Tables turned blackmailer to sissy

I make a lot of money from gay men.

Specifically closeted men. Married men. It's easy. I go online, send them a few pics I found on the internet, and get them salivating. There are always plenty of them, faceless accounts pile on asking for a quick suck or fuck, bottom or top, whatever their fancy.

I get the blood flowing, tell them what I'll do for/to them with a few cut and paste messages. The guys who like to dress up like sissy girls are the best. I get them to send me a face pic with their mouth open, ahegao style, begging for it. Pathetic.

At this point, I have them. Everything changes. I send a message that tells them exactly what will happen next - they will send £20 into my account, once a month, every month. That's all. Easy, right? If they don't, accounts get made. Facebook accounts, Twitter, Instagram- EVERYTHING they can think of, headed up with that picture of their face for their wives, girlfriends, friends, family and whoever else wants to beat off to it to see. Complete social ruination. Suddenly that £20/month seems real reasonable.

But why only £20 a month? Why not £200? £1000? Surely their decades-built reputations and families are worth more? If you're asking that question, you just proved why I'm smarter than you. That level could ruin them financially, and that's not what I want. I want steady income from scared sissies. I only need around 60 to earn what I would earn 8 hours a day in a call center - right now I have just over 100 paying in.

It's a few hours work a day. They don't all cave. I make examples of a few to show the others - I have ruined some of them. They have no information about me, they cannot find me to get their revenge. Honestly, I feel a little bad for the ones I ruin, but then again they deserved it. What kind of committed straight guy cruises online?

My girlfriend thinks I'm an up and coming remote salesman pulling around 2k a month from b2b sales. I get plenty left over after my flat's rent and bills are paid to buy her sexy shit, lingerie, nails, hair... I look after my Chloe and she looks after my 6-inch cock. She's a 19 year-old blonde bombshell, just shorter than me at 5'7" and weighing 5 kilos lighter than me at 50kg. Yeah, I'm a little on the skinny side, maybe that's why I put my brain to work ripping off boomers.

Anyway, something has been on my mind a little lately. One guy, going only by his first name Darnell, has been sending me weird stuff on the app. For about a week now I've been trying to snare him, but he just sends me these strange gifs. Pink spirals, with subliminal messages popping up every few seconds that I can't quite see. I know what sissy hypno is, bullshit that doesn't work, but there is something about these spirals that seems to hold my attention for a few seconds every time. He doesn't reply with anything but these soft pink images.

It's 2am Monday morning. Chloe came earlier to suck my dick and went home to study for her University course, so I'm not horny. I keep thinking of the images. They kind of form in my brain, partially, so that I see fragments, but can't form the full image. I'm intrigued on a deep level by the imagery. I must find out what it is.

I load up my laptop to see the images on a bigger screen. I see he's online too, and has sent another. I load it up fullscreen, the hot pink light bathing my face and naked torso, the only light in my bedroom. It entrances me, dances, makes me feel dizzy, makes me feel something... Strange in my stomach, and fizzy in my groin. I shut the screen and shake my head. What is happening to me?

Opening it again, I avoid looking directly at the images. I ask him directly.

What are these images you are sending?

I wait. A minute. Two minutes.

The response from Darnell dings. It's an audio file, 30 seconds long. Text alongside it reads only:

Wear headphones.

As I dabble in home recording I have a pair of studio-grade headphones bought with my victims' money. I plug them in. Briefly, I consider blocking him, but something within me fizzes cautiously with a dull excitement to know the true hidden contents of the GIFs. I put on the headphones, plug in. Press play.

A high frequency plays in my ears. I feel warm. The last thing I hear before I pass out is the sound of a fingersnap.

I wake the next morning. Laptop still open at the end of the bed. Eyes and mind groggy. Must have been hot in the night, I kicked off my boxers. Fell asleep with the headphones on too. I remove them and pull the laptop towards me.

Reading Darnell and I's chat, I see multiple audio files sent after the first. Some 5, some 7, even as long as 15 minutes. I have clearly listened to every single one, and have absolutely no memory of any of them... Strange.

The final message, sent at 3:32am, was only a time and place: 32 Pym Road, 3pm - today. So, weirdness aside, looked like Darnell would be added to my list after all. At this point I don't even care if he pays, I just want to send my message and move on. First I need the face pic, though. I type.

Face pic or we don't meet. ?

I sit back and scratch my head. God I need a glass of water.

Laptop dings. I look - and I freeze.

He has sent a face pic. But it ain't him. It's me. Full ahegao face, laid on my bed, legs spread. I have some of Chloe's black and pink lace panties on. A dull memory throbs in the back of my mind and I feel under my pillow - I feel the soft silky material. She left them here two nights ago after we fucked. I still remember her walking out in a miniskirt, winking as she threw them at me. Dread in my stomach.

Is that good enough?

Fuck this. I'm not playing his games. I block him.

I need to sort my head out. I go into the kitchen and make myself some toast with a glass of orange juice. The sweet revitalising liquid runs down my throat as my phone dings.

It's a text. A picture message, to my personal phone. This time I'm bent over in Chloe's panties, looking over my shoulder with "Fuck me, Daddy?" eyes. I'm pouting. Text follows.

Think someone could recognise you?

Fuck... This is bad. He has my number. What the fuck else did he make me do?

Phone dings again. That address. I know the place, the street walking distance from mine, no.32 a newly built house set apart from the rest of the street, away from the road. What the fuck does he want from me?

I text back.

Listen man, I'm not gay. I'm not interested in this stuff. Can we just leave it here? If not it may have to become a police issue.

I bite my lip.

Another picture message.

It's a screenshot of an unsent email to Chloe. In it are the pictures I saw, plus fifteen more, and a 30 second video. Fuck. This can't be happening. Chloe is hot but ultimately she's a bimbo - she'd share these with her friends just for the attention she'd get from it

Please, please don't. Okay. I'll come... But why? What do you want?

Tears brim my eyes.

To show the pussy how Lions play. Wear your panties.

It's a fairly warm, breezy day as I walk up to the door of no.32 and ring the bell. The silk of the panties feels quite nice against my skin, I'm reluctant to admit, although it's itchy against the hairy parts. Phone dings.

Enter. Lock door behind. Shoes off. Upstairs.

Hands trembling, I do as instructed. Inside is spacious, luxuriously furnished with a postmodern comfy vibe. A lot of beige, carpeted rooms. A huge TV on the wall of the living room to my immediate right, a corridor in the middle toward the kitchen and stairs on my left. I lock the door and begin to ascend the beige carpeted stairs.

In an ornate tub, a bath has been run for me. At the sides of the tub are girly, pink shampoos and bodywashes, lotions, razors. I shake my head and chuckle. No way.

I hear a door open, from behind. The master bedroom. As I turn a huge hulking black Adonis came into view. Naked to the waist, where he wears camo shorts over his muscled quads. The bulge is obvious. He is easily 6'5", maybe taller. He smiles wickedly.

I'm Darnell.

Before I can say anything, he snaps his fingers, and my knees give way as he speaks words that sound like I'm hearing them from underwater... My vision blurs...

I wake in the bath. I think I hear a womans high-pitched giggle... Was that me? I shake my head. All I can smell is the scent of perfumes, lavender, g****fruit, pomegranate... My skin feels so soft. So smooth. I'm shaven everywhere I feel. My shaven legs make contact with each other and the smooth feel makes me fizz in my groin. I feel my crotch with my hands... Perfectly smooth... Why is this turning me on? Wait, why are my nails pink?!

I hear a crunch and a deep laugh. Darnell's hulking frame is sitting on a stool across from the tub. He's eating an apple that looks the size of a peanut in his huge hand. I rush to my feet, water dripping off me.

Did you touch me?! That's fucking **** you sick fuck!

He chuckles, unperturbed.

I never laid a hand on you, little sissy.

His deep bronze voice reverberates in my soul, it seems. As I stand cold air hits and my shaven cock and balls retract shamefully. I feel a deep embarrassment.

I want to leave... I just want to go home. Can I please leave? Please delete the pictures?

He laughs at me again.

Afraid not, little sissy. Afraid not. You see... We have more pictures to make. Plenty more. Do as I say and they will not see the light of day. They will not know their own comfortable place in Chloe's inbox.

I start to break down, humiliated.

But why... Are... You... Just why!

Tears streak my face. I hear a whirr and what sounds like a camera shutter. Darnell snaps my naked, smooth-shaven, crying, small-cocked body on his phone and quickly types something, thumbs moving with agility uncommon for so large a man.

Same reason you do the things you do, little sissy. Money... And a little perverse enjoyment. Step out and get dry.

I comply, using a pink fluffy towel next to the bath. I realise he has buzzed my hair completely and stifle a sob. He leaves and returns with a black and hot pink babydoll chamois. Along with it are black thigh-high stockings with hot pink bows, a lacy black garter belt, and Chloe's sexy knickers, perfectly matching the colour scheme. He laid them out, then from his pocket produced a small pink chastity device.

This is for your clitty.

I won't. No.

He sets it aside. Then takes out a sandy coloured, blonde-highlighted stylish wig, around shoulder length.

You will wear this.

No!

Wear it, or be exposed.

I have no choice. I meekly hang my head. He presses it on and it feels a little hot, a bit... Damp?

It has movie-strength special effect glue on it. He grins. Don't touch until it dries, only be a few minutes. With that he gestured to the chastity device.

Please. I whisper. He chuckles again, shakes his head.

Pathetic. Pull the stockings on.

I do. The feel against my smooth legs gives me deep pleasure that I try to stifle. My arms get goosebumps. He notices a twitch in my cock and snickers.

You love it. Now these.

He produces breastforms, tight hot C cups that would give a realistic endowment to my chest. The same glue lines them as he pushes them on. Then follows the babydoll.

Now. The cage.

I just sob.

He grabs me by the hair forcefully.

Dry already!

He pulls me across the room and sits on the stool. Puts me across his knee. I cry out for help as he spanks my ass.

Please! Anyone!

Noone can hear you in here, sissy! Put the cage on!

The repeated strong blows make my ass sting more and more. I cry helplessly.

I won't!

Alright, you asked for it.

I hear the click of a bottle and something cold hit my ass. I draw a sharp desperate breath and try to rear up but his mammoth forearm is more than enough to easily keep me bent over his knee.

Please!

I feel his lubed finger wipe up and down my clean shaved asshole, making it sopping wet. God it feels so fucking good... My cock is getting hard... No! His meaty finger prods at the entrance.

Wear the cage.

Oh God please, please no...

His finger pushes. The lube allows it to slide half an inch in. Fuck! I have to resist the urge to push back... I cannot let him win!

Like that, sissy girl?

Mmmf. I stifle a response. Please.

It goes into the first knuckle. Then the second. I can't hold it back anymore. I moan.

He laughs. What a sissy bitch!

Now it's all the way in. I feel paralyzed by the feeling. He draws it in, out, in, then curls it as he moves...

Fuck! Oh god it's so good! I squeal.

Can't fight it. I push back.

Wear the cage. He growls.

Yes! Please, anything!

I don't even know what I'm begging for any more. My clitty is leaking. His other hand now reaches under and rubs my cock, two fingers, like he would a woman.

Good girl. The words give me immense pleasure as he fingers my ass. He rubs my cock like a clit. That's a good girl.

Mmf mmfuck ohh God I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum...

I spurt onto the floor, legs twitching, ass pulsing around his finger, panting, moaning, breathing heavily. I push back against it again and again until I'm spent, my mess all over the floor. I can't think.

I hear the click of plastic and feel it push around my spent cock. He rolls me off his knee onto the bathroom rug. I'm on my back, still panting, overloaded. He takes his phone from the cupboard it was balancing on, recording. I had no idea. He films me as he puts the finger to my lips.

Suck it, sissy. Suck it and I might take that cage off when you leave.

Exhausted, I meekly comply. I taste myself like a well-fucked woman who has her lovers cum on her fingers. I realise from the saltiness he must have dipped his finger in my mess before I sucked it. He grins a devils grin, showing his glowing white teeth. Even the camera lens between me and him seems to mock me.

Clean up in here, get dressed, and I'll see you in the living room. We are not done yet. He puts the phone in his cargo short pocket. I see the key to my chastity on a chain around his neck, nestled against his massive pecs. The key to freedom for my cock.

I suppose it's a clitty now.I pull myself weakly into the bedroom. Many of the furnishings are pink or cream-coloured, with starched fresh white sheets on the king-size bed that match the brightness of Darnell's teeth as he grins wickedly at me. I hear the door open and footsteps coming up the stairs.

I recognise the blonde bimbo who turns the corner immediately - it's Chloe.

"Wow, look at you, you pretty little slut!" She laughs mockingly. She takes out her iPhone and snaps some pics of me as I blush hotly and cast my gaze downward past my locked clitty. Darnell moves behind me and soon I'm on my knees, hands cuffed and attached to a bar behind my back that connects to my ankle cuffs.

"H-have you come to take me home? Chloe... Please take me home, baby." I beg.

"Are those my panties? You little tease! Why did you come over to Darnell's in my panties?" She laughs derisively.

She prances in daintily and sits on the edge of the bed. She has on a pink tube top with a little black jacket and a pink miniskirt. As she sits I can see a flowery black lace thong showing as she sits. My clitty strains in its cage. She has with her a deep pink clutch bag that I bought her for around £500 last month.

She takes out a makeup kit from the bag and begins to apply it to my face. Being a 19-year old girl taking hair, beauty, and makeup design at university, she gets the job of making me look like a bimbo done quite quickly. I feel the weight of the heavy eyeshadow and mascara. Chloe sits back on the bed and my view of her is obscured as Darnell towers above me.

"Now you'll know why you're here."

He steps over to the corner and unveils a top of the range PC system previously hidden under a large blanket. It has four huge 4k monitors arranged in two rows and a couple of bluetooth 4k ultra cameras attached to it that are currently staring at me, casting my fearful expression with crisp clarity to the two lower monitors. He fires it up and enters some commands.

"Chloe, do you know this guy?" I ask, bewildered by her blasé acceptance of the situation.

"Me and Darnell have been messaging since last night. He's hot! Plus he offered me two grand to make a film with him. I just said I'll do whatever he wants." She says ditzily whilst applying glittery pink lipgloss in a small vanity mirror.

Suddenly a feed appears on the upper two monitors. Darnell has a headset on as faces appear in boxes from webcams, multitudes of them. I realise I recognise many as men I have ripped off in the past and I cast my gaze to the opposite wall in mortification, finding no privacy as that wall is a mirrored walk-in wardrobe, leaving no inch of the room free from leering gazes.

"Ok guys, can you see everything? Chloe, give them a wave. These guys paid great money for this." Darnell orders.

Chloe acts out a couple of teasing postures on the bed as Darnell works to get the ideal positioning for the cameras to cover every inch of the room. When he's happy, he grins wickedly at me.

"Time for the fun to start. Strip, baby."

Chloe strips til she's in nothing but her black lace thong. Her beautiful tanned body contrasts perfectly with her sandy streaked hair and her perky C cup tits, slightly smaller than my own shameful fake ones, have light pink nipples that stand gorgeously to attention. She lays on her back and lazily plays with her hair.

"Alright fellas! Here we have the subject of our attention. May I present: Bambi! Once a cocky little blackmailing hotshot, now a sissified little bitch for your viewing pleasure. We'll see her take loads in her mouth, on her face, in her pussy... Nothing is off limits, and everything has been fully paid for."

"I... Won't..." I whisper meekly.

"What's that?" He grins. He brings a camera over and holds it above me. His cargo shorts drop around his ankles. I'm instantly hit with the hot musky smell of his long heavy penis, a few inches from my face. It's at least five inches, as long as mine erect, when soft. I close my eyes and mouth tight.

"Say that again, sissy bitch." He takes a step forward I open one eye and all I see is his soft cock slowly come towards me before its warmth is pressing against my nose, into my face, the girth of it smothering me into submission. I hear faint laughter in the background and realise the crowds are slightly audible through the PC speakers.

The smell is my entire world. I try to stop breathing. He holds my head against it. Rubs it up and down on my face.

"What do you think, Chloe, hun?"

"I think he makes a hot little slut."

More laughter. I hold back a sob.

Darnell groans a little as he rubs his hardening cock on my cheeks, against my tightly closed mouth.

"Open up, little bitch." He's semi erect now. I shake my head. I muffle a "no" from tightly closed lips.

"Hey Chloe, he ever cum in you?"

"Nope, we never even fucked! Just handjobs, or him eating me out. I just liked his money, to be honest."

Darnell threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"You a virgin, sissy?"

Fuck. I always hoped noone would ever find out. I avert my eyes however I can, quickly try to get to my feet, get pushed hard back down. My resistance is answer enough.

"Oh my God, he is!" Chloe giggles.

"Now. Open your mouth and get this dick hard, or I'm going to fuck your girl raw. Your choice." Darnell says sternly.

I open my eyes. He's above me, smirking, camera in the other hand. The heavy eyeshadow on my eyelids makes me feel... Too tired to keep resisting. I look over to Chloe, she's giggling every so often, shaking her head at me.

"Chloe, I... Can we still, even after this?" I plead. I pathetically hope she'll still be with me after this, and I can expose Darnell for the blackmailing monster he is.

"Sure, honey. Whatever you like." She says dismissively.

Alright. I still have a chance with her. I just have to take this bit of embarrassment, then he'll let me go.

"If I do it, can we go?" I ask.

"Sure, champ." Says Darnell condescendingly. "But something tells me you won't want to." Behind him, snickering from the crowd of ~200 faces.

I look at it. He's been stroking slowly and a small bead of precum is now on the tip of his dick. It is staring me in the face, it is all I can smell. It will all be over soon, I tell myself, and it will be just me and Chloe again.

I part my lips slightly to cheers from the crowd, giggles from Chloe and a grin from Darnell.

"From now on, address me only as Master. And no teeth, or I go in that ass raw."

His hips push forward. The first cock I've ever tasted slips between my lips and onto my tongue. The taste is as it smells, musky and warm, it fills my mouth quickly. The saltiness of precum leaves a trace on my tongue. The bulky head pushes against the roof of my mouth, then further forward to the back of my throat.

"Goood little sissy, get that black cock nice and hard!" Darnell gloats. I hear camera shutters and more giggles from Chloe.

"Chloe, get that pussy wet." He orders.

"Mmwait, what?" I try to pull back but Darnell grabs my glued wig and yanks me onto his stiffening cock. I gag. He begins to fuck my mouth, rubbing the musky head all over my mouth, my tongue. He takes it out. I see it with my red lipstick stained on it, precum oozing from the tip. He wipes it across my face and puts it back in my mouth.

"Plea-" I am cut off. He takes it out and thrusts it back in as I hear Chloe moan, her fingers slick with her pussy juices, rubbing her clit through her thong. Cheers from the audience.

"Good girls, both doing so well." He is now thrusting in and out of my mouth and I try to speak between thrusts.

"Ple-mff mfont aghh ffuck mmm her!" I garble between thrusts. All I taste is salt and sweat and musk and the weighty heat of black cock is making it impossible to think. He takes it out and fully slaps it across my face, the heavy eight-inch erection smarting as it slaps wetly against my cheek.

"Fuck up, bitch!" He inserts it one last time, all the way to the hilt, my nose against his beltline, I gag hard as his meat fills my throst, then he rips my head away one last time.

"Chloe, panties off. Time to cheat on your 'man'." Master commands.

"Please, no! You promised!" I cry, mascara running down my cheeks.

"Bitch, shut up now, and I'll allow you to have lube when it's your turn." He growls at me.

I whimper quietly as Chloe exposes her perfect pink wet pussy, hairless and smooth. I would give anything to fuck her like that, on her back, legs spread. The pink cage cruelly constrains my desperate clitty

"You want it raw, baby girl?"

"Fuck yes, Darnell, please." She bites her glossy pink bottom lip as he comes towards her, clublike cock erect.

"Make sure he can see!" Someone calls from the crowd.

"Shit, sorry guys. I got a little carried away."

Darnell put me at the edge of the bed, a camera still in my face. Chloe on her back, perfect tits at attention, tanned frame dainty in her compromised position, back of her hot pink nails visible as she plays with her hot pink pussy. Darnell grabs my head.

"Smell that." He shoves my face near her pussy. I can feel the heat, the need of the lips to engulf hard cock and the perfect tight warm hole to be filled, smell her beautiful wetness and the pheromones, I am positively in pain against my chastity cage. He lays my head down sideways.

"Now watch."

He takes his wet cock, still lubed from my spit, and positions the thick head against her sopping pussy lips. There is a soft sound as his bare cockhead parts her gentle pink teenage pussy lips and the contrast of her light tan skin against the deeply rich blackness of his has never been more tauntingly apparent.

"Please, no." I whisper. Defeated.

"Mmmm," Chloe moans.

He pushes forward slowly, making gentle circles against her clit with that same finger he used to violate me earlier. Chloe moans, a gorgeously light and ecstatic sound, one I have never heard in person before, only on porn videos.

"You're ten times the man he ever was." She says between quickening breaths.

"I know that, baby."

Darnell pushes his bare cock deep into my girlfriend, leaving about four inches to spare. He points the camera at me as tears leak weakly onto the bed. Pulls back out, back in, leaves less length this time. Then again. Every time closer to the hilt. Chloe is clawing the sheets.

"Please give it all to me, Master, please!" She moans loudly.

Darnell smiles cruelly. He pulls out, then smoothly slides all the way into Chloe. Balls deep, bareback, in my beautiful girlfriend. Her pleasure as Darnell bottoms out is bouncing off the walls as he steps up his game, thrusting harder now, I smell the sex mingled between them, feel the heat of their friction inches from my face as the fucking kicks up a gear. Slopping wet sounds come as his cock fills her pussy and it her juices overflow and gather at her ass and pool on the white sheets below. My girlfriend is fucked into complete ecstasy by the huge black cock hammering into her, filling her perfectly as I never could.

"Oh, oh ff fuck Darnell, Master, please, ohhh nngod..."

Her legs are now pinned back against her shoulders and she is moaning on every thrust. Darnell is hammering so hard her juice, and their combined sweat, fly off of them and splat damply against my face. My wrists and ankles chafe as I try uncomfortably to adjust my straining clitty.

"You want it all?" Says Darnell, grunting hard now.

"Yes. Please. Cum in me. Please fill me, Master." She is begging and shrieking with pleasure now, eyes rolling back in her head and tongue lolling. Her voice and breathing are ragged, she is beside herself with pleasure, delirious, fucked into a state of complete bimbo arousal, fulfilling her life purpose.

Darnell groans and the fucking becomes absolutely frenzied. The wet slap of black skin on white gets faster, his huge balls slap against her ass wet from their juices, cock hammers in and out frenetically, Chloe moans and cums loudly for the fifth, sixth, perhaps seventh time, then the frenzy stops...

Darnell bottoms out and releases an almighty roar as he comes balls-deep bareback in my girlfriend. She spasms and twitches in delirious ecstatic pleasure as she takes his cum, panting and moaning like a rutted hound as he fills her. The thick creamy cum overflows from her pussy plugged and slightly stretched with black veiny meat, I can see the liquid mingled with her own creamy juices hotly frothed and running down her beautiful peachy ass into the sopping pool gathered on the sheets below. Her last moans subside and she pants hotly, whispering only...

"Thank you... Thank you..."

"You're welcome, baby." Darnell pants lightly too, and squeezes her thigh. He takes a second, then turns his commanding gaze to me. "She was a good sport. Now for part two." He rolls me on my back and straddles my chest.

"Open."

I realise he can do whatever he wants to me. I comply.

The black cock fills my mouth again. My world narrows down to the smell and taste of salt, pussy, sweat, and cum from both sources. He pushes deeper and wipes it inside my throat and mouth as I gag and accumulate liquid. Takes it out, plopping against my lips.

"Swallow." My master commands. I comply, gagging as the salty dense liquids slither down my throat. He pulls me up, to where Chloe lays in a dreamy well-fucked satisfaction. Forces my face by my hair into the mixed pool of sweat, pussy juice, and cum just below her ass.

"Lap it up."

He smears me against it, humiliated, as my tongue laps against the sodden material. I cannot avoid my nose being positioned directly next to her intimidatingly close asshole, smelling its sweaty musky odour.

"She can get my ass while she's down there!" Chloe says with a greedy grin.

"Surely a privilege, for a sissy like her!" Darnell smirks.

Chloe lifts her legs back and further exposes her drenched asshole. She had asked me to eat her ass before but I had refused out of dignity. Now, I lean forward, my nose against her well-fucked cummy pussy, and stick my tongue into her rear, lapping up the runoff juices. I swallow every sweaty drop, too afraid not to.

"Now, better get to cleaning up that pussy, boy." Snickers Darnell. He pulls me back out of her ass by the hair and then pushes my face hard into it. Cum covers me as Chloe grinds her creampied pussy against my nose, moaning softly. She pushes and releases the cum that was inside; I gulp it down as she feels the complete and ultimate pleasure of being both a well-fucked submissive woman for a dominant alpha and the dominant mistress in complete control of a submissive sissy. This pleasure overloads her already sensitive pussy and she pulls my head fully into its sticky-fucked wetness, I cannot breathe anything but cum and her teenage pussy as she cums again and again on my face and seemingly endless waves of her lover's salty thick cum flow from her pussy and down my throat. Darnell laughs in the background and I hear the cha-ching sound as multiple tips come from paying customers on the PC.

Finally Chloe lets me go, looking like a bukkaked whore with a belly full of cum, and we both collapse panting on the bed. I tentatively touch my tongue to my lips where the salty aftertaste of Darnell's musky cum still resides, and catch myself thinking...

Maybe cum doesn't taste too bad after all?

With Chloe fully spent and satisfied in the afterglow of orgasm, and me broken and humiliated, Darnell turns to the audience on the PC screen.

"Now that phase one is complete, you may start bidding for phase two privileges." He enters a few commands on the keyboard. I look up at Chloe through the gap between her still spread legs, above her well-fucked and licked cunt, and see a glazed look in her eye. I realise she has likely been hypnotised too. I sit up on the bed, awkwardly trying to get used to my new cage restraining my clitty.

"W-what is phase two... Can we please go now?" I plead. The salty mixture of their intermingling sex juices is still fresh on my lips as I beg. "You had your fun with us... You taught me a lesson... Master." I say meekly.

"Listen, Bambi. Things are going to change for you now. This is going to be a big part of your life - money has already changed hands, and you two have been designated to become part of our network. You brought it on yourself when you blackmailed these gentlemen." Darnell stares hard at me, his gaze enough to have me whimpering. "Now it's too late."

I sob. Chloe is on her back, twirling her sandy blonde hair with one hand and playing with her cummy pussy with the other, like she doesn't have a care in the world, the same glazed look on her face.

"Snap out of it, Chloe!" I say, shaking her by the shoulders. She just giggles.

"Relax! Master knows what is best for us." She smiles dreamily.

"See? Chloe understands." Darnell grins a wide toothy grin, then turns back to the monitors. "Fellas, phase two bidding has begun. Phase two conditioning will now take place until midnight tonight. May the best man win." With that, he shuts down the PC system and turns back around, chiseled naked Adonis frame still covered in a sheen of sweat, python cock hanging freely. I shiver as I remember how he dominated me completely; forcing me to suck his cock, how he claimed my teenage girlfriend's virginity raw as I watched, came inside her deep, and forced me to clean up the creampie.

He places his hands behind his back and paces back and forth, his military posture always perfect. Begins to dictate.

"The current time is 2100 hours. That gives us three hours until the bidding process is done. In that time you will experience alterations, and we will begin conditioning similar to the kind you experienced when I first contacted you both."

I remember the hypnosis files that made me black out, made me do embarrassing feminine things I couldn't remember... Forced me into the predicament I am now in, a sissy in a blonde wig dressed in a black and hot pink babydoll chamois with black thigh-high stockings with hot pink bows, a lacy black garter belt, and Chloe's sexy sheer knickers. Clitty locked away in a pink chastity cage.

"This conditioning, however, will be far deeper, far more effective, and permanent. You will become a pair of cock-addicted bimbos dedicated to servicing any pole placed in front of you to the best of your ability. You will make us money from your videos, selling your bodies, particularly your anal virginities... And you will enjoy every second."

Chloe giggles and squeaks excitedly. My jaw drops.

"No! You can't make us! It's i*****l!" I exclaim defiantly.

"Your girlfriend's mind was broken with surprising ease. To be honest, I don't think she had much of one to begin with. You will take only marginally more time. Plus, I believe you're already acquiring a taste for black cum." He says with a massive grin.

"I-" I begin, but the words catch in my throat. I mean I did shamefully, briefly, begin to savour the taste of his cum, but... No! It must have been the hypnosis! "I'm still straight! You can't make me!" I growl, and get up off the bed with a mind to get my things and storm out.

All I see is Darnell lean forward and snap his fingers - and time slows down. My eyes lose focus and glaze over, my senses dull and I feel like I am underwater. He speaks muffled words. Counts down from ten and the lower the numbers go, the more my vision blurs... Until I fall backwards onto the bed, enveloped in warm, comfortable blackness.

I awaken groggily. With bleary eyes I cast my gaze around - I'm in a small dark room, the only light is from a bare red bulb overhead. My hearing still feels muffled. As I come to I realise I cannot move - my wrists and ankles are bound by restraints strapped to a heavy pink leather armchair. Black stiletto heels lift my feet a few inches off the bare concrete ground. I feel the addition of a tight collar around my throat, and look down over my C-cup breastforms to see Darnell switched my outfit. I am now in a crotchless pink lycra bodysuit with gaps at my hips - I notice even in the red light that my usually pale skin is darkened head to toe in fake tan, too. I smell the biscuity scent of it mingling with heavily sprayed cheap perfume. In front of me is a huge monitor and on the walls to either side of me are four smaller PC-size ones. My lips feel funny, tingly somehow.

The red light switches off remotely and I am in complete darkness. In the dark, with my senses heightened, I feel a draft on my bare asshole and know that there is a round hole in the bottom of this chair, exposing me from underneath. I feel rising panic before the huge monitor on the wall in front of me fires up. Darnell's face appears on it like a huge God.

"Where am I?!" I scream at him. "Where is Chloe?" I feel I can barely hear my own voice.

He smiles. Presses a button on a remote. The monitors to my right on the wall fire up to show a video feed in multiple angles of Chloe in a similar small room to me, bound to a chair, softly sleeping. I realise our outfits are identical. Her makeup has been perfectly applied too. I discover the object muffling my hearing is a pair of studio-grade wireless headphones as my Master's voice plays through them with crystal clear clarity.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" Darnell purrs. "Don't worry, we took the time to work on you too." Another click and the screens to my left come to life - four different angles of me bound to the chair. From behind, both sides, and the front. Full coverage. My breath is taken away as I don't recognise myself anymore - they have made me look like a complete trashy whore with plastered-on makeup! My lips have been puffed up with silicone filler?! And to top it off, the black leather collar around my neck sparkles with a single jewelled word: "Cumslut".

"Cleanup, transport, and whoring up your appearance took up an hour of valuable training time, so the next two hours will require your devoted attention. After that you will be pleasing the highest bidder. So make the most of your training." With a sneer Darnell cuts the feed.

I look to the left at my own live feed and see a number count pop up at the top left. The count begins around 3, then rises to 15, then jumps to 75. It must be sick-minded viewers joining an online stream to watch me, the sissy-in-training available for purchase. I feel sickened.

The front monitor comes back to life. As it does I hear a soft binaural drone slowly increase in volume in my ears. I try to shake the headphones off but they are tight to my head and I only succeed in whipping my cheeks with my long blonde wig. Ahead of me I see pink numbers, but these are counting down. In my ears a soft, lilting, ethereal feminine voice accompanies the display.

"The purpose of this countdown is to relax you, Bambi. I will count down from five to zero. When I reach zero, I will say the word 'calm'. When I do, you will experience a full-bodied calm. Ready?"

I am far from ready, but cannot deny the authoratative feminine voice is soothing, and the mix of the audio with the binaural drone begins to feel like a warm duvet for my brain.

"5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

Calm."

I feel a supreme tranquility wash over me. Muscles in my body I didn't even know were tensed simultaneously relax and I sink back in the chair.

"This time, when I say the word, you will exhale all your worries, stresses, and anxieties at once, in one long breath. Ready?"

I nod.

"Calm."

I exhale to the fullest comfortable extent possible for a human. In my ears the drone is layered perfectly with the soft washing of waves against the beach. I automatically picture myself lazing on a warm shore, without a care in the world.

"Here, in the beach of your mind, you are immune to the worries and struggles of the external world." Her voice is so seductive now, I hang on every word. My eyes are glazing over.

"You begin to feel each muscle of your body relaxing to its fullest extent, and then a little more. You feel as if you cannot move a muscle, as if you do not want to move a muscle ever again without my say-so, because you would not want to interrupt such a beautiful, peaceful calm."

I agree completely. On the screen before me a soft pink spiral begins to swirl, casting a comforting pink light against my body and the room.

"In the middle of the spiral now, you will begin to see some images. Beautiful women in various states of undress. When I click my fingers, I just want you to say 'I want to be her'. The words will just slip quietly and easily from between your plump bimbo lips, and you can think about what they mean later."

In my head, vaguely, distantly, alarm bells sound, but I am on the pleasure beach of my mind, too far away to question why they would ring.

A gorgeous tanned blonde in a skimpy blue dress with DD-cup tits appears on the screen. I gaze dreamily at her, wanting to fuck her... To be her?

*Snap* in my ears.

"I want to be her." I whisper.

Then a big titted brunette in glasses, bending over a desk in a short work skirt, biting her lip at the camera.

*Snap*

"I want to be her." I whisper again, a little louder.

A blonde bimbo in an ultra short bodycon dress with neon pink lipstick, winking at the camera. My clitty twitches, arousal growing.

"I want to be her." I murmur. Relaxing waves swell through me every time I affirm.

Five more are cycled, big-titted beautiful bimbos each one, usually blonde with the occasional brunette. I get hotter and hotter. Then the images change.

This time it's a blonde in a black nanoskirt and pink tube top. She's in a club, sitting on the knee of a large black guy, looking at the camera whilst another fondles her tits. I hesitate for a second.

*Snap*

"I want to be her." Out of nowhere my voice betrays me, speaking vocally this time. Another image.

The same blonde, same club, this time on her knees. Thick, veiny black cocks in either of her hands, she looks seconds away from leaning in to suck one.

*Snap*

"I want to be her." I say, betrayed again by how longing my voice sounds. I bite my bottom lip, wondering how I lost control, feeling how juicy it is, feeling horny.

I repeat my commands over and over as she moves through sucking and wanking both cocks, to being spitroasted raw on the club floor. The heat of my arousal is a fire in my smooth belly and clitty now and I can't help but picture myself as her; I even look like her now, my mouth feels empty and hangs open as I stare at the screen. Another image.

This time it is the POV of the black guy behind her. He has pulled out of her pussy and is about to push his thick cockhead in and fuck her ass.

"You have been a very good sissy, Bambi. When I say good sissy, you feel deep relaxing arousal flow through you, emanating from your sissy pussy, clitty, and nipples. Good sissy."

"Mmm..." A girly moan escapes me at the words, I feel warm sensitive pleasurable prickles in my clitty and my nipples in response to the words.

"Do you want to continue being a good sissy?"

"Yes. Yes, please." I beg, feeling so on edge, teetering at the top of the slope of horniness that I know must end in sexual release, feeling like I would do anything for the voice in my ears.

"Very well. Now I want you to chant something for me. You must chant 'I want cock in my pussy'. You must do this over and over again in your best slutty voice, and when you do, you will be rewarded as a good sissy. Ready?"

Too deliriously horny to care what the words mean, I begin chanting already, in the highest and girliest voice I can muster.

"I want cock in my pussy! I want cock in my pussy! I want cock in my pussy!"

"Keep chanting. Keep watching the screen."

4k GIFS and videos of sissies being fucked in the ass in every position replace the still images on my screen. All of them are locked, all of them being fucked raw, a mega-compilation of submissive sissy bitches having their boipussies and throats dominated by Masters of every race, being spitroasted, gangbanged, used as fuckpuppets. I hear pleasurable feminine moans in my ears as I chant and stare hungrily at the screen, accepting the conditioning deeply.

"I want cock in my pussy!"

"Then your wish will be granted Bambi. You are a good sissy. Do not forget to moan like the other whores!"

I feel a whirring sensation from below the chair. I cast a quick look to my left at the screen: I see a 6-inch pink dildo, shining with lube, slowly ascending towards my ass. To my right Chloe is ahead of me in her training, already bouncing and moaning and drooling with her thick pink dildo in her teen pussy. I want to be liker her. The screen captivates my gaze again and my virgin ass feels like it needs to be filled, like it has always needed to be filled. I posture so my cheeks are spread and ready and drool from my mouth while I wait in perfect yearning arousal for the dildo to find my ass.

Whilst a video of a platinum blonde curly-haired sissy in a satin pink nightie on her hands and knees on a hotel bed being spitroasted by two black guys plays, subliminal visuals cut through and play for a split second during the scene, each time mirrored by a sped-up female voice in both my ears.

I AM HER.

Despite her mouth being plugged she moans with the cocks pistoning at both ends.

I WAS MADE FOR THIS.

She looks up at the black guy fucking her mouth with immense gratitude in her face, I can tell she hopes it won't ever end.

I LOVE COCK IN MY MOUTH AND PUSSY.

The two black bulls bottom out inside her, cumming deep in both holes. She pushes her hips back hilt-deep on the black cock in her sissy pussy whilst swallowing greedily.

I AM CUM ADDICTED.

The two men move off and are replaced by two more. The moans on my ears are like a heavenly choir of fucked sissies. I feel a slight coldness as the lube on top of the dildo touches my sissy pussy. It pushes upward with gentle pressure and I moan and grind against it in my shackled chair.

"Good sissy."

"Mmmm fuck..." I speak and moan like a girl now. I am like a bitch in heat. I need more. I can't wrench my eyes away from the scene before me. I want to be her. To be Bambi. Forever.

The dildo pushes in gently now, two inches deep, then three inches, spreading and filling my virgin sissy pussy for the first time, filling me more completely than I ever have been. I buck my hips, already trying to ride the gorgeous hot feeling of immense pleasure in my sissy pussy.

"Good sissy."

I moan like a whore.

The dildo pushes to four inches deep, brushing against my G-spot. My mouth involuntarily makes an O as the electric contact paralyzes me - then it gently pulls out. Then back in against it, deeper this time. My clitty doesn't even attempt to get hard now but leaks a stream of precum that soaks my thighs like a wet schoolgirl about to be fingered for the first time.

MY PUSSY IS WHERE I GET MY PLEASURE.

The dildo is fucking me now. I am moaning and drooling, riding it as much as I can, straining to get it as deep as possible, wanting to be the sissy on TV. I feel my first anal orgasm rising within me, my eyelids heavy with mascara going droopy, my head starting to loll as I push my hips down and try to fuck the dildo like the best sissy I can be.

Then the dildo goes deep and stops, resting against my prostate. I grind hungrily against it, whimpering a bit at the loss of pounding pleasure.

"Now it is time for your reward. Your first sissygasm. You have been a good sissy. You want to be a good sissy forever."

The central monitor becomes the livefeed of me from the front. I am in awe of how fucking sexy, slutty, and turned on I look. I push my tits out and bite my lip like a shy bratty teen girl. In the top right the viewer count reads 10,034.

My mind and body melt as the dildo begins to vibrate hard against my prostate. It pulls out and picks up momentum as it fucks me again. My sissy pussy is tensing and gripping the ribbed shaft, the gorgeous filling vibrating electric pleasure is more than I can bear. The moans in my ears reach a crescendo. I buck my hips and strain against my restraints as I cry out.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUUCKK..."

I cum, exploding into convulsive pleasure, experiencing my first ever anal orgasm.

My eyes roll back in my head and I go limp. The dildo vibration switches to a pulse setting. My legs shake violently as my clitty shoots its first limp load, leaking down my thighs and running down my smooth shaven legs, streaking my fake tan with my own cum. My pelvis and sissy pussy is beyond my control, a zone of electric shuddering pleasure, my pussy tensing and gripping the pink cock like it is milking the cum from it again and again. Each pulse of heavenly vibration melts my overloaded mind and body into a girly pink puddle, feminising me completely and integrating Bambi into my core, making her and I into one. s**ttered voices in my ears reinforce my conditioning over and over again...

I AM A GOOD WHORE...

I LOVE PLEASING COCKS...

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN...

I AM A GOOD SISSY FOREVER...

I fade in and out of reality as my mind is broken and each pulse of the dildo destroys and reinvents me, breaking down everything I thought I was and transforming me into a cock-slobbering, insatiable bimbo fucktoy.

After what could be five or fifty minutes my shuddering, quaking full-body orgasm ends and my head hangs down as I pant heavily, exhausted. The anal dildo still nestles inside me, my receptive pussy now welcoming to its presence. The voice in my head speaks once more.

"Good sissy. Phase two of conditioning - complete." The monitor and video feeds die and the room is soaked in dim red light again. I can do nothing but attempt to catch my breath as I try to collate the remnants of my shattered mind. I scan my brain weakly with the little energy I have left and find in its melted state that I only know one thing for certain.

I want to be a Good Sissy.

Exhausted and still restrained in my pink leather training chair, and doused with a fine layer of sweat, I try to recover from the mind-melting experience. Panting heavily, tremors and aftershocks shake through my body, the six-inch dildo still lodged inside me, still claiming me.

The soft whirring sound starts again as the dildo gently recedes out of me with a wet plop. I whisper an involuntary "Ohhh..." as it leaves me empty again, confusion about what I just experienced setting in, images flashing through my mind and internally echoing the commands I had heard. Do I really want this? Was it just the heat of the moment... Do I really want to be Bambi?

I hear the sound of the black metal door opening behind me, still muffled by the headphones, and in comes Darnell, with Chloe crawling behind him like a faithful hound, a leash attached to her own collar that reads 'BIMBO' in jewelled lettering. She now has a red ballgag slotted into her mouth and the same dreamy cum-drunk expression on her face. Darnell lifts the headphones from my head and my hearing returns. I still haven't quite caught my breath.

"Well, well... Quite the show you put on there." Darnell says, amused.

"What... What time is it..."

Darnell takes a small bottle of water from his pocket and opens it, slowly tipping it into my mouth. I gulp it down thirstily, dehydrated from my training session.

"There's a good sissy."

My clitty twitches at the words. I drain the last of the water, spilling a little down my chin as I cannot use my hands.

"The time is 2330. Do you know what that means?"

I shake my head. I don't know anything anymore.

"It means in thirty minutes you will have a new owner. Which means you need to wash up and touch up your makeup." He nods to the soaked, sticky mess on my thighs. "Quite the mess you made, too." His expression turns curious and he squats down to eye level, examining me like a farmer would his prize-winning pig. "How do you feel?"

It takes me a second to register what he has said. After a few more seconds I still don't know the answer.

"C... Confused?" I squeak. My voice is higher and girlier than I remember it.

"What is your name?"

I root around in my brain. There's some other word in there, I sense its presence vaguely in my mind like a stranger in the background, but the main one that comes to mind, flowery and pink and bright, is:

"Bambi?"

Darnell grins, pats me gently on the head.

"Very good, Bambi. Very good. You really took to your training. That's a good sissy."

My clitty strains and I stifle a moan at the words.

"It will soon be time for phase three, and I must tell you - there are only three phases to this operation." Darnell produces a second pink leather leash from his pocket, about a metre long.

"Is there... Training in phase three?" I say, surprising myself at how hopeful I sound.

"If you're a good sissy there will be hotter and heavier training every day for the rest of your life." Darnell smiles patronizingly and looks at me like a man reassuring a c***d of a concept only an adult could grasp. My sissy pussy tingles at the prospect of more training.

Darnell attaches my leash, then loosens my restraints. I stand and he turns me and bends me over the chair. I bite my lip, half afraid and half hoping he is going to fuck me right here and now. My body betrays my desire as I arch my back, and he laughs.

"Eager little sissy. Sadly, it won't be me that will be the first in that tight ass." The sting of a hard, painful spank against my right asscheek from Darnell's huge hand draws a sharp gasp from me as it echoes off the walls.

"We're just going to plug you, keep you nice and open down there." Cold lube and soft plastic push open my slightly sore sissy pussy again as a small black buttplug is inserted, I gasp again as it pushes in deep past the flared base and my asspussy closes around it.

"Make sure you keep it in. Alright, on your knees."

Whilst on my knees he fixes the same ballgag to my mouth that Chloe has. Then with a leash in each hand he leads us out of the training room and I crawl from dark concrete to bright carpet, wiggling my ass a little as I try to maintain grip on my plug.

My eyes sting for a second at the adjustment to normal lights. I am confused by my surroundings, a very long and thin beige corridor with at least thirty numbered metal doors on each side. At either end of the corridor are carpeted stairs and the only colour I see is beige - the black metal door is only painted on the outside, the training rooms within must all be bare apart from the screens. Darnell takes a key from his pocket numbered 14 and locks my door with it, reminding me of the kind of service you would get by simply renting a locker somewhere. I can hear the muffled moaning and crying out from what I assume to be other sissies behind the closed doors and feel a pang of envy at their submissive pleasure. Now that they are all closed the doors form a solid wall of beige.

"One more thing you need to understand," Darnell says, "despite the fact you are complying, the next phase requires absolute obedience, so just in case you start to yearn for your past life..."

He produces a complicated-looking remote with dials and several buttons, turns a dial, then presses a button.

Instantly I am gripped by a disabling electric shock from my collar, causing me to faceplant from all fours on the carpet, twitching. As quickly as it came, it ends, and leaves me panting, terrified at his power over me.

"Now, that was around a 3 on the dial, and as they say in Spinal Tap 'this goes to eleven'. However, with compliance..." He presses another button and my buttplug pulses pleasurably three times, making me wiggle and shake my ass in the air, to giggles from Chloe.

"So now you understand the system. Any questions?"

I shake my head furiously.

"Good sissy." The words make my clitty tingle and I get another three pulses from the plug, making me leak deliciously.

"Now follow."

Without much choice, pulled by the lead, we crawl behind Darnell to the end of the corridor. As we reach the stairs a man walks past us, a well-dressed pudgy white man standing at around 5' 7". He's one of the only men I have seen in my life to still wear a monocle, and he examines us studiously.

"Evening, Darnell."

"Good evening, Peter. How is business?" Darnell smiles, showing clear respect to the older man.

"Booming as always, my friend. I say, these two look like fine specimens." He crouches a little to examine us, and I find his posh English accent pleasing to the ear.

"The girl is a tight fuck, but this little sissy has become a favourite project of mine." Darnell grins his trademark shark-toothed grin as my cheeks blush. Peter smiles, which makes me realise how small his mouth is relative to his pudgy cheeks. He toys with my collar.

"Cumslut, eh? I bet you are. How much are they going for?"

"Bidding's still open for another half hour. Take them separately or together, as you like."

"Hmm..." Peter strokes his brown moustache. "Perhaps. If you'll excuse me, I have one of my own to collect, a petite little thing. The Japs go to market particularly well these days." The two men finish their pleasantries and walk away with a respectful nod. I crawl up the stairs carefully. At the top we reach two mahogany double doors guarded by a swipe-card security system.

"Conduct yourself accordingly here. Embarrass me and you will be punished." He warns.

Darnell swipes a keycard on a lanyard around his neck and opens the doors up into a lavishly furnished, ornate hotel lobby; a busy hive of activity. There are hundreds of people here in the sprawling lobby, and my cheeks redden shamefully as I am effectively exposed publicly as a sissy. I try to keep my head down so my wig trails over my face while I sneak glimpses of my high class surroundings.

The floor is cold and hard on my hands and knees as we walk through, the whole lobby floor a sea of beautiful blue marble. Large exotic plants and ferns tastefully decorate the interior, and erotic paintings hang from the walls. There are at least eight sets of double mahogany doors on each wall, and out of the large, gold-plated windows at the front of the building I can see large golden gates menacing with spikes rising around the entrance, beyond that, nothing but the darkness of night and trees and woodland enveloping the road in. Within the confines of the floodlit gates are nothing but luxury cars and limos: Bugattis, Rolls-Royce, Porsche, high-end Mercedes... The works.

The slave-master dynamic that we share in our group of three definitely extends to the other parties in the bustling lobby. Some Masters are sitting in the sprawling seating areas, but all sissies and sluts remain leashed and on the floor. Busty bimbos with fake bolt-on tits, curled blonde hair, and in revealing pink or black lingerie are the norm, always attached to wealthy-looking Masters. Some are receiving blowjobs, some directly fucking and breaking in sissies on the floor of the hotel lobby; one poor sissy in the corner was being gangbanged by four black guys at once, and looked to have the cum of at least three others plastered on her. Her tired yelps and moans echo through the grand hotel lobby. Other than that, the general noise level is quite respectful, the conversation sitting at a low hum whilst jazz piano is played by a house pianist in the corner.

We reach a long red carpet that stretches from the large reception area to the two huge opaque glass doors at the entrance, and take our place in a queue. One black Master at the front, large but not quite Darnell size, is arguing the toss about some charges for sissy service to his room he apparently didn't order. Immediately before us are two well-dressed female Mistresses in grey business wear and sunglasses, accompanied by two sluts on leashes and a third, rare, standing sissy pulling two suitcases behind her, presumably granted standing privilege in order to carry the luggage. One of the two, a short black haired no-nonsense type with a cute beauty spot above her upper lip turns around and pulls down her sunglasses, revealing dark inviting hazel eyes as she breaks her icy demeanour with an excited smile.

"Darnell! We haven't seen you for ages!"

Darnell seems a little taken aback, and laughs.

"Well if it isn't the two most ruthless Mistresses in all of Hotel Babylon. How are we?" The three exchange warm hugs. The taller of the two dark-haired women has a pointed nose and sharp features. She sneers down at me so I avert my eyes to the ground.

"Pathetic." She mocks me.

"Now now, Cindy, if you want to bully Bambi here you'll need to bid like everyone else. Looks like you have your hands full, anyway." Darnell nods at the gagged and leashed sluts on the floor. The bubbly small woman giggles.

"When we're done with them, they're not gonna be able to spell the word 'fuck'!" The sluts on the floor widen their eyes and exchange worried looks.

"Abby... still melting minds, I see." Darnell chuckles. The three laugh and talk for a while, making naughty references to a specific weekend they had at the hotel when they shot some sissies up with LSD and ecstasy and had a gangbang that resulted in Darnell shooting creampies in both Cindy and Abby multiple times in the same night, whilst they watched the confused and horny sissies attempt to earn enough release from chastity to fuck each other with their limp clitties.

Eventually the man's complaint is resolved and Cindy and Abby collect their room keys from the desk and agree to meet Darnell after the auction where Chloe and I will be sold. I feel a little apprehensive anxiety at the thought of being sold to someone as depraved as the two women, and in truth I can feel some of the heavy conditioning wearing off. Without showing it, I feel some panic and scan for a way out, but all I see is those two grand doors, so far away.

Darnell swaps his training key for a regular room key. The gorgeous bimbo blonde on reception has busty tits that spill out of her skimpy version of a concierge uniform and heavily plastered makeup. She smiles at him and upgrades him to a penthouse suite, compliments of the house.

"Never had a complaint about the service here." Darnell says with a wink. I am momentarily daunted at the thought of crawling up one of the two massive marble staircases leading to the upper levels, but then Darnell walks us to the far end of the lobby, and I realise that he is mercifully taking us to the elevators.

The interior of the elevator is soft pink cushioned walls and floor, a welcome break for my sore knees. I am also grateful to be out of the public eye. Darnell checks his phone and smirks.

"Not long left now, ladies."

We exit the elevator back onto beige carpeted hallway and Darnell swipes into his room; the penthouse suite appears to take half of this entire floor of the hotel, the other half being another suite. The open-plan living room and bar area is sprawling, the soft beige carpeted floor contrasting with the dark leather corner sofa and armchairs directed towards a forty-inch OLED TV. In a depression in the middle of the room is a large hot tub. The entirety of the far wall is floor-to-ceiling glass, giving a gorgeous view of the moon and stars shining down onto country fields. I wonder where the hell we are, and feel a stab of anxiety, wondering if anyone is looking for us.

On the right wall, either side of a large aquarium filled with tropical fish, are four black doors leading presumably to bedrooms and a bathroom. Darnell gestures to the nearest one.

"Bambi, go in there and clean up good. There is an enema kit and everything else you need, take a real nice bath. I'm gonna keep an eye on the final bids while your girl greases my pole one last time." Darnell orders.

Ashamed, I slink off towards the door whilst Darnell sits on the sprawling sofa, his legs parted, Chloe kneeling between them, pulling his hefty cock from his cargo shorts.

"Oh and you can remove the plug, but not the collar." He calls. "Use the little cotton-bud things in there to clean it." Darnell is clearly right at home here.

The sounds of Chloe sucking and slurping on his huge black cock becomes muffled as I shut the door behind me and stand painfully on my stilettos. I take them off and massage my feet for a second.

The bathroom is as lavish and splendid as everything else in the establishment. There is a large deep ornate bathtub taking up one corner, and a walk-in shower in the other. To my right is the toilet, looking like an ivory throne, and to my left a large mirrored cabinet next to the sink. I catch a gaze at myself again, makeup streaked by the sweat that dripped down my face while I rode the pink vibrator, fake nipples poking through the lycra material, shaved clitty dangling soft locked and useless from the crotchless area. My lips are fully puffed up around my ballgag, and shameful thoughts about my appearance begin to return. I hear the loud gagging and slurping sounds of face-fucking from the main room and quickly start running the hot tap for a bath to drown out the sound.

I peel off the bodysuit and remove my ballgag and plug, feeling empty once again. I check through the cabinet, which is a verifiable arsenal of perfumes, aftershaves, condoms, lubes, gags, bindings, enemas, and other strange apparatus.

The bath fills and I slip into it, grateful for the hot relaxing water to soothe my tender body. This seems to be my first quiet moment in the last twenty-four hours, which has passed in a blur. Now that the water is no longer running I hear the slapping of Darnell's massive balls against Chloe's ass and her horny moans and realise he must have got carried away and pulled her up onto him so she could ride him with her tight teenage pussy. My cheeks go red with shame as I think of my jacked black Master railing my girl once again, with me helpless to do anything but clean up the cummy mess afterwards. How could I have allowed this to happen?

The fucking sounds reach a crescendo as Chloe cums multiple times on his black cock, and just like the first time the tensing and squeezing of her orgasming hot wet pussy must be milking the cum from his cock as he holds her there balls-deep on the sofa. The noises die down, fading into tired panting, until the quiet is punctuated by an ecstatic shout from Darnell.

"Yes! Sold!" I hear him march towards the bathroom and freeze in fear. He flings the door open, his own giant naked frame intimidating my bathing sissy body. He enters with a giant grin and shows me his phone, an app flashing with green dollar signs.

"I just made more money from you in three hours than you could make in a year. Your sissy pussy and your girl are sold!"

I tremble with fear.

"W-who bought us, Master?"

"I ain't your Master no mo', though I couldn't resist taking your sweetheart's tight pussy for another test drive. Nope, you're sold - and I can't wait for you to meet your new owner. I'm gonna make myself a drink!" He goes out and shuts the door, whooping and hollering as he does. I hear footsteps to the minibar followed by the sound of Darnell laughing to himself and pouring a drink.

Accompanied only by the bubbles and the steam rising from my bath, I realise that my journey into becoming Bambi has barely even begun.