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A WHORING WE WILL GO!
CHAPTER ONE A LONG JOURNEY STARTS...
It was a long drive, but one that was necessary. Once a year, my wife and I take a long road trip to visit my family for Christmas. My wife Claire hates it, but understands the necessity.
I tend to be bad at planning trips, so Claire made all of the arrange- ments herself. We were going to make a few side trips to visit friends of hers from college. I didn't think much of it when she announced that whe was stopping in the next city to visit a close friend of hers. I was soon to discover just how close they really are, and what she had in mind for me!
We actually drove into a small suburban neighborhood, upper middle class yet established and spacious, with houses on fairly large lots. I would later come to discover that the privacy this afforded was one of the reasons the woman I was about to meet lived there.
We drove up to one of the more secluded homes, and Claire pulled in. We were soon greeted at the door by a very tall, blond woman who was very sexy in a black cotton minidress and four inch heels. Something seemed different about her, though, something undefineable...
"Come on in. Terry is waiting for you inside." she said to Claire, an amused tone to her voice. We entered and she shut and locked the door.
"You don't look like what I expected. I expected you to be dressed head to toe in leather or something!"
"Typical dominatrix uniform, right? Well, that really isn't called for with what we have planned, and this is more comfortable. She won't see a thing until its too late!" There was a strange tone to that word, "she".
"What in the world are you talking about..." I began to ask. What came next stunned me.
"Shut up, bitch, or you'll really regret I turn you into!", Claire said angrily.
"I just wanted to know..."
"That does it. Listen, Whore, you will do what you're told!"
"Yes, Mistress" I heard myself say. I was in shock!
"From now on, your name is Whore, because that is what you'll be. Do you understand, Whore?"
"Yes, Mistress." My voice was so soft and high!
"And what is your name, slut?"
"My name is Whore, Mistress". I couldn't believe what I was saying!
"And why is that your name?"
"Because that is what I will be, Mistress." This was too much!
"No, you already ARE a Whore, cunt."
"It worked!" she said to the Lady in Black, half giggling. "I really didn't believe you could do it. Subliminal messages on compact disk! And how did you do it so I wasn't affected?"
"I have a friend in the record industry who does these up 'special' onto regular CDs and tapes. Wouldn't it be funny if she accidentally got them confused with the regular ones and shipped them out with the others? Anyway, you said she likes to listen with the headphones on, so it really wasn't that hard! Besides, it's worded so you aren't affected. And it's quite amazing how many instructions you can give that way. Ordinarily I would charge you big bucks, but for Terry's 'friends', it is a pleasure. Come on in."
She led us into a large, comfy living room, and in it was a stunning young lady. She got up, and she gave a big hug to Claire, then a very long and passionate kiss.
"Oh, Whore, this is Mistress Terry and you've already met Mistress Jean. Why don't you take off all of your clothes and kiss their shoes."
I almost ripped off my clothes, and dropped to my knees. Actually, it was the Whore who did it, and with pleasure. I began kissing their feet.
"Whore, shouldn't you say hello to my friends?"
"Hello Mistress Terry and Mistress Jean. I'm available to be used for your pleasure."
"Jean, why don't you take care of the little whore while Terry and I get reacquainted? And Whore, we're going to have sex right here and you won't even be able to lift a finger. You won't even notice anything." She looked into my eyes and said "Little Whore, nighty night" and every- thing went black.....
CHAPTER TWO TRANSFORMED
I came to in sitting in a chair like the ones in a hair salon or beauty parlor. There were mirrors on the walls, but I wasn't facing one. Mistress Jean was standing in front of me, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, Whore, you're finally awake. I'll show you what I've done to you. During the day I'm a beautician. It comes in handy for my 'night' job.!"
I could already see some of what she did. My nails were very long, and very brightly red. I was wearing a red and black corset, black seemed stockings, and outrageously high heels, ankle strap sandals with heels so high that I felt like I was on my tiptoes! I had large breasts, at least a large C cup, and there was something covering my crotch. I reached a long red nail over to touch it...
"I see you've found your restraint. It's a chastity belt. If anybody asks about it, you are to tell them your Mistress put on you to keep you from cheating and fucking them. Your mouth and ass are for them. And it matches your collar so nicely."
I didn't want to think about why somebody would be seeing them, or whether I really would use my mouth or ass for them. I also then noticed that I was wearing a collar. The chastity belt was a pretty golden color, and I assumed that the collar must be the same.
"Let's take a look at you, Whore!" she said, swinging the chair so it faced a mirror directly. I was stunned. The makeup was excellent but was very much overdone. My hair was now a pretty shade of red, and was very obviously cut and restyled. My hair had been getting longish, since Claire said she liked running her fingers through it and she always found a way to keep me from getting it cut. Now I understood why.
The collar was very pretty, and sexy. I reached up and felt it, and found the lock on the back that kept it there. I was so sexy I could have cum just from looking at myself, but I found that I didn't feel anything there at all. I reached down there again.
"It's not there any more, Whore, at least that's what your unconscious mind thinks. And you'll act like there's a wet cunt there, no matter what you really want or think. And there's something else..." She grabbed both nipples hard and I almost screamed. They hurted! But they can't be real!...
"I know you think your tits aren't real, but they do feel real, and that's what's reality. You can think all you want about how they must be fake, but you could look forever and never see a seam, and you'll feel it when they're touched. The unconscious mind is very strong."
"You're going to be one hot little whore tonight. You are going to approach every man who looks like he's interested and offer to give him a blowjob for $25. You'll know just what to do, it's your nature to be a hooker. We were originally planning to leave you like this overnight, but it seems that Claire's so pissed with your disobedience that she wants you to work until you pay off all of the trip's expenses, including some shop- ping she wants to do...something about wanting a leather jacket and skirt or something...they couldn't cost more than $500, right? And if you make more money this way than working your regular job, she'll keep you like this. This is tax-free, too. Claire's a practical woman, after all.
"You're ready to make your debut, Whore. Just get up and put on the clothes by the door." I walked, incredibly as it seemed in those shoes, an outrageous wiggle in my walk, to the clothes. They were a ridiculously short leather skirt that didn't cover my garters, a cheap fur jacket and a purse. No blouse. I looked in the purse and it contained makeup, some miscellaneous junk, a wallet and at least a dozen condoms.
I pulled on the mini, zipped it up, slipped on the jacket, threw my purse over the left shoulder and walked to the door. I felt so cheap!
"Now march to the car, Whore!"
I walked to the car, got in and buckled my seatbelt, then looked into the mirror on the sunvisor to see if my makeup was ok...what was happening to me?
Mistress Jean leaned over and said "Little whore, nighty night" and again everything went black...
CHAPTER THREE THE STREETS
I came to on my feet, draped across a streetlamp. My feet hurt, but the feeling was good, and made me feel sexier. My jacket was open, and the frigid air of the crisp night made my new nipples tingle. I was so horny!
A car pulled up, the windshield unrolled, and I took a few steps, the echos of the clicking of my heels ringing through the almost deserted street. I leaned down, showing my cleavage to the man, and smiled.
"Hey babe, got any sugar for me tonight?"
"Sure, handsome. My mouth's dry, and I've been looking for a lollipop for it. But they cost $25 these days.
"Well, get your sexy ass in this car and we'll do something about that!
I opened the car door, thinking of how many times I'd get to do this before Claire made me be me again. Or was this me?...Get to? Made me? I was losing my mind.
I sat down, smiled, and stopped worrying about silly things.