Epilogue
It has now been more than ten years since Master Rick sold me,
and I have been sold twice since that first time. The man Master Rick
sold me to was Master Gerald. He transformed me more or less into what I
am now. Instead of bodybuilding Master Gerald had me doing aerobics
while my bulging muscles disappeared. After a year I looked just like
any other big chested bimbo, my platinum blonde hair reinforcing my
image as an airhead. Master Gerald also used me as a maid and fucktoy,
but a little differently from Master Rick. Master Gerald also kept me
chastised and in the four years he owned me he only allowed me to cum
once and that was right before he sold me. After about a year of
training me to do things, as he wanted them done, my muscles had
disappeared and I looked like a super sexy bimbo. He also equipped me
with rubber dentures so that it looked like I had real teeth. Master
Gerald then began showing me off to his friend and acquaintances. He
would dress me in a sexy cocktail dress and take out to dinner in fancy
restaurants, all the time behaving like the perfect gentleman; bringing
me flowers, taking my coat, holding the door for me and holding my chair
when I sat down. He would pour the wine and make me feel special. This
would last until we left the restaurant. I would be floating on a fluffy
cloud; intoxicated at the attention and gentleness, but the instant we
were out of sight of the restaurant he would start to abuse me. First
verbally and then physically, and the evenings always ended with a
lengthy torture and gangbanging session. Still I loved these evenings. I
expected and had long since been conditioned to love the fucking and the
torture and I thought it was a small price to pay for being treated like
a lady for few hours. It is fair to say that I loved Master Gerald
almost as much as I had loved Master Rick.
But eventually Master Gerald too tired of me and sold me. He sold me to
an evil woman: Mistress Tonya. Mistress Tonya hated men and I
represented to her the lowest of all male specimens. The good life as a
maid and fucktoy were over. Mistress Tonya used me for abuse only and I
was constantly covered in welts and bruises. She of course delighted in
teasing my cock and denying me sexual release, not once letting me cum,
not even before she sold me. For several weeks at a time she kept me as
her dog, tying my hands to my shoulders and my feet to my thighs and
making me walk around on knees and elbows. Mistress Tonya quickly tired
of me and after less than two years sold to my current Master.
My current Master is Master Antwan. Master Antwan is a pimp and I am
just one of his many whores. He is a big, fat, black guy who runs the
biggest whoring operation in the city. Not all his whores are his
property like me and he has no special interest in me other than the
income I provide him with. In fact I have only been allowed to blow him
once and he hasn't even fucked my ass. At first I was special: A
sissy-slave who could be subjected to harsh torture. I was kept in an
exclusive whorehouse and my clients were people who paid top-dollar to
torture and fuck me. But after a couple of years all the abuse began to
show itself and my looks deteriorated. My body is now covered in scars
and my face, although still feminine and sexy, is looking worn. The
customers began to get fewer and fewer and finally Master Antwan had had
enough and put me out on the street. Now I work the street corners, a
common whore. And yet I am still special in a way. For I am still a
slave and because of all my conditioning there is one thing I cannot do:
I cannot refuse any sexual request, not matter how painful of
humiliating. That combined with the reaction I get when my customers see
my chastity device, ensure that I get the wildest and most sadistic of
them all. Several times I have almost been killed, being saved only by
Master Antwan's enforcers who always lurk nearby to make sure that
Master Antwan's property doesn't run away or get damaged. Lately my
customers are getting few and far between and Master Antwan's enforcers
beat me when I return to the tiny apartment I share with three other
slave-whores to deliver my earnings for the night. The others are
looking at me nervously and I think that the time may soon come when
Master Antwan no longer thinks I am worth the trouble or expense. When
that time comes I think it may very well be the end of the line for me.
I just hope that I will be allowed to cum one last time...
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