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Sissyslave gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut

Part 8

Sissy gunnarsub Turned Into A Slut

part 8

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A few weeks have passed now. I have been pushed down the road to becoming a
public slut with my identity being disclosed to more and more people without me
knowing who knows my secret. Marcel as well as MISTRESS Tatjana and her fellow
MISTRESSES do their utmost to add to my humiliation in front of others.

At least they did not insist to continue forcing me to publish my "training
sessions" as in the beginning. But now Marcel saw the following mail I recently
received from Pain Master, one of the readers of my story in BDSM Library:

It has been a long time since you have let heard from you! What the fuck is
happening? Are your new Masters not letting you report what is happening! You
better get your acts together and report back to us. You can't stop in the
middle of it all.

Losts of pain and humiliation to you.

Pain Master

I wished he had not seen this mail. Because now he ordered me to disclose that I
have to offer my services as a slut personally in all gay hangouts in the city
where I live. While Francis and he wait at my home I have to manage to return
within one hour with a customer who is prepared to fuck me for one Euro. Before
I leave I have to put lickstick on and polish my fingernails. I am allowed to
wear trousers but these are tight and comparatively thin stretch trousers and
everybody can easily detect my chastity belt underneath. Even worse, the opening
on the back part of the belt is well displayed through the thin cloth. And
Francis likes the idea that I wear a bra visible through the thin shirt. My
shoes have heels of about three inches and are locked by a padlock in such a way
that they cannot be removed without the key. In such a humiliating outfit they
send me to one of these hangouts, of course without any money.

It takes me 15-20 minutes to get to the hangout, walking there is like running
the gauntlet. As one hour means a tight schedule I have to leave my flat without
the time for checking whether a neighbour may be around.  So in the meantime a
series of neighbours have seen me in my slut outfit, and I am pretty sure that
through gossiping all of them know about it. People on the street either stare
at me or make naughty comments. I have no other choise than run the gauntlet.

In the hangouts I am in the meantime wellknown as by order I have to introduce
myself as slave and slut gunnarsub to everybody I approach. Can you imagine how
humiliating it is to address others, introducing yourself as a slut and offering
them to fuck you for one Euro? In most cases people are not alone and I cannot
avoid that others listen. Often such a situation encourages comments at high
voice, especially when I offer a blowjob free of charge in order to get into
business.

Knowing that I have only about 20-25 minutes to acquire a customer I do
everything in order to succeed. I know that after 60 minutes, definitely not
after 61 minutes, I have to be back at my flat and report to Marcel and Francis,
with or without customer. And I know, too, that arriving without a customer
means to get cruelly whipped what even for a pain slut like me is no fun at all,
and in the meantime I am prepared to do everything to avoid getting whipped.

I will never forget what happened when I had been ordered to prostitute myself
for the first time. Trying to avoid being seen by too much people, almost 30
minutes had already passed when I eventually arrived at the hangout. Of course
there was no way to succeed getting a customer within time, so I decided to
hurry back home and to ask Marcel for more time. But instead of granting me that
they ordered me to strip and cuffed me to a chain dangling from the ceiling in
my flat. Then they took off my chastity belt and Francis caned my ass in such a
way that I couldn`t help crying. There was no mercy, I received 50 stinging
strokes on my ass which was then covered by bruises and welts. I was in tears
when Francis finally stopped. Without saying a word Marcel took the cane, went
behind me and gave my another 10 strokes an the back. It hurt unbelievably, much
more than on my ass. Then Marcel told me cooly that I would get another 50
strokes on my back unless I managed to get fucked by a customer in front of
their eyes within the next hour and he added that the same would happen if the
customer would not be satisfy with my performance.

Within 15 minutes I was back in the hangout and being aware of the time pressure
I immediately addressed one guest after the other and just asked whether he
would be prepared to fuck me. In vain. There were some 20 gays in the hangout
and to all of them I had offered my ass. I got desperate. I stood there, not
knowing what to do when suddenly somebody called "Hi, slut." It was a tall,
muscular guy of some 100kg whom I had also asked and who had rejected my offer.
"You offer your ass for money, slut?" he asked at high voice. I turned red and
answered "Yes, sir."

"Let me see what you offer, slut."  I did not know what he wanted me to do but
seconds later learnt "Pants down, slut." At the place where I was standing
almost everybody could see me and looked at me following the discussion.

Slowly, I put down my trousers, displaying myself in a most humiliating way in
my chastity belt, crossdressed and pants down. "Why should I fuck you, slut," he
asked.

For a moment I hesitated but then said " I am a slave and have been ordered by
my Master and his friend to become a slut." He got up, turned around me and
probed my ass with his finger, still in front of now almost everybody watching.
"Let's go, slut."

Arriving at my flat it turned out that he was a friend of Marcel and Francis. He
had been waiting fore me in the hangout, monitoring my behaviour as slut. Marcel
and Francis recorded with their cam how he negotiated with me, how I offered
sucking him, cleaning his shoes with my tongue, and getting fucked for one Euro.

...

In the meantime I have been ordered to disclose

my profile in yahoo as http://profiles.yahoo.com/gunnarsub

my icq # 62881322 with my Unified Messaging Center
http://web.icq.com/wwp?Uin=62881323

my homepage http://www.geocities.com/gunnarsub/enslaved.html
and my e-mail ghofme@balcab.ch

so that everybody can trace me, contact me and address me as slut.



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