Sadie wiggled a little and pushed her chest out as she said this.
‘The boys behind the bar had to wear stockings, and little shiny briefs and cuffs and tails and ears – and nothing else! (Well I helped a few of them with a little eyeliner and eyeshadow.) Actually it was rather fun, like when I used to dress up with my sister and her friends. It got to be quite an evening, even if getting round the tables in six inch heels was tricky, and with hands everywhere!’
‘I thought bunny girls weren’t allowed to be touched,’ said Cassie.
‘When there were proper Playboy clubs possibly not, but in Mistress Victoria’s nobody minded. To tell you the truth I was just getting high on the attention. Then one of the customers said that it was discriminatory that the boys were topless and the girls weren’t. There were two ‘proper’ girls and me. One of them wouldn’t, but the other one, Melanie, said she would if I would. So we went and changed into what the boys were wearing. Well I did. Mel kept her tights and a little topless body, she said it made her bottom look better, and she had lovely full breasts. Mine had grown a bit more by now, but I still felt .. oh I suppose androgynous... part boy part girl. Anyway, I said to Mel how much I envied her breasts, and she said we should make a little show. Mistress Vicky (who was listening) said “What a good idea,” and found a black leather collar and a chain for me, and gave us some ideas. So, Mel led me back into the club and kept me on my chain all evening. When we had to go round the tables, she handcuffed my hands behind my back, and fastened my chain to one of her cuffs, and led me round. Whenever someone complimented her on her breasts she said “And Sadie thinks so to, don’t you love” and I had to lick her nipples, and whenever anyone asked if they could do that as well, Mel told them that they couldn’t, but they could lick mine instead. Lots of the customers loved that, and I did as well. But of course, I was only wearing these little briefs so I couldn’t hide what I felt about all the attention.
Mistress Vicky asked me if I was OK, and was I enjoying it, and I said that I was, very much. Then she asked me if I would like to go into one of the back rooms with her and help her with a few more intimate customers. So I did.’
‘What did you have to do?’ asked Cassie.
‘Well that first night, not very much. There were people who came to be dominated by Vicky, and I had to help her and do what I was told. Eventually, when she had this person (who was a transvestite when she started) naked and tied up, – she used me as a doll, and kept rubbing me in front of him, and playing with my breasts and asking him if he liked them. Then she stripped off my briefs, and started playing with my cock in front of him, and when I came she made him lick me clean.’
‘Didn’t you mind?’ asked Cassie.
‘I was so high I didn’t mind at all. There plenty of mirrors in the room, so I could see all this happening to me, and I loved it. It was like being my sister’s doll again, but with added attractions! At the end of the night, well early morning by then, Vicky gave me a special bonus, and said she would talk to me more that evening and that she had a special offer to make to me. Vicky had two clubs, one was the one where I worked at, where all the ‘different’ sort of people went, and the other was a more ‘conventional’ pole dancing club. I’d only been there once before, and didn’t really like it much. The girls were nice to look at, but the men were mostly slobbery and horrible. Why these middle-aged often fat and often balding men should think that any of these young, fit and athletic girls would want anything to do with them I just couldn’t understand; then – I learned better later.’
‘Anyway, Vicky spoke to me that night at the pole dancing club,(it was called ‘Shiny Girls’) and made me an offer I really didn’t want to refuse. She could see that I wanted to be more and more female, and she would help me get hormone treatments and proper medical checks, if I would work for her and help her with her more private customers. She would also arrange for me to have gymnastic and pole dancing lessons, and if I got on OK and wanted to, I could work in Shiny Girls as well. Well, I suppose I was just completely muddled. After Jenny dumped me all that was left of my life revolved round my body, and clothes and makeup, and getting attention. I’d completely lost interest in University and my studies. So I went along with Vicky’s proposal. She got me proper female hormones, and regular checks at a rather grubby private clinic, and put me in touch with a friend of hers who ran a beauty salon, so I could have laser treatment and electrolysis on what little face and body hair I’d actually grown. There was also this gym where I went with some of the pole-dancers, and I had to all kinds of exercises and training routines, even ballet classes!
I really liked doing all this, but I think now that I hoped that if I got properly developed and female then Jenny might like me again. I think the only thing I worried about was that Jenny had liked me completely smooth, with no pubic hair, and Vicky said that most of her customers would like me with a little heart shaped patch which she insisted I kept dyed a shiny blonde.’
‘I thought you were a natural blonde,’ interrupted Cassie.
‘I am, but quite a dark blonde really, and my pubic hair grows a bit darker still. Anyway, Vicky made me keep this little shiny gold heart shape just above my pubis. All the rest of me of course had to be kept really smooth.’
‘I think I like being smooth all over,’ confided Cassie.
‘If that’s what you like then do it; and Caroline likes smooth people of course, look at Sylvie.’
Cassie remembered the smooth-all-over slave girl from the previous night, and blushed slightly. But she also remembered the naked Jo in the drawing room, and her trimmed and decorated patch.
Sadie might have been reading her thoughts.
‘But Caroline really likes people to be what they really want to be and I, and now you, benefit from that!’
Sadie hugged the younger girl again, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
‘Anyway, Mistress Victoria helped me towards me being what she wanted me to be, and since that was a sexy doll with breasts and a penis, I went along with that. Most of it was quite fun, once I got used to it. Even though she was effectively pimping me out to her “special” customers, she took care not to sell me to anyone who would hurt me, or was particularly gross.’
‘But that made you a... a tart, a prostitute!’ exclaimed Cassie
‘Yes I was,’ replied Sadie quietly. ‘But I was also discovering who I was, and developing ideas about who I wanted to be. The gym and the pole dancing classes were really good and helped me move and dance really well.’
Cassie remembered how graceful both Sadie and Sylvie had been the previous evening and night. Even with no clothes on at all they had always moved with a sexy elegance.
‘And,’ continued Sadie, ‘some of the “customers” were really fun. I got taken out to dinner or a club and treated properly before being fucked, and I quite enjoyed some of the sessions in the other club with Mistress Vicky. I still worked there of course, and as my body developed even more, I came to really crave physical attention. I loved being stroked and petted and touched up. I loved it.’
‘Not everybody was so nice of course. There was one couple Vicky sent me to..’
‘A couple?’ asked Cassie, ‘a man and a woman?’
‘Oh yes, you’d be surprised at what some relationships involve. Anyway, these two hadn’t quite decided what they wanted me for. I was supposed to be a birthday present for the man, so he sat on the sofa while the woman unwrapped me, then I had to crawl over to him and kiss him and get his cock out and start to lick it.’
‘Err,’ said Cassie
‘Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It can be quite fun with a nice person, provided they’re not fat or too hairy. There’s something I really like to do with whipped cream...’ Sadie stopped at the look on Cassie’s face.
‘Anyway, this woman lost it completely, and started hitting me and blaming me for him neglecting her. It was a funny evening that. It ended with him tied up in the bedroom, and t
he woman and me playing first with him and then with each other. He could only look while we had sex on the bed. They were both very apologetic when I left, but Vicky was cross when she saw the bruises and wouldn’t let me go to them again. She said I should have walked out when she started hitting me, but it’s a bit difficult to do that when all you are wearing is a few scraps of wrapping paper and a big bow of pink ribbon!’
‘With ... men’ asked Cassie, ‘did you mind being...’
‘Fucked in the backside? Well it took some getting used to. I’d never really been attracted to men, despite most people thinking I was gay. Vicky broke me in gently, made me do private shows with another girl with a strap-on, and she made sure I knew how to prepare properly and, of course, always to use a condom. In the end I just came to accept it. I liked the contact and the attention, and to tell you the truth I think I liked that as much as anything. Unless of course it was a show in the club, on the stage with an audience and able to see myself in the mirrors, then I could be really depraved.’
‘How...’ Cassie interrupted.
‘You mean how much more depraved could I get?’
Cassie nodded. She was shocked, a little repelled, but quite fascinated by the other girls experience.
‘Well, there was one act Mistress Vicky and I did. I would pretend to be just a visitor, perhaps the girlfriend of one of my friends, or an old customer. Vicky would come onto the little stage in full dominatrix gear, sometimes with bare breasts and like an opera mask, and she would command the audience to send her a volunteer. I would pretend to be reluctant, but my friend would push me forwards and up onto the stage. I would act all innocent, and Vicky would walk round me, and flick me with a little whip, telling me that I was going to become her devoted slave and do whatever she told me to do. I would pretend to be frightened and just nod in agreement. She would tell me to strip naked, and I would start off all embarrassed, and then get more flagrant, until I was down to my thong and my heels. I would have to kneel down on a little stool, and Mistress Vicky would put a collar round my neck, with a chain attached, and I would have to kiss her breasts, while she whipped my bottom. I would have to stand up again, and Mistress would get angry ‘cos I hadn’t stripped quite naked. She would handcuff my hands behind my back, and hang the keys on my collar. She would lead me round the stage, asking the audience if they wanted me quite naked, and of course they all yelled yes and yes and yes. So Mistress would fetch a long knife, and play round me with it, then turn my back to the audience, and cut my thong off on each side. I would wriggle my bottom, and Vicky would say, “and what have we here” and turn me round so that everyone could see my cock. Then we would go through a kind of ritual.
“So what are you good for slave?”
“Whatever you want Mistress Victoria.”
“Are you good for fucking slave?”
“Yes please Mistress, I am good at fucking.”
“Are you good at being fucked in your behind slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I love being fucked in my behind.”
“Are you good at sucking cock slave?”
“Oh yes Mistress, I love sucking cock, especially with cream and...”
She would whip me then.
“Just answer the questions slave, I tell you what you can do.”
“Yes mistress,” and I would wriggle and lick my lips.
“Are you good at worshipping breasts slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” and she would pull me down to lick her breasts again.
“Are you good at eating pussy slave?”
“Yes Mistress, I love to eat pussy.”
“So will you be good as a complete sex toy slave?”
“Yes Mistress I will try to be a good sex toy.”
“Well I’d better find out if anyone wants you slave.”
Then she would ask the audience “Do you think any of you would like this sex toy?”
Again they yelled yes and yes and yes.
“How much would you pay to play with this sex toy?”
“How much would you pay to come up here and see if she is as good a sex toy as she says she is?”
There would be yells, some just rude, some facetious, and some offering quite large sums.
“Well I will walk her round, and you can examine the goods, and write down your offers. Later we will see who has made the highest bid!”
She would pull me down to her breasts again, and we would have a long kiss, then she would lead me down from the stage, and take me round the crowded club.
By this time my cock would be quite erect, (although by now I had taken so many hormones that I had to take a Viagra pill before the show) and as Vicky lead me round I was completely defenceless. She would let people touch me, but if they got too excited or tried to do too much to me she would discourage them with her whip.
I really loved it. I was just submerged in a sea of hands and bodies with lots of people touching and stroking me. It was a completely sensual experience.’
‘But how did it work,’ asked Cassie. ‘Didn’t you feel ... vulnerable?’
‘Of course I was completely vulnerable, but Mistress Vicky took good care that no-one hurt me. As she lead me round we were followed by a couple of the club bouncers, and no-one wanted to get on the wrong side of them. Mistress handed out bidding slips as we went.
It was usually quite fun, and most people were actually quite restrained. Some men would try to feel up my bottom, and some people, particularly straight (or not so straight) girls would like to feel my smooth and silky balls and penis. Some people would grab my breasts, and sometimes both men and women would kiss me. Mistress would let them have a little time, then she would pull me away, and pass them a bidding slip. “That’s a sample my dear, anything else you have to pay for”. The bidding slips were all numbered, and Mistress was quite good at remembering who was given which number. The bouncers had slips to give out as well, and they also had good memories. Sometimes people would offer me a drink (although we made sure that the only drinks I got came from our bar), and with my hands cuffed behind my back I had to lap, and suck the drinks offered. If they offered me a straw I would make a great play of sucking through the straw and licking my lips and pouting. That was very popular.
Eventually, Mistress led me back onto the stage, and the bar staff went round with buckets collecting the bids.
I would be kneeling on the little stool again, and Mistress Vicky would play with my breasts, and make me play with hers, and we would chat quietly about who might make bids and what they would like to do. Vicky would leave me there, and fasten my chain to the back of the stage while she went off to discuss the bids with the bouncers, and a couple of dancers from “Shiny Girls” did a routine in front of me. All they wore was glitter powder, and of course the pubic hair trimmed and dyed into a little golden heart, just as mine was. When they had their bottoms to the audience they would wink at me, and make explicit gestures about what would happen to me.
After a while Mistress would come back, and announce that three bids were in the running. In turn she would announce the number that the bidder had used, and what they would like to do to me. She didn’t say how much they had bid. She would unfasten me, and lead me to the front again and make the announcement “and the winner, for two thousand pounds” , or whatever the actual bid was, “ is...” and then the winning number.
The two Shiny Girl girls would go down and help the winners up to the stage. Sometimes it was just one person, and that was usually a man. Sometimes it was two people, and then it was always a man and a woman or two women. Vicky and the bouncers had selected the winners of course, so they didn’t expose me to more risk than they needed.’
Cassie thought that the whole process sounded incredibly risky.
‘Vicky and the staff would set up the stage with the props and equipment required. Sometimes, if all I had to do was give a blow job to a man, they would give a little cushion to kneel on, but more usually for blow jobs, I would have to knee
l on a little table to get me to the right height, and my hands and legs would be fastened down. That let the winner play with my breasts while I sucked him off. Sometimes we had to use more elaborate gear. Once I was strapped onto a narrow leather covered bench, so one woman could mount herself on my cock, and the other could put her pussy over my mouth.
It got more difficult if it was a man and a woman, and I had to suck him off while she mounted me, but we had this kind of sling thing so I could be held up off the floor in any position required. ’
‘Did you ... enjoy it?’ asked Cassie
‘To tell you the truth, not every time. But sometimes it was quite magical. I would get completely carried away with all the attention and the physical sensation, and if I glimpsed myself in the mirrors at the side and back of the stage, and I could see that this was me, looking like that, and doing these things... well, that made everything worthwhile.’
Sadie stopped, and Cassie could see that some of these memories were painful for her.
‘It didn’t really.’ Sadie continued with a sigh. ‘I was getting into more and more trouble with my course. I hardly got to any lectures or seminars; I tried to do some of the essays, but never completed them. And then one evening, when I was dancing at Shiny Girls, I saw Jenny come in, with this man. I don’t think she recognised me, and they didn’t stay long. I thought that he looked a right bastard though. Until then I’d hardly ever drunk too much, and managed to avoid the whole drug scene, but that night at the other club, it was supposed to be my night off, I started to drink – badly. To get drunk you know. I really didn’t see how things could get any worse.’
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