About slave Allison. Part 5.
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Judy thoughtfully and slowly paced around the cell. I could see that she was bursting to tell me something that I did not want to hear. She took her clutch bag from under her left arm, came and stood in front of me and opened it. Her gloved hand reached inside, she withdrew a set of keys and dangled them in front of my face - they were mine! In the gloom I could see a smile spread across her face. “You left these in the taxi, the other night, just after the drugs I put in your last drink took effect. It was a pity not to use them and I, well, sort of helped myself to the odd things knocking around the house here and there. Well I knew that you weren’t going to need them any more and it would have been such a waste” She reached into her bag once again, pulled out a wad of ?50 notes and teasingly brushed them across my face. “There is an antiques dealer that I am very friendly with and he was very accommodating, took the lot, even the rubbish and gave me four grand. Of course I kept all your documents and paperwork and your dresses and gowns go very well in my wardrobe. I sent a letter of resignation to your boss, so I don’t suppose that they’ll come looking for you and, oh! I have a buyer for your car. So I went on a little spending spree at Pierre Cardin and along with a few other items I bought this delightful pink outfit. Don’t you like it? I saw a lovely gown in there too, a full length sheath dress in silver sequins and beads, it’ s an absolute snip at ?15,000, it just took my breath away. I want it and I shall, of course expect you to sign the house over to me. As you know I have an expensive taste in clothes and Sandra allows me these perks to keep me happy. She knows that I am good at my job, otherwise I shall have a quiet word with the women who would welcome you into their play room”.
In the context of what had happened to me in the last couple of days I was almost barely surprised at this turn of events. During our “dressing up” nights I had talked about my life and circumstances and Judy knew that I had no family to speak of or that I did not enjoy my job. “Well slut. What do you say to that” she smiled in triumph. I did not reply at first but Judy was in no mood to wait and stamped one of her long stiletto heels into my right foot. “OK,” I screamed, “ I’ll sign anything!”
Judy was in total control and she was relishing every minute of it. She pressed against me once more and gently grasped and squeezed my penis. I felt her hot breath and the sensuous aroma of her perfume and she knew I would not be able to resist and we kissed long and passionately once more. Again she took me to the point of ecstasy and then stepped away. I slumped in my chains, she knew I was utterly beaten and wallowed in her victory.
“I’ll have the solicitor draw up the papers for the transfer of the house”, she said, “in fact I may as well have everything transferred whilst I’m at it” She reached into her clutch bag once more, withdrew a lipstick and powder compact and proceeded to “repair” her make-up. “My God”, she said “the light in here is bad, how is a girl supposed to do her face?” She paused from speaking as she applied her lipstick and then turned towards me “Well my little slut, or should I say 3109? I will not see you again. Sandra will organize the paper work. A woman’s work is never done” she sighed” and I have lots more shops to hit and new slaves to net for her.” With that she turned on her heels to leave, but I could see that the power that she had over me was just too delightful to resist. She paused a second, turned back again and slowly walked back to me, her heels sensuously clicking on the concrete floor. I lost count of the number of times that we kissed and I was taken to the edge of ecstasy as she teased and tormented me. Eventually she took the time to glance at her gold watch. I immediately recognized it, it was my ex-wife’s and was one of the few momentos that I had had of our marriage! “Oh do you like my new watch?” she enquired mockingly, “Anyway I see that it really is time for me to go now. I would have loved to have had you to myself in the play room for an hour or so, but it was not to be. May I say what a pleasure it has been, and will be, spending your money and I hope that you hate every excruciating moment of your new humiliating and painful career as a slut and a slave” She walked to the door, turned back, pouted her lips and studiously blew me a kiss. “Good bye Darling!” she whispered, walked out of the cell and slammed the door shut. I heard the key in the lock and listened to the sound of her clicking heels diminish as she walked back along the corridor.
Suddenly it was totally silent again and I was back in my painful solitude. Only now was it impinging on my brain that my life was now totally transformed and I was not going back! Cross dressing was now not just a pleasant interlude in my life, it was central to my existence and every hour of every day would be spent as a woman! Judy had mentally and physically drained me and I again slumped in my chains and fell asleep.
I must have been in a very deep sleep when I was rudely awoken by a hard slap across my face “Wakey wakey dreamboat” whispered one of the women, “time to get up”. I was then subjected to a routine with which I became very familiar. I was barely awake as I felt them removing my limbs from the shackles and fitting them into my slave chains. The slave collar was unpadlocked from the wall and I was instructed to get down on all fours. I knew what was coming and counted out the twenty lashes of the whip they joyously administered as my wake up call. A lead chain was again attached to my penis and scrotum and I was led through the passageways to another room. “Right slut, this is where you carry out your daily ablutions!” My slave collar was then attached to the wall by a long chain and padlock and the women removed my set of slave chains. I was ordered to strip and wash in the plunge bath that was in the corner of the room. Removing my boots at last was like heaven and although the water was tepid it eased all my aching limbs and the sores from the whiplashes. A bar of soap was thrown in to me and I carefully removed my wig before thoroughly washing myself. I had been enjoying the experience for a few minutes when I was given a razor and shaving soap and ordered to shave myself from top to bottom. They allowed me some ten minutes when I was ordered to climb out and towel down. I was thoroughly inspected for any remaining dirt or hairs before they unlocked the chain to my slave collar from the wall and led me into an adjoining room.
by Allison
