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Chapter 10 Chrissie licks mommy clean again and agChapter 10Chrissie licks mommy clean again and againMy mother called out to me as she entered Helen’s apartment through thefront door, which I was not allowed to use. I was consigned to theservice entrance at the back of the apartment, as most servants were inVictorian England. In the 21st century it was rare to have a maid inLondon, let alone an indentured sissy maid that, not only waited on hermistress hand and foot, but worked during the daytime as a t-girlprostitute for the sole financial benefit of his owner. It was a fate Iwas led into over three years ago when my wife, Heidi, becameincreasingly irritated with my fits of jealousy and envy over her manylovers. She took me to her friend and doctor, Helen, who chemicallycastrated me temporarily and, recognising my feminine potential, put meon a strong course of oestrogen treatment. The weekly shots becameaddictive. The hot hormonal rushes were what I lived for and I becameputty in Helen’s hands. Eventually the inevitable happened. My wife mether match and is now carrying his c***d and I have been consigned toHelen’s oversight. She’s a much harsher taskmaster than Heidi ever wasand will not be satisfied unless I am completely under her will.I don’t blame Heidi for her behaviour. She married a man who was unableto give her what she needed sexually and Helen fixed that by making me aeunuch. She eventually reversed that process but it was too late. Thed**gs she gave me to temporarily chemically castrate me were overcome bythe oestrogen treatment that eventually buried my manhood completely.My transformation was gradual. I resisted my feminine nature at first andthen gradually discarded my male wardrobe and adopted a more androgynouslook. For a few years I looked only partially feminine and dressed inflats, leggings, yoga tops and let my blonde hair grow out to shoulderlength, highlighting it with platinum streaks. I no longer had to shavemy face but I did shave my legs and under my arms and two years ago hadmy Adam’s apple removed. I had the breast implant operation less than twoweeks ago which is why mommy came up from Sydney to take care of me. NowI look completely feminine, except for the tiny cock I still retain andthe two tiny testicles that hang tightly below it. At 30 years old I nowwear skirts, blouses, dresses and heels and I have had my ears pierced.It helps that I am slim and petite and the gradual hormonal change in mybody tightened my waist and broadened my hips giving me a nice femininelook.To be honest, I am a much better sissy than I was ever a man. Much ofthat has to do with the unusual relationship mommy and I developed afterI spied her cuckolding my father with my uncle when I was just 13 yearsold. She knew I had seen her and in a ploy to permanently silence me shebrought me to her bed shortly thereafter and took off my clothes andsnuggled next to me. Rather than do what any normal red blooded teenageboy would do, I insisted on going down on her and licking her lover’ssemen from her pussy and then bringing her to a strong climax with mytongue. That set the tone for the 12 year relationship we would have. Itis a story of my self-degradation and utter devotion and femaleempowerment. I fell under her power and, in so doing, liberated her to bethe vibrant, beautiful woman she is today. The things we did togetherwould be considered sick by today’s societal standards but we did them atmy insistence and, despite mommy’s initial resistance to satisfy mysubmissive cravings, she grew to enjoy them more than I did.The daily whippings she gave me with the riding crop I bought her tookher time to begin to enjoy but she grew to relish the sight of the weltsshe made when she brought the crop down hard on my ass. The ritualmorning cup of her golden nectar that she watched me drink with devotionbecame a daily necessity in her life and affirmed my commitment to her.She grew to love the feel of my tongue as it licked her rosebud cleanevery day and sometimes would insist I would continue until she used herfingers to bring herself to a climax. As the relationship grew, and aftermy father passed away, she began to cultivate my feminine side. As wewere both slight and were the same clothes and shoe size, I only wore mymale clothes when I had to go out of the house. We eventually had sextogether although she made it clear right from the start that she neededother lovers and I could not ultimately satisfy her. Although it was anhonest and inadvertent admission on her part, it forever instilled in mea sense of sexual inadequacy.At 25 years old I felt my life was spinning out of control as mommy and Ibecame ever more reclusive and our asymmetrical relationship grew evenstronger. I had a gender crisis and tried to reclaim my own masculinity.It was ultimately a mistake to run off to Africa and to marry a woman whomade it clear from the start that she was not prepared to give up herother lovers. Given that I was actually shorter than Heidi it was easyfor her to become the more powerful figure in the relationship and sether terms for our marriage. The fact that she required other lovers onlyreaffirmed the feeling of sexual deficiency that I already felt. Isurrendered to her wishes and allowed her to take new lovers when wemoved back to the UK, whilst promising her I would be faithful to mymarriage vows. We only actually made love a few times and that was in thebeginning of our relationship. After our wedding she made it clear that Iwas not sexually attractive to her.Being a cuckold is a humiliating vocation. Having men walk all over youwhile they service the woman you love without a responsibility in theworld grounds down all remnants of self-respect. I grew tired of the smuglooks I got when I was walking arm and arm with a woman her lovers onlyconsidered to be a convenient fuck, someone who would do the things theirwives would never consider and didn’t expect anything in return.Now at least I can feel pride in being a beautiful facsimile of a womanand knowing that real men pay good money to use my body for theirpleasure. Granted, I know I cater to a kink they have and as soon as theyplaced their seed in me they banish me from their minds. They need todominate me and I need to submit to their superiority. With a t-girl allpretences of foreplay are put aside. Why bother trying to stimulatesomeone who has given up their sexuality? Tomorrow will be my third dayon the job and knowing that the oestrogen injection I just paid Traciefor will be working its magic throughout my body and making me moan withpleasure each time I am thrust into is actually something I amanticipating with pleasure. Tracie, a nurse who works in Helen’s clinicand who harbours a deep resentment towards her, humiliated me in the backof Helen’s kaçak iddaa apartment building before she made me bend over and plungedthe hypodermic needle in my ass. She saw the cum soaked sanitary pad inmy knickers and the tattoo with Derek’s initials that signifies to theworld that I have been consigned to him until I had outlived my value. Heis the pimp Helen has chosen to control me. Tracie has seen me come in tothe clinic she works at every week for the past three years and witnessedfirsthand my gradual transformation from a man to a submissive sissy. Shenow realises that I am essentially only a valuable piece of propertyowned by a woman she loathes. My freewill has been willingly surrenderedto someone she seems to hate with a vengeance.I know why mommy’s voice has a lilt to it as she calls my name andsearches the apartment for me. She was seduced by Helen last night andthis very afternoon she had been taken by Derek. Kate, the matron of thebrothel I work in, let me listen at the door to my mother’s moans and thesound of the occasional slap Derek gave her ass as he drove into her. Heis the man that took away my virginity under the watchful and calculatingeyes of Helen, who I suspect had conspired behind my back to get him tosample my wares and decide if I was worthy enough to work for him.Mommy likely intends to use this time before Helen arrives to bring meinto my servant’s quarters at the back of the house and avidly watch melick her cum soaked pussy clean, like I have done hundreds of times inthe past. It is part of a trinity of devotional acts that were a ritualof our former relationship and now have been rekindled. Drinking her pee,cleaning her beautiful rosebud with my tongue and licking her used pussywere the three things bonded us together every day.When mommy finds me in the kitchen and takes my arm and leads me to mysmall bedroom, lowers her knickers and raises her skirt before she liesback on the bed I go to my knees on the floor and use my hands to spreadthe folds of her vagina and willingly lap up the combination of herjuices and Derek’s spent semen. Then I gently roll my tongue on herclitoris and bring her to a powerful climax. I feel like I have regressedto the comfort of c***dhood as she wraps her lithe thighs around my headtightly when she peaks and then slowly parts them letting me smell thescent of the pussy I lost my heterosexual virginity to.”That must have tasted familiar,” mommy joked as she hiked up her pantiesand smoothed down her skirt and gave me a look as I stood up wearing myblack maid’s dress which had my name embroidered in white thread justabove my breast. “You better wipe your mouth and put some new lipstick onor Helen will come back and think something is up.””It’s so strange seeing you walk around the brothel all day only wearingsuspenders, stockings, knickers and heels and then to come home and seeyou looking like a perfect servant with your hair in a ponytail,” mommyadded. “You look like quite a slut in the day and in the evening you lookvirginal.”I did as suggested and went into the tiny bathroom adjacent to my bedroomand put new lipstick on and smoothed my opaque tights which had becomebunched up after kneeling by the bed. Even a pair of small sized tightswere often too big for me and I had to pull them up almost above my waistto keep them looking tight.”Are you planning on changing jobs and becoming one of the working girlsinstead of the receptionist?” I asked mommy, who at 55 was stillstunningly attractive and married to a much younger and rich man who nowwaited for her return to Sydney.”You don’t need the money,” I added. “You only started there when I didtwo days ago and you see how busy it is. I haven’t had time for lunch ora break yet.””I know Chrissie,” she replied. “I don’t know if you realise it but youhad 14 appointments today. No wonder you don’t have time for lunch.””Derek said he is losing two girls this month,” mommy added. “They’regetting married to clients and he thinks I would be a mature alternative.Lots of younger men have fantasies about mature women just like they havefantasies about t-girls. He made it sound so attractive that I finallysaid yes and he said I could start tomorrow.””I suppose all the money you will make will go to Helen,” I said with anexasperated voice. “You don’t have to serve her too. It’s enough for meto do it.””Oh, I don’t care about the money,” mommy said with a gleam in her eye.”I did it so we could spend more time together. Helen has agreed to letus have Saturday and Sunday off if I work for Derek so that means on theweekend we can go together to your house and have some fun together.””Anyway, it makes me jealous that you are getting all the attention,”mommy added. “Knowing that men will pay for me is the biggest ego boost Icould get. And just think how I will need you to clean me at the end ofthe day. We’ll lock ourselves in a room together after 6:00 and you canuse your skills to make sure that all that nasty cum is out of my pussy.”The thought of doing that to mommy every day sent an erotic shock throughmy body bringing on a little hormonal rush. I could see mommy study myface as my forehead became wet with perspiration and my breathing becamea bit laboured. She slipped her hand underneath my dress and rubbed mytiny cock and balls through the pantyhose, granny knickers and thesanitary pad I was wearing. I couldn’t make my little thing hard anymorebut it felt wonderful when it was touched, particularly by mommy’sfingers. I wished I had my stockings and suspender on and she could pushaside the delicate knickers I wore at work and could put her fingersdirectly on my shrunken dick.”That really gets you off, doesn’t it?” mommy playfully asked. “You can’twait to get your tongue in my dirty pussy and make it clean just like youdid when you were a boy. You must have lapped up gallons of both of youruncles’ cum when you were a teenager and I loved forcing your head downthere to do it. I loved that you did what no other son would considerdoing. I loved the feeling of power that gave me. Other boys were outplaying games and dating girls but you would come home every day rightafter school and lick my pussy clean.”Worried about not being at the door to meet Helen when she came home, Igently nudged mommy’s hand and indicated with a nod of the head that weshould leave the room. She joined me in the kitchen and I poured her aglass of white wine while she sat on a stool and watched me peer at thefood in the refrigerator and consider what I should prepare the women fordinner.”I don’t think you have to worry about making us dinner,” mommy said. “Iam going to invite Helen out to celebrate my new job. I would invite youtoo but I get the feeling that I’m not supposed to do that. You can makesomething for yourself to eat in kaçak bahis the kitchen and have a glass of wine andrelax.””What does your new job mean for your marriage?” I asked mommy. “Yourhusband won’t be too happy to know that his wife is now a whore.””He’ll get over it once he flies up here and finds out,” she said with amischievous grin. “I think it will come as a little shock to him that hewill have to call the brothel, make an appointment to have sex with hiswife and then pay for the privilege of it. Just because he’s my husbanddoesn’t mean he’ll get any freebies.”I heard the door lock click and hurried out to the foyer to greet Helenwith a curtsy as I was instructed to do very night when she returnedhome. She gave me a once over and handed me her handbag and made her wayto the living room. I quickly returned to the kitchen and poured her aglass of wine, carrying it out to her on a tray. Mommy followed and satnext to Helen on the sofa. I left the room, closing the door behind me togive the women some privacy.I really had nothing to do except wait to be summoned. I was enormouslyhappy about having the weekends off to spend with mommy in my house but Iwas ambivalent about her working with me as a hooker. I wondered how itwould affect my relationship with Kate, the matron of the house. I wasbeginning to develop a somewhat friendly rapport with her and I worriedabout what she would think of my mother becoming a working girl. I alsohad a vague dread about the transaction I had with Tracie and herinterest in my life with Helen. Nothing good would come of that except megetting twice the dose of hormones weekly.My addiction to oestrogen and the other mix of hormones that were shotinto me was both physical and mental and I was as hooked as any crackwhore. I couldn’t envision ever coming off them and couldn’t imagine whyI would want to. Now I had taken things further. Illicitly going behindHelen’s back and paying a sworn enemy of her for a further dose was astupid thing to do, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed the morningrushes that brought such pleasure to me. I found out during the last twodays how much more enjoyable the sex I was having multiple times a daywas when the hot rushes heated my body and brought on wave after wave ofemotions, making me feel more submissive than I ever felt in my life. Mymoans and writhing body did something to the men that used me. They feltmore dominant and free to take what they wanted with a passion that theycould never find with the real women who worked in the house asprostitutes. The looks they gave me when they hurriedly dressed afterthey had spent their seed in me were superior to the point of beingalmost contemptuous, but also conveyed the impression that they would beback very soon to use me again. They tossed their £20 notes on the bednot just to tip me but to show that the money they paid the house meantnothing to them, like tipping a railway porter a few schillings meantnothing to the rich Victorians who viewed commoners with contempt. Tothem I had just been a cheap pleasure to break up their day. I revelledin the degradation of the transaction.Lost in thought I barely heard Helen and mommy come in the kitchen andlooked up with shock, terrified that I hadn’t heard the little brass bellthat was supposed to summon me. I kept my gaze low carefully followingthe instructions I was given to never meet my superior’s gaze unlessrequested to do so. Helen and mommy were two beautiful and charismaticwomen. In the presence of both of them I felt diminished, even slighterand more petite than I was.”We are going out for dinner and may come home quite late,” said Helenwith a sharp voice. “You can prepare yourself something for your dinnerand then you are to go straight to bed.”I didn’t think an order needed a reply so I just nodded my head in assentand quickly hurried to the foyer to open the door for them. They left armin arm laughing and talking. I went back into the kitchen made myself asandwich and hurried off to bed as instructed. The dreams I had werevivid and Magic Mike, the man with the huge prick who had taken me thismorning, played an important role in my nocturnal musings. My vividimagination was fired by the hormonal bursts that kept me in a sweat allnight and dreams of submitting to his large cock in ways that were toodebasing to imagine filled my mind. When I awoke it was just 6:00 am butI felt completely rested. I had gone to bed before 9:00 pm and slept ninestraight hours.I knew that I had to hide my hormonal rushes from Helen or she would getsuspicious. To make matters worse I had doubled the dose of oestrogenpills from two to four I was supposed to take every night. They weren’tthat powerful and were meant to just even my emotions out between myweekly shots but doubling the dosage would assure that the day was goingto be one continuous pleasurable and delicious rush. The men who werefortunate to book me today were going to get far more than they bargainedfor. I was already on fire. It felt like I had a little nuclear reactorin me cooking my hormones.I took a long shower, once again paying close attention to Helen’s moneymaker. I had leaked all night and when I took off the sanitary pad in themorning it was heavy from the semen and lube which had dribbled out of myhole all evening. It felt good to have it back to normal and to put on adry pair of granny panties. I blow dried my hair and put it into aponytail, put on a plain bra and opaque tights and slipped into my maid’sdress. I went to the kitchen, careful not to make any noise with my twoinch black heels. Helen and mommy must have stayed up talking anddrinking because there were two empty wine bottles and dirty glasses. Ichecked the living room for any mess but it was spotless. Going back tothe kitchen I did a quick inventory of the refrigerator and decided tosneak out the tradesmen’s entrance at the back of the building and go tothe shops and replenish the wine supply.I was back within ten minutes and put the bottles in the refrigerator tocool. I had time to get my outfit ready for work which was a just amatching bra and knickers, stockings, three inch heels and a suspenderbelt. We just wore that around the house all day although we obviouslyhad to wear something over them to and from work. I tucked a pair ofgranny panties and two pads in my purse to wear after the day was overand the leaking began. I thought of what the men who used me felt withthey went inside me and felt how slick I was from the previous men whohad gone before them. Maybe they didn’t even consider that or it turnedthem on. It didn’t seem to revolt anyone at all.When it was time I made coffee and carried it into Helen’s bedroom on atray. I picked up all the s**ttered clothes on the floor and made surethere was a fresh towel güvenilir bahis for her morning shower. I opened the curtains andleft the two women to enjoy their morning coffee in privacy, closing thedoor gently when I left the room. After Helen had left and mommy hadshowered I cleaned the bathroom and changed the sheets and pillowcases onthe bed. Then I went to my room and put on my lingerie and a knee lengthskirt and silk blouse. Mommy met me in the living room looking ravishingwith her makeup perfectly done. Although I was not allowed to use thefront entrance of the building I left from the back and circled aroundthe front and joined my mother where we caught a cab to Derek’s brothel.When we gave the driver the well known address of Derek’s brothel inMayfair he gave both of us a good look up and down.After we were dropped and I paid the driver, we entered the large mansionand I led mommy to the back room and showed her where to hang her clothesand we both came into the kitchen together wearing only our lingerie andheels like the other eight girls who were there. I envied mommy becauseshe could wear a g-string that showed off the new tattoo on her ass. Justlike all the other girls, we were inked in the exact same spot with theexact same tattoo denoting that we were the lifelong employees of Derek.Kate entered the room for our morning pep talk like she always did,looking more stunning than normal.”We have a new girl starting today, or woman, who will handle our clientswho have a thing for elegant older women,” Kate said in a loud voice.”You’ll recognise her because she looks strikingly similar to Chrissie.That’s because she’s his mother. We sent her picture out on the dailyemail today and she is already getting booked up for the day.””Now girls, don’t forget to smile at the clients today,” Kate added.”You’re the luckiest working girls in the city and don’t you forget it.”After she was done speaking and the girls began to s**tter to theirrespective rooms Kate nodded her head to me indicating that she wanted meto join her outside in the small courtyard, perhaps once again to share apowerful joint. It made me feel special to be singled out by her and Icould feel a blush rise in my cheeks as I noted the envious looks of theother girls. This time I didn’t feel nearly as uncomfortable going outpractically nude and plainly visible to anyone that could see us from theupstairs windows of the buildings that adjoined the house.”How do you feel about your mother working here?” Kate asked as she litthe thin joint she was holding to her mouth and taking a couple of hitsbefore passing it to me. “My mother knows what I do and doesn’t have aproblem with it but it would weird me out if I had to work with her.””We have a very unusual relationship,” I said with a small laugh. “Ifpeople knew what we got up to when I was younger one of us would probablyhave ended up in prison and it wouldn’t have been me. She’s always had awild streak and I guess she gets an ego boost from being wanted.””I get that a lot,” Kate said with a smile. “If you have sex ten times aday with different men five days a week there isn’t much joy in that, atleast for me. But knowing that men pay a big whack of money for a fewminutes of my time turns me on a lot.”We passed the joint silently for a minute and then Kate turned to me witha wicked smile. She walked in front of me and carefully stretched out mypanties with one finger and peered down to examine my miniature prick.”I like the way that looks,” she said, playfully snapping the elastic ofmy knickers. “It’s like a compact version of what a real cock looks like.It’s pretty.”After we finished the joint and went back inside the powerful skunk beganto bring me to the point of a huge hormonal rush that I fought down asbest I could. I hurried up to my room to see a bow on the doorknobindicating a client was inside. I took it off, entered the room andtossed it on the dresser and turned to face the first man of the day. Hewasn’t Magic Mike but he wasn’t half bad at all. I smiled at him and tooka sitting position on the bed with my legs folded underneath me andreached out my manicured hand and playfully touched his limp prick,playing with the tip of it. Then I let the hormones free in my body andfelt them rush through my veins as I lowered my lips on his cock and madehim hard with my fingers and tongue. I let him enjoy the sounds of mesucking his hard cock before the rushes became too much for me and Ibegan to crave the sensation of having it inside me.”Please fuck me with that thing,” I begged, handing him a tube of lube.”Put it in me and do whatever you want to make you happy. You can go hardor fast or slow but fuck me with that big prick of yours like you’vefucked nobody else before.”He positioned himself behind me and slowly worked his cock into my holepulling my ass up with his hands, which gripped each cheek tightly. Thehormonal rushes overwhelmed me and I moaned with pleasure with each inchhe went deeper inside me. When his thrusts increased in strength Iwrithed underneath him matching his thrusts with mine. Then he began jackhammering his cock into me and with each hard and deep thrust I let out alittle breath. His hands tightly gripped my ass cheeks as if to keep mein place and stop me wriggling away. He grunted each time he impaled mewith his tool and then the thrusts became a sexual frenzy sparking evenstronger hormonal rushes in my body. Although my eyes were open I was ina different place, almost u*********s and transported to a state ofnirvana from the pounding I was taking. With one violent thrust hecollapsed on my back as his hot seed filled me.He got up slowly from the bed and began putting on his clothes while Iremained face down on the pillow with my ass still up in air. I opened myeyes and turned my head to meet his gaze.”I love your cock,” I told him with absolute sincerity vaguely awarethat, even though the rooms were pretty well soundproofed, I had made alot of noise as he took me. I couldn’t move as he reached into his pocketand took out a pink £50 note and put it on the bed but did manage a smileof gratitude.”I’ll be back,” was all he said before he turned for the door.Three minutes after my first client had left I was in the bathroomcleaning up my love hole with a washcloth when mommy entered the roomwith that familiar just fucked look I found so attractive. Looking at mewith a smile she turned and locked the door behind her and lowered thetoilet seat lid and sat, splaying her legs lewdly.”Come here and give mommy a clean,” she ordered. “Your tongue will do amuch better job than a cold wet cloth.”I dropped to my knees on the cold tiled floor and did my favourite thingin the world and licked my mother’s cum covered pussy clean, savouringthe mix of her juices and semen her anonymous client had just put in her.When I began to understand the utter sordidness of what I was doing in awhorehouse bathroom with my mother another hormonal rush overcame me.Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea for mommy to work with me.

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