Every night was much the same. All my clients were men. Since I made it
clear I was only into blowjobs, I was not found out. It also gave me a very
active cliental as most men were looking for blowjobs. Most of them were
lower and middle class white but there were some rich men and blacks. I did
my job in by the hour rooms, in cars, alleys and once at the curb. The
other girls on the street dressed alike. Most of them did not do blowjobs,
so there was little competition as a matter of fact they refereed men to
me. There were black ones, whites, oriental, small, big, fat, blonde, red
head, etc. In short a cross section of womanhood.

You ask what about the cops? They were there. They did not bother us much
as long as we didn't roll our clients or did anything in public. But there
was a payback. The cops would pick up a hooker or two and take them to a
cop party where the hooker were the party favors. The vice cops were
different. At the parties they would use us like any other cop, but on the
street that didn't cut any ice. One night a dude in a caddy convertible
stops at my corner and negotiates an agreement for services. At the motel
room, I was arrested for prostitution and take downtown for booking.

I was one of several girls taken in this sting. New York's mayor was one a
law and order kick. It was an election year and the liberals were crying
for law and order. At the station, I was id'ed as the maid wanted in
Mistress Sonja's robbery and I was booked for the robbery as well as
prostitution. After the booking, I was turned over to the jail matrons and
taken to a back room. There I was strip searched and my body cavity was
searched. The matrons were not too surprised at my sexual orientation. The
matrons were no beauty queens by a long shot. They both were in their
thirties and at least 50 pounds over weight. Their uniforms were sloppy and
did not fit well, they did not give the image of dominance. When one of the
matron went to get me a uniform, the other one pushed me to my knees and
pulled my head between her legs. I had been there enough to know what she
wanted from me. The lack of panties on her part only confirmed it. Her
crotch smelled and was very hairy. The other matron returned before I was
finished and the two switched places. When finished, I was allowed to
dress. The uniform was nothing more than a medium length sleeveless shift,
made of cotton and washed out blue in color. They allowed me no
undergarments and no shoes. I was then taken to a cell. Instead of putting
me with the other hookers, I was put in a large cell with several other
women who I was told were there for violent crimes, murder, assault,
robbery, etc. The matron escorted me to my bunk. As soon as the cell door
closed several women surrounded my bunk and held me down. As I tried to cal
out another woman sat on my mouth. My dress was pulled up. Until Breakfast
time, several hours later, I was used by everyone in the cell, until they
were satisfied.

After we were fed, we were taken to a shower room and allowed to clean up.
More liberties were taken with me by both the prisoners and the matrons.
Mid morning, I was given underwear and shoes and taken to the courthouse. I
was questioned by the police and the DA where I told my story. After
several questions from the police, the robbery detail left and Mistress
Sonja entered. As the door closed behind the DA, She slapped me several
times, yelled at me and called me a ungrateful little whore. I wrapped
myself around her legs crying and begging Her forgiveness. Soon She settled
down and started comforting me.

"I heard your whole story and I understand you didn't
have a lot of choice. The police have found the bikers
and enough of my property to arrest them. They'll be
in jail for awhile."

The DA reentered with a matron and I was taken to the court room. Standing
before the judge I wasn't afraid as the DA read the charges. All was right
in my world because Mistress Sonja had forgiven me. The trial was very
short. The DA dropped the robbery charges and allowed that the prostitution
charges were my first offense and I was forced to do it. The judge was an
older gentleman. He had me taken to his chambers to question me himself.
There he sat down in his office chair and had me kneel before him.

"You know what to do girl. Do a good job and you'll get a
light sentence. A bad job and you'll spend a year in the
cell you spent last night in. I want to show you pity, but
you must give me a reason to."

What else could I do? Thirty minutes later, we left the judge's chambers
and he pronounced my sentence. Time served and one year probation. Taken
back to jail, my uniform was taken from me and I dressed in the clothing I
was arrested in. But not before these two matrons played with me for
awhile. Mistress Sonja was waiting for me at the front door and She took me
home. That night I spent the night in Her bed serving Her and tell Mistress
all that happened. Soon all was back to normal, although Mistress seemed to
treat me a little more coldly. Or so I thought.

One evening a large white man who was well dressed came to the door.
Mistress Sonja greeted him and took him into Her office and closed the
door. I didn't get to concerned and thought he was a client of Mistress.
Some time later when they left the office I was called to them. As I knelt
before them my heart almost stopped when Mistress Sonja coldly told the
man,
"Take her the slut's all yours."

He dragged me kicking and crying to his limo. When we arrived at his home,
I was taken upstairs and placed in a sparsely furnished bedroom and locked
in. Later that evening, my new owner, Master James, entered the room. I was
pulled over His knee and spanked for embarrassing him outside Mistress
Sonja's. While still over His knee I was informed about my new position.

"Slut, I now own you. I run a high class string of girl. Yes I'm a pimp.
But I only run very high class call girls. And I do mean high class
exclusive and very expensive. While most of my girls are employees, a few
are like you, slaves. While I do not pay them, I feed, cloth, and shelter
them. When they are not humping, they work here, doing jobs like cleaning,
phones, office work, etc. You are not allowed to contact Mistress Sonja.
She has leased you to me for a long term. She was very upset with you."

For the next month, I worked in the house. Mostly cleaning and cooking, but
I also worked in the office and answered the phones. Answering the phones,
got me into trouble. One slow night, I called Mistress Sonja and talked
with Her for several minutes begging Her to take me back and promising to
be very good, etc. Within the hour, Master James pulls me from the office
and downstairs into the cellar. For the next two days I was whipped with
rubber whips, starved and otherwise punished. Mistress Sonja had called
Master James and informed Him of my disobedience. Soon I was working at my
new profession as a high class call girl. I was kept at the house until a
client called and then I was taken to the caller by chauffeur driven limo.
I was always well dressed. Always expensive, classy, conservative and very
tight. My fee was $1000 a pop, all night was more. I was expected to be
very good, in more ways that one.

The chauffeur was a tall, well built and very dark black man. His muscles
were there for a purpose, to protect Master James's investment. The limo
was a long white caddy with very dark windows. He always waited for me and
treated me, in public, with the respect one would expect. Privately not so
nice.

My clients were the rich and famous, both domestic and international. After
all this is New York City. They were both men and women. Their only
similarity was that they were all very kinky. They were into she-males,
bondage, discipline, water sports and other fun things. My services were
sold to some very surprising people. Like the television preacher who is
into have a tv maid clean his room and then raping her. Or the television
heart throb who took me on a date to a very nice Italian restaurant and had
me give him a blowjob under the table. My hours were 24 hours a day seven
days a week. Late morning to early afternoon were the quietest. More so
during the weekdays.

Master James's house was a detached house in upper Manhattan. The neighbor-
hood was very exclusive. Read very expensive. Upstairs, the bedrooms were
broken into many small rooms. There was only two small beds and two chest
of drawers. Two girls were assigned to each room. No sexual interaction was
allowed. For two reasons. One we were almost always too tired. Master
James doesn't make money if we aren't on our backs. Second, the punishment
was not pleasant. A steel chastity belt was locked on for a week the first
time. Even when working. So one didn't get too many thumbs ups.

When we aren't on our backs, we do other duties. Cleaning, mending and
cooking. We clean everything. Laundry, dishes, dusting, bathrooms, bedrooms
and even do windows. Every night Master James selects a girl to serve Him
for the night. From experience, I can tell you she gets a very through
workout. She works harder in His bed than all night with the clients.
Master James will use any hole big enough to fit, even ears and nose if
they were big enough.

One night Master James got a call from a new client for several girls to
entertain at a company party. Only the best would do, price was no object.
When we got there, several well dressed men were present. They started
dancing with us then took us one by one into a smaller off room. When each
of us got into the room, we then found out we were arrested for
prostitution. They had several video cameras in each room so they had us
dead to rights. Each of us were cuffed, frisked (by male officers who got
off on it), marandized and taken down stairs.

At the front door, our coach, a paddy wagon, awaited us. On the way to the
downtown jail, several police officers, both male and female, had their way
with us. Two officers had me service their night sticks at both ends. God
they were big. At a stop light they rotated guards. Two K-9 officers used
my mouth to suck off their dogs. Downtown, we were booked and allowed our
one telephone call. We would spend the night in jail, because we were not
able to get into night court. The jail was one of the oldest public
buildings still in use. The older architecture was cold and forbidding,
like it was foretelling it's use. I was thrown into a large dark cell that
was full of prisoners. Before they left, the two guards raped me, using me
for their lust and entertainment. When they were gone, the dykes took over
so I spent the remainder of the night satisfying their lusts. After a
sleepless night, I was taken with the rest of the girls to the showers.
While we washed up for court, the male guards got their jollies watching
us. Plus copping free feels. Following that we dressed and prepared for
court. We were lined up and marched into a large police van. We were not
fed breakfast. And off we went to court.

When I was led into the court room and I saw the judge, I just knew I was
in very deep shit. It was the same judge as last time.

"Girl, the last time you were in front of me, you
promised I would never see you here again. But here
you are. You nothing more than a worthless tramp. I
hereby find you guilty of charges of prostitution,
resisting arrest, assaulting a police office and
violation of probation. You will spend not less than
one year for each charge at the county work farm. Any
thing less than 100% on your part will increase your
sentence. Guard, take this slut to my chambers so I can
more fully impart my disappointment in her actions.
NEXT!"
I was escorted by a sheriff to the judge's chambers and locked in. About an
hour later the judge entered. After removing his robes, the judge slid the
fingers of his right hand into my hair, then making a fist he gain total
control of my body. With his left hand, he undid the belt and drop his
trousers. Stepping out of them, he walked backwards toward his desk and sat
in his chair. All the while he pulled me with him and into his crotch. Even
the dumbest blonde could figure out what was expected. And I proceeded with
vigor. It was dark outside by the time the judge had finished admonishing
me and the guard led me in heavy chains to the prison van. I was tossed in
and the door was locked. It was unlit inside, but I can tell you that it
was bare metal with a bench on the right side. It was also unheated and
very cold. Sometime after the trip started, the van stopped and the door
was opened. The guard and a matron pulled me from the back and dragged me
by the shoulders to a small shack. Inside I was thrown to the floor and
left.

The next morning, the door to my temporary cell was opened and in
stepped a tall woman who introduced herself as the warden. A guard escorted
me to the warden's office. Once there the warden interviewed me and my
file. And then told me a little about the farm and it's rules. The farm was
large by agricultural standards almost 200 thousand acres. It was
surrounded by a 20 foot high cyclone fence that was topped by razor wire.
Around the compound, there were several guard towers that were manned 24
hours a day seven days a week. On the out areas there were a few towers and
they were manned only when there were prisoners in the fields. The rules
were very simple and easy to remember even for a blonde.
1. Obey every command and order.
2. Work hard.
3. Keep clean.
4. Wear the proper uniform.
The punishment varies and is very strict and swift. Each girl is assigned a
job on the farm. The best duties are in the kitchen or in the staff
quarters. The worst duties are in the barns. I was assigned to the fields
and issued a uniform. It was a pair of cutoffs two sizes too small, a
short tank top a size too small and a pair of canvass sneakers.
My first job assignment was carrying a water bucket. I walked about
the field watering the other girls. The guards had their own canteens. When
my bucket was low I walk to the water truck that was parked between fields
and filled my bucket. I was a little slow the first day, so the guard
ordered me to remove my sneakers. The rest of the day was spent walking
bare footed. By the end of the day my feet were sore and blistered. The
work day ran from 7AM to 7PM six days a week. Sunday we were off unless one
was being punished. That night I hobbled into my new home for the next four
years. It was a military style barracks with large bays. Each bay was
separated by chain link fence from the others. Twenty bunks were arranged
in rows in each bay. The bed were metal framed, with a thin lumpy mattress
and a thread bare blanket. There were several rings welded in several
places on each bed. I knew what the were for as I had seen them before. My
bed was in the far corner. As I laid down totally exhausted, Several of the
larger girls jumped on me and held me down. Stripping me, they used me for
their pleasure, such as it was. The pecking order was much like a male
prison. The larger prisoners use the smaller ones. The smaller, prettier
ones find a mama to protect them in exchange for services.
There were other duties. The guards had first crack at the girls
after the warden. One took a liking to me and had me assigned to her as
her maid. After working all day in the fields, I would go the her rooms and
service her. She used my mouth mostly. She did like foot massages and
back rubs. Once and awhile, she put on a strap-on, tie me down and fuck me
anally. One night while she had the duty, I was tied over the foot of my
bed. The warden entered the bay wearing a rain coat. She opened it and all
she was wearing was a pair of dildo panties with the largest black dildo I
had seen in a long time. She wasted no time using it on me. After she
orgasimed for the last time, she pulled out, closed her coat and walked
out. One day I was assigned for the day to the field kitchen. The field
kitchen prepared the meals for the field crews. The cook was a large ugly
man who seemed intent on undressing me. Finally after the meals were
served, he pulled down my cutoffs, threw me into the mud, jumped on me and
after prying my legs apart raped me. After he was sated, he cleaned
himself off in my hair, and walked away. I spent the afternoon cleaning
the kitchen and myself.
The guards were mostly cut from the same mold. They were tall and
heavy, most were over 5'9" and weighed at least 160 pounds. Mean, they
liked to whip the girls for the slightest thing. Beatings were the norm.
Dildo rape was also a normal activity. The guards uniform was military
style, dark blue with lots of leather.
The warden was very tall, six feet tall in fact and very slim. A
size 12. She was very attractive, looking like a model with an innocent
face. But that face hid a very cruel streak. She loved to tease the
prisoners. She loved whipping and caning the girls. She orgasmed on the
site of blood running down one of her victims. You could see her shudder
from it. At night she would fist fuck her girl for the night. She dress was
very conservative. Suits that were very school marmish. She was a flaming
dyke. She loved to take young pretty prisoners especially new ones and rape
them with her extra large strap-on dildo. When they were no new prisoners,
she had a roster of mama's girls she would pick from for a night of
pleasure, for her. Hell for the girl. Before long, I was assigned to her
quarters as her maid and housekeeper. While my daily duties kept me busy,
they didn't keep me as busy as my nightly duties. During the day, I cleaned
the quarters, laundry, dishes and what ever else the Warden decided.
Usually during the day a guard would bring a girl around and lock her in a
closet. When this happened, I knew my nightly duties would be fairly light.
When it don't happen, my night would be a long a painful one. After office
hour, I would bath the Warden and prepare her for the evening's
festivities. After she opened the locked closet, I would take the girl into
the bathroom and clean her for her night with the warden. I would help her
dress in a sexy outfit to excite the warden. Following that, I would lead
the girl into the warden's bedroom and then retire for the night. I was
assigned a small room in the Warden's quarters. In reality, it was not much
more than a larger than normal closet. I would lie there shivering
listening to the cries and screams throughout the night. Early the next
morning, I would drag the girl from the room, clean her up and turn her
over to the guard outside the door. The girl would then be taken to the
infirmary where she was medically cleaned up and then she spent the next
week in the discipline facility. After she had healed up, she would be
placed into the general population when everyone knew what had happened.
Her records would show a failed escape attempt and her sentence would be
adjusted accordingly. A punishment for being young and pretty. When the
warden used me, she loved using her extra large dildo in my ass and
whipping my ass with a weighted crop. I would cry and scream much like the
other girls. However, she didn't abuse as much as the others, probably
because her quarters wouldn't get cleaned the next day. Maybe because since
she had me before, I didn't excite her as much. A few months later, I was
resigned to the warden's office as a secretary. My duties during the day
were much like any other secretary anywhere else in the world. After office
hours I spent the night in the guards' quarters. I was not assigned a room
of any type but that didn't matter as I spent the night in the bed of what
ever guard who's fancy I took. These were some of the most comfortable
nights I had spent in a very long time. There was not much more than oral
sex. After cleaning up in the morning I would go back to the office for
another full day of work.
There was a large farm house just outside the fence. In fact the
back wall was against the fence itself. A couple of time I wondered why it
was there, but I didn't give it much thought. I found out for myself after
working in the office for a couple months. The warden called me into her
office and had me kneel before her.
"Girl, you have done good work here and I sorry I have to
lose you. But you now have a new assignment. I know you
somewhat different than the other girls, but it will
matter little there. You are being assigned to the farm-
house. Yes, I know you have wondered about it and now you
will know. The reason it wasn't torn down was that it is
a money making enterprise for the farm. It is a whorehouse.
Any pretty slut who has been here for awhile and is properly
broken in is assigned there for the rest of her term. If
it isn't long enough or she is a real money maker her term
is extended by escape attempts. I predict that your term
there will be very long indeed. GUARD! Take this slut whore
away."
With that I was taken to the farmhouse and turned over to the madam. This
lady was a older lady who was at least 60 pounds overweight. I was given a
very quick tour of the place and told the rules. And the rules were very
simple.
1. Turn all money over the madam. Including tips.
2. No escape attempts permitted.
3. Not allowed outside without an escort.
4. Responsible for other duties
5. Keep clean at all times.
6. Obey
The penalties were severe. Whipping with a rubber whip were the norm.
Didn't want damaged merchandise.

I was assigned a small room on the third floor. It was just big
enough to hold a small metal frame bed and a narrow dresser. The dresser
held a tin wash bowl and a pitcher. My work day was 24 hours a day and the
work week was seven days a week. When we were not working customers or
other duties we could sleep. If we didn't perform up to snuff the madam
would encourage us with her rubber whip. Once was definitely enough. The
clients were all men, usually lower class working men. The fees were paid
to the madam usually, but we weren't paid at all. Most of the services
performed were suck and fuck. But the was a lot of S&M, there was a large
room available on the first floor for those into it. It was fully equipped
with whips, crops, chains, etc. Any girl who went into that room was given
time off to recover. Next door was a room for those into watersports. It
contained a bathtub, a tiled floor with a drain and a toilet mounted on a
low wooden platform. Girls used here were not given time off, but were
expected to clean up fully before working the next client.
Once a week we were examined by a doctor from the work farm, as well
as daily inspections by the madam. One night I had just finished servicing
a client. He was a 250 pound truck driver who hadn't wash for a week and
liked using the Hershey bar highway. As I walked down the stairway toward
the lounge, where we waited for clients, I saw the madam talking to a very
well dressed foreigner. The swarthy look and the London cut clothing gave
him away. He was wearing a very well mad tailor made suite and a lot (for a
man) of gold jewelry. He took me to my room and used me anally and orally
and then had me dress in my uniform. Upon standing up, he handcuffed me
behind my back and led me down the stairs and out the door. But not before
draping an overcoat over my shoulders. Outside was an unmarked police car
into which I was place, in the back seat. The ride was to an expensive
hotel where I was removed from the car and taken to a suite of rooms. I
was stripped and allowed to wash up. After that I was handcuffed in the bed
and the man climbed into the bed.
The next morning, I again cleaned up and then dressed into the
clothing the man a supplied. They were very chic, well made and fit very
well. After I dressed, the man had me rise my skirt and drop my panties. He
then installed a chastity belt on me which he lock securely. Before we left
the room he restrained my wrists behind me with a pair of handcuffs. In the
lobby, we were met by a plain clothes police office and led to another
unmarked police car. Placing me in the back, the officer got in after me
while the man got in the front. And off we went. During the drive the
officer fondled my breasts and then he pulled my head into his crotch where
his cock was exposed and waiting. As we drove onto the airport, he exploded
into my mouth. I had just finished cleaning him up when we rolled to a stop
at the international terminal. Both police officers shook hands with the
man, the one in back patted my head and they drove off.
Inside the terminal, he led me toward the gate area. At security, he
showed an ID of some sort and we went through although my handcuffs set off
the alarms. At the counter of a well known foreign airline, he handed a
ticket folder to the agent, who handed him two boarding passes. When the
agent gave the preboarding announcement we got on the aircraft. It was a
wide-body aircraft so we had a row to ourselves. The window for me and an
aisle for him. Of course it was in coach. It was a long trip and I fell
asleep shortly after dinner. It was one of the better meals I had eaten in
a long time. I would have loved to see the movie. It was about this woman
playing a man playing a woman. But he would not allow me a set of
earphones. So I fell asleep. As the airplane started it's final descent
into our destination, I awoke. We sat in the aircraft until the other
passengers got out, then we followed. The customs and immigration agents
met us on the jetway. When the man showed a paper to them they stood aside
and let us pass as we walked down the stairs leading to the ramp. There a
long dark limo was waiting. The driver was holding the door open. He was
tall, over 6 feet, and dressed in a black uniform. I was placed in back and
the door was closed. The driver got in and off we drove. The man didn't get
in. What was going on?
More than a hour later I found out as we drove through the gate. It
was Mistress Ivana's slave farm. I was home, or as much of home as I now
had. The limo glided to a stop at the front door of the house. There I was
met by Mistress Susan, who led me into the house and into an office, her
office. There I found out why I was back.

"Slut, I have been following your adventures since you left
here. And had decided you were now ready to return. To tell
the truth, I very much enjoyed your use and service. Since
you left the last time, I have become Mistress Ivana'a heir
apparent with an office and a staff of my own. You were
purchased by me to become a member of my staff. I now own
you fully and completely. Of course you will serve my fully,
as always. Your duties will vary, but they will be interesting."

With that my life changed to what it is now. I am Mistress Susan personal
slut. I serve and service only her. After she and Mistress Ivana make love
I clean her out with my tongue. There are many personal duties for me to
perform. She sometimes loans me to friends and clients, but mostly I am
used only by her. During the day, I work at the school. I assist the
instructors by being a monitor, or a model or as a demonstration piece.
When there are clients to show around, Mistress Susan has me guide them.
They get a thrill out being guided by a former student who can give them an
excellent insight on what is going on with the students. The majority of my
work is as a secretary/receptionist for Mistress Susan. I spent my day
chained to my desk and not figuratively. When I am needed elsewhere or my
duties there are done, I am unchained and sent to other duties. I am kept
very busy, but that is how it should be. It also helps to keep me from
remembering how I was and how I got this way. I don't miss it, any of it. I
love myself as I am and I love my new life. I love Mistress Susan. I have
been begging Her to allow me to have a new operation to have a fully
functional pussy. She still refuses me. She said I am not a full female and
never will be. Maybe someday.

After all of those incarcerations this girl most be in her 50s.

this redefines the expression, "A wall of text!"