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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He worked, she didn't need to. Our morning ritual consisted of us meeting in the walk in shower at 7am. Slave would then lather and wash both of us. Shave what needed to be shaved, then he'd leave to get ready for work. Most of the time Mistress and I would linger in the rainforest shower a little longer, tenderly touching and kissing each other.
Every so often, she'd take my cock and guide me into her, for me to fuck her from behind up against the wall. These were the only times i fucked her in male mode, and she was always silent and allowed me to fuck her vigorously, placing my hand on her hair encouraging me to pull on it, or around her neck, and squeezing my hand, to indicate that this was what she wanted. I lived for my intimate morning showers.
We would then both breakfast in bath robes, after which, the daily make up and dressing ritual would begin. Sometimes, I'd be a slut, sometimes, if she wanted me to accompany her shopping, a pretty girl. I was dead nervous the first time I went out dressed, but she reassured me how natural I looked, and I realised that the only looks we got were admiring ones as we skipped around the department stores. She did all the talking, as I was embarrassed by my voice, even though Mistress said it was higher than most men's. The first time we were chatted up was in the champagne bar at Selfridges. Two very suave Middle Eastern gentlemen, sat next to us and insisted we shared their stupidly expensive bottle of Krug. Their eyes were all over the both of us, and they tried their hardest to entice us to spend the afternoon with them. We declined, but Mistress did take their number and promised she'd call. I got a huge confidence boost from that. The knowledge that men found me attractive as a woman and not just a petty boy with a cock, boosted me incredibly.
After a few weeks or so of fun, where we had done things I never thought I'd do, I said that I needed to look for work, not only to contribute to rent and the bills, but just to have some cash of my own, as I'd depleted most of my savings whilst traveling.
Mistress said I didn't need to, she was independently wealthy and slave earned a small fortune. However, when I insisted, she said that she had an idea. She suggested that seeing as I loved sex so much, that she would put the word out in her tight circle of friends that either sub Vikki or Mistress Victoria was available for hire.
She said I could easily command £500 For the night, and some of the high-rollers would pay £1000 without blinking. She said that I could keep it all, she didn't want me to contribute to the household, but at least I'd have some money of my own. The thought both horrified and excited me in equal measure, and in my youthful exuberance, said yes immediately.
Another week passed, every night, slave would get in from work, strip and get into his pinny and cook for us. Every night, we did something deliciously rude. Sometimes just the three of us, sometimes, Mistress' friends would arrive for dinner and debauchery. People of all backgrounds and with diverse fetishes. I would fuck, be fucked, spank, be spanked. I was the house maid, Mistress, slut, stud, whatever Mistress commanded.
My favourite night was when Dawn would arrive and we'd all serve Mistress. I was incredibly attracted to Dawn and I loved Domming her. I was in heaven when i'd have Dawn tied naked over the spanking bench, fucking one of her tight holes and Mistress would be using her strap-on on me. Every delicious thrust she made, went through me into Dawn. Mistress pulling me into her by my neck, me pulling Dawn into me, by pulling her hair. So often we'd come in unison, or whomever hadn't cum as finished off by the expert tounge and mouth of Slave.
Every day was a dream.
One morning after breakfast, Mistress was more excited tan normal, she announced that I was going to be slutty today and that she'd bought me a new outfit. She dressed me in the most gorgeous white leather basque, accompanied with white stockings and high heels. My hair had grown out by now and I no longer needed her wigs, it wasn't long, but shoulder length and I looked pretty when she set it right.
The make up was sluttier and heavier than normal, and I felt her excitement as she was busily readying me. She wouldn't tell me what was going on, but I knew it was going to be something big.
She kept looking at her watch, and once she was happy with me, we went downstairs. She handed me a short pvc coat which just covered my stocking tops, and told me that a driver was coming to take me to a meet. At the meet there would be a couple of gentlemen. I was to be in submissive mode and do everything they ask of me.
I immediately started shaking and felt dizzy, Mistress held me and said that it'd be ok and this was the pocket money we'd talked about weeks before. Before I could protest further, the doorbell rang. Dreamily, I answered it and there was a chauffeur in full uniform, with his arm out to take mine.
Mistress gave me a long lingering kids, patted my bum and gently, but forcefully , pushed me out of the door.
I took the chauffeur's arm and walked the few meters to his waiting white Bentley. He opened the door, ushered me into the white leather interior, strapped me in, then placed a blindfold over my eyes , shut the door, got in and started the engine. Calm classical music was playing and i felt the car accelerate and turn into the Hampstead traffic.
I was petrified, yet felt exhilaration at what might happen to me. My first foray into being a high class whore. I wondered who these men were, what they would expect for their money. What kind of filthy things I'd have to do for them. I felt myself harden in my white silk panties as the car purred through the London streets.
To be continued... |