Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 04:24:19 -0400
From: Suburban Cutiepie <melancholy_exile@hotmail.com>
Subject: The End Of The Age Of Innocence

THE END OF THE AGE OF INNOCENCE (tg - M/b, oral, anal, watersports)
by Blair aka Suburban Cutiepie (Melancholy_Exile@hotmail.com)

Responses welcome.

*NOTE* This story deals with sexually explicit material, including
transsexuals, sodomy, abduction, and rape.. Please do not read if you are
not legal age to view this material.

Chapter 1 - A New Beginning

In the dark of the night, my lighter flickered alight. I breathed in the
sweet smoke from my cigarette and pocketed the ligher. The August night was
still young, although so was I. I was only sixteen, ripe in my youth. The
headphones around my head blared Radiohead as I sat on the swings at the
local park. It was midnight - my town had a curfew but it wasn't enforced.
It was more there for show-and-tell if anything.
My friend Paul passed me the joint, and I thanked him and passed him the
cigarette. We took our puffs and passed it on to the next person. It was
quite relaxing.
"Blair, how long have we been here?" Paul asked me, his voice hinting his
obliviousness.
I looked down and realized that we were smoking the second joint and half my
pack of cigarettes was almost gone.
"One hell of a long time." I answered. My voice spoke the language of fear -
stuttered and surprised.
Pot makes you forget. Of course, if you're going to be smoking pot then odds
are you won't remember me saying that to you.
Paul looked at his watch and a chorus of cursing ensued. It was coming up to
one o'clock. Not only would our parents be ready to murder us for being out
so late at our age, but we had missed most of the Scorcese Marathon. Paul
got his stuff together, and I gave him a few cigarettes for the road before
we parted our ways.
Walking was interesting. My legs felt rubbery, and each time my foot touched
the ground, it felt like a million volts of electricity was running through
me. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the feeling but I was only taken
aback by how the world kept spinning.
Heaven shone down at me on that very moment. The light was bright. I drew a
hand up over my eyes and wondered if it was my time. For some reason, the
angels started to honk at me in this loud and obnoxious tone. Perhaps I was
going to go to hell?
No. It was just a car, wanting to pass. I was in the middle of the road.
I heard the car door open, and a man began to yell at me. "What the hell do
you think you're doing? What are you, on drugs?"
Man, he was angry. And my giggling at his question didn't help much either.
He looked at me, and went to go back in his car, thinking to drive around
me. After a few moments of me standing there, watching him through the
windshield with my bloodshot eyes, the car door opened again. "Get in." he
said. A command, if anything. I blinked in response.
He took two steps towards me. "Get in right now." he said. Was he an
undercover cop? Or maybe I did die, and I was in hell.
I don't quite remember much after that. I'm assuming that he knocked me out
somehow, obviously with a blunt object (I had a welt the size of a softball
resting on the back of my head when I woke up). But when I did wake up,
pain, welt, and all, I was a little more awake and aware. The high had faded
significantly, yet I heard a ringing in my ears and my vision was hazy. I
knew that someone else was in that room with me.

Chapter 2 - Awakening


"Look at you. All awake. Have you come down yet?"
The voice was soothing and ambient in the room that I was in, disoriented
and unable to even figure out my current condition or even the position my
body was in. Yet he calmed me with his voice for some reason.
Footsteps brought him closer to me, each clicking noise on the ground coming
closer. "Well..." he looked at my wallet, held open in his hands. He was
reading my drivers liscence "...Blair... you are in quite the predicament. I
could just stand here, telling you all about it until the cows come home.
Or... I could show you. It'd be a lot faster. Would you like me to show you,
Blair?" he asked me. I looked up at him, and finally saw him clearly.
He was a handsome man, in his middle ages with dark black hair that had gray
at the temples. His body was lean and fit, yet not overly muscular. Laugh
lines connected the corners of his nose to the corners of his mouth. There
were a few wrinkles beside his eyes. I placed his age at roughly 40. He was
about 5'11", his shoulders broad. A day's growth of beard framed his lips.
Yet his eyes twinkled with power. With the need for control. My first stab
of fear hit me.
"Say yes, Blair." he said. The words, they seemed powerful for some reason.
He wasn't one to say no to. I was afraid, and I knew he could do anything to
me - I had just felt the shackles around my wrist and ankles. I was hanging
in the middle of a room, by the looks of things. The handcuffs were softly
padded, so my wrists didn't lose circulation and I didn't cut myself on the
sharp metal. I moaned quietly, in dispair and pain.
"Say yes, Blair."
His voice was more tense. His demeanor was changing rapidly. My fear grew,
and I felt not a tingle of anything else.
"Yes."
He reached up and lowered the shackles at my wrists, so I fell to my knees
from having stood so long, even if it was limply.
He grinned at me, and I saw him work on the buckle of his belt. His belt
fell open soon enough, and he unbuttoned his khakis, slowly unzipping the
zipper. As if freed from it's cage, his cock slipped out the zipper. It was
hard as a rock - he likely was either prepared for this or was thoroughly
enjoying watching me suffer.
His maleness pressed against my lips, and commanded me once more to suck. I
was scared, and being so out of control I had no idea what to do. So I
opened my mouth. I did what he said. My jaw was wide as he fed me his cock,
which I felt bump against the back of my throat.
I cursed myself. I had a very low-reacting gag reflex - it was a party trick
for me. And so his cock slid down my throat. My eyes were gazing directly at
his flesh, my nose nestled in his neatly cropped pubic hair. He was at least
10", and feeling that length of this godly phallus within my throat had me
excited beyong belief.
He began pumping his cock into my mouth, over and over, and my tongue was
flat against it. Yet, despite my fear, an excitement arose in me. I felt my
body reacting to being taken so carelessly, so needlessly, and in my
nakedness (as I later realized - clothes weren't on my list of priorities to
take in when I woke up chained) he saw this and laughed at me. He called me
a dirty little sissy whore, and slowly pulled his cock from my throat. It
felt like being an elastic band, with my throat and mouth snapping back into
it's original dimensions.
He took my chin and lifted my eyes up to his. "Now, what do sissy little
whores like?"
My glistening eyes glittered, wet with my tears. Yet I knew what he was
implying. It scared the hell out of me. I froze, unable to answer him.
He let go of my chin, and as my chin dropped down limply I heard the cutting
of air. His hand slapped hard against the side of my face, and my head
recoiled to the side due to the impact. "I asked you a question and I want
it answered!"
I shivered with fear. My lip was bleeding - it had split when his hand hit
me. "Fuck." I said. One word was all I could get out.
I hoped this was a short answer quiz.
He grinned at me. "Good. And you'll get that." He quickly pushed my head
down. I collapsed on the ground, doubled over, my muscles not even working
and seeming to have gone to jelly. I heard his footsteps surround me, yet in
my weak state I could not offer a struggle. I could only wait for it to be
over.
His cock, slick with my spit, pressed against my rosebud. I would have
jumped, yet I was too dulled to even do that. And with all my muscles
completely relaxed, his cock slowly pushed into my ass. The pain was even
dulled, a mere sensation beneath the already spinning world.
My body rocked as his own built body hammered into me. His hard cock plowed
my ass, and he relished in the pleasures of sodomy. Yet, despite all of
this, my cock was hard - throbbing, even so. A thin trail of precum slid
down my shaft, little droplets falling from my piece of flesh to the ground
as he shook me in his passion.
He bored into me, and my ass was tight and form-fitted itself around the
invading piece of meat. He pulled my hips closer to him, and his thrusting
became more deep. I felt him press into the depths of my bowels, and I
moaned. Pleasure rushed through me. It was uncanny, to feel pleasure in such
a situation, I know. But it happened. I was actually enjoying this.
Understand, I had never thought once about homosexuality. Yet the
extremeness of this situation was drawing tendacies I had hidden for years
out into the open.
His mouth slung obscenities at me. "Oh fuck yes, you dirty little slut...
you like me fucking your tight little cunt, don't you?" he groaned loudly
between words, his cock throbbing inside of my sensitive anus.
His body bucked hard against my ass, and I moaned loudly. His cum began
filling my bowels, and as he came I did as well, as if we were two of a
kind. My cum came out in a puddle at the floor beneath me. The pressure in
my ass built as it was filled with his creamy liquid.
His cock slid out of my ass, and I shivered with pleasure at the feel of him
touching me everywhere yet sighed at the fact that he was no longer fucking
me. He laughed.
"I always choose the best ones. Now open wide..." and he pulled me up by the
hair.
I was on my knees in an instant, and looked up to see his cock gazing at me.
It was going limp, yet still was quite hard. He pushed it against my lips
and I felt his cock inside my mouth once more. I tasted both myself and his
cum all through it. It was glorious. I began sucking on it feverishly, my
tongue spiralling around it to taste all of his manly cum. My rear wasn't
dirty at all - he must have given me an enema during my time out cold.
He grinned, pushing my head away from his cock. I fell backwards, laying on
the floor with my legs under me. I was panting, my body shaking with my
breaths.
I haven't told you a thing about what I look like. Let me do that now. At
that time, I was sixteen. I was fairly young, and only shaved once every
five days. My hair was a golden blonde colour, a wavy mop of hair on my
head. My body was lean, far from muscular. I was only about 5'6" - men were
never tall in my family. My lips were full and well rounded in a beautiful
sense, really. Most people called them extremely feminine. And I was blessed
with naturally long lashes and fine eyebrows. Yes, I had womanish features
yet I wasn't particularily feminine with my mannerisms or my look overall.
He held his cock, now nearly completely flacid, in his hand. "You'll learn
to enjoy this." he said to me. I thought that he meant the fucking, which I
thoroughly enjoyed, yet his cock sent a yellow stream of piss on my body. He
soaked me with his urine, covering me with this golden shower of his.
He left me in there for the rest of the day. I didn't get a meal, either. I
could only lay there and recover, soaked in his wastes. Eventually, I passed
out again.
Blackness was forced back as I gagged. My eyes opened and I saw a tube
exiting my lips. It led up to a little bag, held by my captor.
"It's a stomach tube. Do not worry, you won't have to use it forever. Just
for now." He told me, a grin on his lips. I felt like I was going to vomit.
I did feel a lot more energetic, though. And for some reason, my sex drive
seemed to surpass my ability to think. My cock was hard already, a rod of
steel between my legs that seemed to have a life of its own. As it twitched
from the air that went past it, I whimpered.
He could only giggle, my handsome master. "You're turning into a true slut,
you know. Look at you, hard as a rock. You must really want to cum, don't
you?"
I saw that devilish look in his eyes again. I nodded eagerly, and reached
out to undo his pants.
I received another blow to the face, hard as the last one. "You may be a
sissy princess, but you're not receiving royal rights." He laughed and spat
on my face.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved what looked like a harness. He
wrapped it around my cock, tightening straps until my hard, erect cock felt
like it was going to burst. He then strung it between my legs and around my
waist. It looked like a chastity belt - the kind of thing I had only heard
about. I looked down, and then up at him.
"Oh, don't worry. You don't need that. It'll simply keep you in line, and
you'll have a special little reward when you're finished the training
because of it. Don't you worry one bit. Just be a stupid, mindless slut."
walking over to a table by the door, he picked up two syringes. He flicked
the needles themselves before squirting a quick, small shot out of each
needle. "Time for your medication."
The needles went in two places. One went into my ass, which made my rear
feel warm as the liquid burned through my veins. The other one went between
my toes. "My sissy can't have track marks, now can she?" he was quite
serious, by the sound of things.
I soon blacked out after the shots.
Months must have passed - I watched the first snowfall of the season out the
one window of the room, which had no furnishings other than a chair, table,
a chest, and some other odd items that I had no clue what their purpose or
name was. And throughout it was a routine. Every day, he would come in and
have me suck his cock. He never forgot to rape my ass, which soon opened up
at the sight of his hard cock. Sometimes he brought the odd friend in with
him to help pillage my body's goods. I was occasionally forced to do some
truly obscene things, though. I was given cucumbers, and told I was to fuck
myself with it until I came. I never did cum, though. Each time, I felt the
burning sensation of ejaculation, yet none came out of my cock, bondaged in
his tight ring of leather. He kept it soft, generally, now. on the rarest
occasions, he loosened the strap and let me get hard to the point where I
knew I would burst, before he tightened the ring once more and I was left
dying, wishing for orgasm. He had me do odd exercises to allow agility and
flexibility. I received a daily enema, and was told to keep myelf completely
clean.
Changes developed in me, as well. I became subserviant - he was the master
and I the slave. I knew this. But I also knew when I first saw the signs of
breasts on my chest that I was being transformed ever-so-slowly with
estrogen. My nipples became enlarged, the hair on the top of my head and my
body became soft. My face never needed shaving now, and my legs were done
clean using Nair every time stubble began to show.
I sometimes thought about my old life, yet it became more and more smaller
and unimportant in comparison to pleasuring my still-unnamed master. I began
to look forward to the sessions. His cum became an aphrodisiac to me -
whenever I tasted it, saw it, or felt it I too came.
I was under his control by early December, completely and utterly.

Chapter 2 - The Glories of a New Life

The door opened to the room I had been kept in, and my eyes opened wide and
looked towards the light. I was laying on my bed, dressed in the sweetest
nighty I had ever laid eyes on. The baby blue silk held my form tightly, my
breasts pressing out against the fabric. My enlarged, puffy nipples showed
through the nighty.
The room was lavish. Truly lavish and feminine, to say the least. It was all
done in a floral pink colour, dark red moulding and borders lining where the
floor and ceiling met the walls. My bed was done in an old Victorian
fashion, the bedposts topped with a pink canopy. My bedsheets were all done
in dark pink satin and silk, making them a dream to lay on. A mohogany
armoire rested against one wall, and my walk-in closet door was shut yet
filled with clothes. There was a makeup table complete with mirrors, as well
as a large stand-up mirror tucked away in the corner. I had expensive taste.
The window was left open, casting a nice breeze through the iron-wrought
bars that kept me from escaping. Not that I had any intention on doing so.
And as my master walked in, smiling at the delicate blonde beauty on the
bed, the wind caught his hair, tossing it in a sexy manner.
My soft, long-fingered hand went along the bed sheets. "I've been waiting
for you, Master." My voice was richly feminine, finely tuned.
My master sighed and walked in, taking my hand in his and kissing it softly.
"You know I cannot be here all the time, my sweet little Blair."
I mewed softly and leaned in to kiss him. My lips met his in a furious
tangle, my tongue circling his. His hands explored my soft, supple body.
They kneaded and squeezed my full breasts that stuck out in their 36C cup.
His warm, sweet breath flowed into me as he showered my mouth with kisses. I
felt his manhood pressing hard against my thigh, and my head dropped down
into his lap.
I moved quickly, undoing his belt and buttons before opening his pants.
Reaching into his underwear, I withdrew that cock I have come to know and
love. I looked up at him, my long paitned lashes lowered over my big blue
eyes, and I placed a soft kiss at the top of his bulbous head, my hands
wrapped around his thick shaft. My tongue played along the V before I took
him into my mouth.
He moaned, running his hands through my golden blonde tresses, and I began
to hike up my nighty. My cock was free, now, no longer held by his bonds,
and it was erect and throbbing as I sucked on his mighty staff. His hand
found my 5" cock - it had shrunk due to the estrogen from my original 7" -
and he slowly pumped my meat in his hand as I sucked on him.
I drew him out of my mouth and licked the shaft with no thought other than
to taste him. My tongue rolled over the flesh, sliding along the bumps and
the vein that stuck out, thick and rich with the blood pumping into his
cock. And then I popped him back in my mouth. I tried to form a vaccum as my
mouth reached the base of him, his lengthy meat buried deep inside my throat
as my lips felt torn they were so wide open as they formed a sanguine,
crimson O around his shaft. I drew my mouth upwards, the suction building
until it reached his sensitive head. I suckled on it madly, the pressure in
my mouth building. At that instant, my hand went between his legs. It
instinctively went for his special place, and my finger circled around his
tight little ring and slid between his sphincter and into him.
His cock instantly came deeply into my mouth, pumping rope after rope of his
thick cum down my throat. I swallowed ferociously, feeling feral in my
sexually instinctive mode. As he came, I did as well. My cum came out in a
watery pool over my master's hand, and I drew my mouth away, licking my
lips. He purred at me, running his fingertip along my jawline.
"Fantastic doesn't even begin to describe it, Blair. It's been two years,
and you become more and more talented by the day." he said to me. The smile
on his lips was contagious.
It quickly turned to a frown. "We need to talk. I want you to take more
clients."
*                                     *                                    *
The next day, my master entered my room. I was chained as I was the day
before. Christmas had just passed - it was hard, thinking that this would be
the time of year my parents must be mourning my disappearance. It had been
nearly five months since that night. Each night, I had been defaced in a new
way. I had felt the warm stream of piss run along my body from several men.
I've felt two cocks hammer into my ass at the same time as one man took my
head and fucked my tight little mouth. I felt the sting of slaps and of
bullcrack whips. I felt incredibly large objects be forced into my ass, and
tasted the leather of the strap they had given me to bite down on.
And I was starting to like it.
Now I didn't fight back. I let him do everything to me, so he could feed my
growing addiction for sex. He kept telling me about how my reward after my
training would be copious. I could only smile in anticipation.
By this time, my breasts weren't fully developed. My hair was smoother, the
hair on my head longer since the estrogen made it grow longer and finer. Yet
I was becoming more and more feminine. I had started to do my makeup the
month before, and now I was always left with slutty eye make up and
hooker-red lipstick. I wanted to choose my own colours. I wanted out of this
dark, dreary room that kept me a pale white colour, like porcelain.
My master walked to me and looked down at me. "You've been here five months
to the day. Did you know that?"
I looked up at him in confusion. He was trying to talk to me? I was always
an object, something to be fucked or to suck, by him. I merely nodded in
response, unsure as to what he would consider appropriate.
With a smile, he leaned down to speak with me. I was sprawled out on a
mattress he had given me, my hands behind my back in those handcuffs. A
chain, connected to the harness that held my cock, locked me to the wall.
"It's time for the reward. Your training is done, and your new room is
complete. But tell me... what will you do if I let you out?"
My eyes went wide. "No!" I was having a fit. "You can't leave me, not now!
I'm still of use to you, I swear! Please, just don't toss me away! Please?!"
He laughed and kissed my forehead softly. "You answered correctly."
For the first time in months, he took off the harness. I let out a sigh of
relief, looking down and seeing the imprint it left on my skin. Yet his
fingertips danced along my freshly freed, short and flacid cock. It was
extraordinarily sensitive, and I soon became hard.
He chuckled, and then grabbed me by the ankles and forced me on my back. He
pushed my feet down until they touched the ground behind my head, and my
cock was rigid and staring me in the eyes from between the valley of my
breasts, which resembled that of a 15 year old's.
I received the mandetory word. "Suck."
Whenever I heard the word 'suck
, I go straight for the nearest cock. Mine just happened to be right there.
My lips opened and took in my cock, and my head began to bob along the
shaft. I didn't care that I was sucking on my own cock - it was too good for
that! My mouth ran along my own flesh, and I moaned due to my own
ministrations. My tongue pressed hard against the head, as I had found other
men had truly enjoyed that, and I began suckling hard on it. My fingers
touched my balls, stroking them softly. They ached for release, but I had
learned to put the aching behind me.
Master's cock pressed against my ass, and he slammed into me with one quick
stabbing thrust. I moaned as he fucked me, the vibrations of my vocal chords
spreading along my shaft and causing me to twitch and salivate. His cock
filled me each time, and the tickling of his pubic hair drove me wild as he
withdrew from me, only to replace himself back into my deepest depths. My
ass tightened around the invading penis, and my sphincter tightened around
the shaft, causing an increasement of pressure along the shaft.
He pounded into me, over and over again, before at long last he drew himself
out from my ass. Glistening wet but completely clean, he pumped himself in
his fist before I felt his steaming hot cum collide with my face. I smelled
it, felt it drip down my skin and coat my eyelids and cheeks and forehead,
and at that instant I came.
I hadn't cum in months, nad I was really prepred to right then and there. My
mouth flooded wih this creamy delight, like the inside of a Cadbury's Cream
Egg. It wasn't viscous, like my Masters, but watery and sweet. The supply
never seemed to end - I swallowed my first mouthful and went on to package
the rest between my lips.
Fourth mouthfuls later, my cum-covered self collapsed. My ass felt hollow
without Master's cock. I longed for it, but I felt an overwhelming sense of
victory. I had won my prize, and things only got better from here. I knew
it.
My master wiped his cum off of my face with a fingertip, and I instinctively
took his finger into my mouth and sucked on it. He tasted bittersweet, and a
tad nutty, but very enjoyable. I suckled it clean, and when there was no
more cum covering my face he leaned down and kissed me. I wasn't thinking at
all when my mouth opened without invitation. My tongue rolled around his,
letting him taste himself in the kiss. He seemed to like this new, daring
step I took because he kissed back, harder.
The steamy, intimate moment ended and he smiled and licked his lips as he
drew back.
I think I was in ove with this man.
"Very good, my slut... mmm, very good. You've changed! You definitely are
ready... come, I will show you your new room." With a smile, he helped me
up. He took a key from his pocket and undid my handcuffs. They fell with a
clatter. "You won't need those anymore. You'll need every finger on those
hands for what's coming up."
Leading me by the hand, he took me out of the room. I saw his apartment for
the first time. It was large, a flat of sorts I assume, with 2 bedrooms on
each end and an open kitchen, tucked away in the corner. Real Estate like
this in Toronto costed a fotune.
He led me to a room and opened the doors. I was greeted to a relatively
normal, unfurnished room. There was a bed, though. It wasn't much of one,
granted, but it was better than the old mattress  had been sleeping on. I
smiled at him. When he told me I could decorate it and get whatever I needed
as long as I was happy, my eyes sparkled and lit up.
Over the next few weeks, we didn't act as master and slave. It felt more
like a relationship, in truth. I was kept in my own room, yet we were quite
intimate with one another in other ways aside from sex. We hired carpenters
to make me my armoire and four post canopy bed. Painters came in to colour
the walls pink, and eventually I had my own paradise.
He took me into a plastic surgeon that week, and schedualed a breast
augmentation session. I was given implants that brought my budding breasts
to 36C.
The best part was shopping. Dressed in my little plaid mini, suspenders, and
a white blouse that shouted me being a catholic schoolgirl, my master and I
went through the large Eatons Center in the commercial district in search of
clothing. I got everything I would ever need, from pink chiffon dresses to
black cocktail dresses. I was particularily fond of sequins, and bought a
glittering black dress that flowed around my lovely shaped ankles like a
robe would. It was cut low, revealing my breasts. Master bought me nice
things as well, including some new toys to play with. One was called the
rabbit, although it was meant for true women I used it as best as I could.
It was a vibrator - called the most sophisticated one on the market. He
enjoyed fucking me with it thoroughly, or watching me slowly push that
pleasuretoy into my rear. He also got me rather enticing clothes, such as
crotchless panties that let me proudly show off my cock.
And so it came to be that my sex-slave life began. My T-Girl life was
shrouded by nice clothes, cock, and happiness.

Chapter 3 - Mistress Blair's 12:00

My master rinsed my body off as we finished our shower. My body was
glistening, covered in drops of water, and soon he was fluffing me dry with
a towel. My hair was blow-dried by myself, of course - that was a labour I
wouldn't let him go on doing as he had insisted.
When I was done fixing my hair, I did my make-up and left the bathroom, my
body nude and my towel held in my hand. My breasts bounced with each step I
took.
My master was waiting for me outside, standing there and watching me. I
looked at him in return, and my lips pouted. "Does my master need
something?" My eyelashes batted.
He looked at me, his face covered with the look of revelation. "Yes. I need
you to fuck."
I instantly ran towards him, turning around and grabbing my ankles. My
well-rounded rear was offered to him, upturned, and he could see my
sphincter clenching and releasing with anticipation.
"No!" he said to me, and swatted my ass away from him playfully. He was only
cruel to me when he was in the mood and it was always sexually fueled - he
never hurt me, otherwise. "I need you to fuck people for money. Clients.
You're a beautiful girl, you know. Everyone would come for a chance with
you, my slutty little sissy princess." he said. He had grown fond of that
nickname.
I looked at him in shock. "Prostitution?" I asked. My voice stammered.
"But..."
He shook his head. "I won't let my baby doll walk the streets. But I want
you to fuck people who come here. Good, clean clients. Important people. We
could use the extra money, anyways."
I wasn't about to say no to him. I hadn't disobeyed him in over eight
months, now. I wasn't about to due to him asking me to do something I
already did for free. "Yes, master." I said. I didn't even sound resigned
about it.
So it was that Mistress Blair became known. I was renowned in the city, and
some of the best clients came to see me. Some were politicians who would
likely want their names to remain unspoken, so I will keep it that way. I
was fucked by movie stars with obscure tastes. Musicians whom twelve year
old girls idolized. All from humble beginnings.
My first appointment was with someone I would never have suspected - the
Chief of Police. He was a young man, his handle-bar mustache so
stereotypical it was insane. He was in good shape, although a little old.
When he came to the door, though, he was a darling with me. He didn't even
know he was speaking with the person whom he would later be enjoying the
fruits of. "Hello, young lady. Is Mistress Blair in?" he asked. He looked a
little hopeful, yet a little secretive.
I only grinned at him and yanked him in by the collar of his uniform. "I'm
mistress Blair, thank you very much. And you can call me Mistress. If I hear
you call me Young Lady again, you'll find some rather unfortunate incidents
will occur. And you don't want that. Now lick my feet." I ordered him
around, just as my Master had done so to me. It was a powershift, and one
that I enjoyed completely. Now I knew Master's undying love for what he did,
and sharing this seemed to only draw us closer together.
The chief's tongue rolled over my bare feet, gently licking my fine,
pink-painted toenails. He did what I asked him to instantaneously. I was
getting absolutely devilish ideas.
Gripping his hair in a fist, I drew him up and pushed him against the wall.
He made no move to struggle or to cause me any discomfort, for which I was
glad. "You wait right there. Be naked in thirty seconds."
I walked out of the room, and as I did I heard the sound of him undressing
as fast as possible. I looked around in my old room, and the sight of it
neither scared me nor made me happy. The room was neutral - it had no
feeling. I walked to a trunk that I kept and opened it, withdrawing a
leather bullcrack whip. Perfect.
I got changed myself, taking my time to make sure the Chief waited longer
than the 30 seconds I asked of him, giving him the anticipation of our
coming meeting. My silk, long-sleeved top with lace around the neck and
cuffs was peeled off of my back, my breasts causing a bit of trouble in
removal. In it's place, I wore a pair of crotchless panties. My cock hung
free from between my legs from the slit the panties offered, and my breasts
were perky in the cool air.
As I walked out of the room, the Chief stood against the wall, naked. He saw
me with the whip, and his cock jumped. His eyes went wide at my own cock,
and I could see the pleasure in his face at the find of a century.
I saw him oogling me, and the whip snapped out. It lashed against his chest
with an expert hand. "Never look at me like that again, scum!" I walked
towards him and delivered a powerful backhand. He looked frightened yet
incredibly aroused. For some reason, I thought of the first night I was
taken.
I forced him on his knees and turned around. I told him to lick my asshole,
and said that if he so much as breathed on my cock I would tear him from
limb to limb. He obeyed. His tongue flowed along my asshole, circling it. I
ordered him to submerse his tongue into me, and I felt the warm muscle sink
into my anus. I moaned and grinded my ass against his face. My hand
instinctively went for my cock. I jerked it erect, and holding it in my hand
I turned on him.
My jet of piss surprised him, and I began to soak him in it. I sprayed his
face, his eyes squinting and lips pursed tight. I shouted at him to open his
mouth, and he did with very little reluctance. I began pouring myself into
his law-giving mouth.
The hours passed, and I had my fun with him. I clubbed his ass with a
nightstick while I fucked him, each time his body convulsed in pain he
squeezed my cock. I loved it as much as he did. My cock filled the Chief of
Police's ass, my hips rocking seductively in a very feminine motion. Soon
enough, I came into his depths.
When all was said and done, I was fifteen hundred dollars richer. Master
arrived an hour or so after the chief had left, and when I showed him the
money the first thing he did was take me into my room and take me on my pink
satin-covered bed.
So began my career as a dominatrix.

Chapter 4 - The Working Girl

My career was flourishing in Toronto. I became known as a T-Girl Sex Symbol.
I was idolized by the t-girls on Church Street, becoming even more popular.
Websites began popping up on the internet, featuring photos of me that I had
sold off. My master and I eventually started our own site, where viewers had
to pay to see me, and all the while we fucked with a feral passion every
night, our cummings always long and passionate.
It was at the top of my career that Master told me I would have to work even
more. He was a stockholder in a major company, and I just discovered the
company's stock crashed and burned. The company was bankrupt, and his
investments in me could no longer cover the losses.
I didn't know what we could do. I tried taking on new clients, yet I could
only fit so many clients in per day. Eventually, Master and I no longer had
time to be intimate. My time was taken up by my job. I was a working girl,
now.
Yet as our sexual lives parted, so did ourselves. And so came the time that
my master knew he would never be able to support me. So it was that, after a
trip to Buffalo, NY, I returned to find myself left in an empty loft with a
"For Lease" sign on the door and real estate information.
I was left on my own for the first time in years. I was now eighteen, a
fully grown adult, yet I had no life other than the one I knew. My life was
what I was, and with that gone I was truly alone. I couldn't go back to my
family - not the way I was.
So it was that I went to the streets. My followers eventually forgot about
me, and now I'm truly nothing more than another girl on the street.
There still is nothing like the high that I get from sex - none of the
cocaine I snort in the world would get me that high. I love doing what I do,
even if I live in a half-way house now. My pimp considers me his favourite,
so I do get more incentives than others. Sucking cock and offering my ass,
though, is how I get my bread and water. It is a great way to earn a living
- to feel someones hard cock pass through your tight ass. To feel the weight
of a grown man atop of you, hammering his hard, pristine manhood in
piston-like strokes. To feel the cum leak out of my ass and pour down my
thighs as I walk down the streets to where I live, knowing each person who
passes me can smell the scent of sex or see the stream of white gobs of cum
down my thigh in the dim streetlights. They can smell the cock on my breath,
and see the white stains on my cheek, chin, and lips, where cum had recently
been left to dry.
My name is Blair. I am a slave to cock.

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