Kasey's Confession Ch. 12

Most of my peers saw hooking as a job, a way to make money and stay alive. I was the only one who seemed to enjoy being paid to give head and take it up the ass. It made me happy when men who picked me up remarked that I seemed to enjoy what I was doing, because I did.

I had my share of bad johns, but I preferred to remember the good ones. My favorites were businessmen and married men who were nervous about admitting they wanted to be with a girl like me. My absolute favorite was a very short, balding man who wanted to lick my legs and paid me for the privilege of doing so. He licked and kissed one leg while I kissed and licked the other until we both came so hard from jerking off while doing so that we both fell off my bed hyperventilating.

Then, after three weeks, a familiar car pulled up along the curb where I was working. At first I was completely surprised, but then I came to realize it was all part of his plan. Mr. Smith had come to take me home.

"Get your stuff," he told me. "You've learned your lesson."

Without question, I went up to my room, gathered my meager possessions and brought them out to Mr. Smith's car. I tossed them in the back seat and got into the car.

"You're filthy," he said with a frown. "You've got bruises on your arms and legs and too much makeup on."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I hope you protected yourself while whoring," he sighed. "I'll have to take you to the doctor for tests, and that costs money."

"I tried my best, sir, but I didn't think you were coming back. I had to earn a living."

"And you will have to continue earning a living, doing the only thing you're good for," Mr. Smith told me. "You'll keep whoring, but in safer conditions with a better class of people."

"Yes sir."

I found myself unable to feel anything other than happiness as a result of Mr. Smith's reappearance in my life. After three months working the streets and living in a cockroach infested hotel in a room without hot water, I was looking forward to living with Mr. Smith again. The reality of my life had hit me hard when I was on the streets in a distant city selling my body to strangers. I had no real friends, no family, no job and no prospects. What I had was a pair of gorgeous legs and the ability to suck cock better than anyone my men had ever met along with an ass that could take a pounding all night and get back in action the very next morning.

It was a very long drive, and it was very late when we got back to Mr. Smith's house. I had fallen asleep for much of the drive, and when I got home the thing I wanted most was to take a hot shower. After I did, Mr. Smith was waiting for me in the kitchen. He had a large appointment book, the kind used by executives, and flipped it open casually.

"You are going to start making regular appointments with men. Some will be men you know, repeat customers, and others will be new clients. You'll be advertising online and in a special little underground newspaper I know about. You will schedule your first appointment of the day at eight in the morning. The second will be at ten, the third at noon, the fourth at two in the afternoon, and then every two hours until your last appointment at midnight. If there are any openings in the schedule, you will work very hard to fill them by any means necessary. If you cannot find a paying client, you will start offering freebies to men in the chat rooms you used to flirt with. Each client will get whatever services he wants and is willing to pay for, but they will be checked out by me and no one fucks you without a condom except me and certain men I say are okay. You will be available for threesomes with two men and more as requested. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said quietly.

"If you don't like it I can take you back to that filthy hotel and you can go back to working the streets."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I said very audibly.

"You will have two days off per week. Those days off will be as I schedule them and they will never be on weekends. One of those days will be for you to relax and take care of yourself, to make sure you keep looking sexy and desirable. The other day will be for shopping, errands, and work around the house such as cleaning. On your days off you will still service me and friends of mine as needed. You will make me breakfast and dinner each day and lunch when I am home. You will keep the house clean, orderly and to my liking. In short, you will do as you are told, and you will be my whore, my maid and my serving girl. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Get some sleep. You'll have tomorrow off, but we're going to the doctor. She's a friend of mine. She'll check you for STDs and give you a whole physical and workup and then start you on this new hormone therapy to help you become more feminine. You'll be a very lucky little slut, as her methods are rather extreme when it comes to hormones and while they'd never be approved by the FDA or whatever, they produce some amazing effects while causing, shall we say, a lot of damage to parts of you that aren't going to matter much anyway now that you've started your new life."

I'm grateful, sir, I really am, but what kind of damage?"

"Well, after a while you'll never be able to get your little pee pee hard again, but most of the damage will be to your brain. You'll still be able to service men and do your chores, but from what she tells me, you won't be able to think for yourself or do much of anything else anymore."

I had a look of panic on my face, which made Mr. Smith smile broadly.

"One of the best things about this therapy is that, coupled with some nice implants, you are going to have a very beautiful rack of tits to go with those legs and that ass."

I smiled, and as I did I thought to myself how I might finally be truly happy for the first time in my life if these changes took hold in me. I could be more feminine, more desirable to men, and maybe I could finally shut off for good that part of my brain that kept telling me what I was doing was sick and wrong and wanted me to run away.

I was sick of that part of my brain and looked forward to shutting it up. There was nowhere to run away to.

I stood before him in my black teddy while he ran his hands along my thighs, up under my teddy where he fondled and squeezed my ass, and listened as he told me, "You are my perfect prize, the queen of all my princesses, and you are going to make me so very, very happy."

"May I suck your beautiful cock, master?"

"Beg for it."

I got down on all fours like a dog, panting and looking up at Mr. Smith lovingly. My voice became very whiny and pleading as I cried, "Please, master, please may I service your beautiful cock with my mouth? I know I'm not good enough for you and that I am a pathetic sissy but please, please, please let me suck your cock. I need your cock, I want your cock, I love having your cock in my mouth. Pretty please with sugar on top, please let me suck your cock, please!"

He dropped his pants and smiled.