pretty sub tgirl Victoria is made ready for market 5

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria is made ready for market continued 5

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller.

I lay awake, curled in a foetal position. Just another pretty little tgirl slut, counting and listing by shape not size the cocks she had sucked, like she always did so that she could get off to a good nights sleep when she was forced to be without her usual sexual exercise. I fell asleep as the moon rose high above the trees.It was sometime later on my fifth dream, or sixth that I awake with a start. A vans lights had appeared at the far end of the track. The sound of an engine changimg gear and suddenly the tree tops were illuminated all round me. The engine stopped. I heard voices two men and a woman. After a period of activity what I did not know. The van came forward into the car park. The lights exploded brighter as searchlights were switched on and after a couple of passes they pointed towards me. I sat still circled in the harsh light my mascara run, dried cum from the mornings blow jobs still peeling on my face. My hair a mess stockings and blouse ripped and torn. Lipstick smudged. I was still lucky though, I reflected a day without food must have helped me drop a couple of pounds. Was the experience worth it. Would it make me a better looking woman I mused as I curled into a different shape as the handcuffs bit into my nylon clad ankles.

The noise stopped and in the headlights a couple appeared. Walking towards me, he tall and she a full shape. Her booted heels clinked on the rough stone and with every step I heard the unmistakable slap of a whip against leather. The figures walked straight to me and bathed in the powerful full beam light of the large van I cowered, trying desperately to pull down by skirt. "The sluts here", she said. I felt the rough leather of the whips crop under my chin and my jaw was jerked up. "Slut", she said. The crop lowered and came to rest at the hem of my skirt. It pushed my skirt up till my cocklet was exposed small and milky white alongside my thighs framed by my torn and muddy stockings, my ripped min skirt and my suspenders. "Mmmmmmmmm" ,she said, "little sissy slut" , hissing every sss like a snake.

"Don" she said, "take her to the van, get the hot water, wash her down, make sure shes cleaned fully and when you've done that give her the make up bag, brush and mirror and the red suitcase, give her twenty minutes" . "If she can make herself pretty for you and dress accordingly then check her suction and explore her insides for me. He wants her to look the part for the market. But as you know Don a woman may look good but if she cannot perform good sex she is next to usless and will have to be given kitchen or cleaning duties."

He hoisted me up, saying not a word to me this cock slut bitch. He threw me over his lovely male shoulder and carried me towards the large white van with police markings on the sides. I watched his muscled ass move with much interest. Opening the side door he threw me inside. Closing the door he switched on the lights and with a Stanley knife cut away my clothes my bra and then my panties. Putting on some surgical gloves he roughly searched my mouth, my ears and nose, before inserting three fingers into my pinkness. The gloved hands then explored my waist, hips and then breasts. Standing there my hands handcuffed I felt so humiliated. Moving me like an animal onto the wet area of the vans interior. He looked, then passed me the veet, some shampoo and conditioner and a bar of camay that had been shaped roughly like a cock. Wash yourself slut taking the hose pipe for the rose had been removed, he began to squirt hot water over me. I washed my body and hair best I could. He turned me around and bent me over I felt the pipe being forced into my pinkness and then into my mouth as I spluttered and nearly drowned. He switched off the water I patted myself dry and then I applied the 3 minute veet to my legs and underarms paying special attention to my pinkness and to getting the strip above my cocklet in a nice heart shape. The veet stung in my sores and scratches. Under his expressionless gaze I washed the veet off, rubbed the lavender oil onto my body and powered myself. "Hair" he said, pushing me down in a chair and passing the dryer and brush I began to love this. My body smoothed again, oiled and talced, my long hair lovely and soft , I spent a short time mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow powder, lucky for me I thought loving this pampering all injustice forgiven and forgotten how lucky am I that my mistress had had my eyelashes dyed and lengthened and my lip liner tattooed.

In no time I sat there glowingly femme femme and femme again. Don grunted, took his cock out it was limp and I sucked obligingly for only two seconds before it grew to a nice sweet size he withdrew to my gasp of disappointment , examining his erection and testing it for hardness and lengh he wrote down a note. He took hold of my hair and pulled me up and drew me towards the camper table. Bending me over it I felt hard hands paste lube on my pinkness. Continuing to paste me with lube he grunted and passed me a condom which I unrolled over his enlarged glistening glands and then with my lips pushed it along his cock.Without a fanfare of any kind he entered me streching me fully. I loved every stroke. But in just a few seconds he withdrew. He motioned me to take of his condom and lick him clean which I off course did with relish. He wrote some more notes. He than fetched a small red suitcase and said "dress yourself."

I opened the case to find a shiny satin sari, a silk underskirt, a bra with tassles and matching thongs, and a pair of lovely jewelled 4" sandels. The case held 40 shining bracelets for my arms, 20 shining bracelets for my ankles, and ten rings for fingers and four for my toe rings. Hooped earings and a short ring for my nose as well as a beautiful shining headpiece A shining leather and silver slave collar. A bright red lipstick and a kohl stick and extra lash black mascara. I dressed loving the feel of the satin the bangles shining in the light and the feeling of being a slave or a wife again.