Chapter 18
Chrissie looks forward to getting deballed
Kate and I watched the video of Magic Mike in bed later that night or to
be more accurate, Kate watched the video on her laptop while I licked her
well used pussy. I could sense that she was having a hormonal rush at the
same time my careful attention brought her to an orgasm.
It is strange having a relationship with a woman I’ll never be able to
have sex with, particularly when sex is her livelihood. I know Kate has
been a hooker for ten years and simple mathematics tells me that she’s
had sex with thousands of real men during that time who have pumped their
semen into the very pussy I worship. She is used to being wanted and
desired by men who are the complete opposite of me: alpha males with
needs that their wives could never fulfil. She is the woman of their
fantasies. Tall, lithe and stunningly attractive, Kate wears her uniform
of stockings, heels and suspender belts as if she was born to be an
erotic fantasy for men. What she sees in me is beyond me. I’ll admit that
I’m a good copy of a woman. Except for what’s left of my prick and tiny
testicles, I pass for a petite blonde with an innocent look. Now with my
34B breasts my transformation from a man to a sissy t-girl is complete
and there’s no going back.
Lots of hot cum has been shot into my sissy pussy too but I am a novice
compared to Kate. My emotions are complex. I don’t consider myself to be
gay but I have sex with men for money five days a week, or to be honest,
alpha males use me as their kinky sex toy to get their rocks off and I
get my fix by submitting to their demands. It helps that I am pumped full
of female hormones that rush through me in wave after wave when I feel
most submissive.
Kate and I don’t have a normal relationship because neither of us would
ever fit into that traditional mould. She is my owner and I am her
property. It’s the only relationship in which she can feel secure. For me
it’s natural. I have basically been under the domination of strong women
my entire life and Kate isn’t the only one who currently has a hold on
me. There’s also Tracie, the nurse who pumps me full of female hormones
and has also tailored a course of d**gs for Kate. Before that there was
my mommy, then my soon to be ex-wife, Heidi, and finally, Helen, the
woman who really transformed me from a wimpy cuckold into a sissy.
I gave Kate’s pussy one last lick before I moved up and lay at her side.
Kate had closed the laptop and put it on the side of the bed. Her face
was flushed from the combination of her recent orgasm and the hormonal
rush she was still experiencing.
"Has anyone else asked you to lick their cock clean after they have had
you?" she asked with a hint of a smile on her face.
"No, but I have only been working as a hooker for a couple of weeks," I
replied. "Most of them seem sort of ashamed after they have climaxed and
can’t wait to get out of the room. I think they worry that they have
committed a homosexual act after they are done with me."
"Maybe you should offer to do the same thing you did with Mike with every
client you see," said Kate. "Better yet, here is what I want you to do
after every man you see climaxes. After they get up and are thinking of
getting dressed, I want you to drop to your knees in front of them and
take their prick in your hand and then say let me clean this up for you.
Be as careful and do as thorough a job as you did with Mike. When you are
done, give it a kiss on the helmet and then smile up innocently and ask
if they need to pee. If they say yes, then open wide and once the stream
of urine gets steady then lock your lips around the head so not a drop
spills out. If they say no, I want you to look up at them and put on a
little pout and ask them if they are sure they don’t need to. If they say
they don’t just smile and say maybe next time."
"I think they will understand then what a submissive bitch you are," Kate
added. "I think when you start adding that little extra service you will
get a lot more regular customers and they will learn that they can push
your limits. I’ve also decided that we should get your little testicles
snipped off. They are sort of redundant anyway and it’s just one more
piece of your manhood that should be removed. Would you be upset by
that?"
"Not at all but it would be really nice if the surgeon allowed you to do
the snip," I replied. "I’d like you to keep them."
"I wonder what I could do with them," said Kate with a giggle. "I wonder
if they dried out I could have them gold plated and make them into
earrings. Then every time you looked at me you would be reminded where
your manhood went."
My dreams weren’t as erotically intense as they were the night before,
which is probably because the hormone shot Tracie gave me is beginning to
wear off. I woke up earlier than anyone, slipped on a short satin
bathrobe and sneaked downstairs barefoot to make coffee. I had almost
forgotten that Paul, mommy’s husband, had been banished to a cot in the
kitchen while she shared the guest bedroom with her latest lover, Luke. I
opened the door and saw that he was still asl**p but had cleaned the
kitchen thoroughly after cooking and serving dinner last night to mommy
and her boyfriend. I lowered my granny knickers and carefully peeled off
the sanitary pad I had to wear all night long. That little sound caused
Paul to open his eyes and stare with wonder at me.
"What is that?" he asked. "I finally figured out that you are a t-girl
but that didn’t mean you are a real woman who gets periods. Why do you
have to wear a pad?"
"I wish I didn’t have to," I said with an embarrassed laugh. "It’s just
because all the cum and lube leaks out of my sissy pussy all evening and
it would soak my panties if I didn’t wear a pad. This is far more
comfortable. It usually stops in the morning."
"This is so surreal it is driving me crazy," he said, sitting up on the
cot and shaking his head. "I am sl**ping in the kitchen like some
domestic slave, serving my wife and her lover dinner and then, when I
finally get an appointment at the brothel and pay them £500 for a half
hour with the woman I married, she tells me that we can’t have sex yet
because I am not a regular customer and I can’t be a regular customer
until I have at least three appointments with her."
"I’m not going to go into what sort of disgusting thing she made me do to
her," Paul added. "I’m sure she’ll want to do the same thing this morning
after Luke leaves and she’ll probably make me thank him again for taking
care of her sexual needs."
"I have this nurse I know that might be able to help you," I said. "I’m
going to have her come over tonight to give me some medicine and she just
might be able to give you something to even yourself out. Let me talk to
her today."
"That would be really nice of you," Paul said. "I think I have been rude
to both you and your friend Kate. I’m sorry about that. She is a lovely
woman and very frank about her life."
"Kate thinks there’s nothing wrong with being a hooker," I said. "She’s
used to walking around wearing almost nothing and doesn’t mind men ogling
her. I also don’t think you should be upset that mommy is working as a
prostitute. Think how many men pay a lot of money to screw her? You
should be proud that’s she’s found a career and has become such a success
at it."
"I just didn’t expect this when I left Sydney the other day," Paul said.
"I’ll get used to it but if that nurse could give me something to ease
out the bumps then it would a great help."
"Oh I think she has a concoction that will do that," I said, smiling to
myself. "By tomorrow you’ll be a different person."
Just then Kate opened the door to the kitchen and waltzed in wearing
nothing except the tattoo that graced her beautiful ass. I began to make
coffee while I could see Paul studying Kate’s body out of the corner of
my eye with a surprised expression.
"Excuse me Kate," Paul said. "That tattoo you have on your bum looks
exactly like the tattoo my wife has and it’s in the same spot. Why is
that?"
"Let me show you something," Kate said with a laugh while she lifted my
robe and pulled my panties down. "Chrissie was inked in the same spot. We
are wearing the initials of our pimp and it means we work for him only.
Your wife had to get the same tattoo. Most of the girls are real proud of
it."
"That’s like a brand," Paul said. "That’s what ranchers do to their
cattle to show that they own them. Does that mean he owns you?"
"Exactly," said Kate. "It is a mark of ownership. We are his until we are
deemed to be worthless. It means that Chrissie, your wife and I can’t
stop working as a hooker unless someone buys us out of the contract."
"I could buy my wife out, I have plenty of money," Paul exclaimed. "I
could go and talk to this pimp today and work out a deal."
"I don’t think mommy wants to stop being a hooker," I said. "I think she
is really happy and having so many men pay to use her is a big ego boost
for her."
After I made coffee we went to the living room and sat on the sofa, to
the sound of mommy and Luke going at it in the guest bedroom. This time
they hadn’t even bothered to close the door, so the gasps, moans and the
occasional slap on the ass echoed throughout the house.
"I think it would be a nice surprise if you made coffee for Luke and your
wife and brought it up to the bedroom after he is finished screwing her
brains out," Kate suggested to Paul. "I think you got off on the wrong
foot with him yesterday and it would be a nice gesture to show him how
grateful you that he is taking care of her needs so well."
"I suggested to Paul that I could call Tracie and have her bring over
some medicine for him tonight," I said to Kate, giving her a discreet
wink. "He needs something to settle him down until he gets adjusted to
things."
"That’s a spectacular idea," Kate said to me with a glint in her eye. "We
might as well hop in the shower while those two are going at it. It
sounds like they are only getting started."
After being served Kate’s golden nectar right from the tap we showered,
towelled off and dried our hair and were dressed and downstairs within
half an hour. Kate had brought over a suitcase of her clothes and
lingerie last night and hung them in the wardrobe in the master bedroom.
She dressed conservatively in a brown tweed skirt which was two inches
about the knee and a cream silk blouse. I chose a shorter black leather
skirt and a matching black knit top. When we came back downstairs Mommy
and Luke were being served coffee by Paul as they chatted together on the
sofa.
"You both look lovely," mommy exclaimed when she saw us. "You look like
you are advertising agency executives or senior bankers, not slutty
hookers."
"Looks are only skin deep," Kate said with a laugh. "Chrissie and I are
off to get manicures. We’ll see you later at work."
Two hours later my freshly manicured hand was holding my first client’s
soiled cock while I was kneeling beneath him. "Let me clean it," I said,
smiling up at him.
I licked his shrinking shaft just like I did with Mike yesterday and then
concentrated on the head, slurping as my tongue cleaned all the lube, cum
and my own waste from it. When I was finally sure it was spotlessly clean
I kissed the head of it delicately.
"Do you have to pee?" I asked my client with an innocent smile on my
face, knowing perfectly well he had already surmised where he could empty
his bladder, if he chose.
"Not right now," he replied while he looked down at me with a superior
look.
"Are you sure you don’t have to?" I asked, with a pouting face.
"Oh, alright then," he said with a wicked laugh. "Open wide and don’t
spill a drop."
I did just as Kate instructed and, as soon as the stream became steady
and f***eful, I locked my lips around the head of his prick and let it
flow right into me. When he was finished, I opened my mouth widely and
used my hand to shake the last bits of pee between my lips.
"You must like coffee just as much as I do," I said, noting the strong
flavour of his piss. "That was my first cup of recycled coffee for the
day."
"You’ll be having that regularly from now on," he said with a derisive
laugh. "I have never had a bitch as dirty as you before. That isn’t going
to be the last time I empty my bladder into your mouth."
It’s funny how words can affect me now, and the way men look at me after
they have had me. When I heard the words ‘dirty bitch’ and saw the
contempt he had for me in his eyes, the hormonal rush that ran through me
almost made me faint. I could barely keep it together while he dressed
and tossed his tip on the bed but I did manage to give him a sparkling
smile as he gave me one last look before closing the door.
Not all of the clients took the opportunity to use me as a human toilet
that day but a lot of them did and, as a result, I found myself peeing
far more often than normal. Somehow I sensed that Kate’s advice was
correct and it was worth having the discomfort of a stomach full of piss
sloshing around inside me. Cleaning the men with my tongue after they had
used me was the ultimate form of degradation but having them empty their
bladders or just offering that service took it a big step further and
captivated the men who used me. For me, the humiliation of it all
triggered rush after rush of hormones.
After the work day was over and Kate joined me in my room and allowed me
to lick her pussy clean and I swallowed all the globs of cum she pushed
from inside her, I thanked her for the advice and told her that at least
six or seven of my clients had taken advantage of my offer and all loved
that I licked them clean after they used me.
"They won’t feel conflicted anymore about doing what they did with
someone who was not born a woman," Kate said as she held me. "They’ve
never been with someone as submissive as you and that’s all they will
remember and that’s why they’ll be coming back. Even the men who didn’t
piss in your mouth will be back."
"I can’t wait to watch the tapes of those sessions," she added. "We are
going to try other things in the future too. I just haven’t thought of
what sort of erotic twist we can add, but I’ll think of something."
"I have to call Tracie and see if she can come over tonight," I said,
suddenly recalling the promise I made to mommy’s husband this morning.
"And I have to tell her about Paul."
"Don’t worry, I had a cancellation today and I called her and told her
all about Paul," Kate said. "We both need another shot tonight too. She
is coming at 7:00 pm. Do you want to go out to dinner afterwards?"
"I’ve invited Tracie to join us," she added. "I want to get some advice
about your snip. I want to know who the best surgeon is to do it and if
they’ll let me do the final cut and if I can keep them."
"I really feel kind of honoured you want them," I said, feeling a wave of
affection. "It’s kind of strange that I can’t remember why I was once so
protective of them. It’s not like they ever did me a lot of good."
"You’ll look a lot better when they are gone," Kate reassured me. "I am
never going to let anyone take away that little prick of yours, though.
It’s so cute and I like touching it. It is the least threatening cock I
have ever seen in my life."
I showered at the brothel and went to the back room and changed into my
street clothes after changing out of my lace underwear and putting on my
cotton granny knickers with the pad attached. I wondered what the effects
of drinking so much urine would have on me since that looked like it was
going to be a big part of my working life now. That’s another question I
could throw at Tracie while we are having dinner together. I started
drinking mommy’s pee at 13 and it didn’t seem to affect me but now I have
ratcheted it up and still had a belly full of it.
Kate, mommy and I caught a taxi home just in time to meet Tracie at the
door. Once inside, mommy had Paul make us all tea which we drank in the
living room while Tracie quizzed us about how our treatments were
working. While Paul was in the kitchen Tracie asked mommy what sort of
behavioural modification she wanted to impose upon her husband.
"I know you won’t chemically castrate him like Helen did with Chrissie,"
mommy said. "But I want his jealousy thing completely destroyed and for
him to accept Luke as his natural superior and to be happy to serve him.
He resents the fact that Luke sl**ps with me and he has to stay in the
kitchen at night and sl**p on a cot and I can see he gets angry after he
hears me making love in the morning."
"I’ll jack him up with a double dose of oestrogen but be prepared,"
Tracie said with a sinister smile. "He’ll be a bit disorientated in the
morning so take it easy on him and tell him to take naps during the day.
In a week or so the treatment will really kick in and you’ll have a
perfect sissy maid. Unfortunately he is too old to grow breasts but he
will change physically a bit."
"How do you mean?" mommy asked. "Will it be reversible?"
"You have to decide that after a couple of weeks," Tracie replied. "Now
that you have been whored out it’s not like you really need your husband
to be your sexual partner. If you neuter him then he will be much easier
to control."
"Oh, I guess you’re right," mommy replied. "It’s a shame in a way but
I’ll trust your judgement."
When Paul returned to the room Tracie took him upstairs, ostensibly to
counsel him and give him a little injection to calm his frayed nerves.
When they both returned, mommy gave him a reassuring smile and he seemed
happy enough. Then Kate and I went up to the bedroom with Tracie and I
was asked to bend over and lift my skirt and lower my panties. I was
given two shots in my bum and then Kate took hold of my testicles while I
was on all fours on the bed with my ass in the air.
"I’ve done some research and I know doing the snip is quite easy," Kate
said to Tracie. "But aesthetically I would like the ball sac removed at
the same time he is castrated. I want it to be smooth and look like he
was born without any testicles."
"That’s going to mean some stitches and some recovery time," Tracie
replied. "It can be a day procedure but he will feel some pain. I can
arrange it for this Friday evening, after you get off work, and he should
be up and running by Monday morning."
"That sounds good," Kate said with a giggle. "Maybe I should take him out
Thursday night for a going away party for his balls."
"They’re kind of pointless now anyway," Tracie said, joining in the
laughter. "I’ll talk to the surgeon and make sure you will do the final
cut. I’m going to be there myself filming it."
"That’s cool," said Kate. "We can sell the video to some of our more
twisted clients."
After Kate got her injections we went downstairs and mommy assumed the
pose and got two shots in her bum. Now all of us were basically under
Tracie’s hormonal control and our relationship was turning more into a
friendship than a power exchange. It wasn’t what I expected at all and I
was surprised that we all seemed to get along together.
Kate, Tracie and I went out to dinner at a local bistro. We basically
limited ourselves to chattering about our clients and the strange sexual
kinks they had, which fascinated Tracie. Eventually I had to broach the
subject which was weighing on my mind, but I waited until we had coffee
to bring the matter up.
"At Kate’s suggestion I’ve added a few extras to the services I provide
the clients who see me," I said to Tracie in a low voice. "To put it
simply, I clean them up after they cum in me with my tongue and then I
sort of offer them the chance to pee in my mouth afterwards. It’s not
like every guy wants to do that but about six or seven of them did it to
me today and I think when they become more comfortable about it more of
them will do it. I’m a bit worried about it, though. I sort of felt like
I was full of piss all day and it’s all I could taste in my mouth."
"First of all, pee is completely sterile," Tracie said, patting my hand
reassuringly. "Opinion is divided but a lot of people think there are
great health benefits associated with drinking urine and some claim it is
an elixir that can cure illnesses. The only downside I think is the
sodium content. You might get a little bloated and get thirsty at the end
of the day but you’ll get used to it. As far as licking your own
excrement off your client’s cocks, that’s no problem at all. Let’s see
how you are next week. You might see some positive health benefits from
it. Everyone knows that cum is healthy and women who are regularly fucked
or give blowjobs actually stay younger looking longer, as long as they
swallow. Do you suck off any of your clients to completion?"
"Not really," I replied. "I do suck them to make them hard and I suppose
I get to taste their precum but they all want to take me in my sissy
pussy in the end. I do enjoy giving blowjobs."
"Maybe Kate can take you somewhere on the weekends to suck off a few
guys," Tracie said, giving my hand a squeeze. "Too bad you’re going to be
recovering this weekend. Are you looking forward to being deballed?"
"I can’t wait," I said with a smile. "Kate said that she will keep them
and maybe dry them out and coat them in gold and make them into
jewellery."
"We’ll get them freeze dried over the weekend," Tracie said with a smile.
"And Monday morning she can get them plated and wear them on a necklace
or as earrings. Would you like that?"
"Wow, that would be great," I said as a genuine smile of happiness spread
across my face.