Chapter 5

The next morning was Monday and I was thrilled with the idea of Beth and I both going off to work and being far away from Master. I had been going through hell for the past four days and just wanted some time away to clear my head. My god, had it only been four days? That cruel man had enslaved me, cuckolded me, and broken me in only four days? Maybe he was right about me all along. I’m not really a man at all. A real man would never put up with this without fighting back, right? But even the thought of pain scares me to the point where I just submit. I naturally back down from confrontation and Master uses that innate cowardice and submissiveness to his advantage. Damn I actually was looking forward to a day at the office.

When I went down to grab some breakfast Beth was already at the kitchen table finishing a bowl of cereal. I said good morning and my voice cracked both from shame and because of a still sore throat from swallowing Master’s cock so often. Beth was actually cheerful and smiled out a greeting before getting up to put her bowl in the sink. I noticed she was moving slowly as if in pain and asked what the matter was. She said she was just very sore and stiff from working in the garden all day yesterday, but I knew better. Sadly I knew.

I quickly downed a cold toaster pastry then Beth and I left together each headed for our separate cars. As we made our way to the driveway Master shouted a greeting from across the street. He yelled, “Morning Beth and Beth’s little hubby”. He said it in a way that would seem like a friendly joke between neighbors but we each took it to mean something else based on our separate experiences. Beth giggled and said “Good morning” back and I heard the unbridled lust in her voice as she said it. I’ve known her too long not to recognize every tone of her voice. Beth slid into her car never taking her eyes form her new lover and I dropped angrily into my own car and we headed off to work.

Beth manages the books for several law firms in town and makes a great deal more money than I do. She’s always had an edge over me both in her educational and professional life. I work as a sales rep for a local radio station. We’re a small shop in a small market so we have a more personal relationship with our clients. This means I usually spend a good part of my day visiting with and managing my accounts after a quick morning meeting at the station. My sales have never been the greatest and out of the 3 sales reps working there I’m always the lowest in total sales. But this week I was determined to change that. I needed to throw myself into work and get my head right.

When I got to the office for our morning meeting my boss, Jeff, asked to see me in his office. I was a little worried but it was actually something positive for a change. He said, “Tim I got a call from the owner of the garage out on 22 about wanting to buy a block of air time. He requested you by name saying he was friends with one of your other clients and wanted to give you some business. I don’t have to tell you, you need this one Tim. Your sales have never been stellar but this quarter you’ve really been slipping. Here’s the address. I told him you’d head over after the morning meeting.

I thanked him and headed out of his office with a renewed energy. I was going to nail this one for sure. I spent the drive out there practicing my sales pitch and feeling pretty good about my chances. The morning meeting took about an hour so I was on the road by 9 and it was only a 10 minute drive.

The garage was located on a busy part of Route 22 and was actually more of a used car lot that did a respectable amount of repair business as well. They usually advertised on stations that attracted the business of the locals since they were located in a rather urban neighborhood. That’s a polite way of saying it’s in the hood so they advertised on the more contemporary music stations. Our format was soft rock so I really needed to pitch this one just right.

When I got to the garage I parked off to the side as was our practice so as not to take up customer parking wherever we went. I entered the office and the secretary, a very large black woman, looked up at me from behind her desk with a sort of contempt. As if it were odd for a white guy in a suit to come in here. I introduced myself and told her I was expected by the owner. She looked me over doubtfully and picked up the phone to call her boss. She said, “Hey do you have an appointment with a white boy today? Uh huh, yeah. Ok, I’ll send him in”. She looked back at me after hanging up the phone and said, “Ok, you can go in. It’s just down the hall, last door on the right”.

I thanked her and made my way back to the owner’s office. I paused at the door to take a deep breath and knocked. I heard a muffled voice say, “Come in” so I opened the door and entered the rather nice looking office.

What I saw took my breath away and I felt as though I might faint. I almost ran away but the large man sitting at the desk was ready for that and said one word that froze me in my tracks. That word was a command. “Stay” he said and my feet planted in place. I was shaking all over but obeyed again when he said, “Close and lock the door”.

It was Art! My tormentor from Master’s poker night! Art, the man who fucked my ass and turned me into a sissy bitch! I was standing there like a deer in headlights, afraid to move or speak. Art pushed back in his chair with a smile and said, “I’ve blocked out my entire morning for our ‘meeting’ and told Becca I don’t want to be disturbed for any reason so we’ll have a few hours to get reacquainted Blanca”.

At the sound of my sissy name my knees got week and my heat began pounding in my chest. How was this happening? How had the horror of the past week come to visit me at my job? I was completely distraught and felt warm tears fill my eyes.

Art laughed and said, “Awe don’t cry sweetie. I’m gonna let you have my big ole cock. You don’t have to worry about that”.

The animal was mocking me by making it look like my anxiety was caused by a longing for his cock which made my situation that much more humiliating. He pointed to the bathroom and told me I’d find my wardrobe for the morning in there. He told me not to take more than 30 minutes getting ready or there would be hell to pay. I started to say something, anything to stop this nightmare but Art stopped me with, “Not a word from you unless I tell you to speak. The clock is ticking bitch so get busy now”.

Trembling in fear I walked in a haze to the bathroom and closing myself inside began to cry in earnest. I was shaking so badly I had to grasp the edge of the sink to keep from falling down. Fear and humiliation threatened to cripple me but I knew I had no choice in the matter so I quickly got myself together and took a look at the clothing hanging on the door.

There was an open garment bag with a lingerie outfit hanging inside. I found a pink see through nightie, pink ruffled panties, and pink knee high stockings, a pair of white heels that looked like a nightmare to walk in, and a long blonde wig. Sighing in defeat I slowly undressed and began putting on my girly clothes. It didn’t take me long to dress since there wasn’t much to put on and I was shocked at just how good the stockings felt on my smooth legs. I was angry with myself for even thinking that but the smooth, silky stockings really felt quite nice and even made my little penis twitch.

The heels were another matter however. I was rocking back and forth and wobbling so much I feared I would break my ankles. I took a few tentative steps in the confines of the bathroom testing them out and found that if I took small mincing steps I could control myself rather well. The damn heels were going to make me walk like a sissy.

After I put on the wig I searched the garment bag to make sure I hadn’t missed anything only to find to my dismay I tube of hot pink lipstick. Steeling myself for further degradation I slowly applied the lipstick being careful to make it look as natural as possible. When finished I was saddened by the face looking at me from the mirror. I was a complete sissy slut and was about to be used by a large black man again. I was careful not to start crying again because I was afraid I’d never stop.

Knowing I could not delay any longer I exited the bathroom to the smiling face of Art who was now standing across the room from me. “There’s my sexy little sissy bitch” he said. “Come over here and give Daddy a kiss”.

I walked to him slowly in those damned heels and he commented on how sexy I looked walking like a real girl. I blushed head to toe by the time I reached him and he took my in his arms pulling me in close. The man was huge and smelled like B.O. and his arms were so big they completely engulfed me making me feel that much more inferior to him.

He was not gentle at all pulling me in and kissing me savagely. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I tasted stale cigarettes and horrible breath. I felt the stubble on his face scraping mine and was reminded again that this was another man I was making out with. Well, a man anyway. At this point can I really say we fall into the same category?

While we made out like teenagers Art reached down and grabbed my panty covered ass squeezing it hard and mauling it relentlessly. The pain he was causing my ass made me moan into his mouth and he took that as a sign of arousal intensifying our make out session. It was then that I felt the significant bulge in his pants begin to grow. This awful man was becoming aroused by defiling me and I could feel his huge cock pressing against my crotch. Even though he was much taller than me his cock hung so low in his pants that it reached down far enough for me to feel it pressing on my own tiny, ‘shrimp dick’ as my lovely wife called it.

Art then broke off the kissing and stepped back to look me over. He was smiling and rubbing his cock through his pants. “Enough foreplay” he said. “Time for my sweet Blanca to take care of Daddy’s hard on”.

He ordered me to undress him and I began by pulling his sweat stained shirt over his head. The man smelled horrible. How was that possible this early in the morning? Noticing my discomfort at his odor he laughed and said, “You like how a real man smells don’t you Blanca? Yeah I worked all day outside yesterday and didn’t shower. I’m wearing the same clothes too so you can get the full effect of man stink. I know that smell is an aphrodisiac to a sissy like you”.

He then lifted his right arm straight up and told me to get in there and take a good whiff. I was disgusted but so fearful of this hulking black man that I did as ordered. I leaned my face right into his pit and inhaled deeply through my nose. The smell almost made me pass out it was so strong. He kept me close in his disgusting pit with pressure on the back of my head and told me to “have a taste”.

I couldn’t believe the depths to which I was forced to sink as I tentatively stuck out my tongue and took a quick swipe of his hairy, sweaty armpit. He seemed to enjoy that so he told me to lick him clean like a good girl. I spent a good ten minutes slobbering over the wretched pit choking on the vile sweat before being told to move over to the other side. I gave a repeat performance of lavishing his other pit with my tongue before being pushed to my knees. My mouth tasted awful and I could see traces of my lipstick on his hairy pits. He laughed down at me and said, “That’s how my slut should look. Like a street whore with her lipstick all smeared. You’re a good slut Blanca, now take off my pants”.

I worked his pants down noticing right away the even more pungent odor of his crotch. Thankfully he had already taken off his shoes and socks saving me the degradation. When I removed his work pants I sat back on my knees to catch my breath and noticed the disgusting state of his underwear. He was wearing a pair of light gray, stained, boxer briefs that had seen better days. The elastic was worn and they were in danger of falling off. They were threadbare in places and looked to be several years old. Art reached down and pulled my face into his crotch rubbing it all over the awful garment covering barely covering his huge cock. The smell was dreadful and brought tears to my eyes but I was not able to pull away. Art told me to kiss his cock through the underwear so I obeyed planting kisses all over the bulge leaving little pink lip prints to tell the tale.

After a few minutes of this Art told me to take down his underwear using only my teeth. I leaned up and took the waistband in my mouth and began pulling them down which of course meant his cock rubbed against my face as I slid past it. When I reached his feet with my face he stepped out of the soiled garment and had me sit there on my knees with the nasty underwear hanging from my lips. He smiled and told me I looked natural like that but it was time to get busy so he had me crawl across the room and put the underwear on a chair near his desk. I crawled back to him all the while listening to him call me a good doggy.

That must have given him an idea because he laughed and said, “Now beg for your treat little Blanca. Beg to suck Daddy’s cock like a good sissy doggy”.

Fresh tears filled my eyes as I was forced to now beg for my own debasement. I pleaded with him, “Please let me suck your cock”. But that wasn’t nearly good enough for him. He slapped my face hard one time and told me to start again and to call him Daddy. He wanted me to be explicit in my begging and to use my ‘girly’ voice.

In a high pitched lisping voice I pleaded, “Please Daddy let me suck your cock. I love your big hard cock Daddy. Let your sissy suck your beautiful cock for you Daddy. I’m so hungry for your hard cock I’ll do anything for a taste of it Daddy”.

The words flowed out of me far too easily and I was ashamed at how quickly I had become this whimpering, little, sissy.