Chapter 8 Chrissie Learns to ServeChapter 8Chrissie Learns to ServeThe weekend was a blur as the overdose of hormones rushed through mybody. The nurse in the clinic I visit every week obviously had a big envything going on with Helen, my doctor and the woman I have devoted myselfto. Instead of my normal dose of oestrogen she took advantage of Helen’sabsence and hiked up the treatment considerably, threatening to reporther to the medical board if I ever revealed what she had done to me. Ihad no choice but to accept my fate and go through even more hot flashesthan I had ever experienced. I mostly stayed in bed with mommy who hadcome up from Sydney to help me after my breast implant surgery. We had tokeep ourselves in good shape because we were both starting our new jobsat Derek’s brothel in Mayfair on Monday. Mommy was going to be the newreceptionist and I was going to be the first t-girl to work there. Bothof us were going to be the centre of a lot of scrutiny in the coming weekbecause I sensed a lot of the women that worked there weren’t comfortablewith my sexual identity. It helped that the matron, Kate, had hit it offwith both of us during our Friday afternoon briefing.My soon-to-be ex-wife, Heidi, is off in Ibiza with Helen until earlyMonday evening. I am going to be served divorce papers shortly, which isactually a relief for me because one of my wife’s lovers has made herpregnant and they are planning to keep the baby. My wife and Helen arefriends which is why I ended up in Helen’s hands when my jealousy over mywife’s affairs began to destroy our marriage. I married Heidi over fiveyears ago when both mommy and I decided that our life together wasgetting out of hand and I tried escape the binds of the deeply submissiverelationship I had with her and regain my masculinity. It was a mistakefrom the start as Heidi made clear, even before we were betrothed. I wasnever going to be man enough to satisfy her deep sexual needs, althoughit took Helen’s help to fully realise that and accept who I am. When wearrived in London Heidi took me to Helen who immediately recognised theproblem and temporarily put me on a dose of Depo-Provera, which is awonder d**g that chemically castrates a man. With my sexual drive gonethe jealousy disappeared along with it, but Helen didn’t stop there. Atthe same time she began me on a rigorous course of oestrogen treatmentthat brought out my feminine nature, changed my body significantly andshrunk my inadequate sexual organs to the minuscule size they are now.Thankfully, Helen finally took me off the Depo-Provera, helped arrange mybreast implant surgery and ultimately introduced me to Derek, who ownsthe brothel I am soon to be working in.Derek also took my virginity. He was the first man I ever went down on tocompletion and took inside me. Both my mother and I have had his brandtattooed on our ass, a requirement for all the girls who work for him. Ihave entered into an open ended commitment to him and will work until hedecides I am no longer of use as a sissy prostitute which, according tothe Kate, might be as long as 20 years. All the funds I make will beplaced in my new benevolent owner’s account. Helen, who revealed mywife’s plan to leave me, has now taken control of my life and I havefully committed to being under her control. I have a discrete tattoo onthe back of my neck, which is normally covered by my shoulder lengthhair, which states that I am Helen’s property. I am as equally proud ofthat as I am of having Derek’s initials tattooed on my ass cheek.A lot of people would think my relationship with my mother is sick, butshe was the one who I first had sex with and is really the love of mylife. I was and still am deeply devoted to her and she recognised fromthe moment when I was 13 years old and begged to go down on her freshlyused pussy and lap up her lover’s seed, that I was never going to be thesort of alpha-male who could satisfy a woman. Each time I pushed herboundaries she became more empowered as a woman and I became moresubmissive. After my father died when I was 18 the process of feminisingme began in earnest and I only dressed as a male when I was outside thehouse. At my insistence my mother began to enjoy the sight of me drinkingher morning pee, licking her ass clean after she emptied her bowels andbending over and accepting the lashes she gave daily with the riding cropI bought her. When I left she married a handsome, rich and much youngerman and moved to Australia. At 55 she is still a stunning woman and,although there is a 25 year age gap between us, we are now mistaken forsisters, never mother and c***d.We are slight, thin and petite. Her blonde hair has darkened so shehighlights it now whereas my hair is honey blonde with platinum streaks.My mother has a wicked sexual imagination and my new life fascinates her.Her only regret is that she didn’t fully feminise me in my youth. If shehad started me on hormones in my teenage years I might have naturallydeveloped my breasts, although our sex life would have been curtailed.She understood that my sexual satisfaction was wrapped up in a desire tobe totally submissive and she understood that each step of degradationshe could inflict on me only made me more committed to her.I would hide myself in my bedroom in the afternoons after I got back fromschool whilst she had her well endowed lovers over and, when they left, Iwould join her in bed and wait with anticipation for her to rest herhands on the top of my head and push me down between her legs where Iwould lick her pussy clean before getting her off with my tongue. I knewthe individual taste of her lovers who were both of my uncles. They werethe sort of alpha-males my father and I weren’t. When my mother didfinally allow me to enter her I always did so when her pussy was slickwith a combination of their thick semen and her love juices and I alwaysfelt inadequate as I never experienced the tightness that their largecocks did and I could never control myself and always spent my seedwithin seconds. After I was done with her then my mother would smile andpush me down to clean up the mess I made.Saturday and Sunday was largely a blur for me. My mother sometimes playedwith my little cock and, when I was swept up in a strong hormonal rush,she would use the dildo on me to help loosen me for the coming week. Shealso would gently suck my enlarged nipples which sent waves of pleasurethrough me. My breasts are my most sensitive points. I can feel mymother’s fingers when she toys with my cock and balls but that does notsend the jolt of electricity through me like when my nipples are touched.I woke up early Monday morning because mommy had to be at the brothel at9:00 am and I had to be there at 10:30. After work we were going toHelen’s apartment. I am going to take up residence there in the guestbedroom and mommy is going to stay in my house, or at least that is theplan. I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. At mommy’ssuggestion I gave myself an enema to make sure I was clean for myclients. Then I quickly showered and washed my hair. I blow dried itdownstairs so as not to wake my mother and made coffee and toast for her,which I carried up on a tray to serve her in bed. I put it on the floorand gently nudged mommy’s shoulder to wake her. She woke with a start,smiled at me and bounded off to the toilet. When she returned she carrieda large glass of her morning pee for me to drink.”I wonder if Helen is going to give you that kaçak iddaa every morning,” mommy saidas she watched me eagerly drink it. “In some ways that would make mejealous. I love the idea of having a part of me inside you every day.”Mommy slipped under the covers and plumped up two pillows behind her. Iput the tray on her lap and went around to the other side of the bed andslipped under the covers. We were both nude except for the bra I waswearing to protect my breasts, which were still somewhat sensitive. Isnuggled up to my mother and stroked her leg under the covers while shedrank her coffee and ate her toast.”You must be nervous today,” mommy said as she finished her coffee andput the tray on the floor next to the bed. “You’ve only had one real maninside you and today you are going to have to get used to having lots ofmen each day.”Before I could reply my phone buzzed with a text message. Mommy picked itup from the bedside table and handed it to me. I could see the messagewas from Helen so I quickly downloaded it and read it.”It’s from Helen,” I said to mommy as I scrolled down the message. “Shewants me to go to John Lewis and pick up some clothes and things she hasordered online for me and she has invited you to dinner at her apartmentthis evening at 8:00 pm. I am supposed to pick up some food and wine andmake something nice. I am going to her place directly after work and geteverything ready. I’ll pack a bag with some of my clothes and things andtake it to work and, after I go to John Lewis I’ll take a cab to Helen’s.She gave me a key before she left.””I’ll come back home after I am done and freshen up,” mommy said, gettingup from bed. “Let me go in and shower and get dressed. I have to be therein an hour.”While mommy was preparing herself for her first day of work as areceptionist I made the bed, straightened her things, picked up her dirtyclothes and put them in the hamper and went to the kitchen and did thedishes. After she kissed me goodbye I packed some things in a smallovernight bag, put makeup on and got dressed. I put on a suspender belt,stockings, matching bra and panties and slipped into a shift dress,finishing the look off with black heels. When I looked at myself in themirror I was pleased. I didn’t look like I was off to work as aprostitute. I looked like a normal suburban woman dressed for a luncheondate. After packing some toiletries in my handbag I locked up the houseand caught a taxi to the Mayfair brothel. It was a well enough knownhouse of prostitution that the taxi driver gave me a knowing look when Itold him my destination.When I entered the brothel the phones were ringing off the hook and mymother had a harried look on her face as she quickly acknowledged me. Oneof the girls gave me a suspicious glance and directed me to the kitchen,which was the unofficial staff lounge for the girls. The other girls weredrinking tea and talking among themselves but quieted when Kate enteredthe room.”Ok, listen up,” Kate said, speaking loudly so we all could hear her.”We’ve got Chrissie starting with us today. I know all of you were upsetthat Derek chose to bring a t-girl to join us but I want each of you tolook at the tattoo on the back of her neck today.”I pulled my hair aside so the girls could see my tattoo which stated thatI was Helen’s property and a few of them giggled, but they mostly seemedto accept me and I began to feel a little like a belonged. Nevertheless Iwas blushing deeply because of the attention.”Chrissie is a submissive sissy and his little cock can’t get hardanymore,” Kate told the girls. “When you have some free time today, feelfree to take a look at it. Once you see it you will realise he is aboutas far away from being a man as we are. We are only allowing naturallydominant clients to see him. This house is only for heterosexual men.Every straight guy has a t-girl kink they explore occasionally and that’swhy Derek chose Chrissie to join us.””We are booked solidly today so try to make the clients satisfied and getthem out of the door as soon as possible,” Kate added. “Make sure themaids change the sheets quickly and spray some air freshener so it didn’tsmell just like sex. Watch your hygiene and clean yourself after eachclient has left. Remember to spray a little underarm deodorant before yousee a new client and put new lipstick on. By the end of the day you’llstart smelling so take a shower after you are finished.””Chrissie, I want you to follow me now,” Kate said, levelling her gaze atme. “I want to talk to you alone and show you where to put your things.”I followed Kate through the kitchen door and further back in the house.We reached a small room with a number of hooks on the wall. She gave me ahanger and showed me where to leave my handbag and overnight case. Iquickly slipped off my dress, hung it up neatly and followed her to theoffice and closed the door behind me. She sat on the chair behind thedesk and indicated with a nod of her head the chair she wanted me to sitin. I felt uncomfortable just wearing knickers, a bra, stockings andheels, but that was a feeling I would have to get over if I was going tojoin Derek’s group of women.”I didn’t quite expect the reaction we got when I sent the email noticetoday to our clients with the pictures of the girls who are workingtoday,” she said studying the appointment book that was laid out on herdesk. “You are already booked solidly through till Friday evening with 12appointments each day, so we are throwing you into the deep end on yourfirst day. You’ve got to keep smiling, make your clients comfortable and,for God’s sake, do whatever you have to do to get them off and out thedoor.””Your room is on the first floor and has your name on it,” Kate added.”Once the client leaves find a maid to change the sheets and go into thetoilet and freshen up. There are two tubes of lubricant up there. If yourun out tell a maid and she’ll get you more. Your mother will show theclients into the room and tell them to undress. She will put a bow on theoutside doorknob to let you know that the client is waiting for you. Takethat bow off the knob and put it on the dresser when you go in. You mayget tips and those are for you to keep. Put them in the dresser until youleave. You don’t have to worry, nobody will take them.”Now you have to get to work,” Kate said, glancing at the clock on herdesk. “Hurry up to your room. There will be a client there waiting foryou.”I stood up, took a deep breath and went out of the office and up thestairs to the first floor. I walked down the hall and noticed my name ona plaque which hung from a hook on the door and noted that a bow washanging from the doorknob. I took it off and tossed it on the dresserafter I entered the room and climbed into bed with my first client. Hewas relatively handsome and fit, with a smooth chest and muscularshoulders. I could see he was married by the ring on his left hand. Ithelped put me at ease when he smiled as he looked over my body.I moved next to him and let him take me in his arms. I felt small when heheld me and I just followed my instincts as I kissed his chest and movedmy hand down to his already hard cock and fondled it.”This is something that I want inside me,” I whispered into his ear,gripping his cock tightly and moving my hand up and down on it. “Pleaselet me suck it first and lick your balls for awhile before you fuck me.”I didn’t wait for a response before I moved my head down and took hisballs in my mouth and kaçak bahis gently sucked him, whilst using my hand to excitehim further. Then I lifted my head and licked the precum off his helmetand lowered my mouth on his cock. I began to moan with pleasure as a waveof hormones passed through my body, heating my chest and making me flush.”God, you are so fucking hot,” said my client, whose name I hadn’tbothered to ask. “I am going to drill my cock inside you and fucking fillyou with my hot cum. I got so fucking hard looking at your picture in theemail today that I have been hard ever since.”He pulled me up, literally flipped me over and lifted my ass up. It wasall happening so fast and I was into the throes of a hormonal rush, so Icouldn’t help but moan with pleasure as I heard him slap some lubricanton his hard cock and pull my knickers aside and begin to enter me.Thankfully, he was gentle at first. Perhaps he sensed that he was one ofthe first men to have me and knew he would hurt me if he entered me tooquickly, but when he was fully inside me he began pumping his cock deeplyin and out of my hole with a v******e that only made the hormonal rushesthat were sweeping through my body more powerful. With each thrust hetook I moaned with pleasure and I could tell he was getting near a climaxwith he became more erratic in his movements. I reached underneath mybody and took his balls in my hand and could feel them contract when hebegan emptying his load into me.It was all over in ten minutes and as he got up from the bed and I couldhear him putting his clothes on I stayed where I was, my face in apillow, and tried to regain my senses. I could only turn my head to smileat him as he buckled up his trousers and put on his suit jacket. He hadthat superior look of an alpha male who had just used someone solely fortheir pleasure. It was not an insolent look, but it did convey the senseof superiority he felt over me, which was only made more apparent when heput his hand in his pocket and pulled out a couple of twenty pound notesand tossed them on the bed. He left without a word.I did my best to gather myself up for the next customer which didn’t takea lot of work. I had already been thoroughly fucked and hadn’t even takenoff my heels or knickers. Thankfully my knickers were black and nettedwhich would help to camouflage the wet semen which was already leakingfrom me. I bounded out of the room, found a maid and went into thebathroom to clean up. It took five minutes to pee and clean myself with awet cloth. When I closed the bathroom door I could see the bow hangingfrom the doorknob of my room.It was like that all day, without even a pause for lunch. Only two of myclients had offered me their names although I am sure most men don’treveal their real identity to hookers. I was helped greatly by thehormonal rushes that swept through me each time a new client put his cockinside me, but the experience wore me out and, by the time the lastclient spent his seed, I felt like a limp doll and I could tell by mytelltale scent that I needed a shower more than anything in the world.I felt soiled but, instead of being ashamed by that sensation, it made mefeel proud that so many men had found me so sexually alluring and had puttheir cocks into me, knowing they were far from being the first to dothat on my first day in my new life. I went into the bathroom, locked thedoor, stripped off my stockings, knickers and bra and took a quickshower. Not having a choice, I had to put my soiled lingerie back onbefore I went down and put my dress back on. I was still leaking andcould feel semen dribbling down my legs and making my stocking tops damp.There wasn’t anything I could do about that except not sit down and stainmy dress and wait for the leakage to stop.After going to the kitchen and quickly eating a couple of biscuits, Imade my way to the reception area where mommy was gathering things up.She looked up at me with a smile and quickly went back to packing thingsin her handbag and putting the cash she had accumulated into a thick bag.She filled out a deposit slip, zipped up the bag and locked it.”I have to drop this off at the bank’s night deposit box,” mommy said,smiling brightly at me. “I can walk you part of the way to John Lewis andwe can talk about your first day.”We left together and walked in silence for a few blocks. The day had beena whirlwind and it was impossible for me to organise my thoughts. Mommyseemed to sense that and offered to pull my overnight case after she haddropped the cash off into the bank’s outside lock box.”The first thing I have to do is bring another pair of knickers to put onafter work and get some sanitary pads,” I said to mommy. “I can feelmyself still leaking. I didn’t have to use any lube after 12:00. I don’twant to sit down now and stain my dress.””We can walk to John Lewis and take the bus from there back to NottingHill and you can stand all the way,” mommy suggested. “I’ll help you withthe bags. I don’t have to go back to your house to freshen up for dinner.I’ll just stay with you and help you with the shopping.”When we got to the department store we gathered up the large packageHelen had ordered for me and headed out into Kings Road and took the busto Kensington where we changed to another bus which stopped right infront of Helen’s apartment building in Notting Hill. We ran upstairsdropped my overnight bag off and the packages from John Lewis and went tothe grocery store. I had almost forgotten the money I had collected fromtips and just stuffed in my bag. When I got inside the store I countedout almost £200 in crumpled bills so I used that money to buy threelobsters, salad and three bottles of a nice white wine. I also got a packof highly absorbent sanitary pads.I lugged the bag of groceries back to the apartment, put them in therefrigerator and I slipped into the bathroom to put a sanitary napkin onmy cum soaked panties. Then mommy and I opened the package from JohnLewis that Helen had ordered online for me. There were six cheap packagedblack dresses, more like long smocks, wrapped in plastic which weredescribed on the packaging as maid’s uniforms. Each one had beenpersonalised with my name embroidered in white thread on the left side ofthe uniform above the breast. I took one of them out of the packaging andrealised the hemline would end just about mid thigh. They were polyesterand stiff. They looked like just the sort of uniform the upper classesmade their maids wear. I found the invoice that came with the packageand, when I looked at the list of items I saw that the monogrammed maid’sdresses only cost £20 each. There was also a pair of plain two inch blackheels in the package, six pairs of black ‘granny’ knickers, a package ofblack hair ties, two plain black bras, a small brass bell of the sortused to call a servant and six pairs of 60 denier black opaque tights,size small.When I showed them to mommy she just gave me a sympathetic smile. Thenmy phone buzzed with a text from Helen. I opened it and scrolled down toread it. It was a simple one line text telling me that there was anenvelope with my name on it in the top drawer of the dresser. I went intothe bedroom and came back with the envelope and read it with mommy.Dear ChrissieEveryday after you come home from work and freshen up, I want you to putyour hair in a ponytail and put your uniform on. You will wear youruniform at all times in the house until you have to go to work.You are to clean güvenilir bahis the house and prepare dinner for me, which will beserved in the dining room, at 7:00 pm each evening. You will eatseparately in the kitchen. I will ring the bell if I need you. I expectthere to be a chilled bottle of wine waiting for me when I come home fromwork and for you to serve me a glass without prompting once I am seatedin the living room.You are not to speak to me unless spoken to and that applies also to anyguests I may have over. I am to be woken at exactly 8:00 am with coffee.You will make sure that there is a fresh towel for my shower and I haveall the toiletries I need. You will clean my bathroom every day and youwill change the sheets on the bed every three days or sooner if I havehad sex the previous night. The sheets should be ironed.All my clothes must be meticulously cared for and my needs should beanticipated. You will live in the maid’s room at the back of theapartment. There is a separate service entrance in the rear of thebuilding which you will use to come and go from the apartment. At nopoint are you to enter through the main entrance of the apartment block.If there is an important matter you would like to discuss with me leave anote on my bedside table and I will speak with you at my leisure.You have every Saturday off but your curfew is 9:00 pm and you can onlyleave the apartment after I have woken and you have served me coffee.Except for shopping for food and household goods you are not to leave thepremises except to go to work. You are to come straight home from work,although you may stop in the shops to buy necessary supplies. You willnot answer the phone in my absence nor use it for your own personalpurposes, unless it is business related.I hope you enjoyed your first day of work.Yours sincerelyHelenI took my overnight bag, the maid’s uniforms and all the other bits tothe back of the apartment and opened the door to a small room which wouldbe where a maid would sleep. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling andthe only furniture was a bare single bed with a side table. I opened thewardrobe and unpacked my bag and took all the other items out of theirwrapping and hung them up. I barely noticed that I was crying the entiretime I was in the room. It felt like my very soul had been crushed and Ialmost looked back wistfully at my old life, which only ended a day or soago. Then all I really had to worry about was an errant wife. Now thefuture looked like endless days at the brothel interspersed with my timeat my new home where I was expected to wait on Helen hand and foot. I didas instructed, though, taking off my shift dress carefully and hanging itup, removing all my lingerie and carefully taking the soaked sanitary padoff my knickers.I reapplied a new pad to my granny panties before slipping them on,unwrapped a pair of tights and carefully pulled them up, put on a plainblack bra and slipped on my maid’s uniform before putting on my newheels. Then I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and slipped on a hairtie to hold it back. I stepped into the small bathroom and looked myselfin the cracked mirror. I could hear mommy mindlessly humming a tune inthe kitchen the entire time I was changing. I carefully washed the tearsfrom my eyes and walked back through the apartment to Helen’s bedroom,which had an adjoining bathroom twice the size of my maid’s room. Istarted on the bathtub first, scrubbing it with the cleaning liquids andsponges I found under the bathroom sink. Then I cleaned the sink and gotdown on my hands and knees and sponged the floor clean. I tackled Helen’sbed next, changing the sheets and pillowcases. When I was satisfied Ivacuumed the entire apartment and mopped the kitchen floor.After the cleaning was done I gathered the dirty sheets and the clothesfrom the hamper in Helen’s room and went out the service door in the backof the apartment and carried them to the cleaners. I could see thecontempt on the face of the girl behind the counter as she looked at myuniform, carefully noting the name which was embroidered on my chest.Then I went to a white goods store and bought sheets, towels, a pillowand a comforter for my single bed.When I came back to the apartment I went into the living room. My motherwaved her empty wine glass to indicate she wanted a refill, not evenlooking up from the magazine she was perusing. I took it from her handand walked to the kitchen and filled the glass with white wine. By thetime I had put in on the coffee table in front of her the front dooropened and I could hear Helen enter. I went to greet her and when weconfronted each other in the foyer she looked me up and down and gave mea slight smile.”I expect a curtsy when you greet me in the future,” said Helen, addingsome steel to her voice. “Now get me a glass of wine and then take my baginto the bedroom and unpack and bring some slippers out for me. My shoesare killing me.”I went into the kitchen again and poured Helen a glass of wine. I couldhear her enthusiastically greeting my mother and, shortly thereafter, abrief burst of laughter from both women. I carried the glass back on atray and served it to Helen. She and mommy were both sitting on the sofatalking together. Then I collected Helen’s bag and took it to the bedroomwhere I unpacked it, throwing most of the dirty clothes into the hamper.When I had finished I took Helen’s slippers to her, kneeled on the floorand took off her shoes and put them on. She didn’t acknowledge me nor didshe thank me. The same was true for mommy. Her gaze was focused on Helenand I could already sense some electricity in the room.I went to the kitchen, prepared dinner, set the table and informed Helenand mommy that their meal was prepared. While they ate I made sure thattheir glasses were topped up. After they were finished and retired to theliving room I filled an ice bucket, opened a new bottle of white wine andset it before them on the coffee table.”Finish up the cleaning and make sure the table is wiped clean andwaxed,” Helen said to me. “After you are finished then go right to bed.”I nodded my head and turned to leave the room, realising that mommyhadn’t really said a word to me after she had read Helen’s note. I alsorealised that there was more building in her relationship with Helen thanjust friendship. Before I could close the door and leave the two women inprivacy I was interrupted by Helen’s sharp voice.”I noticed that you looked me in the eyes when I told you to go to yourroom,” Helen said sharply. “You will keep your eyes lowered when you lookat me from now on or you will be severely punished.”I lowered my head and simply nodded, hiding the tears that were buildingin my eyes, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. Icould hear laughter as I made my way to the kitchen to clean up. Once Iwas done I went to my room and took out my prescription of oestrogenpills. The only way I made it through my first day of work was because ofthe hot rushes that ran through my body every time a new man entered meand the only reason I am still having those flashes three days after myshot is because the nurse had upped the dosage of what she described as’girl juice’ considerably. I am supposed to take two tablets of oestrogenin the evening to keep the level of hormones in me level during the weekbut I popped four in my mouth and dry swallowed them in the hope I willhave the same intense rushes tomorrow as I had today. The truth is I amaddicted to the hot rushes that flush my chest and roil through my bodyand fill me with feminine and submissive urges. If I am going to live thelife Helen has planned for me, I will have to have one secret addictionto help me through.