It's two o'clock in the morning.
The story I have to tell you started at noon yesterday and ended just after midnight. Twelve hours. The most incredibly intense twelve hours I've ever spent, though I can't tell anybody about it. Except anonymously, which is why I'm writing this and hoping you will read it and enjoy it.
There is only one other person who knows the whole story. That person is Tiffany, my Goddess. Tiffany is watching me as I write this. Actually, I have no idea whether or not She is watching. All I know for certain is that I am transmitting live from the camera on my laptop.
She enjoys that, my not knowing.
Let me give you a more complete picture of me at this moment. I am sitting on a hard-backed wooden chair at a makeshift desk in the basement. I am wearing the same garter and stockings I wore all day, though they're a bit torn and have runs.
The corset I'm wearing is the same color as the garter and so is the B cup bra. My titties almost fill the cup, I'm quite proud of that. No injections, just hormones and regular suction. I've tied back my long blonde hair, the weaves held, though I was certain at times they wouldn't. I left my makeup on, though it's quite smudged, the mascara is still streaked down my cheeks.
My medium sized butt plug is up my ass. That was one of Tiffany's absolute commands, that I push it in as soon as they were finished with me. She wants me to feel that cum up inside me all night long. I don't feel it, but I know it's there and that's enough.
My cock is pulled back hard between my legs and secured with packing tape that runs halfway up my back. My balls are, well, let me tell you how Tiffany has me keep my balls. As She got to know me better, She poked and prodded and twisted and turned my junk every which way She could. Eventually, She found the exact point where my discomfort was at the maximum but permanent damage was at the minimum. She has me tape my balls flat against the insides of my thighs. As I walk, hell anytime I move at all, a wave of pain shoots through me, flashes of white behind my eyes and a twist in my stomach that makes me want to puke. She is brilliant and evil.
So, here I sit in my slightly chilly basement. I'm wearing a thin terry housecoat to keep me from shivering. It's worn through in some spots. Tiffany brought it to me a while ago. She'd found it in a trash bin and felt it was "just right" for me. She allowed me to wash it, but there is a foul smell I can't get rid of and I have to shower and scrub myself after I take it off.
I want tell you about my day, but there are a few other things you should know about me first. I am NOT gay. I am not bi, or bi-curious. I am not a transsexual, I am not gender-confused. But, I am submissive. Oh fuck, am I a submissive!
Tiffany and I had been flirting online for a while before that came out. I met Her in a BDSM video chat. She said She was a beginner and wanted to know what it would feel like to get a few spankings and maybe do a Glory Hole. I wanted Her immediately. Auburn hair, big brown eyes, lips that screamed "put a cock between these!" I was still pretty new, but we managed to have two or three good sessions with me giving her commands and her obeying them.
We arranged a meeting one weekend. I drove to Dallas and we met in a hotel lobby. A few drinks and we were upstairs in my room. I commanded her to strip down to panties while I got us some drinks.
When I came back into the room, She was still dressed. Suddenly, everything shifted. She took the drinks from me and told me to get on my knees on the floor. I stared for a few seconds, then she slapped me hard across the face.
"On your knees, bitch," she growled. I dropped to the floor, still confused. The few times we played online, I was the Top. I assumed I would be the Top again. But, I was wrong. Completely wrong.
She slapped me again then told me to strip. While I did, She told me later that She spotted it in me immediately, sometime after our third video chat. I was trained to be The Guy, the smooth talker who could get any woman in his bed. And I did it well. But She'd heard something underneath it. Something that wanted to surrender. And She was right.
I've been Her slave ever since. I moved in with Her. She quickly found that cross-dressing pressed my buttons. I spent all of my time around Her wearing women's clothes of one type or another. She taught me how to walk, how to do my makeup, and how to take a dildo down my throat without gagging. She took me out in public regularly, grocery shopping or trying on dresses. I was positive that everyone who saw me knew my secret. I have no idea whether that's true or not, but it doesn't really matter, does it?
She also spent weeks having me train my ass with various sized plugs and dildos. I could now easily take an average English cucumber or zucchini. I kept my body completely shaved and stocked up a variety of perfumes and lotions. She kept my head shaved so She could try me with a variety of different wigs and hairstyles. Just recently, She let me grow it back out. She dyed it blonde and had me pay for elaborate weaves that let it hang halfway down my back.
And now, months later, She decided She wanted me to start earning Her a little pocket money. And that's where today's story really begins.
At eleven-thirty this morning, my phone rang. It was my Goddess Tiffany. I'd been dressed since eleven, as instructed, and had been sitting in the front room waiting for my nails to dry.
"The taxi is here," She said, then hung up. I felt sad. I had hoped She might come home and say goodbye, maybe wish me luck. Maybe even send me off with a Kiss.
I set the phone down and went into the bathroom to check my makeup one last time. My eyes and lips were colored a rich burgundy. I'd painted on wide eyebrows and brushed my cheekbones. My Goddess Tiffany had taped up a photograph to help me, I matched it as closely as I could. I wore two hoop earrings in each of my pierced ears and had put my tongue stud back in.
To keep my dress looking its best, I'd left it on its hangar all morning, still in the plastic from the dry cleaners. I'd spent the morning puttering around the house in my corset, garter and stockings. I wore a pair of soft slippers to keep them from snagging or tearing.
I dipped my finger in the burgundy pot and touched up my nipples, careful not to smear the color on my silver hoop piercings.
I went into the bedroom and put on my bra, then took the yellow dress out of its bag. I stepped into it and zipped it all the way up to my neck. All of my dresses had zippers up the front. Tiffany said She found it much more practical. It allowed me to dress and undress myself without any help.
I stepped into matching yellow high heels, then put on all of the bracelets She'd laid out for me.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. I was pretty, I could more than pass as a woman. But I was about to be sold -- correction, had been sold -- to a pair of strangers who were going to have me as theirs for the rest of the day.
Tiffany hadn't even bothered to ask me.
Exactly one week ago, while we were lounging in Her front room watching an old movie on television, She'd idly said, "oh, I may have forgot to tell you, but you're going to spend next Friday with two men. Friends of mine."
She reached forward and picked up a grape and a piece of cheese, not even noticing my stunned reaction. After a few more minutes, She took my hand in hers and brought it to Her lips, kissing it gently. I melted as I always did whenever She touched me.
"Look at me," she said. I did. "You're ready for this. Your hole can almost take my whole hand."
She leaned closer and brushed the hair from my forehead. "They are going to want to use belts on you," She said.
I could tell from Her eyes that She was getting turned on just thinking about it. I felt my cock stirring, tugging against the tape.
"Open your mouth," She said. I leaned my head back and opened wide. She pushed Her fingers as far back in my mouth as She could. I felt the urge to gag but She'd trained me well and I didn't.
"They will ream that pretty little throat of yours," She whispered in my ear. I felt my nipples and cock responding. She leaned forward to kiss me and I eagerly responded.
I licked Her to orgasm twice, my fingers working deep insider Her, Her delicious Juices covering my face, my neck, my hands and forearms. I needed to cum badly but She was tired when I finished and just stood up and stretched.
She could see the question in my eyes.
"No, dear, not tonight," She said, kissing my forehead. I followed Her into the bedroom and curled up on the rough carpet She kept beside Her bed. I cried myself to sleep.
But all of that was last week.
I picked up the handbag She'd prepared and looked inside. A single tube of lubricant, some spray perfume, breath mints, and a pay-per-use cell phone. Everything a whore needed to get on with her business.
The taxi drove for twenty minutes, away from our apartment, onto the freeway then into a residential neighborhood.