Jewel Ascending

Brandi strut her stuff up and down the street corner she had been assigned to patrol for her final exam. The successful conclusion of her practical exercise was all that she needed to graduate from the Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department’s Prostitution Indoctrination and Training Course.

Brandi did her best to ignore the cold and chill of the evening as she walked short laps back and forth from the corner, to the half way point of the block near the alley entrance, and back again. She hoped she would be able to capture the eye of five customers she needed to serve tonight in order to graduate.

Brandi knew that it would take awhile. When her female classmates at ‘Hooker U’ as they jokingly called it, had drawn their assignments they had all received more desirable locations such as popular night clubs or high end bars where their clientele would be more upscale and sophisticated. Britney had too many demerits and had been sent to disciplinary ward for corrective training.

Meanwhile, it seemed that Brandi had drawn the short straw as she was assigned a street corner in an economically disadvantaged area of the city.

Let’s not sugarcoat it; she thought…she was streetwalking in the slums.

Her chill was exacerbated by her clothing, or rather, her lack of clothing. Not that she had a say in the matter. She was wearing the apparel that was assigned to her. Brandi remembered what she looked like when she saw herself in the mirror before being driven and dropped off at her street corner. Her assigned training mistress really appreciated color coordination and it showed in the final presentation.

Her black high gloss PVC micro mini skirt was waist high, but her neon pink panties were just ever so slightly visible from the bottom hem of the skirt, particularly with the wholly unnecessary kick pleat that split the back side of the skirt. The curve of her exposed ass was clearly visible below the panty line. Her pale pink fishnet thigh high stay up stockings further accentuated the lovely curves of her long toned legs and drew attention to her perfect thigh gap.

What’s more, the panties had an aggressive ruched back seam that split the cheeks of her bottom clearly defining each hemisphere, and helped to retain the anal dilator that was snugly embedded deep inside her ass. The medium sized butt plug helped accentuate the sway of her ass as she sauntered down the sidewalk.

Up top Brandi wore a panty color matching neon pink plunge bra that was clearly visible through the black mesh crop top. The mesh crop top left her taught smooth and firm tummy exposed from just above her belly button and the waist of her skirt to the under-bust of her bra. Pinned to her mesh crop top was a small neon pink heart shaped button. The button looked like a pair of red lips that encircled black lettering that proclaimed “I Swallow” to all who came close enough to read it.

Brandi stood easily atop her 5 inch fuck me heels with 1 inch platform peep toe pumps. They were knock-off Louboutin’s with neon pink soles instead of the proper red color. Uncountable hours of practice had given Brandi the skills necessary to walk with practiced ease in even the highest of heels. She could even be led dancing while wearing them…if that was what the customer wanted.

Her large DD cup bosom was just barely contained within the bra cups and the deep V plunge allowed ample view of her cleavage; expansive realistic silicon and saline implants courtesy of the NSSA&M.

Her long shoulder length blond hair was tied up into loose pigtails on either side of her head with large neon pink bows.

Brandi’s makeup left no doubt as to her intentions either. Her neon pink lipstick accentuated her full pouting lips. Her heavy blue eye-shadow and black winged eye-liner practically screamed “SLUT”. The heavy use of blush on her cheeks at least would conceal the chilblains she was likely to suffer if she stayed out in the cold too long.

The final indignity to Brandi’s mind was the neon pink “PUBLIC CROSSDRESSER PERMIT” collar affixed around her throat like a choker necklace. The bold black lettering encircling the collar let any potential customers know that she was a girl with something extra in her panties.

Not that a casual viewer could tell. Tucked and gaffed, Brandi’s penis and testicles had been securely hidden between her legs so as not to compromise the allure her feminine image presented. Blessed or perhaps cursed with long toned legs and full bottom Brandi could boast a pronounced thigh gap. A gap that once viewed would naturally draw the viewer’s attention up to the lower front edge of her panties and mini skirt. Her neon pink panties that would peek into view and could be glimpsed each and every time she took a short step forward.

Brandi sucked slowly on her bubble gum flavored lollipop as she waited for someone to approach her and solicit her services. She was annoyed and displeased to see that her neon pink lipstick was spreading onto the lollipop’s stick as she sucked down the sugar she needed for energy. That her lipstick was not smudge resistant meant that she would likely have to refresh her lipstick after each and every client she served.

Brandi glanced up at the façade of a depressingly run down hotel that was within her assigned area. The vacancy sign fluctuated and buzzed sickly, proclaiming the availability of rooms as she slowly walked past. Thankfully the NSSA&M department had reserved a room for her at the hotel. She made sure that the room heat was on when she checked in earlier. Serving any clients she found someplace warmer than the street or alley would be wonderful.

As she turned around at the end of her assigned territory she was surprised and dismayed to see a uniformed police officer approach her.

Brandi immediately struck a provocative pose.

“Good evening officer, how may I serve you today?

“Identification.” The officer demanded brusquely.

Brandi held out her thumb to the identification scanner the officer held in his hand and waited for it to call up her identification and public record. It was either that or let him scan either the QR code or the bar code printed on the back of her Public Crossdressing Permit collar. Brandi preferred thumbprint identification as having her collar scanned felt more dehumanizing.

Prostitution was actually illegal in Allegoria and an unlicensed, unregistered, and untrained prostitute could face stiff penalties including fines or even prison time.

Allegoria had solved the problem of prostitution by making prostitutes government employees known as service providers. They were trained, licensed and protected by the state, and in most instances the state scheduled their “appointments”.

“Brandi Jane Swallows?” The officer asked.

The street was fairly busy and their interaction was attracting attention from passers-by. One nearby pedestrian as he was walking past them gasped in surprise upon hearing her name.

“Yes, that’s me.” Brandi smiled coquettishly at the officer.

The officer seemed to take notice of the button on her mesh crop top.

Geez, B.J. Swallows…the Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department naming division was really playing to their strengths.

The officer expeditiously scrolled through her public record and her employment status.

“State your business.” He demanded.

“National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department Community Outreach” Brandi answered with a proud smile; just as her conditioning and training expected.

She maintained a friendly innocent smile despite feeling the small knot of shame that welled up inside the pit of her stomach. Shame that not even the hypnosis sessions from the nice therapist the department provided to treat her and help her adapt and accept her sentence had been fully able to eliminate.

Her bubbly outward persona was polar opposite from her melancholy inner voice…her internal monologue that helped keep her sane.

The officer seemed to be reading from his tablet as she answered. After only a few moments he seemed satisfied and slipped the micro-tablet back into a service pouch.

“I’m the officer on duty for this section. You are not fully licensed and are on a remit from the state. Stay within your lane and we won’t have any trouble. Understand?”

“Yes Officer.” Brandi nodded coyly.

“Good. Carry on now.”

“Thank you officer” Brandi resumed her walk back from the alley entrance to the street corner. She knew his warning was meant to remind her that she was only allowed to provide oral services at “discreet locations” within her assigned area.

She also knew that her walking the street was unusual for a final practical exam. Most of the feminized male service providers were not allowed outside and only provided services to customers from one of the many department owned service locations… brothels.

Brandi wasn’t told why her final was different. She wondered if she would ever know the reason.

As she reached the street corner at the end of her assigned area she was startled by a flash of light behind her. Brandi turned to see what was happening. She was surprised to see a man now standing directly in front of her looking at his phone.

He was holding his phone and reading the screen. Brandi concluded that he must have flashed the QR code on the back of her collar.

“Hi.” He finally said.

“Umm…Hi…I’m Brandi…” Brandi added a coquettish giggle to cover up her surprise at being startled.

“Hi Brandi, I overheard what you said to the cop. Are you, uh, available now?”

“Of course,” Brandi smiled, her plump neon pink lips parted showing off her clean white even teeth, even as the butterflies in her stomach seemed to be riding roller coaster.

“The National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department has assigned me to perform community outreach tonight to reach out to the people and remind them of the services that we have to offer to help satisfy and reduce elevated passions…”

“I can see that already.” the man interrupted as he waved his phone screen at her. The QR code had taken him directly to the NSSA&M web page which had opened and her picture was on his screen.

“My passions are elevated,” The man said as he curtailed her rehearsed speech and gestured lewdly to his crotch. “I’d like to get service right now, if I could.”

Brandi smoothly segued from her prepared spiel easily just as her training allowed. She looked down to his crotch, noticing his bulge. She slowly licked her lips, wetting her neon pink lipstick and smiled, just as her training expected…after all, you never knew if a supervisor might be watching. One probably was given the unusual nature of her final.

“Of course sir, but I am only allowed to provide limited service tonight, at discreet locations. I hope that is acceptable sir.”

“I don’t have a lot of time anyway.” The man grumbled but accepted her explanation.

“This way sir” Brandi said respectfully. She tried to take her client by the hand and lead the way to the hotel, the man removed his hand from hers choosing instead to fall in step behind her.

Since he was walking behind her Brandi made sure to emphasize the sway of her hips as she walked. The fullness of her butt plug helped to emphasize her sway. It also served as an alert to her field manager if it were to be removed. She wasn’t authorized to let anyone sodomize her during this outing.

Brandi was pleased to enter the hotel lobby and feel the warmth of the room on her cool skin. She shivered slightly and ignored the lustful stares of some strangers and looks of disapproval from others as she strutted to the front desk to retrieve her room key. The clerk saw her coming and had it ready. Brandi took the key and ignored the woman’s look of mild disgust and made her way to the elevator with her client right behind her.

They arrived quickly at her room, 269, and Brandi again noticed the dull furnishings. At least the room was clean and neat, if a bit lifeless. She dropped her purse onto the coffee table and turned to her client.

“What’s your name sir?” She asked respectfully and politely.

“Does it matter?” The man leered at her as he loosened his belt.

“I’m sorry sir; I must log all my clients for the NSSA&M to receive credit for this assignment and this outreach program.” Brandi held up a small handheld device for the client. “The NSSA&M does guarantee anonymity for all services sir. This is just for administrative purposes only.”

The man seemed irritated but placed his thumb on the scanner. Once the device beeped he withdrew his hand and continued to unbuckle and remove his pants.

“Thank you sir for participating in this program,” Brandi continued as trained. She dropped the device back into her purse and struck a provocative pose, with one foot forward, one hand on her hip and the other down by her upper thigh.

“Would you like to shower first? As a reminder, ‘limited services’ means that I am only authorized tonight to provide oral relief.”

“And by that you mean what, exactly?” the man asked.

“Fellatio, sir.”

“Why is that anyway?” The man said as he finally removed his trousers and stood before her. His boxer shorts were rather worn and raggedy although his average sized erection was prominently displayed as it protruded from the fly.

“Community Outreach means that I must try to reach as many people in need as I can in the allotted time. If you would like to schedule a longer session the NSSA&M’s website will help you find and schedule a service provider near you.”

“Nah, that’s ok…maybe later. I just want to get my dick sucked by a tranny.” The man gestured with one hand toward her public cross dressing permit collar “I’ve heard that you trannies are really good and some say even better than a real girl at giving a real man a blow job.”

Brandi’s training allowed her to not show any offense at receiving the insult. She didn’t like being called a tranny. Heck, she didn’t even want to be here, dressed as a slut and about to suck a strange man’s cock. A man she just picked up off the street no less. Her whole carefully constructed, conditioned, and trained persona quavered at the thought.

The man seemed to sense her momentary hesitation.

“Hey…you gonna suck this dick or what?”

Brandi snapped back to reality as her conditioning and training took over.

“Of course sir, I was just admiring your cock. It’s certainly a big one.” She lied.

It was definitely average size; maybe 6 or so inches long at best and not much girth either. Certainly smaller than the dildos or the cocks of the male stud service providers she had been forced to train on.

“Hell yeah it is.” The man agreed proudly.

“Would you like to shower first sir?”

“Nah I’m good.” He waggled his dick before her.

“Would you like to sit on the end of the bed sir or on the couch?” Brandi asked.

“Nah, standing is fine.”

“As you wish sir” Brandi acquiesced as she lowered herself to her knees in front of the stranger. She took the man’s cock in one hand and gently stroked it once, feeling how hard he was and weighing the thickness. She was momentarily put off by the unpleasant aroma from his genitals and dirty boxer shorts.

Suppressing her feelings of nausea she composed herself and took his cock into her mouth. The taste was just as unpleasant as the aroma.

“Oh Yeah baby!” The man moaned in pleasure.

Brandi easily swallowed his head and shaft down to his balls. She washed it clean with her saliva and then let his cock slip from her mouth. She spit out as much of the offending flavor as she could. Next she tongued her way down the shaft of the man’s cock. When she reached the base of his cock she paused momentarily to push her tongue forward and extended her tongue down over his perineum, the ‘taint’, forming the base of his penis. She licked and tongued her way back up the opposite side of his cock back to the crown and head. She once again spat out the offending taste before resuming her oral attention on his now licked clean cock.

Brandi bobbed up and down his shaft and easily ignored her gag reflex. Whenever she bobbed down on his cock head and it reached the back of her mouth near her throat she swallowed hard to overcome her urge to gag or vomit. She was actually grateful for being taught this technique as otherwise her ability to deep throat would be non-existent.

Brandi also used one hand to delicately play with his balls and his ball sack as she held on to his ass with her other hand. She teased his sensitive testicles and scrotum with the ends of her long neon pink fingernails, tickling them.

As she worked her oral magic on her client to encourage him to cum the stranger placed both his hands on her head, grabbed her by her loose pigtails, and took away her control.

With animalistic grunts the man pulled at her hair and forced her to go down on his shaft faster and faster. Within mere moments and a few forced strokes he was face fucking Brandi!

Brandi opened her mouth wide to accept his invasion of her mouth. She remembered her training as she maintained tongue pressure on his shaft and steeled herself to ride out his cocks’ assault on her mouth and face.

It was over almost as quickly as it had begun.

With one final hard thrust forward, as his lap slapped into Brandi’s face and her nose burrowed into his pubic hair, Brandi could feel his cock meat tremble and spasm and expand as he blew his load of cum into her mouth.

She tried to swallow it all but inevitably some of his cum managed to leak out past her lips and dribble down her chin. Her trainer would have been disappointed in her if she had been there to see it.

With two more last effort thrusts and face slaps to drain the last of his balls the man finally let go of Brandi’s pigtails. Brandi pushed back slightly and let the cum covered cock slip from her mouth. A small final emission shot out from the cock head as pressure from the tight “O” of her lips squeezed around the head of his cock and forced his issue to spurt onto her upper lip below her nose. The glob of watery cum quickly ran down in a rivulet over her lips and down her chin to her jaw line.

She looked up to the man, with moist eyes from her face fucking, cum splattered lips and cum dribbling down her chin, and as per her conditioning and training, smiled at her client.

Her smile showed the man his cum still in her mouth, coating her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed his cum. She maintained eye contact as she took his cock in her mouth to suck off the residue of cum from his shaft. She licked up and then down his shaft to savor and clean off as much cum as she could find.

Once his cock was clean (except for the pink ring of lipstick residue left at the base of his cock) she swept his cum on her chin and face into her mouth with her finger, licking her finger clean each time.

“Wow…” The stranger pulled up his pants, sighed, and smiled. “You trannies really are the best cock suckers.”

“Thank you sir, your compliment really means a lot” Brandi lied convincingly, “please be sure to go to the website and review our service. If you do you may qualify to receive a 10% discount on your next scheduled appointment.”

The stranger laughed as he turned to leave.

“I just might do that…Brandi.” He winked at her as he left, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

Brandi waited until the man had left and the door closed before she stood up from her kneeling position and walked over to the small en-suite of the hotel room.

She looked at the ruin of her makeup and the trail of seminal fluid that remained on her face despite her earlier attempt to wipe it off with her finger. She could clearly see the trail that the cum streak had left across her face and her overall freshly face-fucked appearance.

With practiced hands she washed her face of cum residue, cleaned off her ruined makeup, restored her makeup appearance and brushed out her pigtails to restore their volume from her clients manhandling. Once she had restored her presentation so that it was just as flawless as it had been before; she picked up her purse and went back out onto the street.

She still had 4 more clients to serve.

**

Brandi’s second client was just as quick a shooter as the first. But he was fidgety and not willing to let her take him to her hotel room…

“Oh no you don’t. Been there, done that, not gonna get mugged again toots; lost my wallet last time. Not gonna lose it again…or a kidney or something.”

…instead he insisted on receiving his oral services in the alley at the end of her assigned service area. So Brandi had provided relief to a dirty, smelly, unwashed man behind a dumpster (because minimum privacy guidelines to shield ‘innocent bystanders’ were required) in the process soiling and fraying her pink fishnet stockings at the knees.

At least that time she was able to keep all his cum in her mouth and swallow his load. There was no need to do anything other than refresh her lipstick to restore her appearance afterwards.

As she left the alleyway after the man had departed Brandi retrieved from her small purse another of her NSSA&M provided lollipops. Part mouthwash, part candy, as Brandi sucked on the bubblegum flavored lollipop she was grateful. The NSSA&M provided them to help service providers wash away the taste of cum from their mouths and to restore a fresh and clean scent to their breath.

No sooner than she had exited the alley to resume her outreach assignment than she was approached by an older woman.

“I saw what ya did there. Bimbo Lottery whorin’ for the state are ya?” The old woman asked. Her voice was harsh and raspy.

“Yes ma’am” Brandi answered professionally. The woman probably smoked too much.

The woman continued to look at her and after an awkward pause Brandi remembered to recite her community outreach spiel.

“The National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department has assigned me to perform community outreach tonight to reach out to the people and remind them of the services that we have to offer to help satisfy and reduce elevated passions within the community.”

“That so?” the woman smiled.

Brandi noticed the woman was missing several teeth as well.

“Yes Ma’am. I am here to provide informational packets and brochures and service information to interested persons. That monarchy recognizes the needs and desires of the people and can…” Brandi’s rehearsed monologue was once again interrupted.

“Yep. Thought so. Used to do a bit of whorin’ meself back in the day.”

“Is that so?” Brandi couldn’t imagine the old whore with missing teeth, raspy voice and bad breath ever turning a trick.

“Yep. Was quite the looker back then, lots of regulars too…till the state took over. Made you all guv’mint employees no less ‘eh?”

“Yes ma’am.” Brandi was suddenly thankful for the health benefits her employer provided. She was horrified at the thought that somehow she could end up like the old whore before her….missing teeth…the dental plan that had crowned and sealed and polished her teeth suddenly seemed like less of a torture designed to condition her and enable her to smoothly perform oral services and more like a “real” benefit

“Well…yer pretty enough I guess. And since yer really a man I suppose it’ll be easier for you to give me service too, ‘eh?”

Brandi was momentarily taken aback…how did she know she was a man?

Oh…yeah…that damn PCP collar she was wearing.

“You would like…relief?” She asked, stunned.

“Yep. Wimmen need relief to, ya know.”

Brandi hesitated. Serving dirty raggedy old women was not what she had envisioned when she had been given her assignment.

“Well, c’mon. Let’s go. I ain’t got all night.”

Brandi’s training finally kicked back in.

“Or course ma’am. If you come with me I can provide services in the privacy and comfort of my hotel room.” And make sure the old woman gets a shower first.

“That’s the whorin’ spirit!” the old woman cackled.

As Brandi led the woman back towards her Hotel the old woman kept talking.

“So what if I can’t afford ya?”

“Tonight I am community outreach so my services are provided gratis…that means free.” Brandi responded.

“I know what gratis means gurl” the old woman emphasized ‘gurl’ instead of ‘girl’ “I just want to know what they’s payin’ whore’s nowadays…may want to get back inta it.”

Brandi was slightly repulsed by the thought of the old woman as a service provider and focused on answering her question.

“The service has a sliding scale tier structure to allow economically disadvantaged citizens and residents to receive necessary services to control elevated passions. Service providers receive 50% of all their proceeds upon completion of their contractual obligations. Room and board is provided until then.”

The old woman looked confused by her answer.

“Poor people get to pay less than rich people for the same service because it’s harder for them to afford.” She translated. “Providers get half the take.”

“Sounds like a good deal. My pimps always kept 90% of my take.” The old whore informed.

Brandi unlocked the door to her room and let the old woman enter first.

“Yous don’t mind if I take a hot shower first do ya?”

Relief filled Brandi’s mind.

“Not at all. Please do…take your time and enjoy…I’ll wait out here.”

**

Brandi was pleased with her evening so far. Not with actually giving out her services and providing ‘oral relief’, but that the evening and exercise was nearing an end. She had only one more client to serve as part of her outreach assignment for the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department and she could quit for the night.

As she walked her assigned area of her street she was lulled into a feeling of satisfaction and calm as she surveyed the street and contemplated who she should approach next.

After her initial blow job of the evening things had got into a rhythm. Brandi had managed to serve two men and one woman in just under two hours and had publicized and promoted the availability of the NSSA&M’s services to nearly two dozen other subjects of the crown.

After the old whore was sated she quickly found one more man to relieve. She had taken him to her room; he listened politely to her prepared spiel and had been clean and smelled nice. Now she had just one more to go.

The tap on her shoulder was a surprise…how is it they keep sneaking up on me…and a welcome relief as she turned to see who her next client might be. It took a moment for Brandi to recover her smile as she was momentarily stunned by what…errr…who it was that approached her.

“Good Evening Father.” Brandi said respectfully.

The Priest was very tall and broad of shoulder. He towered over Brandi and she had to tilt her head way back to look up to him. Brandi wondered if he were of noble ancestry.

“Child, why are you out here this evening, in the cold and dark, dressed so immodestly?”

The man before her spoke solemnly and with a stern expression on his countenance. With his shock of wild silver grey hair it would be easy to imagine him as a fierce prophet straight out of the Old Testament. He was dressed in what may have been a cassock (?) and other dark priestly garments with a white collar at his throat.

Brandi simply swallowed, smiled, and prepared herself for public chastisement and began her rehearsed pitch as the man who was clearly a priest or reverend of some kind scrutinized her appearance.

“Father, the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department have assigned me to perform community outreach tonight to reach out to the people and remind them of the services that we have to offer to help satisfy and reduce elevated passions…”

The priest scowled and held up a hand directing Brandi to stop.

“You are committing sin child! You must be saved. You must be taught the error of your ways.” The priest spoke in a stentorian voice. His commanding presence was attracting attention. People were stopping to stare and watch.

“Yes Father, some of us have been asked to make sacrifices in order to serve the greater good.” Brandi answered with rehearsed precision.

The relationship between Allegoria’s Church and State was a unique one. While theoretically there was a legal separation between them, functionally The Crown was recognized as both the head of state and the head of the church. Any serious disputes between church and state would be settled at the highest human authority in the land.

This meant that there was wide latitude in the public sphere for open discussion and debate between the position of the church on morality and the position of the state concerning necessity. And some latitude was given for ‘action’ in public as well.

“It is not acceptable. You must repent. You must atone for your sin. Kneel before me child and atone for your sins.”

Brandi was shocked as the priest opened his robes. Completely naked underneath his robe/cassock/garment thing he was sporting a massive erection. Nestled among a nest of grey pubic hair hung a wrinkled grey scrotal sack holding two huge baseball sized testicles! His cock was easily nine or ten inches long, as long as the longest training dildo she had ever trained upon. And his girth was equally impressive. It had to be at least 4 or so inches all the way around.

Brandi gulped in surprise at how well hung the priest was. Clearly there seemed to be a correlation between his height, breadth, and endowment. Brandi noticed he had large hands and shoes as well. She immediately tried to close his robe for him and bring him to her room.

“Father, please, not here, Let me take you somewhere more…appropriate…for penance.”

“Child, you have sinned in public and so too must your penance be made.”

It was obvious that the priest would tolerate no dissent. He nodded his head slightly toward her and Brandi knew what she had to do next. Gently she lowered herself down to her knees before the priest.

Brandi knew from her training what she was expected to do if approached by a member of the clergy but had always been told that the odds of this happening were almost astronomical. Yet now it was happening to her literally on her first day on the job and at her final exam no less!

She reached for his cock with both her hands, placing the massive tool between her hands in a prayer shape grip and recited her lines exactly like her training mistress had coached her.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned…” She recited; as she licked her pink lipstick coated lips with her bubble gum pink tongue and prepared to take his massive tool orally.

“No…” The priest interrupted “Begin again.”

Brandi sighed…Oh, he’s one of those…She slowly recited her alternative lines.

“I’m Sorry Daddy, I’ve been bad…”

Brandi simpered as she looked up into the angry dark brown eyes and the thick and bushy furrowed eyebrows of her intercessor.

“Then accept your penance child.” The priest commanded as he grasped the back of her head. Brandi opened her mouth to accept the massive cock within her warm manual and oral embrace.

Brandi was initially worried that the priest would make her penance fully public, but as her prayer hands guided the cock head to her lips he closed the robe behind her cocooning her inside. Brandi sighed in relief as her remit from the state specified “discreet locations” only.

The priest was ‘cock-cooning’ her, she thought humorlessly. She could feel the fabric of the robe resting against the back of her head, brushing against her loose pigtails, covering her back, bottom and thighs. She could feel the bottom hem of the robe at the back of her knees.

This meant that any of the passers-by would see a priest standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a smaller person shaped bulge from the priest’s waist down to the ground, and Brandi’s pale pink fishnet thigh high stay up stockings from the knees all the way down to her knock off Louboutin 5 inch fuck me heels with 1 inch platform peep toe pump with bright neon pink soles sticking out from below the priestly robes.

They would see the rise and fall of his cassock as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.

With diligence and patience Brandi worked the massive cock into her mouth. The circumcised mushroom head barely fit past her teeth. She could feel the fabric of his robe slide across her pigtails behind her head as she bobbed slowly up and down and forced her jaw to relax enough to accommodate the intrusion. Performing three other blowjobs and licking one pussy previously that evening had not loosened her up enough for something of this size. Also, her tongue and jaw were rather tired and sore from her earlier efforts.

Brandi slurped a bit and let the cock head slip from her mouth. She gave the head a sensual kiss, and teased the urethral hole with the tip of her tongue before giving the cock a very long lick across the top side, swirling around his scrotum and testicles and then coating the underside of his cock with another long lick up from base to crown.

“Hail and Hallelujah” The priest cried out with a gasp as Brandi performed her penance.

Once again taking the priests saliva slickened cock in her prayer hands she began to bob more assertively. Brandi worked to relax her jaw open and force more and more of his massive meat down her mouth towards the back of her throat. Brandi slid her prayer hands further down, separating her hands, cupping one ball in each hand and fondling his heavy ball laden scrotum and gently massaging his testicles in order to add further stimulation. Her fingertips still met at the peak of her steeple grip and caressed the top base of his cock shaft while her thumb tips touched and massaged the underside nearest his dangling scrotum.

As the massive mushroom head neared the back of her mouth she inhaled sharply through her nose, pushed forward, and swallowed hard.

Just as trained, the enormous cock slipped past her gag reflex and entered her throat!

Brandi pushed forward until her face and nose were being tickled by the priests grey bushy pubic hair and her nose finally touched his belly.

“Lord have mercy!!!” The priest exclaimed.

She pushed back from his cock and withdrew, letting the cock slip out of her throat, dragging the mushroom head across the ridges on the roof of her mouth, until the cock head was again at the tip of her tongue.

Breathe…

Swirl the tongue on the crown and hole…

Bob down…apply tongue pressure…

Inhale sharply through her nose; swallow hard, push forward past the gag reflex, let the cock enter the throat…

Nose to belly…

Back away, drag cock head across ridges on roof of mouth…

Repeat…

Brandi found her rhythm and was slowly increasing the pace of her fellatio. As her speed increased she endeavored to bring the priest…her client…her intercessor to orgasm.

Brandi ignored the muffled voices around her who no doubt were voyeuristically fascinated by the scene presented before them. She stayed focused on the task at hand.

The priest placed his hand on the back of her head outside the cassock and started to gasp. He must be close! Brandi felt his already engorged and humongous rod pulse as she bobbed down and deep throated him. The priests cock throbbed as first one and then a second larger load of cum spewed down her throat.

“Hallelujah Lord Have Mercy!”

Though the enclosed fabric of his robe the priest pushed Brandi’s head back off his cock as a third load of cum splashed into and filled her mouth with his warm and potent seed.

He pushed her head back further off his cock as a fourth load of cum erupted and splattered itself onto her face across her mouth, cheeks, and chin.

A fifth, and fortunately; final load of cum also issued forth, gushing across her forehead, eyes and nose.

Brandi waited on her knees as the Priest reached in through a hidden pocket through his robe and took his cock in hand, as Brandi milked the last of his semen from his cock with her prayer grip. As the final dribbles of cum eked out the priest used his cock like a spatula to spread the semen around Brandi’s face.

Brandi was stunned for only a moment. There was now more cum on her face than from all of her other client’s that evening combined!

The priest seemed to suddenly be irritated as he smacked his cock against her cum coated lips and she heard him huff in exasperation.

Brandi quickly licked up and down his shaft to suck off his cum and clean the head and shaft of his cock from any residual cum.

Brandi blinked in surprise as the priest suddenly opened his robe to release her from its private and warm enclosure. The smell of his musk and his semen was suddenly more pronounced when compared to the fresh evening air to which she was now again exposed.

As Brandi’s eyes adjusted to the brightness of the streetlights that assailed her eyes the priest spoke one more time.

“Bless you child and may your sins be forgiven. Go forth and sin no more” As he turned and departed with a flourish.

Brandi saw the crowd that had formed around her. At the priests pronouncement there was an unexpected round of applause and comments.

“Look at all that cum on her face…she’s totally covered.”

And a few disapproving comments as well:

“Whore!”

“Slut!”

“For shame!”

“Now that’s a facial” Said another as he took a photo with his phone. Brandi noted that there were a few people watching and apparently recording the scene with their phones.

Brandi stood up and was about to follow the priest.

“Wait Father,” she called out “I need you to acknowledge receipt of service on the app.”

The priest looked over his shoulder at her with a cold uncaring expression.

“The church appreciates your donation.”

Brandi made to follow him when she was stopped. It was a cop who now stood in front of her, blocking her path; the same one she met at the beginning of the evening.

“Too bad that one doesn’t count.” He said.

“Wait…what…why?” Brandi sputtered. She could feel the priests warm cum on her face as it slowly cooled. Some cum strands were congealing while the thickest loads were starting to drip down from her face onto her mesh top and into the cleavage of her DD bosom.

“Separation of church and state” The cop answered simply “if he wanted to acknowledge your service, he would have.”

“But that was supposed to be my last one.” Brandi sputtered, as small droplets of priestly cum sprayed from her mouth. Her knees hurt from the concrete sidewalk and her fishnet stockings were dirty and now had holes torn at the knees. Her knees were also scraped red from the rough concrete of the sidewalk but at least they weren’t bleeding.

Brandi considered the police officers statement and then recalled from her classroom training that clergy didn’t have to acknowledge service if they didn’t want to.

How long did that service take anyway? Brandi had lost track of time.

“Yeah well, those are the breaks.” The cop answered unhelpfully.

Brandi sighed angrily. Now she needed to go to her hotel room, get cleaned up and still find one more client to serve.

“Community outreach sucks.” Brandi muttered under her breath. It was the strongest way she could declare her annoyance without the possibility of failing her final exam.

“Literally” The cop answered with amusement. He was looking directly at Brandi and seemed to be considering something.

“Ah…what the hell…look, in a few minutes I get to take my break; go get cleaned up and meet me at the diner across the street; you can provide service to me. If you duck under the table to serve me then that will give you the legally required minimum amount of privacy.”

“You’d do that for me?” Brandi asked in disbelief.

“Sure…why not.”

Feelings of gratitude welled inside Brandi’s bosom. She paused for only a moment before regaining her composure.

“Oh…Yes…of course…thank you…I’ll, just go get cleaned up and meet you there?” Brandi looked at the cop as if he was her savior.

“Fine then, I’ll see you shortly.”

Brandi ducked into the hotel and went to her hotel room. This night was nearly over!

**

Mindy Tartovski was a minor nobleman’s daughter. She received her position as an administrator due to sponsorship and her position in society rather than merit. Most supervisory administrators were former concubines or service providers who were promoted after their term of mandatory service with the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department was finished.

Draftees who felt that they couldn’t return to their previous lives after their years of service could be rewarded with an easy desk job overseeing, training, or scheduling the latest crop of draftees.

But thanks to nepotism, for Mindy, this job was just her first step in moving up the ranks to something better. After graduating from her all girls boarding school her father made sure she received a plum assignment as a supervisor where she was currently responsible for overseeing a stable of 20 concubines and services providers, but she was already planning for her next position as division head and then eventually ‘Head Mistress’ of all of the concubines in Allegoria; a position that granted its office holder power, prestige, and influence.

In the mean time she was busy reviewing the service portfolios of the concubines and Sexual Service Providers assigned to her. Annual performance appraisals were such a pain, but necessary to ensure that the public received the quality of services that they needed to keep elevated passions in check and provide a healthy outlet for those passions.

Finishing her annual appraisals she now turned to a new folder of her newest subordinate. Mindy opened the service portfolio of Brandi Jane Swallows, fresh from the training department and liked what she saw.

Brandi had not been drafted during the annual “Bimbo Lottery” into service; rather she was a transferee from the Allegorian Judicial System.

Brandi had been convicted of a minor crime that she then compounded with other minor and major crimes in flagrant disrespect of the courts and the law. Eventually she was remanded to the custody of the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department for the execution of her sentence.

Brandi, as it turned out, had been volunteered for a new training regimen and had become a model public service provider. She had been broken-in during her training ‘boot camp’ in near record time. Her testing scores were among the best, and she had just completed her final exam, passing her practical exam with flying colors.

Her training record showed that she had undergone an ‘accelerated conditioning regimen’ and that she had learned all the rules of service, all the self-affirmations, could recite the codes of conduct from memory, was always ready to suck cock, lick pussy, or offer any hole at any time. She knew how to dress perfectly and appropriately for the setting, made her appearance flawless with makeup, the list went on, and all within an unbelievably short time frame.

The Bimbo Lottery had really hit the jackpot with this one.

There was only one note that Brandi was under continuous surveillance and medical monitoring for her participation in the new behavioral therapy procedure within the Department.

Mindy paged her secretary and directed her to send Brandi into her office. When she was alerted of her arrival she still made Brandi wait in the reception area for nearly 10 minutes. Small ploys like that were important to remind her subordinates of their place.

Mindy looked up from her desk as Brandi entered. She had been summoned from her yoga class yet was wearing high heeled shoes, yoga shorts and a tight fitting sports bra to show off her assets.

Her black booty short yoga shorts fully displayed her full bottom and her DD bosom was nearly spilling out the top of her bra. Her firm and narrow waist complemented them easily. Mindy remembered from Brandi’s personnel file that Brandi had received silicon and saline butt, thigh and breast implants and not the newer, permanent and more expensive stem cell treatments that were slowly replacing silicon and saline as the primary means of beauty augmentation.

Although her hips and butt looked great, Brandi’s boobs had that barely perceptible fake quality to them.

“Brandi Jane Swallows, please have a seat.”

Mindy as Brandi took her seat on the low, unpadded stool opposite Mindy’s desk reserved for trainee service providers. She sat with her ankles crossed and perfect upright posture, hands folded delicately upon her lap…just as she had been trained.

“I am pleased to inform you that you have completed your training and may now begin your term of service.” Mindy began without preamble.

“You mean that the training doesn’t count towards time served?” Brandi softly interrupted.

“No, it doesn’t.” Mindy stated firmly, annoyed by the interruption. She frowned at Brandi and Brandi wisely decided to sit still and be quiet.

Six months of training was a long time but rules were rules. Despite the accelerated conditioning program in which she was participating, the bureaucracy insisted that if she didn’t need time for acceptance and cooperation conditioning then she could use the time for additional fetish skill set training.

Unknown to Brandi her progress was also being compared to inductees that were being trained and conditioned using traditional methods. She didn’t know she had exceed all performance expectations compared to her peers by a wide margin.

“However, as of today you are now certified for unrestricted handing.” Mindy opened a manila envelope and presented Brandi with a decorative certificate of completion, one that looked like a diploma or a college degree and could even be displayed hung from a wall if desired.

“You are the first recruit ever in the history of our program to fully complete all required and optional training during initial induction.”

“Thank you.” Brandi smiled shyly as she accepted the diploma from Mindy.

“So…as of today your app on your department issued phone will now have a serialized copy of your license through the state to render service as an employee of the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department.”

“Thank you.” Brandi replied perfunctorily.

“Now as to your sentence and term of service I must inform you that due to a shortage of male to female transgendered and cross dressed service providers that you are assigned a full term of 7 years of indentured servitude with the department starting today.”

Brandi barely stifled an audible gasp of shock but could not prevent her bosom from swelling slightly at her intake of breath.

“Yes, I am sure it is a shock” Mindy noticed anyway, “but ultimately it’s for the best. You now have guaranteed employment, health coverage, medical and dental and other benefits for the next seven years, and in this difficult economy, that’s saying something.”

“You really are one of the lucky ones.”

Brandi simply stared blankly at Mindy.

“You serve the people with the knowledge that your service to the state is important and appreciated; and please remember that your term of service may be reduced if your service is deemed to be exemplary.”

Mindy finished her spiel by rote by mentioning the “carrot” and not the “stick”. With the shortage of male to female trannies currently in service the likelihood of a commuted or shortened sentence was virtually nonexistent.

“Now go forth and do great things!” Mindy extolled.

Brandi knew that she was being dismissed and rose from her seat with a faux smile, shook Mindy’s hand politely and returned to her dormitory room; the reality of her situation weighing heavily upon her heart.

Mindy watched as Brandi left and smiled. All the male draftees who were forcibly feminized and made to serve the niche transgender and bi-curious market were known to be difficult and require consistent and vigilant guidance. But against all odds, Brandi’s experimental regimen may have done exactly what it advertised.

Mindy hadn’t really believed that the new mystery conditioning program would actually work that fast and had expected Brandi to be difficult to train, just like all the others, but the results spoke for themselves.

She smiled to herself. We are the lucky ones here.

**

Brandi breathed heavily from the pressure inside her. Her customer’s cock was deep inside her ass and he was positively railing her. Brandi gasped for air in time with each forceful thrust of her customers cock.

Brandi’s panties had been pulled down all the way to her ankles. Otherwise she was still fully dressed in the outfit her customer had selected. Her customer enjoyed seeing her this way. Her outfit that barely covered her, clung to her, and exposed her feminized form to her best effect.

Her ideal hip to waist ratio, slim flat tummy, narrow waist and full DD boobs. Her long blond hair styled to his request for their appointment. Her average sized penis and testicles shrunken to their smallest due to the room’s air conditioning.

Brandi’s Nipples jutted proudly for the same reason; the AC had been set low…in anticipation of the vigorous exercise they had begun.

Brandi was too far forward on the bed and she had to place her arms and hands above her to protect her head and ears from impacting the headboard of the bed each time her body was shoved forward by the cock thrusting into her ass.

Her field of vision was restricted by her long blond hair that had grown out and been groomed and styled over the last 3&1/2 years of her indentured servitude.

As a forcibly feminized prostitute for the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department Brandi was currently satisfying the elevated passions of the client kneeling on the bed between her thighs behind her.

With her arms forward to protect her head Brandi’s back was precipitously arched downward and her DD bosom was pressed hard into the bed sheets, the friction of the sheet on her erect nipples building her excitement.

Her ass was pushed up and back by her long firm toned legs. Her client had a painful grip upon her, one hand on each side of her waist, his fingers digging painfully into her corset and into her pelvis as he pulled her back onto him when he thrust forward, then pushed her forward as he withdrew.

Brandi had to endure the pain as in this position she was only getting minimal stimulation to her prostate from her client’s fucking of her. That in itself was an unusual situation.

Brandi tried to think about something other than the pounding her ass was taking at the hands…and cock…of her client. She calmed her mind and thought back to simpler times…her memories of the first time she was sent out in public while cross dressed came to the fore…

**

Randy looked unhappily into the mirror and hated what he saw. For six weeks he had been imprisoned at a court mandated boot-camp to teach him how to dress and behave as a girl. After “graduating” he was sent before a judge who approved of his appearance and then placed him on parole to begin his 6 months of probation.

Fresh from his mandated “boot-camp” she…and he hated that he had to use feminine pronouns…had hoped to simply live as a hermit and isolate himself at his home and work.

But Karen would not let that happen.

She had petitioned the court, ingratiated herself with the judge and volunteered with his probation officer for assignment as his court approved and court sanctioned monitor.

For the first week she made him do everything with her. He made daily salon visits to learn even more about cosmetics and make-over’s than he did from his boot camp and embark upon expensive shopping trips at exclusive boutiques to help him build up his wardrobe.

And she was quick to note and document any perceived reluctance for her weekly reports to his probation officer.

Randy was slowly adapting to his enforced femininity and felt that at least as long as he wasn’t being seen by any of his friends then it would somehow still be endurable. In six months he could go back to his old life and complain as loud and as long as he wanted without fear of consequence.

Karen wouldn’t let that happen. Randy had season tickets for the Capital City Football Club and shared a corporate suite with a few other investors. His one recreational outlet left to him, cheering for his favorite team, was taken away from him when Karen insisted he continue to attend and that he invite his friends as well.

Karen had gone all out to select his ensemble for the event. As he stood looking at himself in the mirror he did his best to hold back tears of despair. Karen had decked him out in the team colors.

His bra had been padded out with actual mastectomy breast forms which Karen had glued to his chest. The B cup forms were adhered to his chest by a biomemetic adhesive that was hypoallergenic, pleasantly scented, facilitated sensation directly from the forms to his chest, and could not be removed at all without a special solvent, a solvent that Karen kept solely in her possession.

His red bra was clearly visible under the diaphanous white blouse that had been tied in front of his cleavage. His red and white pleated cheer skirt hung from his natural waist down to above the knee. Randy was dismayed to see that even without any padding that he had a bit of a curve from his bottom filling out the skirt. It didn’t matter since Karen had insisted on Silicon butt inserts to fully pad out his derriere after declaring his natural butt curve was still too masculine.

She further insisted that his bikini cut panties also be in team colors of alternating white and red stripes. Panties she had gleefully made him purchase, out in public, at an actual brick and mortar team store from the women’s section, during the busiest hour of the day.

She insisted that he also wear team red and white stay up stockings and ridiculous white block heel knee high go-go boots. Go-go boots and thigh highs just didn’t go well together.

Karen made sure he completed the ensemble with a red team ribbon in his hair, with red lipstick matching the team color and with complementary red shades of eye shadow in a smoky eye technique to complete his presentation.

Randy had never felt the weight of his court ordered requirement to cross-dress as heavily as he did that day.

Randy did his best to notify all his friends of what to expect and they agreed to meet him at his home before the game. As the doorbell rang Randy took a deep breath and steeled himself, this was now the first time his friends would be seeing Randy en femme.

Randy opened the door and the boisterous chatter that had been percolating through the door died down as his friends got their first sight of him.

Randy began to fidget under the prolonged silence as his four best friends, friends who he had known since elementary school and gone through high school together, stood stunned and awestruck at his appearance.

“Duuuuudddeee…” Gil finally broke the silence.

“Holy shit…Randy…I mean…” Helen, Gil’s wife also appeared shocked and surprised.

“Mother F***er…” Kevin contributed.

“Oh man…No freaking way…” Rik added to the general round of surprise.

Randy stood aside and waved all his friends inside and closed the door behind him.

“Where’s Gina?” Helen asked sympathetically after noting Randy’s dour expression.

An expression that was harder to read under his cosmetically feminized face.

“She left me…I think…” Randy answered glumly.

“You think?”

“Well…yeah, she said she couldn’t handle her boyfriend being her girlfriend. She said to give her a call after it’s over but I have a feeling it’s…over.”

“Well not much of a girlfriend if she can’t stick by you when the chips are down bro.”

“Yeah…and that does bring up one more thing…”

“What’s that dude?”

“Under the sentencing guidelines I have to use feminine pronouns so you can’t call me mister or bro.”

“But dudes ok right.”

“I suppose so. No…probably not. It’s not really gender neutral.”

“Look, I hate to be ‘that guy'” Rik interrupted “but I admit I feel the same. I’m sorry bro but I don’t want to see you dressed as a chick and acting all girly…I just can’t do this. I’m sorry.” Rik put down his empty beer bottle on the table and walked out.

The others tried to encourage Rik to stay while Randy just watched quietly as Rik left anyway.

“Look, it’s no big deal. I can’t ask you to hang out with me like this if you don’t want to.” Randy said as he broke the silence following Rik’s abrupt departure.

“Hey, look, you’re right, it’s no big deal. You are our friend and this too shall pass.” Helen chirped.

“Damn Right.” Gil agreed.

“You’re not trying to keep that big old corporate suite for yourself now are you?” Kevin quipped.

“Let’s go to the match and have great time like we always do.” Helen stated firmly in support.

“Then that’s it, it’s settled.” Kevin finished.

“We want to get going if we are going to make the march into the stadium with the fans.” Gil noted indicating the time.

“HELL YEAH!” Kevin shouted. “LET’S DO THIS!”

“Yeah!” Both Gil and Helen agreed, less boisterously.

Randy smiled and felt close to tears at the support he was receiving. What did he ever do to deserve such good friends as these?

**

Brandi snapped back to reality from her reminiscence as her client slammed into her with increased vigor.

The pleasure was intense. Her penis was tumescent. She was getting close. But she was experiencing a problem.

With her neck turned and bent to prevent her head from impacting with the headboard and her strict corset preventing her from breathing in enough air, Brandi was starting to suffer a severe deficit of oxygen.

She didn’t know that a tight corset and a kinked neck causing restricted airflow could contribute to autoerotic asphyxiation. The dearth of air accelerated her onrushing orgasm.

As her client frenetically increased the pace of Brandi getting railed, Brandi’s awareness narrowed until all she felt was his large cock finally stimulating her prostate. Feelings of pleasure were growing exponentially to the pace of her fucking. She was approaching the point where she could no longer resist the growing pleasure from her stretched ass and of her prostate stimulation. Her penis began to throb in anticipation.

Her client was reaching his orgasm and Brandi fought with every ounce of control to get enough oxygen, not pass out, and guide the feeling of ecstasy building inside her to simultaneously time her orgasm with her client.

With one intense final lunge her client’s cock plunged its full length inside her. His cum spewed and coated the insides of her colon with sticky white seed.

Brandi’s rapture exploded as well. She momentarily lost all awareness and blissed out. Her penis erupted as her sticky white sperm spewed forth upon her tummy, onto the inside of her skirt and onto the bed sheets; her body succumbing to unrelenting waves of pleasure.

Brandi gasped for breath as awareness slowly came back. Her delirium faded slowly. Her client had collapsed on top of her and she could no longer support his weight upon her ass and back. She shifted her knees slightly and they both fell onto their sides on the mattress. Brandi and her client ended up in a spoon position with her clients cock still buried deeply inside her.

His arm moved to drape over her and pull her closer. Their sweaty skin pressed against each other, her back to his stomach and chest. Brandi was cuddled by her sex partner. At least she had finally been able to move her head and kinked neck and breath again.

Her client finally recovered his breath and lifted up slightly onto one arm. He took her chin with the other hand and gently turned her head around to give her a soft sensitive kiss right on he lips. Brandi reciprocated.

When he broke the kiss Brandi smiled softly at her client.

“Was it good for you Senpai?” she whispered.

Gil laughed softly.

“Just the way I like it Kitten.” he chuckled.

Gil let his cock slip from her ass and guided her onto her back, and down and away from the headboard. He lay down and then pulled her onto his chest. Brandi now lay mostly on top of Gil with her head resting on his chest, her cum from her tummy and corset now spreading to Gil’s and her paw now caressing his abs and stroking his softening cock.

“Would you like me to lick this monster clean Senpai?” Brandi offered; brushing her paw delicately against Gil’s semen slickened cock.

“No.” Gill softly refused. Instead he lifted her chin slightly and pulled her into another sensitive kiss. Softly at first, then with growing passion Gill darted out his tongue to open Brandi’s lips and let his tongue explore her mouth.

Brandi participated in the French kiss and when Gil withdrew his tongue from her mouth she followed it back into his mouth with her tongue. Gil would usually say no to oral cleanup of his cock as he liked to kiss Brandi and did not want to taste his own cum on her lips.

After two full minutes of kissing both Gil and Brandi stopped, gasping and had to come up for air.

Brandi laid her head back upon Gil’s chest and held him close.

“Senpai?”

“MmHmm?”

“Why are you cheating on Helen like this?”

Gil seemed irritated by her suggestion.

“I’m not cheating Kitten, why would you think that?”

“It’s just…well…”

“Well what?” Gil asked sternly.

“You and Helen have so much going for you and you always seem like you are so in love. Why are you here with me?”

Gil relaxed after hearing her reasoning.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Helen’s pregnancy was really difficult. It took a lot out of her. She is being treated and recovering nicely but it’s a long careful road to recovery.”

“You have children?” Brandi asked in complete surprise. “But you two are my age. We went to high school together. You have children already?”

“You didn’t know? We sent out messages and posted it on social media and everything.”

“I’m not allowed to use social media.” Brandi bluntly replied.

“OH…well…When Helen and I finished college we married as planned and…”

“YOU’RE MARRIED?” Brandi Interrupted in shocked surprise.

“Yeah…we are…”

Brandi simply stared awestruck.

“Now Kitten, stop interrupting and listen…Helen and I decided that we were ready and wanted to have children right away. We wanted to have them while we were still young enough to enjoy the whole child raising experience. We opted for a multiple birth so that Helen wouldn’t have to go through the pain of childbirth a second time. We gave birth to Twin boys and Twin Girls.”

“Quadruplets???” Brandi was dumbfounded. There were too many unexpected revelations all at once.

“Yes…but there were unforeseen complications. It put our sex life on hold while she recovered.”

“Wow!” Brandi was breathlessly stupefied.

“But fortunately loss of consortium was covered by our private insurance so your services are paid for by our insurance provider. This is why I am able to afford you for service and be one of your regulars.” Gil informed proudly.

Loss of Consortium, Brandi thought; loss of sex or intimacy.

“Wow.” Brandi repeated, softly.

Gil broke free from their cuddle and got up to move into the bathroom. As a regular client Brandi knew Gil would not want her to shower after sex. Like most of her clients he liked to ride her hard and put her away wet.

“Senpai, would you please pull up my panties…please?” Brandi begged.

“Of course Kitten.” Brandi slipped off the side of the bed and stood up as Gil first retrieved a butt plug that had been sitting discarded on the side table. She bent at the waist as he pushed it easily into her ruined anus.

Next he took a flesh toned flat extension piece made from sort of ‘super-silicon’ blend that attached to the plug and adhered to her skin. It lay flat between the cleft of her buttocks just up to the lowest part of her back to her coccyx just below her sciatic area. To this piece he attached a brindle blonde bushy tail.

Brandi stood still as the three piece fetish plug was assembled. Gil verified that the adhesive properties of the extension stuck cleanly to her body, pressed a button to power on the device and then pulled up her panties.

Brandi now sported a long kitten tail that appeared to sprout from her coccyx area and that looped up in a curl behind her. If humans had tails, this would be where they would come from.

Satisfied, Gil stood, then lifted her chin up to his face and gave her another open mouth kiss. Standing in her high heels Gil only had to dip his head down slightly to kiss her.

Gil turned and headed to the shower. Brandi followed respectfully and stood outside the shower as Gil washed himself. She noticed that some lube and cum had spread to her paw when she stroked his slick cock moments earlier. Brandi tried to wipe off the lube and cum on a towel but some was still stuck between the pads of her paw.

With a sigh of resignation she lapped at the paw to clean out the lube and cum. She could get in trouble for returning them in their soiled condition. Also she didn’t want the cum to spread further from accidently touching things.

When she heard Gil shut off the water she knelt down and waited. When the shower door opened Brandi was ready. Gil finally directed her to suck his clean cock clean.

Gil relaxed and gently gripped the shower doorway as Brandi practiced her oral skills. Gil had a decent sized cock, although he was uncircumcised. Brandi preferred circumcised cocks to uncircumcised although truthfully she had never pondered why she had a preference in the first place.

Since she didn’t have use of her hands Brandi used only her lips to push back the foreskin and lick clean the head area gently before kissing the tip and wrapping her lips around the head. In her experience uncircumcised cocks were more sensitive to stimulation so she went slowly to draw out the experience for Gil. He was still her client after all and she was only his service provider.

With smooth warm and gently head bobs Brandi bobbed her way down past the head and down the length of his shaft. She maintained even pressure to stimulate equally all parts of his cock. Reaching the base of his cock there was enough room for her to dart out her tongue and tease his perineum. She was rewarded for her efforts with a soft sign of pleasure from Gil.

Brandi maintained smooth even strokes with her mouth and tongue. She playfully batted Gil’s ball sack with her paws. Gil’s stamina was high as he had just had an orgasm. Brandi worked him over with her mouth and was eventually rewarded for her efforts. She listened as his breathing became more labored and felt his penis expand inside her mouth and deliver onto her waiting tongue his cum. Gil shot only two small ropes, he ejaculated what little was left in his balls from after their sexual encounter into her warm wet waiting mouth.

Sensors in her butt plug, along the length, and at the top of the extension piece could interpret inputs from the nerve endings inside her ass and from near her coccyx at the bottom of her spine. Firmware inside the extension piece would then interpret her body’s mood. As Brandi fellated Gil her fetish tail flicked back and forth. Brandi had ensured that her fetish tail had a fully charged battery at the beginning of their appointment. The battery would easily last a few days of normal use.

Brandi spit his cum out onto the shower floor since she knew that Gil didn’t mind if she swallowed or not. She then gracefully rose to her feet and stood up to get out of his way. Once he was past her she followed to the vanity mirror to check on her makeup.

Brandi wore the latest line of smudge proof makeup and was glad to see that even after the tremendous exertions of their fucking and the close contact with her lips and face to his cock during her blow job her makeup was still intact.

Brandi rarely used smudge proof makeup. The service was aware how most clients liked to see the ruined makeup that a whore’s face became after a face fucking. The freshly fucked look was one of the most positively reviewed items by their customers.

But not for Gil. Gil insisted her makeup always be perfect so the more expensive and difficult to apply smudge free variety was warranted. What the client wanted (and paid for) the client got.

As a feminized service provider Brandi knew to be quick and efficient when it came to getting ready so as not to delay her client’s departure. He only needed to dry off and get dressed; normally she had to do all that as well as dry her hair, redo her hairstyle and restore her makeup. But thanks to good preparation, and in accordance with Gil’s wishes and preferences, she was ready right away.

Gil was a regular and for the past seven months and she serviced him every other week. Gil noticed her appraising her own appearance in the mirror and grabbed her ass. Brandi felt her butt cheeks slip against each other from the residual lube and cum trapped between them. No doubt her panties were ruined by cum stains; they usually were. A slight surge of pleasure penetrated her ass from her butt plug when he grabbed her.

Gil wasted no time drying off and dressing. He moved expertly and efficiently and was ready within half an hour.

Once ready, Gil retrieved and attached a plum colored leash to the back loop of Brandi’s collar and they left their hotel room for the elevator for the short ride down to the lobby.

Brandi and Gil rode down and silence. The elevator had mirrored walls so Brandi used the opportunity to once again evaluate and critique her appearance during the ride down.

Brandi was not wearing the National Social Services Administration & Maintenance’s Department Public Crossdressing Permit collar as Gil was both her client and escort when they went out in public. Instead she wore a plum colored leather rhinestone studded lockable collar.

The collar had a heart shaped “pet ID tag” permanently affixed to the lockable collar and had the NSSA&M’s logo and initials on the obverse side, and a serial number and a phone number on the reverse side. The fetish collar was supposed to be more subtle and discreet than the PCP, but not by much.

Brandi’s outfit consisted of suede brindle blond colored high heeled ankle boots, opaque lavender thigh high stockings that gave a lustrous sheen to her legs and a lavender high-waisted skater mini-skirt that covered her purple panties down to just above mid thigh. The skirt was made of 5 tiers of sheer lace, each tier partially overlapping the one below it allowing the multiple layers to provide just enough coverage to obscure a clear view of her panties.

White suspender straps from her white garter belt peeked out below the lowest tier hem of her skirt to attach to the top of her lavender thigh high stockings. Her brindle blond bushy tail lifted the bottom tier of her skirt slightly before it looped back up into a curl behind her just above the small of her back.

Brandi got to experience the effect of her fetish neko cat tail during every session with Gil. It would flick back and forth slowly when she was calm and faster if it sensed she was excited. If it sensed she was aroused the tail would lift up higher and straighter. This had a tendency to lift the skirts she wore and depending on how excited she was and how high the tail lifted would expose the backs of her upper thighs, her thigh gap or even completely expose her panties.

Brandi could see that right now the tail had lifted the tiers of her skirt enough that her thigh gap was visible from the back. Brandi practiced some breathing exercises to calm her mood. She always tried to remain as calm as possible when in public and wearing the fetish tail.

She wore a floral white and yellow over bust corset for her top with purple strings at the back and lavender ruffles in the front that added feminine details to the sweetheart neckline. The corset was semi-sheer. In the cool air her aroused and erect nipples poked intently into the fabric.

Brandi admired her cosmetics. The smudge free makeup had withstood her appointment with her client. Her face was made up with bright, youthful, and innocent shades to allow her to present has a young coquette. Her luscious pink smudge free lipstick bore no evidence of the blow job she had performed and her eyes had been made up with cat’s eye style to complement her presentation.

Even her long blond hair had withstood the vigorous activities. She had it styled in Gil’s preferred ‘messy braid’ style that hung down her back ending to just below her shoulder blades, yet also completely covered and hid her real ears from view.

Then there were the final touches.

First was the luxury neko ‘cats ears’ head band. The head band was hidden under her hair but the brindle blond furry cat’s ears that stuck out above her head and hair perfectly matched her blond tresses and highlights. The high end device was also battery powered and had sensors to detect her mood making her neko cat ears flick accordingly.

Second were her contact lenses that gave her iridescent green cats eye irises.

And last were the matching brindle blond ‘kitten paw’ mittens covering her hands that were laced and tied around her wrists, rendering her hands useless.

Brandi was dressed as Gil’s anime fetish cat girl.

“You look cute as a button Kitten.” Gil praised, watching her as she studied her reflection.

“Thank you Senpai.” Brandi smiled in response.

She then noticed there was a small cum stain soaking through the front of her skirt. The small semen stain making a dark spot in the front center had to have been from her orgasm earlier. It must have soaked through all 5 layers to be noticeable.

Damn-it!

The elevator doors opened and with a tug of her plum colored leash Brandi followed Gil, one pace behind him and to the side; at the ‘heel’ position, as they walked to the front desk to check out of their room.

The tapping of her high heels upon the tile floor echoing across the spacious lobby. When at the front desk Gil handed Brandi’s leash to the cute young female desk clerk as he fumbled to retrieve his phone from his pocket to confirm payment for the room from his account.

The desk clerk held the leash for a moment while looking at Brandi with amusement.

“That’s a cute outfit.”

“Thank you.” Brandi replied politely. She was struck by how attractive and youthful the clerk was.

When the clerk went to confirm Gil’s payment on her computer she tried to hand the leash to Brandi.

“I’m sorry; I’m not allowed to hold my leash.” Brandi demurred, waving her paws back and forth in front of her indicating her disinclination.

“It’s actually illegal for Kitten to hold it.” Gil elaborated with an amused twinkle in his eye.

Brandi looked back at the desk clerk. She seemed to be struggling to withhold laughter. The desk clerk actually looks younger than I do, she thought.

Unexpectedly, despite her years of training, Brandi experienced a rush of emotion and she felt flushed as heat was rushing to her head. She felt attracted to the pretty young woman and was embarrassed by her fetish outfit and her cum stained skirt. She found the situation to be humiliating and fought to control the surge of emotion welling inside her. Her cheeks were blushing furiously.

Her tail began to twitch faster and her neko cat ears also flicked to and fro. Her tail sensed she was aroused and it started to rise up to indicate her excitement, lifting the back of her skirt.

It took her a few moments for her to concentrate, take a few deep breaths, and focus on the lessons she learned from her training. In a few moments Brandi regained her composure and her fetish tail slowed down its twitching and lowered back down and her neko ears stopped moving.

Regaining her composure was helped slightly when she saw that the desk clerk seemed to be blushing as well.

Gil finished paying and they turned to leave. Brandi fell in one step behind and to the side of Gil as trained. At the last minute she looked back to the pretty desk clerk and was disappointed to see she was already helping another customer.

As they left the hotel lobby the valet brought Gil’s car around and held the rear door open. Brandi watched as Gil placed a towel down on the seat while Brandi waited patiently. No doubt to absorb cum leaking out of her ass and prevent it from staining the seats. The sodomy that she had endured had loosened her sphincter and Gil’s cum was slowly dribbling out past the butt plug. Gil had well and truly wrecked her ass.

Gingerly she seated herself in the rear passenger seat, careful to avoid stimulating her butt plug or bending or twisting her bushy blond fetish tail. The tail sensed her seated position and the back rest of her car seat and took a preprogrammed safe position to avoid damage.

Gil clipped her leash to the front passenger seat headrest and then fastened her seat belt before the valet finally shut her door.

Brandi watched from the rear seat as they pulled away. He would take her back to her NSSA&M dorm now to return her.

“We have one stop to make on the way, ok Kitten?” Gill informed more than asked.

In a few miles drive Gil pulled up into a hospital parking lot. He got out and left Brandi sitting in the back seat. He even hit the remote door lock, locking her inside while he walked away.

Brandi huffed in displeasure as Gil walked away.

He was supposed to leave the window cracked if he ever left her in the car.

Brandi flexed her paws in annoyance.

She settled in and made herself comfortable. She crossed her legs, sat back and waited.

She tried to idly drum her fingers but couldn’t. Stupid kitten mittens!

Brandi waited patiently. Gil was taking his time. She was quickly bored. Gil hadn’t even left the radio playing. The clock on the dash ticked away until finally at length Brandi noted that Gil was returning…and Helen was with him! As the car beeped and the door unlocked Brandi watched bewildered as Gil helped Helen into a comfortable position in the front passenger seat.

“Hey Brandi.” Helen finally spoke as Gil resumed driving away.

“Umm…hey Helen, it’s been a long time…” Brandi began awkwardly “Uh…how are you?”

“Doing better, now” Helen laughed. “Vagina is almost fully recovered. They even fixed my hymen. Can you believe it? One more week and this guy is gonna get his world rocked! You’ll be able to take my virginity again!” She pronounced indicating Gil.

Gil grinned like a fool at the news.

Brandi didn’t know what to say, she just blushed in embarrassment.

She was doubly embarrassed when her tummy unexpectedly growled in hunger.

Helen looked at Brandi then turned to Gil “Didn’t you take Brandi to dinner?”

“Of course I did.” Gil looked put-out “Kitten and I went to a nice Japanese food restaurant.”

“Yuck, what did you have?” Helen inquired. She didn’t care for Japanese food.

“Well, we shared a sushi combo and then I had Yakiniku and Kitten had a glass of milk.” Gil answered proudly.

“You shared the Sushi Combo? That’s just an appetizer. What about a main course?”

“Uh…no…that was it. Look, it’s not good to spoil her. It’s unhealthy. You wouldn’t want Kitten to get fat now would you?”

“How did she eat with those paws on?”

“Well I fed her of course. Kitten knows to ‘miao’ when she wanted a bite and I fed her sushi rolls with my chopsticks. You should have seen kitten when she drank her milk.”

Gil chuckled as he was warming to his story.

“I ordered it in a wine goblet so she could drink it herself, the look of concentration on her face with her little paws on either side of the stem. Kitten was a bit sloppy though and had quite a milk mustache. No sense crying over spilt milk though.”

Gil chuckled again as he punned badly.

Brandi was stewing in anger as Gil talked about her right in front of Helen as if she wasn’t even there…and really WAS his pet kitten.

“Did you talk to her about our idea?” Helen asked.

“UH…no…I didn’t get to that.” Gil answered sheepishly.

“Seriously? What did you talk about anyway?”

“Oh…the American Soccer team that played the ‘friendly’ yesterday…Capitol FC’s chances for the cup this year…stuff…” Gil answered lamely.

“Soccer? What are you; American now?”

“Heh…no…just that Capitol FC was playing the US Team…”

“Darn it Gil, you were supposed to talk about our future plans for her.” Helen interrupted.

“I wanted you to be here for that.”

Helen decided to change subjects and turned back to Brandi. She’d talk to her husband later, privately.

“Look, Brandi, Gil told me what you said earlier. I want you to know that I’ve known all about you and Gil. I’m totally OK with it. Gil and I had discussed this a long time ago. If anything ever happened to him he would still want me to be happy, and I wanted the same for him.”

Brandi sat in stunned silence.

“In fact, I am the one who encouraged him to specifically use you and your services.”

Brandi tried to speak, but no words came out. Helen was watching Brandi closely and noticed her reaction. Her neko ears flicked back and forth furiously.

“Yeah…actually we’ve talked about you a lot ever since that first day we saw you cross-dressed before that one football match.” Gil added.

“Yeah…that was so much fun, going to the matches with you, chanting in the stands to ‘Seven Nation Army”, cheering our team to victory…”

Brandi remembered those days fondly. Especially dancing with Helen to ‘Seven Nation Army’ in the corporate suite whenever Capitol FC scored a goal…good times…

“Since you were our friend we probably never would have selected you but after reading all about you on the bimbo lottery web page…and all your customer reviews were overwhelmingly positive…You’ve really taken to this line of work and this lifestyle haven’t you?”

“She’s a natural.” Gil interrupted.

“Bearing, birthing, and recovering from the quadruplets was intense. Having you available really took a lot of stress off of me. I wouldn’t want my man to feel he had to cheat now would I?” She asked rhetorically.

“So it’s not cheating if it’s with me?” Brandi finally managed to ask.

“No. Of course not. Since you’re only a feminized male whore it made it easy for me to agree and sign off on Gil’s loss of consortium claim. It’s not like you could ever replace me.”

Brandi was crushed. She couldn’t be more shocked than she was now after hearing Helen’s harsh statement; her neko ears flicked in annoyance.

“But I thought we were friends?”

“Best friends!” Helen gushed, misunderstanding Brandi’s tone and intent.

“And that makes it so much better. The more we thought about it the more we realized that we would much rather have someone who was a friend serve him instead of some complete stranger.”

“In fact, you should know that ever since we learned this had happened to you, we agreed that if either of us needed it, that we would use you.” Gil added.

Brandi was wrong…she could be more shocked, apparently.

“There’s more good news.” Helen continued, mistaking Brandi’s expression of surprise for one of affirmation.

“More?” Brandi asked, stunned.

“Our insurance still covers your services for the next six months, although it will be monthly now rather than every other week.” Helen informed.

“Aww…” Gil made a soft noise of disappointment.

“But now WE can spend time together.” Helen looked over her shoulder directly at Brandi as she said it.

“WE?” Brandi paused.

“So…” Brandi struggled for words “We…you and me…want me to be…friends?”

“More than friends, actually;” Helen smiled lasciviously. “I hear from Gil you have an incredibly talented tongue.” She winked.

“We’re here Kitten.” Gil announced as he drove up to the front door of Brandi’s NSSA&M dorm.

“Look, before you go I want to thank you again for taking care of my husband. Knowing he is being taken care of by a friend…”

“Of course…” Brandi was in shock, her responds was automatic and as she was trained.

She suddenly wished she could run away.

She was forced to wait until Gil came around and opened the car door and unclasped her seat belt to let her out.

Stupid seat belt latch. Stupid child safety locks. Stupid fetish kitten mittens!!!

When Gil took her leash Brandi exited the car. The towel she was sitting on was momentarily stuck to her ass from the cum that had leaked out. Gil peeled it off her bottom. Her fetish tail sensed it was no longer constrained and once again extended itself and began to flick back and forth behind her.

Helen lowered her window. “Wait…come here for a minute.” She commanded.

Brandi approached her window as Helen reached through the window and pulled Brandi’s head down into a lustful kiss. As Brandi was bent over at the waist Gil stood behind her and took the opportunity to grope her ass once again.

Brandi’s ass cheeks were still slippery with cum and lube and her butt plug slipped inside her ass and stimulated her slightly. She squealed softly from the firmness of Gil’s grip on her ass, the stimulation of the butt plug, the gentle caress of Helen’s hand on her head and pleasant softness of Helen’s lips against her own.

Brandi’s kitten tail now stood nearly erect and twitched so quickly it was almost vibrating from her sensed excitement. The tail lifted the lace tiers of the back of her skirt hem high and placed her cum soaked panty bottom clearly on display

Finally Helen broke the kiss and giggled softly.

“Your kiss tastes like Gil’s cum.”

Brandi’s neko cat’s ears flickered so quickly in surprise that it was like they were trying to send a semaphore message.

Gil gave Brandi’s ass one more slap and then gently tugged on her leash as he led her to the front door of the dorm and the returns desk.

“Hurry up! We have to pick up the kids from my mother.” Helen called out.

Brandi walked with her usual strut and sway, her bushy blond tail was swishing in synch with her hips as it slowly dropped back down. Brandi was otherwise in a complete daze.

Her mood now one of confusion and mortification as she reproached herself; she was nothing but a whore to them…a whore to be used.

Brandi’s smile was empty and her expression blank and fixed in her practiced bimbo airhead expression. She felt close to tears at the support she was receiving. Where did she ever go so wrong in her life? What did he ever do to deserve friends such as these?

**

Brandi was returned to her dorm in despair and her stomach upset. Sushi, milk, and Gil’s cum were not sitting well inside her.

Brandi returned all her neko fetish implements; the returns desk attendant had to unlace and remove her kitten paw mittens so Brandi could remove her animatronic ears and butt plug tail assembly and set them aside to be cleaned. Next the attendant unlocked and took her collar and her leash, so Brandi could finally step over to the laundry and drop off her clothing.

She walked naked into the adjoining communal shower room and was grateful to have the space to herself. This late in the day the whores from the brothel should all be asleep after entertaining last night’s customers. Only returnees like her who had been out with clients would filter back in over the rest of the morning and early afternoon.

It was always interesting to her to hear from clients who thought the dormitory was a place of unbridled non-stop sexual activity.

While the brothel on the first 3 floors was open 24/7, the dormitory rooms above were invariably quiet. They were probably the most celibate places in all of Allegoria. The last thing any of the whores wanted to do when they returned to their rooms was engage in carnal activity.

Brandi turned the water on hot and stream on full as she washed away the sweat and cum stains from her body, from her ass and butt cheeks and the residue that spread around her penis and testicles. She tried to blast away her feelings of filth with the nearly scalding hot water. Without warning she was overcome by nausea. Her stomach churned and she collapsed onto her knees.

She vomited her lunch of sushi, milk, and cum onto the shower floor.

For the next several minutes her body shook and dry heaves wracked her abdomen.

She knew she had lost control of her bladder and bowels, but thankfully her bowels were empty due to her fastidious cleansing earlier in preparation for her appointment with Gil.

Gil. Her client. Her ‘John’.

Brandi. The whore. Brandi the Whore. Brandi the Tranny Whore.

She was eventually found by one of the female whores returning from her appointment. She summoned a bathroom attendant who called for an orderly to escort Brandi to medical. Once there she was examined by the staff physician. The doctor assumed food poisoning and sent her to bed to recover in her dorm room. Brandi tossed and turned all night and when she woke up the next day she still felt sick and asked to take a sick day.

Her supervisor and the administration were upset but since she hadn’t had a sick day in 3&1/2 years since her arrival they could hardly begrudge her.

The staff physician eventually arrived to check up on her and took some blood samples. It turned out that it wasn’t just psychosomatic or hypochondria either. The doctor that examined her informed her that her tummy really was upset and most likely it was not the sushi…or the cum…that she had eaten but the milk that she drank.

She had probably been served bad milk. They had called her client who said he had eaten the sushi as well and he hadn’t gotten sick so by connecting the dots…

Grateful for the day off despite being sick Brandi wallowed in bed. She pondered her condition in a full day of sorrow and introspection.

“I’m not depressed but I’m never happy either.” She mused.

“Why am I always obedient? Why?”

She tried to think of what she was like before her sentencing…sentencing’s?

Her memories were sharp. She clearly remembered she thought of herself as a man; a man who would probably not have liked this very much.

Even her friends only viewed her as a whore now.

A whore to be used.

Former friends she ruefully thought.

It wasn’t always this way.

Why is it now?

What happened to me?

Why am I like this?

It occurred to her that her name was not Brandi…it was…it was…

Randy!

Brandi knew the other feminized male service providers didn’t like her that much. They all think that she is lucky as she is allowed to get out of the dorm…well…Brothel, not knowing that she never really sees anything but hotel rooms and bedrooms. They used to ask her all the time why she didn’t run away.

Brat.

Britney. Bratty Britney.

She ran away once. She was caught. She was punished.

Was that it? Was it fear of punishment?

Brandi never went to college. She had assumed and inherited her business right after high school. She had always done what was expected of her.

But that didn’t explain it, did it? It couldn’t! Because it was expected of her…just following the law?

Brandi’s musings were interrupted when her supervisor paid her a visit.

Mindy Tartovski didn’t like to visit the dorm rooms, but she did want to see for herself how her star service provider was faring. The doctor confirmed she really was sick after all and not faking it to avoid her duty. She timed her arrival as an orderly was bringing her some broth to eat and an electrolyte sports drink to rehydrate.

It was always important to stay hydrated.

Mindy was only slightly annoyed by this. She did have to reschedule Brandi’s appointment for the day and compensate the patron for his loss and cancellation.

Providing returned fees and a discount on his next service appointment was a hassle.

“How are you feeling?” Mindy asked politely, although not truly caring.

“Um…getting better.” Brandi responded from deep within her bundle of blankets. Her head was spinning slightly and she felt nausea if she moved too quickly. Her body would sometimes start to shiver uncontrollably even though she did not really feel cold.

Mindy noted how pale and sickly Brandi was and took a half step back. The doctor said it was food related and not a virus or anything but still…

“That’s good. We all want you to get better soon.” And make us more money, Mindy thought.

“So I know you are sick right now but that is no excuse to say the things you said.”

“Excuse me?” Brandi asked; scared, sick, and confused. She stared at her broth as if unsure if she should try it. Her stomach churned momentarily so she set the broth aside.

“Your client claims you thought he was cheating.”

“Oh…” softly.

“You know full well that any subject that uses a service provider is not cheating or committing adultery. The courts have long held that the service is a SERVICE available to all subjects. Legally speaking use of a service provider is not now nor has it ever been considered infidelity or grounds for divorce.” Mindy spoke almost verbatim from the NSSA&M’s Service Provider’s Handbook.

“Yes Ma’am.” Brandi swallowed in fear. If she was about to be sent to disciplinary ward…

“However, your client, ‘Gil’ is it?”

Brandi merely nodded.

“Since Gil didn’t make it a negative comment on your service and only made it as a verbal feedback I am going to let you off with a warning.”

Brandi didn’t relax yet.

“Remember, subjects who use the department’s services are legally not cheating. You know this from your training.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So I will award you your first ever Demerit.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Brandi nodded. Four more and she would be sent to Disciplinary Ward.

“Now get well,” Mindy forced an insincere smile to her face “And we can place you back into circulation tomorrow.”

“Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am.”

Brandi watched Mindy as she left. It occurred to her that Mindy was actually younger than she was and yet she had to defer to Mindy as her superior and call her Ma’am.

It’s all so…unfair…

**

The staff physician pulled up the lab results from Brandi’s blood sample. Brandi’s blood samples were done weekly, not just for the normal health and welfare checks that all the whores received, but also to continue to track the markers that dealt with her infusion of DOCILITY.

The physician didn’t understand the complex nature and action of the experimental drug Brandi had been administered. She didn’t need too. She just performed the routine test for the experiment and forwarded the results up the chain. She merely monitored and reported.

It came as a surprise then that after 182 consecutive weekly checks that the complex chemical acting as a catalyst continually conditioning her obedience was gone.

3&1/2 years and suddenly…nothing.

Did the catalyst have an effective lifespan?

She checked the previous week’s results and they matched the previous 181 before that, but now…suddenly…nothing…the markers were gone.

The doctor attached the lab results to an email, verified the correct contact list and sent her findings to the hypnotherapist and the pharmacist managing the test subject. As required she also sent a blind CC to the department head as well.

**

Mindy returned to her office after visiting Brandi and dug into her paperwork. Administrative duties waited for no woman. She was currently reviewing another negative feedback that a regular customer had left on Britney’s service review page. Britney had reportedly used too much teeth when providing oral relief to a client.

Mindy sighed as she considered what punishment this infraction merited.

Mindy sent yet another email to the department head requesting that Bratty Britney be sent through the new conditioning system that had worked so well on Brandi but knew it was in vain.

Brat was being used as a benchmark for comparable behavior.

Certainly a public spanking in front of the other service providers of her group during their weekly group therapy session would be expected. Mindy eyed the paddle on the wall, but Britney had extensive experience and training with bondage and discipline as a trained submissive. Spanking discipline may not be the most effective method to punish her.

Reviewing Britney’s service record she noted that she had finally, yet barely, qualified to provide service in every role except for pet play. Pet play was a new service that the department had recently begun to offer. Mindy didn’t understand half of the fetishes that the department provided, she just didn’t see the attraction, but finally there had been enough calls and voices of support and above all…funding, for the NSSA&M department to begin training and offering pet play service providers as yet one more means to control the elevated passions of the common folk.

Perhaps she should send Britney to obedience school for puppy training. Having her serve on all fours as a puppy pet might just be the best thing for her. The cute little puppy mask covering her face, her paws and tail accessories, leash and collar…

If nothing else the training would expand the range of services that Britney could provide and that would be a good thing for Mindy’s performance review with her superiors. She was finally up for promotion to Division Head and having a current and recent demonstration of her strict control over her service providers was always a desirable performance trait on her evaluations. Heck…someday she might even become Dr. Inon’s replacement as head of the department.

Idly, she turned and considered again the offer that had been tendered.

Occasionally, clients become enamored with service providers and will make an offer to buy out the remainder of a whore’s contract.

This is usually a bad deal for the service as they have to make due without the whore until the next scheduled bimbo lottery recruits new providers in the numbers needed to make up the difference.

Personnel shortfalls led to increased bookings for the rest of the service providers.

And there was still the delay in training before the new whores…service providers…can be placed into service.

An offer would usually have to be extremely generous for the NSSA&M to even consider it.

And then there was ‘who’ made the offer. The customer in question was known for being extremely “strict” with his service providers. More than once he had been cited and his account temporarily suspended for “Taking Excessive Liberties” with the service providers.

Bureaucratic mumbo jumbo double-speak for ‘abuse’ and for ‘abusing the whores’.

Mindy glanced at Brandi’s customer service satisfaction reviews and noted that her ratings were just barely positive with her aggregate total score of the minimum acceptable 69%.

Mindy compared Britney’s record to their star service provider, Brandi and her near flawless service record and aggregate customer satisfaction score of 96%.

Mindy calculated the expected earnings over the remainder of Brat’s term of service plus interest, factoring in inflation, the cost of acquiring and training a replacement, and of course, a minimum surcharge of 50%.

The offer she received for Brat was on the low end of consideration and would usually lead to extended negotiations, but as Mindy turned her attention to Britney’s annual evaluation she also did a few calculations and noted that Britney’s average earnings were among the lowest of any of the feminized male service providers in the NSSA&M. She also had the fewest repeat customers of all the whores in the service.