you and want to do my best for you and make
your life better and easier."

	"You'll do very well, slut. Let's go home."


	The next several months went quickly. I made several female
friends at work. We had lunch together, window shopped and did girl
talk. Master Charles allowed it saying it would round me out as a
female. Several times Master took me to dinner parties. Vanilla very
vanilla. There I was introduced as Amber, his live-in lover. I was
always dressed to kill. Most of the men undressed me with their eyes
and all the women would stare at me with daggers in their eyes. My
outfits were always tight, brightly colored, showing a lot of breast
and very sexy. With the small waist formed by my corset and no bra my
movements always threatened to throw my boobs out of the dress. After
the parties, the combination of my hormones and alcohol made me feel
wanton and horny. The sex was better. Interestingly, Master hadn't
taken my "cherry". He was saving me for something. At this point
it was frustrating.

	Once a month Master Charles meets with a group of local gay
men who are into S&M. The first time I was taken there was my first
month of working at the office. My dress was a red leather micro
mini, camisole top and 5" black pumps. Around my neck was a collar
and each ankle and wrist was encircled by cuffs. Each was made of
stainless steel and required a special key to unlock. When we got
there the other men, taking me at first appearance got very
uncomfortable and made rude comments to Master, giving me the
impression I should leave. Master Charles ignored those comments,
while I was fidgety and uncomfortable. Master's only response was to
order me to strip. As I slowly stripped, the men's comments became
more belligerent, pointed and louder. Dean from the leather shop
walked in as I turned away from them and pulled my panties down. When
I turned back around, Master and Dean laughed while the other's mouths
dropped in shock.

	Once Master told my story, everyone was full of questions.
The comments, after the questions were soothing to my bruised
feelings.

	"She would almost make one want to go straight."

	"If you got to have a bitch, that's the way to go." They
congratulated Master on his ingenuity in solving his problem. I spent
the rest of the evening nude serving refreshments to the men, while
they fondled my ass and cock. Reinforcing my Master's pride in me, I
managed not to cum. The comfort levels for both parties increased as
the evening went on. As the evening came to a close, I dressed, very
seductively, in front of the men. That night Master did one of the
cruelest things he could have done. He had me sleep in my own bed and
ordered me not to cum. From then on, I went to this meeting every
month. Master had been invited to bring me anytime. In fact I was
given my own membership to the group. There I would always strip and
serve. While I was actively fondled, Master wouldn't allow any more
than that.

	When Master went on business trips, I stayed at the office to
keep everything on track. It was usually quiet. At night I was
allowed to sleep in my bed, but it got so I would sleep on the floor
beside Master's bed because I missed him so. What is happening to me?
Jan told him about that and Master would tease me about it when he got
back. One trip I was not allowed to sleep in my bed. Big deal, you
say, I'm not anyway. Well I wasn't allowed to sleep in Master's room.
If I didn't sleep in Jan's room at her suffrage, I could only sleep on
the floor at the foot of my bed. All it did was make me miss him more
and more. When Master Charles got home, I wrapped myself around his
legs and through my sobs begged him to make me his for ever and ever.
What was happening to me? As Juan gave him his after work drink,
Master patted me on my head. And with a "We'll see," sent me off to
the den. Other than my sexual service, he ignored me that night.

	Finally he took me on a business trip. Master had a 9 day
trip to the Orient scheduled. Leave Friday afternoon and arrive back
home Sunday night a week later. I didn't know I was going until the
trip pack arrived from the staff travel office. When I handed the
pack to Master Charles, he opened it and handed me my tickets and my
new passport. Needless to say, I was very excited. So excited in
fact, that i didn't read the tickets.

	"Tonight you will pack. Girl will help you after she packs
for me. We will leave from the office. You have many surprises in
store for you." That night Jan had me take a bath while she packed
my luggage. A limo took us to work and would take us to the airport
later. That day, I bounced around the office, I was so happy.
Finally I was called into Master's office and told to calm down OR
ELSE. I didn't like the sound of that OR ELSE.

	Finally Four o'clock rolled around and I followed Master into
the limo. During the ride to the airport Master outlined our trip.
"We'll spend tonight at the LA Hemsley. I have some friends meeting
us there for a late night snack. I have a luncheon appointment and a
couple of meetings during the afternoon. That evening we leave on JAL
for Tokyo. We'll be there for two days. Then a day each in Seoul,
South Korea, Bangkok, Thailand and Singapore. From Singapore we fly
back to LA on Singapore Air. Arriving there early Saturday
afternoon, I have a couple meetings, then dinner with another couple.
Late Sunday morning we board American Airlines for the trip home. We
are booked first class. I expect you to be very ladylike, but sexy.
I may also have you flirt with men I designate."

	By then we arrived at the airport. As we got out, the driver
had gotten the luggage out and had given it to the skycap. It was
curbside checked as we checked-in at the first class counter. Our
seat assignments were together with me sitting on the aisle. Soon we
were aboard the airplane and on our way. After a not so bad airline
first class meal, I shudder to think what the steerage passengers were
being fed, and a romantic movie, I fell asleep with my head on
Master's shoulder. During the movie, Master had me flirt with the
businessman sitting across the aisle from me. While I watched the
movie, I would move around causing my skirt hem to rise until the top
of my stocking and garters showed. Then I would smooth my skirt down.
I did it several times until I could see he was very flustered. Then
I dropped a pen on the floor. I slowly bent over to pick it up,
giving him full view of my boobs. Then I smiled at him and then laid
my head on Master's shoulder. Master gave me a pat on the head. On
arrival at LAX it was still early, we were met by another limo. The
manager of the Hemsley was waiting for us, as the limo arrived at the
hotel. Handing Master the keys and his messages, he wished us a good
night as the Bell Captain loaded our bags on to a cart.

	In the suite, Master had me dress in a slut outfit. When I
opened my suitcase, I found all I had was my sexy, slutty clothing.
When I finished dressing and entered the living room. Master was just
putting down the phone.

	"They'll be here in a few minutes."

	"Master, all I have is slut clothing."

	"I know, I told Girl what to pack. You'll see why. Now go to
room XXXX and knock on the door. Obey who ever answers the door. Now
go." As I opened the door Master had one more comment.

	"Oh, I'd be careful. Dressed like that with no ID, hotel
security will think you're a street walker doing a trick."

	When I knocked on the door, it was opened by a tall ruggedly
handsome man. He was dressed in jeans, a white T shirt and a leather
vest. Sitting on the sofa was an older distinguished lady dressed in
a red leather outfit. She pointed to the floor at her feet. I knelt
at her feet. Upon her command I stripped. The comments both of them
boosted my pride in Master's vision. But their comments about
keeping me, putting me to work on the street and keeping my earnings.
That scared me. For the next two hours they used my mouth for their
pleasure, switching off after each orgasm, driving me on by whipping
my ass. Fondling my ass the man said "I would love to pop this
cherry, but your owner said hands off." Finally I was allowed to
dress. As I was leaving the man handed me a sealed envelope with
'Master Charles' written on it.

	As I left the room and hurried down the hall to the elevators,
Master's parting comment was on my mind. Just as one of the doors
opened, a man pushed me into it. The doors closed and the elevator
started to move. The man reached over to the control panel and
stopped the elevator.

	"Where do you think you're going, whore?"

	"To my room," showing him my key.

	"We don't rent rooms to sluts like you. So where did you
steal the key ?"

	"I didn't steal it!"

	"When I arrest you the cops will believe me..... Unless..."

	"Unless what?"

	Patting his crotch, "You can convince me that you are telling
the truth." He snaked the fingers of his right hand through my
hair. Then using his grip, pushed me to my knees and pulling my face
to his crotch. Even an airhead, bimbo blonde would know what was
wanted. My hands unzipped his fly and pulled out his appendage. It
started to swell from my handling. Soon it was time. It wasn't as
large as Master's, but it was a mouthful. Within a couple of minutes,
it had swelled a little more and the man started to moan and pump
himself in and out of my mouth. Shortly after that I could feel his
scum hit the back of my throat. Upon my finishing licking him clean,
he put it away, zipped up and pulled me to my feet.

	"Normally at this point I would arrest you, but since you did
such a good job blowing me I wouldn't. Let's see if you're telling
the truth." The elevator started to move upward again. And very
soon, we were standing at my room door. The man inserted the key,
opening the door. Master was in the living room (it's a large suite,
remember) chatting with two very attractive ladies. They turned
toward the door.

	"Yes?"

	"This slut said this was her room. And I was checking out her
story. Sorry to bother you, sir."

	"Unfortunately, she is with me. You may leave her, Thank you."

	Handing me my key the man left. As he closed the door, I
rushed to Master wrapping myself around him and said "Thank you."

	"Do you have something for me, cunt?" His words were cutting
and hurting to me.

	"Yes, Master," was my only reply as I handed him the envelope.
Opening it he showed me $200 in twenties.

	"They were pleased with your performance, slut. It was done
for a reason. Now let me introduce my friends. This this Charlene
and Barbra. Ladies this is Amber." They held out their hands in a
manner which told me to kiss their hands. Just about this time there
was a knock on the door. Master opened the door on room service. The
young man rolled the cart into the center of the room. Not only the
leer in his face, but also the growing bulge in his pants told us how
turned on he was by the three bombshells in the room. As the steward
left, Master tipped him $20.

	I took the time it took Master to handle that chore, to check
out the ladies. Charlene was about 5'7", 115 pounds, D cup, platinum
blonde. Barbra was a little shorter, about 5'5", 110 pounds, C cup,
redhead. They were very attractive and well dressed. Their behavior
was high class finishing school quality. Men would say they were
built like brick shithouses. When Master Charles got to the cart the
'fun' began.

	"Slut, it's time to show the girls what you are about. Strip."
Doing a bump and grind, I stripped until only my panties were left.
Rubbing my ass against Charlene, I pulled my panties off. When they
saw my front they were speechless. A few moments later their hands
were all over me, especially my breasts and cock.

	"What do you think girls?"

	"He is unbelievable."

	"Amber is a girl, mentally and with one exception physically.
A lot of effort and training went into this slut. Let's sit while I
tell you about her. Slut, serve." For the next 45 minutes, Master
Charles told Charlene and Barbra all about me. I spent the time
serving the meal. The girls would caress me as I passed.

	"What do you think, girls? Will she do?"

	"Absolutely. She'll be a surprise package."

	"Excellent, I was sure she would be. Slut, there are some
changes to your travel plans. You are not continuing on with me.
This was planned. If you do not believe me, check your tickets.
You're only ticketed to LA and back home. I am loaning you to these
ladies. They are what is termed lipstick lesbians. They also have
several different enterprises. You may work in a few of them. It
goes without saying that you will obey them as you do me. They have
been informed of my limits for you. It will be good training for you.
After all, you enjoyed playing with Girl. It's late. Good night
ladies." Master and I slept in his bed while the girls slept in
mine.


	Late the next morning, I packed my bags and left with Charlene
and Barbra. But not before I wrapped myself around Master and cried
on his chest. The girls pulled me off and led me away. In the
parking garage, I was placed in the back seat of Charlene's BMW coupe.
I cried most of the way. Finally we pulled into a long driveway in
West Hollywood. At the apex of this driveway was a moderately large
house. It belonged to the both of the ladies. I was led into the
house, up the main stairway and into a bedroom. Barbra ordered me to
unpack and put my clothing away. She watched as I did so, inspecting
the clothes. At one point she had me set aside an outfit. Finally
she left and I was allowed to clean up. After my shower, I threw
myself on the bed and started crying. It didn't seem like long before
I was pulled up, and with a hard smack, saw stars. It was Barbra.

	"Stop sniveling Slut and get dressed. Downstairs in 15
minutes."

	The outfit that had been set aside contained almost enough
material to make two handkerchiefs. A very short black leather skirt
and a sheer red blouse. Red seamed stockings and black 4" pumps.
Underneath was a red and black corset, red bikini panties and a red
uplifting bra. As I was finishing up my makeup, Charlene entered and
had me slut-up my makeup, as if it wasn't slutty enough.

	When I had finished, the three of us got into Barbra's pink
caddy convertible. And off we went. It took about 20 minutes to
drive from Beverly Hills to our destination in West Hollywood. We
pulled up to the rear of a bar, got out and went inside. Inside I
could see the disco lights and hear the loud disco music. It was a
strip bar. The girls led me into the office. There I had to sign
several papers, without being allowed to read them. Charlene then
told me my new duties.

	"Amber, this bar is one of our enterprises. Tonight you will
work here until closing as a stripper. Your tips will be kept for
your master. Any lack of diligence will be punished, immediately and
publicly. We cater to lesbians, but there are some men in the
audience. You will be protected by the two bouncers like any of the
other girls. However, since this is a lesbian bar we do get away with
a lot more, so expect to get heavily fondled. Also the female
patrons can purchase private dances. If you get selected expect to
eat a lot of pussy. Now go see Bambi at the bar and get your whore
ass to work."

	At the bar, I found Bambi, a petite girl with long blonde
hair. She was conservatively dressed and her nametag identified her
as the manager. She hugged me, said everything would be alright and
took me around, showed me my duties and introduced me to everyone.
Gabby and Erica were the two bouncers. Although fem looking, they
were bigger and meaner than many pro football players. Tami was the
DJ. She told me she already knew what music to play for me. "Oh
boy". Helen and Bobbi were the bartenders. Bambi would help them out
when it got busy. The dancers would wait tables when not dancing.
That meant that at the end of the night we would really feel sore.
Since I was the sixth one to check in, I was 6 in the dance queue. I
would dance two dances, then wait tables and do table dances until it
was my turn to dance again. The only exception to this was private
dances. It was still early so the bar was slow. Shortly before my
turn to dance came, it started to pickup. My dance tunes were fast
and erotic. Midway through my first dance I was down to my corset,
panties and shoes. The corset seemed to turn everyone on. By the
finish of the second dance, I was not only sweaty but also turned on.
I strutted around the floor to collect a few tips, then put my
blouse and skirt back on. The next 90 minutes were spent serving
drinks. My next dance set was the same type of music. Halfway
through my second dance I started to hump the pole in the middle of
the stage and pull on my nipple rings. I was just at the point of
cumming and the music stopped. Tami had stopped the song early,
preventing me from climaxing. Bitch. In frustration and exhaustion, I
collapsed to my knees at the foot of the pole. There was a standing
ovation from the audience. Two of the other dancers helped me from
the stage and soon I had caught my breath. Bambi pushed me out to
waitress without my blouse or skirt. As I waited on my tables, tips
were being put into my panties, corset and stocking tops. My section
was in the far corner. This was where the seperatist dykes had staked
their claim. By this time I was getting used to being fondled and
didn't think of the ramifications. One of the larger women was
fondling my crotch. When she found my secret. Grabbing it with her
left hand she squeezed causing me to double over. And with a loud
"What the fuck!" she hit me with a right cross. I hit the floor,
rolled up into a ball and starting screaming and crying. About this
time the bouncers got between the two of us. The commotion had
stopped everything. Bambi came up and asked what the problem was.
The dyke, who was named Regina (don't call her Gina) I later learned,
said.

	"That's a male, a faggot sissy who dresses like a girl.
What's it doing in our bar?"

	Charlene and Barbra walked up before Bambi could answer and
said they would explain. At this point I was ignored by everyone.
No one seemed to have any pity on me . Charlene told everyone my
story up to this point and what I was doing here. When Charlene had
finished, many were fascinated with what Master Charles had done.
Saying she wanted to fully inspect me, Regina took me into one of the
private dance rooms. After I stripped completely, she had me turn
around as she inspected me. As I faced her, Regina grabbed my hormone
shrunken cock and balls with her right hand. Squeezing then she
watched my face with interest. Since I didn't show enough pain to
satisfy her, she pinched my tits with her left hand. When she decided
she had enough fun and now wanted pleasure, she stopped. I was pushed
onto my back. Regina lowered her wet womanhood top my mouth and
clamped herself tight to my mouth. As the lips touched my lips, I
started to lick and suck. My breath got shorter and shorter, until
Regina started to rock back and forth allowing small amounts of air
into my lungs. As she climbed to her peak, her hands wrapped
themselves in my hair and tried to pull my head into her pussy. Until
she climaxed. During her climax, her thighs clamped my head in a tight
flesh and bone vise. Finishing her climax Regina rolled back onto my
chest allowing me to gulp air to fill my lungs. We dressed and
returned to the main floor. Back with her friends, Regina announced.

	"This bitch has the best mouth I ever had."

	Needless to say, several other women wanted to try me out, and
I spent the next couple hours in the private dance rooms. I danced on
stage once more and then spent the remaining time until closing,
shuttling in and out of the private rooms. Finally 3AM and closing
time rolled around. As the other dancers left, Bambi had me clean up
the bar. Picking up glasses, wiping down the tables and bar, sweeping
and moping the floor. When I finished, Bambi led me into the back
office where Charlene was totaling the night's receipts. With a wave
of her hand Charlene told Bambi to play with me until she finished.
Bambi led me out on to the stage where she threw me onto my back. She
jumped onto my face after she ripped off her skirt and panties. I
quickly put my tongue to work. Bambi rocked back and forth on my
face, her fluid draining into my mouth. Bambi was very vocal,
screaming as she hit climax after climax. Until she screamed her
lungs out and collapsed. As I caught my breath, I became aware of
someone clapping. Once Bambi got off of me, I saw it was Charlene.

	"Bravo. That was the best show on that stage yet. I may have
you two repeat it for our customers. What do you think Bambi? Is that
slut as good as advertised?"

	"She's has the best tongue I have ever had. She will make a
great lesbian whore. If she were available I'd buy her."

	"You would have to get in line to buy her. Come on, Amber.
Goodnight, Bambi."

	We went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. Master
Charles and I almost never stayed up this late. About noon, Barbra
shook me awake. I cleaned up and went back into the bedroom to dress.
The laid out outfit was similar to the one I wore the day before, but
was more conservative.

	"Bitch, today you'll work in one of our other enterprises, the
outcall service. It caters to women, mostly lesbians. It is a high
class outcall service, so the women will be rich and powerful. I have
several clients lined up for you. They know all about you." I rode
with Barbra to an office building downtown. In a 15th floor office, I
was turned over to a 250 pound black man named Bubba. Bubba took me
back to the elevator. In the basement parking garage, I was put in
the back of a Lincoln limo. As he drove off, Bubba directed my
attention to a folder on the seat. The folder contained information
about my first client. Her likes, dislikes, what she wanted, etc.

	At another office building, Bubba let me out of the lime and
instructed me to go to suite 3712. I entered the front door, walked
to the elevator. At the 37th floor, I got out and entered the
designated office suite. At the receptionist's desk I announced that
I had an appointment with Ms. Claybourne. I was directed into the
Senior Vice President's office. My client pointed to the sofa as I
entered and closed the door. I examined the lady as she walked over
to me. She was in her mid to late 40's, 5'5", about 115 pounds,
blonde hair, and still had a very good figure. At 20 she must of had
to beat men off with a baseball bat. She sat down next to me on the
sofa. She unbuttoned my blouse, causing my breasts to pop free.
After fondling them to make my nipples harder, she started to suck on
them. A couple of minutes afterward, she pushed me to the floor and
removed her slacks and panties. Her pussy was surrounded by lots of
thick, dark, fine hair. I put my head into a position it wouldn't
leave for the next 30 minutes. Soon she was rocking and humping and
moaning. Finally she pushed my face away.

	"Strip. Barbra told me a fantastic story about you. From
what I see here it can't be true. You are more feminine than even
some of Barbra's girls." Her tone changed as I finally pulled my
panties off.

	"Unbelievable. I see it, but I still can't believe it.
Except for that, everything about you is utterly female. Get dressed
and give this envelope to Barbra. And this is for you." She gave
me an envelope, a hundred dollar bill and a pat on the ass as I left.

	Back in the limo, Bubba pointed out another folder. My next
client was another business woman. It was almost an identical repeat
of my first client. Except she was the owner and president of her
company. She wasn't nearly as beautiful as the first. She was older,
about 50 or so, with some gray hair mixed in with her black hair. And
then I was back in the limo on my way to my third client. Bubba drove
past the guard at the main gate of a movie studio. On a back lot,
Bubba stopped at a large RV and opened my door. I got out and slinked
up to the RV door which had a large star on it. I could feel
everyone's eyes on me. My knock was answered by a very well known
actor. He was tall, dark and handsome and known as a lady killer. He
told me he knew all about me and gave me a very public kiss, while we
were on the steps. He led me inside and we got down to business. Or I
should say I got down. The actor was gay and was very much in the
closet. There were rumors, but our little public display would quiet
them down some. While I relieved some of his pressure, he talked.

	"I love what he has done. It would solve many of my problems.
Unfortunately, I can't do what your master has done. Maybe I'll offer
to buy you. Would you like to be my live-in lover? Maybe I'll marry
you. I'll even make you an actress." After swallowing a couple of
loads of his cum and some more talk, I left. The actor handed me two
envelopes as well as a 100 dollar tip. On the steps he kissed me
again. While he was doing that, I saw some camera flashes. The
scandal sheets were at work.

	Bubba drove off the lot. It was just after 6PM. I was driven
to a large house in Beverly Hills. The maid led me into the living
room. It was an all-girl dinner party and I was the entertainment.
For the next three hours I ate every pussy and tit put in my face. My
ass was whipped by everyone who had a desire. As I left I was handed
another envelope and each of the 12 women pushed a 20 dollar bill down
my corset.

	Soon we were at my next client. It was another Beverly Hills
mansion. An upper-class middle-aged lady in a slit dress answered my
ring. In the living room, we chatted for a few minutes while we sipped
white wine. She then lay back on the sofa and spread her legs. I
started to kiss her feet and worked my way up her legs. Soon my
tongue was at her fur covered treasure trove. She started to purr and
caress my head. Her tempo started to increase slowly at first and
then faster and faster. Her climax was anticlimactic, ending with a
whimper. After cleaning up, I was shown the door, handed an envelope
and quickly turned over to Bubba. Another short limo ride was my last
client for the night. This one was a Beverly Hills couple. Without
any preliminaries, I was stripped and inspected. I knelt before the
man and started to suck him off. The woman fondled and squeezed my
cock and balls. When he finished, I serviced the woman while the man
whipped my ass with a rubber cat-of-nine-tails. I serviced them each
twice more, with the same pattern. Finally I was allowed to dress.
At the door, I again was turned over to Bubba along with an envelope.
It was just after midnight and Bubba drove me home. In the den, I was
turned over to Barbra along with 7 envelopes. She dismissed Bubba and
held her hand out to me palm up. I dug into my corset and pulled out
all my tips and handed them over. 540 dollars in tips and 6000
dollars in fees. A good day's work if I do say so myself. It was all
put in a large envelope as well as the envelope addressed to Master
Charles and placed in the wall safe. I cleaned up, ate a small salad
and, only in my corset and heels, I knelt before Barbra and paid
homage to her center of power. Finally after her last girl had called
in, Barbra took me to her bedroom. I spent that night wrapped in her
arms.

	Just before 10AM, I was awakened by Barbra. In my room, I
cleaned up and dressed as required. Charlene came for me. The
additional accessories explained the plain drab dress I was wearing.
I was now a domestic in one of their other enterprises, 'Rent a Maid'.
This company was unique because it had two divisions. The standard
operations that I was in and a special operation where the girls were
dressed in satin uniforms and performed special services (sex) for
the clients. Until 6PM, I cleaned 7 apartments and two houses. At
6PM I changed into a drab jumpsuit and flats and spent the next 6
hours cleaning offices. When I was done, I was taken home and cleaned
up. In Charlene's office, I knelt before her in my corset and heels
and spent the next two hours licking her slit. When she was ready, I
was led to her room where we spent the night in each other's arms.

	During breakfast late the next morning, Barbra and Charlene
told me more about their companies.

	"The enterprise you worked in yesterday also has a special
department. The girls there do much more than windows. Since most
of the clients are straight men, you were not put there. Another
company runs a string of hookers and for the same reason, you weren't
put there. If you had a choice, what company would you like to work
in?"

	"I know that I'll work wherever you desire to put me. But if
I had a choice I cannot decide between dancing at the club and doing
lesbian outcalls. The hours are better and I'm allowed to eat more at
the club. But the money is a lot better on outcalls."

	"We have decided that you'll work tonight at the club. And
alternate between there and outcall. Until Master Charles returns."
And so it went until the night before Master returned. Late Friday
afternoon, instead of doing outcall service, Charlene drove me to
another dance club. By the looks of the outside, it was definitely a
titty bar. When we arrived there, Charlene led me into the back
office. I was introduced to Bob, the owner. He looked me over,
shaking his head in disbelief.

	"Charlene, you're bullshitting me. She's better looking than
many of my girls. Prove it. Strip, bitch." I looked at Charlene,
who nodded, and started to strip. Bob's disbelief became more evident
until I got to my panties. When I pulled them off, Bob's jaw hit the
floor.

	"A bitch with a dick. It's not much of one, but I would call
it a dick. Charlene, this is unbelievable. My customers will be
upset if they find out it's a male dancer."

	"She's not male. Except for that little appendage she is
physically and mentally female. Even the separatists at my club
accept her as a female. You will properly protect her and she is only
allowed to do blowjobs."

	"I've got three of the best bouncers in town so she'll be
protected. The vice cops watch me very closely, so there will be no sex
here. However, once in awhile a good customer will see a girl who
takes his fancy and will purchase some of her time from me. Slut, see
Don at the Bar and do as he tells you."

	I quickly dressed and went to the bar. Don was a middle aged
man with a pot belly. The top of his head was bald. The rest of his
hair was starting to gray. He showed me around and introduced the
bouncers and DJ. In the dressing room Don waited until the other
dancer left. Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushed me to my
knees and pulled my face to his crotch. Unzipping his jeans, his love
pole popped out, hitting me on the nose. It wasn't big but it wasn't
microscopic either. Almost. Shoving it into my mouth, he started
pumping away. It wasn't long before he fed me his version of a low
fat, high protein snack. The clapping as I licked Don clean told me
we weren't alone.

	"Bob, I told you she was a slut. I really should put her to
work on Hollywood Blvd. She'd make a good streetwalker. Maybe after
work, I will."

	"You know Charlene, I think she'll do alright here. You might
consider putting her out to work the streets when she loses her
enthusiasm. Both of you get your asses to work."

	It was much like Charlene and Barbra's club. Except it was
full of men. The men were more vocal and much more touchy feely than
the women. Women tend to respect other's space more. The men tended
to put the tips in my panties, where the women tended toward putting
them in my corset. After the closing at 3AM, one customer remained.
Bob and Charlene came from the office, talked for a couple of minutes
and then motioned me over. Bob introduced me to 'John' and told me to
take him to the dressing room.

	Once we got there, John pushed my back to the wall and started
kissing and mauling me. I was starting to lose it. This week was
overloading me. To maintain what little balance I had left, I slipped
to my knees and proceeded to give John the best blowjob ever. In and
out until his tallywacker couldn't stay erect anymore. It slipped out
of my mouth and John put it away as he pulled me to my feet. Then I
got a surprise.

	"Honey, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in 15 years as
a vice cop."

	OH my God!

	"I should run you in so the whole station can have a crack at
you. But I won't. You were my payoff. When you start working the
streets, let me know. Maybe I can help you when you get busted. For
a price, of course. I wouldn't start tonight though. There is a
heavy crackdown this weekend. Bye bitch."

	With a slap on the ass, John walked out the door. Charlene
came in and quickly hustled me to her car. And off we went. She
drove down Hollywood Blvd. Near Vine Street, she pulled over and
stopped .

	"Here's your purse. Now John told me this area is fairly safe
from the police. If you get busted my number is in your purse. I'll
pick you up about dawn, right here. You know what to charge and do
only blowjobs. Now get your whore ass to work."

	It started slowly. The word was out that the cops were
working hookers hard that night. Being a little older, white and
very good looking, the johns thought I was an undercover vice cop.
Finally an older man drove up in a Jaguar. He asked if I was a party
girl. When I said yes, we negotiated price. He pulled into an empty
parking lot where we got down to business. I got paid. That's the
first rule you learn in this business, get the money up front.
Twenty minutes later, I was on the corner again. It was pretty
steady, about 20 minutes per john until about 6 AM. It was just
before sunup and this was going to be my last john. As I sat in his
car, we negotiated price. I broke rule number two, never get in the
car until you're ready to take the john's money.

	"You're under arrest, Bitch. For soliciting for prostitution."
He slapped the cuffs on me, read me my rights and put me in the
back of his car . At the station, I was booked and processed. I was
not allowed to make a phone call. For the next two hours, I was
confined to an interrogation room. A steady stream of cops visited
me. They all got what they wanted, the men a blowjob and the women
(yes, even some women cops used me) used my mouth. Just after 8 AM
Detective Jon walked into the room.

	"Did you enjoy your visit here? You're being released to
Charlene without charges. It seems the officer didn't properly
maranda-ize you. Because I like you and just between the two of us, it
was a setup. Charlene arranged this bust for you. How about a little
goodbye blow job.?" When I finished blowing him, John took me out
to the back of the station. I got into Charlene's waiting car and we
left. At home, I cleaned up and went to bed.

	Mid afternoon, I awoke when I couldn't roll over. I was tied
spread eagle on the bed. Barbra and Charlene each took turns
mounting my face until neither of them could stand. They released me
and sent me off to clean up. A light lunch followed by a trip to the
beauty parlor. Which was preceded by my dressing somewhat slutty.
From the beauty shop, the three of us drove to LAX airport. Just
outside customs, we waited until Master Charles came out. I ran to
him, hugged and kissed him and cried with joy. My Master was back and
he would protect me. Barbra drove to the Hemsley Hotel, where Master
Charles turn his bags over to the Bell Captain, checked in and went to
his room. He cleaned up while we waited. Then we drove to the house.
The girls had a dinner prepared. While we ate, Barbra and Charlene
told Master all about my adventures. Each gruesome detail. Sometimes
he would laugh, other times he would look at me with a scowl. In the
den after dinner, the girls gave him the envelopes of my earnings and
tips. He also got the two offers for me. He called both men and
talked a considerable time with them. While he put the phone down, I
rushed to Master Charles, knelt at his feet and wrapped myself around
his legs.

	"Please don't sell me Master. I love you. I want to be your
slave forever," I cried.

	"There, there, little one. I spent too much time and effort
on you to sell you. I will help them recruit and train someone like
you. What the girls have told me about your adventures here, pleases
me. It also distresses me. You have become more female than I could
imagine possible. When we get home, I am moving my timetable up. You
did very well financially. This money will be put in a trust fund for
you. Now get your things and let's get back to the hotel."

	But we didn't go straight back to the hotel. We first went to
the club, where I danced a couple of sets and Master was introduced as
my creator and Master. I don't know who was more warmly received, him
or me. We finally got back to our suite around midnight. I fell
asleep in Master's arms contented that everything was now right in my
world.

	The next morning found us in the first class section of an
east bound airliner bound for home. By early afternoon, we were home
and unpacked. I found Jan in her room. I hugged and kissed her and
thank her for packing my bags. After dinner, Master and I had a short
talk.

	"Slut, don't talk about your trip much. Just say it was fun
and you met lots of people. With what my company is into, everyone
will understand. From now on, unless I tell you differently, you will
sleep in my bed. Up to now, you have waited until I told you where to
sleep. Now you will kneel by my bed until I get in and climb in after
me. If I am not there by midnight, you will climb in and wait for me.
I will tell you after dinner, if you are to sleep in your bed or on
the floor next to my bed."

	We spent until 10 AM in the den. Then he sent me to bed.
About 11:30 he entered his room to find me kneeling by his bed. Ten
minutes later found us both in bed, cuddled up.

	The next couple of days at work, everyone wanted to know about
my trip. I kept the answers simple, short and ended them with 'I
really can't talk about much' and 'I was kept very busy.' It seemed
to satisfy everyone. Even Master Charles was happy with my answers.

	The next few months settled into a regular routine. Finally,
in June, Master took me along on a business trip to Southern
California. Out Thursday night, back on Friday afternoon. At least
that was the plan I was told. After we had finished our business in
Santa Monica, Master Charles drove the rental car to a small town on the
coast about an hour and a half north of LA. We spent the night at a
seashore inn. The next morning we drove to a little wedding chapel in
the hills. It was picturesque and beautiful. Waiting for us were
Barbra, Charlene and the actor who offered to buy me. Barbra handed
Master Charles some papers which he signed, then had me sign. He
wouldn't let me read the papers though. We entered the chapel. The
girls stayed in the rear with me, while Master Charles and the actor
went to the front to talk with the Justice of the Peace. Barbra
pulled me into the ladies room and handed me a white dress. It was a
short, lacy, low cut, sexy wedding dress. Charlene put a veil over my
head and handed me my bouquet. Just as we stepped out of the ladies
room the wedding march began. Barbra took my arm and escorted me down
the aisle while Charlene followed as my maid of honor. As I walked,
many thoughts went through my mind. What was going on? Was I marrying
Master Charles? If not, did he sell me to the actor? Is it even a
legal wedding?

	When I got to the front, Master Charles took my arm from
Barbra and led me to a spot in front of the JP. The actor stood to
the right and behind Master, while Charlene and Barbra took their
place behind and to the left of me. The music stopped and the JP
began.

	"We are gathered here to join Charles and Amber in matrimony.
Do you Charles take Amber as your legally wedded wife? To have and to
hold from this day forth. In sickness and in health. For better or
for worse. Till death do you part?"

	"I do"

	"Do you Amber take Charles as your legally wedded husband? To
have and to hold. To love, honor and obey. From this day forth. In
sickness and in health. For better or for worse. Till death do you
part?"

	"I do"

	"By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now
pronounce you man and wife. You may know kiss the bride."

	It was a short ceremony. After we kissed, all of us went back
to the inn for a reception. It was over before noon. Charlene caught
the bouquet. From there, Master Charles and I drove back to LA. We
got to the girls' house about 5 PM. In my old room, I changed into a
white leather dress that was lieing on the bed. As I walked down the
stairs, I was met by John the cop and escorted to the back patio.
When we got to the door, the wedding march started. What is going on?
There was a good crowd standing on the patio with a wide path down the
middle. Everyone was dressed in leather. Almost half wore collars.

	Standing at the end of the path was Regina. She was wearing a
black leather catsuit, cut tight. It was devastating. Before her and
to the right was Master Charles and the actor. John escorted me to
Master Charles while Barbra and Charlene followed. As I walked down
the path I saw many people that I knew from my time with Barbra and
Charlene, including most of the separatists from the club, Bambi, Tami
and even Bob. John turned me over to Master Charles. When we stepped
before Regina, the music stopped, everyone stopped talking and Regina
began to speak.

	"Friends we are gathered here to witness the bonding of Master
Charles and his slave Amber. Many of us know Amber and know her
special attributes. Some of us know Master Charles and Amber's
special love for him. Let us begin."

	"Charles do you take Amber as your lawful slave and property
to have and to use as you see fit from this time forth?"

	"I do"

	"Do you Amber take Master Charles as your lawful Master, to
love, honor and obey as he sees fit from this time forth?"

	"I do"

	"Amber, do you accept this collar as a symbol of your
submissiveness and being to Master Charles?"

	"I do"

	"Charles, do you accept Amber's submissiveness as a symbol of
your ownership of her physical and mental being?"

	"I do"

	"By the power of the Goddess, I now pronounce you Master and
Slave. You may now fuck the bitch. Let your friends witness the
deflowering of a new slave bitch."

	Barbra and Charlene then grabbed my arms, while Master removed
my dress. I was then moved over behind a heavy wooden chair. The
girls bent me over the chair and tied me down over the back. Master
Charles ripped my panties off and spanked my ass until it was cherry
red. Master stood before me and removed the cod piece of his outfit.
Barbra took his manhood in her hand and pumped it to its fullness.
Then she applied KY Jelly heavily to it. In the meantime, Charlene
was applying KY Jelly to my ass and working it in to lube me fully.
Master stepped behind me as Charlene moved away. He teased my asshole
just before he slammed in. I screamed with pain. Master kept his
penis fully in me until my body started to accept its fullness. Then
he began to slowly pump in and out. As it began to swell just before
it climaxed, Master Charles started to speed up and slam into me like
a piledriver. One final time Master slammed into me. He held on to
my waist holding his pussy pole in me. I could feel his juice spew
out of him and into me. Within moments, we both relaxed and Master
pulled himself from me. Charlene wiped him clean as Barbra cleaned
me. Both girls hugged me tight and told me I was now totally a woman.
A leash was snapped to my new collar and the other end was handed to
Master Charles. He led me inside to the applause of the guests. We
led the procession to the dining room which was laid out as a buffet
for the reception.

	During the reception, I held Master's plate. I was not
allowed a plate, I was fed by hand from Master's plate. I was led
around the house while Master talked with each guest. All the
submissives hugged and kissed me. Every dominant woman there did
also. Many dominant men hugged me. After she had hugged and kissed,
Regina turned to Master and said.

	"She's the best slut I've ever had. Anytime you're tired of
her or want separate vacations, let me know. I will put her to good
use."

	"Thank you for the offer Regina. I'll keep it in mind, but
Barbara and Charlene have offered to put her to work in their outcall
service. And my best man has offered to put her in the movies."

	With all that went on this day and the late hour, I was
getting overloaded. I needed to regain my balance. So, I knelt
beside Master and laid my head against his leg. He patted my head and
I looked up at him. When he looked at me I said "Please, Master."

	"I understand, Amber. Friends, it looks like I've got a horny
little girl that needs to be satisfied. From the both of us, thank
you. for coming and for making this a special for us. Please continue
to enjoy yourselves. And goodnight! Come on slut." With a tug on
my leash, Master led me up the stairs and into Charlene's room. He
sat on the bed and I knelt before him, between his legs. He caressed
my head as I looked deep in his eyes.

	"Girl, I know you have many questions. I have not answered
them for a reason. It is now time to answer them. First, it is a
legal wedding . California recognizes gay weddings. Also all your
papers say female. The papers you signed at the chapel included not
only the marriage license, but also a pre-nuptial agreement and your
slave contract. When we get home we will announce our wedding and you
will give your two week notice. Since it wouldn't be proper for you to
work in my office you will become the proper upperclass housewife.
Juan, the houseboy will be given notice and a good reference. Since
you will be home all day. You will perform the duties of a proper
wife and homemaker. Girl will stay on as the maid and cook. I have
found some possible candidates for our two friends who are seeking
someone like you. I will control your time and movements, more so
than I have in the past. Charlene has given us this room for our
wedding night. Now let us enjoy the rest of our lives."

	My wedding night was more beautiful than I had ever imagined
or fantasized. Barbra and Charlene served us breakfast in bed the
next morning. Sex was better than I ever imagined as a male. The
girls commented that I glowed the next morning. Just before 1 PM, I
hugged Barbra, Charlene and Regina and boarded the airliner with my
Master. This trip was different in that I was dressed relatively
conservatively and wasn't required to flirt or tease the male
passengers. I spent almost the whole trip snuggled up against Master
Charles. When we got home, Jan hugged and kissed me with joy when she
saw my glow and the ring on my finger. That evening, Master gave Juan
his notice, a good recommendation and a job referral.

	On Monday morning, I officially gave notice. I worked Monday
while Master interviewed potential employees and Tuesday I trained my
replacement. All my friends at work ouuu'ed and ahhhh'ed my ring and
my marrying the boss. During lunch Tuesday, the girls at work gave me
my wedding shower. A little late but a lot of fun. Master even
laughed when he saw some of my gifts. A couple of filmy nighties, a
jar of vaseline, etc. He asked if I thought I would ever get to use
them.

	Wednesday morning, I fed Master his breakfast, saw him to the
door, knelt before him and kissed him good bye on his crotch. After
he left, I spent most of the day working with Juan, getting up to
speed doing his job and learning to cook with Jan. The next two weeks
were spent in the same fashion.

	After Juea'san final day, I did some of his job and part of Jan's.
But for all intents and purposes, I was under Jan's control and spent
the day nude except for my corset, panties, stockings and heels.
From this point on, only something special would see me wearing normal
clothing and without my stainless steel collar. At bedtime, I would
lock a chain to my collar. This chain was attached to Master's bed.
My bed was now on the floor beside Master's bed. If he wanted my
use, all he had to do was pull my head where it was needed.


	For the next several months, I saw what I went through. Cunt
(the boy) was used by Master Charles and Jan in every way. I felt
hurt. Master wasn't using me as very much. Less than when I was a
new slut. I was sleeping more in my own bed, such as it was. I was
getting almost no sexual satisfaction. I know, as a female slave I
have no right to expect sexual satisfaction. But damn it, I was
getting a lot more before my first trip to California. Cunt wasn't
allowed to know everything about me. (S)he thought I was fully
female. Cunt served me some, but very little. Mostly back rubs and
the like.

	Eight months after Master started her training, Cunt, aka
Margret was as female as she was going to get. It was time to
deliver. Cunt still thought I was a real female. Master had business
matters keeping him in town for another two weeks, so I took Margret
to LA. We both dressed slutty, her more so than me. After all I am a
married woman. We boarded the airliner, coach this time. The meal
was as bad as I imagined. Per Master's instructions, I had Margret
flirt with and tease the men. By the time we arrived in LA, Margret
had gotten several offers and three drinks. Barbra and Charlene met
us and took us home, after many hugs and kisses. Once there, I was
taken to my old room and Margret was put in the room next to mine. I
unpacked and then opened an envelope Charlene handed me.

	 "Slut,

	 For the next month, while I seek a new
	 candidate for transformation, you will work for
	 the girls. I know the last several months have
	 left you frustrated, so I think that a month of
	 outcall will mellow you out. As far as the money
	 is concerned,it will be the same deal as last
	 time. The money will be put in a trust fund for
	 you. The girls have suggested the early shift
	 dancing at the club and the late shift on outcall.
	 When the month is over, I will be there to
	 transfer Cunt to her new owner. You will NOT tell
	 her that. Then you and I will go home. Enjoy
	 your vacation.

	 Master Charles"

	We had a late lunch and then the girls took us to the club.
Once there, I went around to say hello to my friends while Margret was
told the new facts of life and given the tour. Regina was there
early, she hugged me and invited me to sit with her. I had to
decline, explaining that Master had given me to the girls for a month,
and I was expected to work. I also told her that Margret was like
myself and that Regina should try her out. Regina told me to go on
and get to work, she would play with me later and maybe she would try
the cunt out. In the dressing room, I saw the girls whipping Margret.
While I changed, I asked them what the problem was. Barbara told me
that Margret was refusing to believe Master's instructions and
refusing to work. I strutted up to Margret, grabbed a handful of her
hair and pulled her face up to mine.

	"Cunt, don't expect any mercy from me. You have been lording
Master's bedding of you over me for the last three months. I worked
here last year and I'm working here again. Because Master ordered it.
Now he wants you to work here and you will. And if you think the
girls are bad, there are some dykes here that make the girls look like
angels of mercy. And these dykes hate men, especially sissy boys. And
after they're done with you, I'll put you through all kinds of hell
for the shit you've done to me. And on top of that I'll convince
Master to sell you. Now get dressed, get your whore ass to work, obey
and smile."

	With that I spat in her face and slapped her. As I left to
start my sets, I saw her quickly dressing. While I was waiting
tables, she danced her first set. She was timid, slow and boring.
She was BAD. As she finished her second dance, Regina jumped onto the
stage and dragged her off kicking and screaming.

	"Cunt, everyone here knows who and what you are and why you are
here. You exist to serve and entertain your betters. Since you can't
dance we're going upstairs and find out what you can do. And I better
be entertained."

	Regina dragged Margret upstairs. She still hadn't come down
when it was time for me to leave to work outcall. That was schedule
for the week. So I didn't see Margret until the weekend.

	When I got up Saturday morning, I found Margret scrubbing the
hall floor on her hands and knees. When she saw me, she crawled over
to me, wrapped herself around my legs and cried her heart out. It
seemed that Regina was unhappy with her performance that first day and
whipped her on stage to everyone's surprise and enjoyment. The girls
then put her to work in their regular maid service during the day and
kept her in the dungeon at night. She looked like hell warmed over.
But knowing the girls, I pushed her away with a warning.

	"Get your lazy ass back to work. After all your shit, don't
expect any mercy from me. If you want to get out of this, you better
be pleasing to everyone. You brought this on yourself."

	As I turned to return to my room, I saw Charlene watching me.
When she caught my eye, she smiled and nodded at me. I didn't work at
the club on this weekend so I worked outcall all day until early
Monday morning.

	Monday afternoon, I was at the club dancing. While there, I
saw Margret in rags mopping the floor. When Regina entered, Margret
rushed to her and begged her forgiveness and to teach her to be a
better girl. With a we'll see, Regina put on a strap-on dildo over
her jeans and sat on the edge of the stage. She beckon Margret over
to her and pointed to the dildo. With tears in her eyes, Margret
knelt before Regina and started to take the plastic cock in her mouth.
Everything stopped. Everyone was watching Margret's humiliation and
devastation. Finally Regina pushed Margret off and pulled her up the
stairs. About an hour later, they came down and Tami took Margret out
back. Soon she was on stage dancing. Not great, but much better than
the first time. By the time I had to leave, she was beginning to fit
in. The next day, the customers were beginning to line up to use her.
I didn't see any more of her until Saturday morning. At breakfast,
Barbra told us we were leased for the weekend to an adult movie
producer. Bubba drove us to a warehouse in East LA after we finished
eating and changing. Once there, he turned us over to a large man
named Leo, along with our overnight bags. Inside Leo introduced us to
Paul the director of the film.

	With a call "Makeup", a girl came over, stripped us and then
redid our makeup. Our new costumes consisted of light blue panties
for Margret and black panties and a red corset for me. The set was a
fake bedroom. It was sparsely furnished having bare walls, a chest of
drawers and a large, heavy poster bed. Margret was tied spread eagle
to the posts at the foot of the bed, facing inward. Her part was to
act naturally. My part was a little deeper. I was to whip Margret
with a cat of nine tails until she was screaming, her ass and back
were welted and her panties were shredded.

	With the call "Action," I began. I started slowly and
gradually increased the speed and force of my strokes. Soon she was
crying. Her skin was slowly getting red.

	"Did you think I would let you get away with that shit? Well
did you Cunt? Well I'm not putting up with it any more. I'm going to
beat you until you understand who's number one here. You're going to
be one massive sore spot. A bleeding mess. And don't think your
crying and carrying on will make me go easier on you. Cause it
wouldn't."

	Her back was scarlet by now. Welts were starting to appear.
Margret was starting to scream, her panties were beginning to
tear. Shortly her panties were tatters. Her screams were becoming
louder and longer. Finally with one last gut wrenching scream, she
collapsed. I moved up to Margret, inspecting my work and felt the
marks and heat with my hand. With a smile on my lips, my comment was
"Excellent". At that point "Cut," finished the scene. The film was
completely filmed over the weekend. It was a SM/BD film with me as
Mistress (that was a stretch) and Margret as the new slave. Though
the film was mostly filled with torture, bondage, abuse, humiliation
and the like, there were a couple of scenes where I had Margret
service men sexually. By early Monday morning it was finished and Leo
turned us back over to Bubba along with an envelope. Once home, after
we cleaned up, we went straight to bed. We had gotten only about two
hours of sleep a night on the movie.

	The third week saw no change on my schedule. But Margret
alternated between dancing and outcall. Thursday we did a double.
Bubba drove us on to a movie lot and stopped at a trailer on one of
the back lots. as soon as I saw the trailer, I knew who we were
seeing. The actor met us at the door as we approached and gave me a
very warm hug and kiss. It was very public. Margret also got hugged
and kissed publicly. Inside we got down to business. Two hours later
as we were leaving, the actor asked if Master Charles might be
interested in selling Margret. Playing along, I told him I didn't
know but I would ask him and pass his offer on. In passing, I also
told him I would push to get her sold off because I was tired of
playing second fiddle to the Cunt.

	The third weekend was spent with Regina. I slept in her arms
every night. Margret was given to Regina's roommate at night. Linda
is a large woman, about 165 pounds and loved to take the top position.
She was a lot bigger than Margret. Margret didn't get much sleep.
During the day Margret was used and abused by Regina, Linda, a score
of Regina's friends and me. I was treated like one of them and
consoled on what that little home wrecker Margret had done to me. It
was fun being part of an all girl party.

	Monday was the start of the same old grind for me, while
Margret did a repeat of the previous week. However, Friday, we both
were taken to Bob's club by Charlene. Since I had been here before,
I knew the drill. Margret, once she found out about the clientele, was
terrified. I don't blame her. But by now, no one would believe that
she was a male. That part of her was completely gone. What Master
Charles didn't drive out, the girls eliminated. We did our sets until
it was time for me to work outcall. In Bob's office, Charlene had me
blow Bob and Don, then turned me over to Bubba. When I saw Margret
next, it was early morning at the house. Bubba had just dropped me
off and Charlene drove up behind me. Margret had worked until 4 AM and
then Charlene had her suck off every employee, male and female.

	Late Saturday morning, Barbra and I picked Master up at LA
International Airport. Boy was I happy to see him and it showed. We
drove to a small Italian restaurant and had a quiet lunch. From there
we drove to a small house in the Valley. There we were met by
Charlene and Margret. Us girls took Margret into the ladies room and
helped her change into a lovely white dress. When we came out Master
Charles was waiting with the actor. The actor handed Master an
envelope and received a legal document in return.

	"Cunt, I have sold you to this man. When I started training
you it was with this man in mind. You belong to him completely."

	Master then held out his arm to Margret, who took hold of it.
Then they walked to the living room. The girls and I followed as the
wedding march played. Waiting for us there was the actor and a
justice of the peace. The wedding ceremony was short. We had a short
reception and the JP left. About an hour later, Regina and several
other people arrived. The actor and Margret had their bonding
ceremony. Upon finishing, the actor took Margret's cherry to
everyone's delight. Well almost everyone. Margret wasn't too happy
about it.

	Master and I spent the night at the girls' house and flew back
home late the next morning. First class, thank you. The next week
was quiet until Master found the second candidate. He was small like
Margret, but of Italian descent so he had an oval face and olive
complexion. By the time Master was finished, Gina was an Italian
bombshell. Master spent more time on psychology so Gina accepted her
station much better than Margret.

	Before I knew it, it was time for our annual jaunt to LA.
Gina and I flew there coach and spent a month working for the girls.
For me it was almost a repeat of the year before. Except I made two
movies instead of one. The first was with Gina over the first
weekend. We had the same director, crew and set. I was dom and Gina
sub. My second movie was done the next weekend. It was a TV SM
movie. I was sub and a male and female were dom. That weekend, I was
whipped and fucked out of my mind. In fact, I couldn't work Monday.
The girls let me visit Margret one day. She was happy and accepted
her lot in life. The actor was a gentle master. He was really only
interested in a lover that was acceptable to the public.

	Finally when the month was over, Master arrived in LA to
transfer ownership of Gina to the bank president. Money and legal
documents changed hands, there was a wedding and a bonding ceremony
and Gina call a new man Master. Sunday afternoon saw us home in the
den. Master was in his favorite chair and I was kneeling before him
awaiting his command.

	"Slut, it's time we had a talk. We both have been busy. First
with Margret and then Gina. Now it has quieted down, we can relax a
little. I have ignored you some as I have trained the girls. It hurt
you, I know. They are the only transformations I will do. I have been
thinking it's time for you to have children. One definitely, two
maybe. I know you can't physically have children. And publicly you
are not barren. So to fix that a balloon will be implanted in your
tummy and slowly filled with water. Until you show and go full term.
We will not officially adopt. I have a young runaway downstairs in
the dungeon. I caught her breaking into the garage. I gave her a
choice. The cops and jail or become one of my special employees. She
took the latter. Girl and I have broken her until she became a
willing, wanton fucking machine. In about 6 months, sperm from you
and me will be used to impregnate her. When she delivers so will you.
All the documents will show the children as yours. After the
delivery, she will become the nanny and take care of the children.
When you are not busy serving me you will care for the children with
her assistance. She will be subordinate to you. Later she will
become your lady's maid. As for the children, I accept them as ours.
I accept the responsibility for them. I will be daddy, but I will not
do anything that upsets my lifestyle. No diapers, feeding, early
mornings, illness, etc. I will take all the joys of fatherhood, but
none of the problems. You and Bitch will deal with those. While Girl
is responsible for serving me, she will be available to assist you.
You will be a total woman, then." With that we had dinner.

	After dinner, Master took me downstairs and introduced me to
Bitch. We found her lieing, curled up in the corner of one of the
basement cells. When Master opened the cell door, she crawled on all
fours to his feet. She kissed his shoes and begged for mercy.

	"Well, Bitch, are you ready to serve and obey?"

	"Yes, Master."

	Master Charles ordered her to stand. As she stood up, I saw
her completely for the first time. Despite the fact she was filthy
dirty, she was beautiful. She was a mirror image of Lucy on the TV
show 'Dallas'. Long, blonde, wavy hair, baby fat and pneumatic.
Except for a few welts on her ass, her skin was unmarked in any way.

	"Bitch, meet your Mistress. Cunt is my wife, therefore she is
your Mistress. You will obey her a you do me. She calls me Master
because she is also my slave. She is the number one slave in this
house. You two will be working very closely together from now on."

	For the next few months, Master, Jan and I worked on her
training. Bitch (who we also called Lucy). Finally a doctor, who was
a good friend of Master Charles (he had done my surgery) took sperm
samples from Master and myself. Upon mixing them, he then impregnated
Lucy. The following week, upon confirmation that Lucy was indeed
pregnant, I had a balloon implanted in my tummy. For the next nine
months, Lucy was weighted every other day. Her weight gain was
computed and an equal amount of weight was added to my tummy. The
last couple months, we both were huge. The doctor confirmed that Lucy
was carrying twins. A boy and a girl. It was a tough pregnancy for
Lucy. After delivery, Master was passing out cigars left and right
like any proud father. But true to his word, he left all the dirty
details to Lucy and me.

	It has been three years since then. The children have become
less work, but they are still a lot of work. They accept me as their
mother and Master as daddy. Lucy is accepted as nanny. Master
Charles relishes his role as daddy and is very proud of his children.
A DNA test after their birth showed that the boy is a product of
Master's sperm and the girl a product of mine. I sleep in Master's
bed almost every night since after the twin's first birthday. Master
is happy with his two children, though he has said that he will not
impregnate Lucy again. I am writing this as I sit in the children's
nursery while they nap. Master Charles has ordered me to write this
story in my own words. Overall I am happy with my life now. What do
I miss? I don't miss anything about my life before I met Master.
However I do miss the girls and working in their club and working
outcall. Those thing really got my motor running. What's in the
future? I really don't know. Master Charles has told me to expect to
live out my days as an upper class suburban wife and mother. Master
allows me to visit the neighbors and be on committees. I suspect that
He has made arrangements for me for when He dies. I don't know what
they are and have no clues to what they may be.

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