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Her loud yelling and her hand banging on the table startled me. I was blindfolded and shackled to the wall. I had heard her clicking the keys on her computer but it had obviously turned bad.

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“God damn it” she exclaimed

I moved my head as instinct as I couldn’t hear. I heard her bang both hands on the table and then her chair scraping against the floor before her heels clicked on the marble as she paced around.

“Shit. What the hell do I do now?” she asked herself quietly.

She continued to pace around, her heels gently clicking on the floor. Then her pace quickened and got louder. She was coming over to me.

She pulled the blindfold off and I blinked and squinted in the light. Mistress is 5 ft 10 with a slim but strong physique.

Her jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail and her ample breasts were squeezed into a low cut t-shirt and the denim she was wearing were skin tight and highlighted her perfect figure.

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“It’s all gone. My money is all gone.” She told me

I said nothing. History has taught me not to speak unless spoken to.

“Four direct debits have come out I wasn’t expecting and now I don’t have enough to cover the rent this month. It’s due in three days. What the hell do I do now?”

“I don’t know Mistress” I offered

“Of course you don’t. You’re too thick to come up with any kind of decent option.” She scorned.

“Can you not sell something?” I said

“Oh sell something?” she mocked sarcastically “Now why didn’t I think of that?” Her tone dripped sarcasm. “Just shut up and don’t speak anymore”

She was obviously worried but I stayed silent.

“I could ask my mom but she’s out of town at the moment. I could go to the bank but it’s the weekend”

she mused to herself.

She was still walking around when suddenly she stopped. An idea had obviously gotten into her head. She turned and looked at me with a look like a crocodile might give an antelope. She gently bit her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue sticking out.

She had a glint in her eye and a smirk on her face. I remembered that look from when I visited her femdom cam session once before

“I’ve just had a great idea for some quick money,”

she said.

Walking over to me she untied my arms and they fell to my side. I’d been chained there for about two hours and the blood rushed back to them. It felt like a relief.

“Let’s go”

she ordered and walked quickly from the room. I scurried behind her.

Ninety minutes later I was ready.

Mistress was sitting in her red leather armchair and I stood in front of her. She had taken me to her makeup room and dressed me up in a pair of white satin stockings, frilly silk knickers, a puffy blue dress, white strappy high heel shoes, a blonde bob wig and a pair of white gloves.

I looked like a total prissy sissy and extremely feminine. My hands were clasped in front of me and my head was bowed.

I was enduring forced feminisation and it could only be for one purpose and I didn’t like the idea that was obviously forming in her head. My eyes obviously betrayed my thoughts as I looked up at her from my bowed head

She had taken me to her makeup room and dressed me up in a pair of white satin stockings, frilly silk knickers, a puffy blue dress, white strappy high heel shoes, a blonde bob wig and a pair of white gloves. I looked like a total prissy sissy and extremely feminine.

My hands were clasped in front of me and my head was bowed. I was enduring forced feminisation and it could only be for one purpose and I didn’t like the idea that was obviously forming in her head. My eyes obviously betrayed my thoughts as I looked up at her from my bowed head

My hands were clasped in front of me and my head was bowed. I was enduring forced feminisation and it could only be for one purpose and I didn’t like the idea that was obviously forming in her head. My eyes obviously betrayed my thoughts as I looked up at her from my bowed head

My hands were clasped in front of me and my head was bowed. I was enduring forced feminisation and it could only be for one purpose and I didn’t like the idea that was obviously forming in her head. My eyes obviously betrayed my thoughts as I looked up at her from my bowed head

“Oh cheer up. You’re getting the chance to finally be of some good use to me rather than just a liability. That’s a good thing”

she mocked. It didn’t feel like a good thing.

I stared at her miserably. I felt ridiculous in this dress, high heels and stockings with blonde wig hair getting in my eyes and mouth.

“Ok,” she said, using the arms of the chair as leverage to rise to her feet. “Let’s get some pictures taken”

For 30 minutes I stood having pictures taken to enter on my profile online which she typed up and she was looking right at me when she hit enter. It was live. And it only took an hour to be set up with my first

“client”.

He emailed after only 3 hours of my profile being uploaded.

Mistress sat emailing back and forth while I carried on with my daily chores. I was still dressed as a sissy of course. My dress rustled and the wig hair kept getting in my way. The silk gloves felt nice I have to admit but it was weird walking around with panties and stockings on and the way the air shot up my dress gave me a weird feeling. It was also bizarre to hear my own shoes make the click click click as I walked.

I caught sight of myself in a mirror and looked at my reflection. I barely recognised myself. I sighed with a heavy heart and carried on with my duties.

I was on my knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when Mistress came bounding in. Her mood had improved significantly since this morning.

“Good news. He wants to meet for a hookup. He has always fancied fucking tranny and he liked your pictures. He’ll be here at 8 thirty. He’s paying $100 just to fuck your ass.”

My heart stopped and my blood ran cold.

My god, this was really happening.

The next 4 hours passed in a blur as we got the place ready for my first client to arrive. At 8 on the dot, the doorbell went. I froze and looked at her pleadingly, desperate for this not to happen. Be fucked by another man? I wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.

“Get upstairs. Now. I’ll send him up to you”

Without another word, she went to the front door and I climbed the stairs to the spare room. It had a bed, a side table and a chest of drawers. I sat nervously on the bed as I heard movement downstairs. Mistress was laughing and joking and I heard a male voice. After ten minutes they began coming upstairs. This was it. I was about to be pimped out like a common whore.

The door opened and they both came in.

.

“Come in Peter. This………..is Jemima” she said, pointing at me with an upturned palm.

“H….h….h…..Hi” I stuttered. He said nothing, only looking at me

“Ok well I’ll leave you two to it then”

and with that, she left, giving me a stern look as she did so. A look that said I better do what he wants if I know what’s good for me.

and with that, she left, giving me a stern look as she did so. A look that said I better do what he wants if I know what’s good for me.

My heart was beating at 100 mph as I stood nervously in my dress and stockings. I fiddled with my hands.

He took off his coat and pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into his trousers. He looked at me silently.

“Well aren’t you a pretty looking little thing. Very girly and sissy looking”

“Look, I’m sorry this is new to me. What happens……………….”

That was as far as I got before he took three steps towards me and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to my knees. My face was level with his crotch and I could see his cock was stiff and it made a tent in his expensive suit trousers.

“Take it out,” he said, looking down at me.

I looked up at him from my knees

“What are you waiting for?”

The thought of facing an angry Mistress was worse than this so I slowly reached up and pulled down his fly. I reached in and felt his thick, hard cock and pulled it through. It immediately sprung to attention, inches from my face. I could smell the sweat and salty pre-cum. I looked at it and its angry, pulsating head and gulped. My mouth was dry.

“Suck it” he ordered

I took a deep breath and slowly leaned it. I took his shaft into my mouth and gently began to suck it. I bobbed my head back and forth and I heard him groan and moan. He rubbed my hair and held the back of my head. At least I was doing it right I thought.

His cock began to leak pre-cum and the salty warm taste filled my mouth. I gagged on his length and struggled to maintain a rhythm but he held my head and I had no option but to keep going.

After id given him a blowjob for about 3 or 4 minutes, he pulled his dick from my mouth. I gulped and coughed and sagged forwards. I shook my head to take the hair from my face and leaned on my hands.

“Come on,” he said, “Over here”

I rose to my feet and walked over to him.

“Bend over,” he said and pointed at the chest of drawers.

It was waist height with me. I leaned over it and grabbed the sides with my hands, blinking in utter shock as I did so.

He came around behind me and hitched my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my bare ass. He forced my ankles apart with his feet and I heard his trousers drop to the floor, his belt making a loud thud as it made contact.

He put his hands on my hips and I braced myself

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll enjoy it” he whispered Read our blog post – on 50 ways to humiliate your slave on cam

And with that, he leaned in and his cock filled my ass. I felt every centimetre of it and it made me gasp. I grunted slightly and bit my bottom lip. He began to thrust and he got faster and faster. The drawers banged off the wall and he grunted and panted loudly as he fucked me from behind. I gripped the chest sides hard as he pounded me till he yelled out and he slumped on my back as he came loudly.

He panted as he removed his dick from inside me and pulled his trousers back up.

I moved from the desk and my legs buckled. I fell to the floor, my backside aching. I put my hand on it.

“Well that was fun,” he said, reaching into his jacket and removing his wallet. He removed 5 $20 bills and threw them down beside me. He grinned as he looked down at me

“We’ll do this again sometime, of that I’m sure” and with that, he left and went back downstairs. I heard Mistress greet him and ask if he had gotten what he wanted. He assured her he had and he left. She locked the door and began climbing the stairs. I was still on the floor.

“Jemima” she called as she walked up the stairs towards the room “We need to get you cleaned up and presentable again. I’ve got another client for you. $50 for you to give him a blowjob. Let’s get you ready”

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