Chapter 10
Chrissie licks mommy clean again and again
My mother called out to me as she entered Helen’s apartment through the
front door, which I was not allowed to use. I was consigned to the
service entrance at the back of the apartment, as most servants were in
Victorian England. In the 21st century it was rare to have a maid in
London, let alone an indentured sissy maid that, not only waited on her
mistress hand and foot, but worked during the daytime as a t-girl
prostitute for the sole financial benefit of his owner. It was a fate I
was led into over three years ago when my wife, Heidi, became
increasingly irritated with my fits of jealousy and envy over her many
lovers. She took me to her friend and doctor, Helen, who chemically
castrated me temporarily and, recognising my feminine potential, put me
on a strong course of oestrogen treatment. The weekly shots became
addictive. The hot hormonal rushes were what I lived for and I became
putty in Helen’s hands. Eventually the inevitable happened. My wife met
her match and is now carrying his c***d and I have been consigned to
Helen’s oversight. She’s a much harsher taskmaster than Heidi ever was
and will not be satisfied unless I am completely under her will.
I don’t blame Heidi for her behaviour. She married a man who was unable
to give her what she needed sexually and Helen fixed that by making me a
eunuch. She eventually reversed that process but it was too late. The
d**gs she gave me to temporarily chemically castrate me were overcome by
the oestrogen treatment that eventually buried my manhood completely.
My transformation was gradual. I resisted my feminine nature at first and
then gradually discarded my male wardrobe and adopted a more androgynous
look. For a few years I looked only partially feminine and dressed in
flats, leggings, yoga tops and let my blonde hair grow out to shoulder
length, highlighting it with platinum streaks. I no longer had to shave
my face but I did shave my legs and under my arms and two years ago had
my Adam’s apple removed. I had the breast implant operation less than two
weeks ago which is why mommy came up from Sydney to take care of me. Now
I look completely feminine, except for the tiny cock I still retain and
the two tiny testicles that hang tightly below it. At 30 years old I now
wear skirts, blouses, dresses and heels and I have had my ears pierced.
It helps that I am slim and petite and the gradual hormonal change in my
body tightened my waist and broadened my hips giving me a nice feminine
look.
To be honest, I am a much better sissy than I was ever a man. Much of
that has to do with the unusual relationship mommy and I developed after
I spied her cuckolding my father with my uncle when I was just 13 years
old. She knew I had seen her and in a ploy to permanently silence me she
brought me to her bed shortly thereafter and took off my clothes and
snuggled next to me. Rather than do what any normal red bl**ded teenage
boy would do, I insisted on going down on her and licking her lover’s
semen from her pussy and then bringing her to a strong climax with my
tongue. That set the tone for the 12 year relationship we would have. It
is a story of my self-degradation and utter devotion and female
empowerment. I fell under her power and, in so doing, liberated her to be
the vibrant, beautiful woman she is today. The things we did together
would be considered sick by today’s societal standards but we did them at
my insistence and, despite mommy’s initial resistance to satisfy my
submissive cravings, she grew to enjoy them more than I did.
The daily whippings she gave me with the riding crop I bought her took
her time to begin to enjoy but she grew to relish the sight of the welts
she made when she brought the crop down hard on my ass. The ritual
morning cup of her golden nectar that she watched me drink with devotion
became a daily necessity in her life and affirmed my commitment to her.
She grew to love the feel of my tongue as it licked her rosebud clean
every day and sometimes would insist I would continue until she used her
fingers to bring herself to a climax. As the relationship grew, and after
my father passed away, she began to cultivate my feminine side. As we
were both slight and were the same clothes and shoe size, I only wore my
male clothes when I had to go out of the house. We eventually had sex
together although she made it clear right from the start that she needed
other lovers and I could not ultimately satisfy her. Although it was an
honest and inadvertent admission on her part, it forever instilled in me
a sense of sexual inadequacy.
At 25 years old I felt my life was spinning out of control as mommy and I
became ever more reclusive and our asymmetrical relationship grew even
stronger. I had a gender crisis and tried to reclaim my own masculinity.
It was ultimately a mistake to run off to Africa and to marry a woman who
made it clear from the start that she was not prepared to give up her
other lovers. Given that I was actually shorter than Heidi it was easy
for her to become the more powerful figure in the relationship and set
her terms for our marriage. The fact that she required other lovers only
reaffirmed the feeling of sexual deficiency that I already felt. I
surrendered to her wishes and allowed her to take new lovers when we
moved back to the UK, whilst promising her I would be faithful to my
marriage vows. We only actually made love a few times and that was in the
beginning of our relationship. After our wedding she made it clear that I
was not sexually attractive to her.
Being a cuckold is a humiliating vocation. Having men walk all over you
while they service the woman you love without a responsibility in the
world grounds down all remnants of self-respect. I grew tired of the smug
looks I got when I was walking arm and arm with a woman her lovers only
considered to be a convenient fuck, someone who would do the things their
wives would never consider and didn’t expect anything in return.
Now at least I can feel pride in being a beautiful facsimile of a woman
and knowing that real men pay good money to use my body for their
pleasure. Granted, I know I cater to a kink they have and as soon as they
placed their seed in me they banish me from their minds. They need to
dominate me and I need to submit to their superiority. With a t-girl all
pretences of foreplay are put aside. Why bother trying to stimulate
someone who has given up their sexuality? Tomorrow will be my third day
on the job and knowing that the oestrogen injection I just paid Tracie
for will be working its magic throughout my body and making me moan with
pleasure each time I am thrust into is actually something I am
anticipating with pleasure. Tracie, a nurse who works in Helen’s clinic
and who harbours a deep resentment towards her, humiliated me in the back
of Helen’s apartment building before she made me bend over and plunged
the hypodermic needle in my ass. She saw the cum soaked sanitary pad in
my knickers and the tattoo with Derek’s initials that signifies to the
world that I have been consigned to him until I had outlived my value. He
is the pimp Helen has chosen to control me. Tracie has seen me come in to
the clinic she works at every week for the past three years and witnessed
firsthand my gradual transformation from a man to a submissive sissy. She
now realises that I am essentially only a valuable piece of property
owned by a woman she loathes. My freewill has been willingly surrendered
to someone she seems to hate with a vengeance.
I know why mommy’s voice has a lilt to it as she calls my name and
searches the apartment for me. She was seduced by Helen last night and
this very afternoon she had been taken by Derek. Kate, the matron of the
brothel I work in, let me listen at the door to my mother’s moans and the
sound of the occasional slap Derek gave her ass as he drove into her. He
is the man that took away my virginity under the watchful and calculating
eyes of Helen, who I suspect had conspired behind my back to get him to
sample my wares and decide if I was worthy enough to work for him.
Mommy likely intends to use this time before Helen arrives to bring me
into my servant’s quarters at the back of the house and avidly watch me
lick her cum soaked pussy clean, like I have done hundreds of times in
the past. It is part of a trinity of devotional acts that were a ritual
of our former relationship and now have been rekindled. Drinking her pee,
cleaning her beautiful rosebud with my tongue and licking her used pussy
were the three things bonded us together every day.
When mommy finds me in the kitchen and takes my arm and leads me to my
small bedroom, lowers her knickers and raises her skirt before she lies
back on the bed I go to my knees on the floor and use my hands to spread
the folds of her vagina and willingly lap up the combination of her
juices and Derek’s spent semen. Then I gently roll my tongue on her
clitoris and bring her to a powerful climax. I feel like I have regressed
to the comfort of c***dhood as she wraps her lithe thighs around my head
tightly when she peaks and then slowly parts them letting me smell the
scent of the pussy I lost my heterosexual virginity to.
"That must have tasted familiar," mommy joked as she hiked up her panties
and smoothed down her skirt and gave me a look as I stood up wearing my
black maid’s dress which had my name embroidered in white thread just
above my breast. "You better wipe your mouth and put some new lipstick on
or Helen will come back and think something is up."
"It’s so strange seeing you walk around the brothel all day only wearing
suspenders, stockings, knickers and heels and then to come home and see
you looking like a perfect servant with your hair in a ponytail," mommy
added. "You look like quite a slut in the day and in the evening you look
virginal."
I did as suggested and went into the tiny bathroom adjacent to my bedroom
and put new lipstick on and smoothed my opaque tights which had become
bunched up after kneeling by the bed. Even a pair of small sized tights
were often too big for me and I had to pull them up almost above my waist
to keep them looking tight.
"Are you planning on changing jobs and becoming one of the working girls
instead of the receptionist?" I asked mommy, who at 55 was still
stunningly attractive and married to a much younger and rich man who now
waited for her return to Sydney.
"You don’t need the money," I added. "You only started there when I did
two days ago and you see how busy it is. I haven’t had time for lunch or
a break yet."
"I know Chrissie," she replied. "I don’t know if you realise it but you
had 14 appointments today. No wonder you don’t have time for lunch."
"Derek said he is losing two girls this month," mommy added. "They’re
getting married to clients and he thinks I would be a mature alternative.
Lots of younger men have fantasies about mature women just like they have
fantasies about t-girls. He made it sound so attractive that I finally
said yes and he said I could start tomorrow."
"I suppose all the money you will make will go to Helen," I said with an
exasperated voice. "You don’t have to serve her too. It’s enough for me
to do it."
"Oh, I don’t care about the money," mommy said with a gleam in her eye.
"I did it so we could spend more time together. Helen has agreed to let
us have Saturday and Sunday off if I work for Derek so that means on the
weekend we can go together to your house and have some fun together."
"Anyway, it makes me jealous that you are getting all the attention,"
mommy added. "Knowing that men will pay for me is the biggest ego boost I
could get. And just think how I will need you to clean me at the end of
the day. We’ll lock ourselves in a room together after 6:00 and you can
use your skills to make sure that all that nasty cum is out of my pussy."
The thought of doing that to mommy every day sent an erotic shock through
my body bringing on a little hormonal rush. I could see mommy study my
face as my forehead became wet with perspiration and my breathing became
a bit laboured. She slipped her hand underneath my dress and rubbed my
tiny cock and balls through the pantyhose, granny knickers and the
sanitary pad I was wearing. I couldn’t make my little thing hard anymore
but it felt wonderful when it was touched, particularly by mommy’s
fingers. I wished I had my stockings and suspender on and she could push
aside the delicate knickers I wore at work and could put her fingers
directly on my shrunken dick.
"That really gets you off, doesn’t it?" mommy playfully asked. "You can’t
wait to get your tongue in my dirty pussy and make it clean just like you
did when you were a boy. You must have lapped up gallons of both of your
uncles’ cum when you were a teenager and I loved forcing your head down
there to do it. I loved that you did what no other son would consider
doing. I loved the feeling of power that gave me. Other boys were out
playing games and dating girls but you would come home every day right
after school and lick my pussy clean."
Worried about not being at the door to meet Helen when she came home, I
gently nudged mommy’s hand and indicated with a nod of the head that we
should leave the room. She joined me in the kitchen and I poured her a
glass of white wine while she sat on a stool and watched me peer at the
food in the refrigerator and consider what I should prepare the women for
dinner.
"I don’t think you have to worry about making us dinner," mommy said. "I
am going to invite Helen out to celebrate my new job. I would invite you
too but I get the feeling that I’m not supposed to do that. You can make
something for yourself to eat in the kitchen and have a glass of wine and
relax."
"What does your new job mean for your marriage?" I asked mommy. "Your
husband won’t be too happy to know that his wife is now a whore."
"He’ll get over it once he flies up here and finds out," she said with a
mischievous grin. "I think it will come as a little shock to him that he
will have to call the brothel, make an appointment to have sex with his
wife and then pay for the privilege of it. Just because he’s my husband
doesn’t mean he’ll get any freebies."
I heard the door lock click and hurried out to the foyer to greet Helen
with a curtsy as I was instructed to do very night when she returned
home. She gave me a once over and handed me her handbag and made her way
to the living room. I quickly returned to the kitchen and poured her a
glass of wine, carrying it out to her on a tray. Mommy followed and sat
next to Helen on the sofa. I left the room, closing the door behind me to
give the women some privacy.
I really had nothing to do except wait to be summoned. I was enormously
happy about having the weekends off to spend with mommy in my house but I
was ambivalent about her working with me as a hooker. I wondered how it
would affect my relationship with Kate, the matron of the house. I was
beginning to develop a somewhat friendly rapport with her and I worried
about what she would think of my mother becoming a working girl. I also
had a vague dread about the transaction I had with Tracie and her
interest in my life with Helen. Nothing good would come of that except me
getting twice the dose of hormones weekly.
My addiction to oestrogen and the other mix of hormones that were shot
into me was both physical and mental and I was as hooked as any crack
whore. I couldn’t envision ever coming off them and couldn’t imagine why
I would want to. Now I had taken things further. Illicitly going behind
Helen’s back and paying a sworn enemy of her for a further dose was a
stupid thing to do, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed the morning
rushes that brought such pleasure to me. I found out during the last two
days how much more enjoyable the sex I was having multiple times a day
was when the hot rushes heated my body and brought on wave after wave of
emotions, making me feel more submissive than I ever felt in my life. My
moans and writhing body did something to the men that used me. They felt
more dominant and free to take what they wanted with a passion that they
could never find with the real women who worked in the house as
prostitutes. The looks they gave me when they hurriedly dressed after
they had spent their seed in me were superior to the point of being
almost contemptuous, but also conveyed the impression that they would be
back very soon to use me again. They tossed their £20 notes on the bed
not just to tip me but to show that the money they paid the house meant
nothing to them, like tipping a railway porter a few schillings meant
nothing to the rich Victorians who viewed commoners with contempt. To
them I had just been a cheap pleasure to break up their day. I revelled
in the degradation of the transaction.
Lost in thought I barely heard Helen and mommy come in the kitchen and
looked up with shock, terrified that I hadn’t heard the little brass bell
that was supposed to summon me. I kept my gaze low carefully following
the instructions I was given to never meet my superior’s gaze unless
requested to do so. Helen and mommy were two beautiful and charismatic
women. In the presence of both of them I felt diminished, even slighter
and more petite than I was.
"We are going out for dinner and may come home quite late," said Helen
with a sharp voice. "You can prepare yourself something for your dinner
and then you are to go straight to bed."
I didn’t think an order needed a reply so I just nodded my head in assent
and quickly hurried to the foyer to open the door for them. They left arm
in arm laughing and talking. I went back into the kitchen made myself a
sandwich and hurried off to bed as instructed. The dreams I had were
vivid and Magic Mike, the man with the huge prick who had taken me this
morning, played an important role in my nocturnal musings. My vivid
imagination was fired by the hormonal bursts that kept me in a sweat all
night and dreams of submitting to his large cock in ways that were too
debasing to imagine filled my mind. When I awoke it was just 6:00 am but
I felt completely rested. I had gone to bed before 9:00 pm and slept nine
straight hours.
I knew that I had to hide my hormonal rushes from Helen or she would get
suspicious. To make matters worse I had doubled the dose of oestrogen
pills from two to four I was supposed to take every night. They weren’t
that powerful and were meant to just even my emotions out between my
weekly shots but doubling the dosage would assure that the day was going
to be one continuous pleasurable and delicious rush. The men who were
fortunate to book me today were going to get far more than they bargained
for. I was already on fire. It felt like I had a little nuclear reactor
in me cooking my hormones.
I took a long shower, once again paying close attention to Helen’s money
maker. I had leaked all night and when I took off the sanitary pad in the
morning it was heavy from the semen and lube which had dribbled out of my
hole all evening. It felt good to have it back to normal and to put on a
dry pair of granny panties. I blow dried my hair and put it into a
ponytail, put on a plain bra and opaque tights and slipped into my maid’s
dress. I went to the kitchen, careful not to make any noise with my two
inch black heels. Helen and mommy must have stayed up talking and
drinking because there were two empty wine bottles and dirty glasses. I
checked the living room for any mess but it was spotless. Going back to
the kitchen I did a quick inventory of the refrigerator and decided to
sneak out the tradesmen’s entrance at the back of the building and go to
the shops and replenish the wine supply.
I was back within ten minutes and put the bottles in the refrigerator to
cool. I had time to get my outfit ready for work which was a just a
matching bra and knickers, stockings, three inch heels and a suspender
belt. We just wore that around the house all day although we obviously
had to wear something over them to and from work. I tucked a pair of
granny panties and two pads in my purse to wear after the day was over
and the leaking began. I thought of what the men who used me felt with
they went inside me and felt how slick I was from the previous men who
had gone before them. Maybe they didn’t even consider that or it turned
them on. It didn’t seem to revolt anyone at all.
When it was time I made coffee and carried it into Helen’s bedroom on a
tray. I picked up all the s**ttered clothes on the floor and made sure
there was a fresh towel for her morning shower. I opened the curtains and
left the two women to enjoy their morning coffee in privacy, closing the
door gently when I left the room. After Helen had left and mommy had
showered I cleaned the bathroom and changed the sheets and pillowcases on
the bed. Then I went to my room and put on my lingerie and a knee length
skirt and silk blouse. Mommy met me in the living room looking ravishing
with her makeup perfectly done. Although I was not allowed to use the
front entrance of the building I left from the back and circled around
the front and joined my mother where we caught a cab to Derek’s brothel.
When we gave the driver the well known address of Derek’s brothel in
Mayfair he gave both of us a good look up and down.
After we were dropped and I paid the driver, we entered the large mansion
and I led mommy to the back room and showed her where to hang her clothes
and we both came into the kitchen together wearing only our lingerie and
heels like the other eight girls who were there. I envied mommy because
she could wear a g-string that showed off the new tattoo on her ass. Just
like all the other girls, we were inked in the exact same spot with the
exact same tattoo denoting that we were the lifelong employees of Derek.
Kate entered the room for our morning pep talk like she always did,
looking more stunning than normal.
"We have a new girl starting today, or woman, who will handle our clients
who have a thing for elegant older women," Kate said in a loud voice.
"You’ll recognise her because she looks strikingly similar to Chrissie.
That’s because she’s his mother. We sent her picture out on the daily
email today and she is already getting booked up for the day."
"Now girls, don’t forget to smile at the clients today," Kate added.
"You’re the luckiest working girls in the city and don’t you forget it."
After she was done speaking and the girls began to s**tter to their
respective rooms Kate nodded her head to me indicating that she wanted me
to join her outside in the small courtyard, perhaps once again to share a
powerful joint. It made me feel special to be singled out by her and I
could feel a blush rise in my cheeks as I noted the envious looks of the
other girls. This time I didn’t feel nearly as uncomfortable going out
practically nude and plainly visible to anyone that could see us from the
upstairs windows of the buildings that adjoined the house.
"How do you feel about your mother working here?" Kate asked as she lit
the thin joint she was holding to her mouth and taking a couple of hits
before passing it to me. "My mother knows what I do and doesn’t have a
problem with it but it would weird me out if I had to work with her."
"We have a very unusual relationship," I said with a small laugh. "If
people knew what we got up to when I was younger one of us would probably
have ended up in prison and it wouldn’t have been me. She’s always had a
wild streak and I guess she gets an ego boost from being wanted."
"I get that a lot," Kate said with a smile. "If you have sex ten times a
day with different men five days a week there isn’t much joy in that, at
least for me. But knowing that men pay a big whack of money for a few
minutes of my time turns me on a lot."
We passed the joint silently for a minute and then Kate turned to me with
a wicked smile. She walked in front of me and carefully stretched out my
panties with one finger and peered down to examine my miniature prick.
"I like the way that looks," she said, playfully snapping the elastic of
my knickers. "It’s like a compact version of what a real cock looks like.
It’s pretty."
After we finished the joint and went back inside the powerful skunk began
to bring me to the point of a huge hormonal rush that I fought down as
best I could. I hurried up to my room to see a bow on the doorknob
indicating a client was inside. I took it off, entered the room and
tossed it on the dresser and turned to face the first man of the day. He
wasn’t Magic Mike but he wasn’t half bad at all. I smiled at him and took
a sitting position on the bed with my legs folded underneath me and
reached out my manicured hand and playfully touched his limp prick,
playing with the tip of it. Then I let the hormones free in my body and
felt them rush through my veins as I lowered my lips on his cock and made
him hard with my fingers and tongue. I let him enjoy the sounds of me
sucking his hard cock before the rushes became too much for me and I
began to crave the sensation of having it inside me.
"Please fuck me with that thing," I begged, handing him a tube of lube.
"Put it in me and do whatever you want to make you happy. You can go hard
or fast or slow but fuck me with that big prick of yours like you’ve
fucked nobody else before."
He positioned himself behind me and slowly worked his cock into my hole
pulling my ass up with his hands, which gripped each cheek tightly. The
hormonal rushes overwhelmed me and I moaned with pleasure with each inch
he went deeper inside me. When his thrusts increased in strength I
writhed underneath him matching his thrusts with mine. Then he began jack
hammering his cock into me and with each hard and deep thrust I let out a
little breath. His hands tightly gripped my ass cheeks as if to keep me
in place and stop me wriggling away. He grunted each time he impaled me
with his tool and then the thrusts became a sexual frenzy sparking even
stronger hormonal rushes in my body. Although my eyes were open I was in
a different place, almost u*********s and transported to a state of
nirvana from the pounding I was taking. With one violent thrust he
collapsed on my back as his hot seed filled me.
He got up slowly from the bed and began putting on his clothes while I
remained face down on the pillow with my ass still up in air. I opened my
eyes and turned my head to meet his gaze.
"I love your cock," I told him with absolute sincerity vaguely aware
that, even though the rooms were pretty well soundproofed, I had made a
lot of noise as he took me. I couldn’t move as he reached into his pocket
and took out a pink £50 note and put it on the bed but did manage a smile
of gratitude.
"I’ll be back," was all he said before he turned for the door.
Three minutes after my first client had left I was in the bathroom
cleaning up my love hole with a washcloth when mommy entered the room
with that familiar just fucked look I found so attractive. Looking at me
with a smile she turned and locked the door behind her and lowered the
toilet seat lid and sat, splaying her legs lewdly.
"Come here and give mommy a clean," she ordered. "Your tongue will do a
much better job than a cold wet cloth."
I dropped to my knees on the cold tiled floor and did my favourite thing
in the world and licked my mother’s cum covered pussy clean, savouring
the mix of her juices and semen her anonymous client had just put in her.
When I began to understand the utter sordidness of what I was doing in a
whorehouse bathroom with my mother another hormonal rush overcame me.
Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea for mommy to work with me.