The cheap hotel carpeting prickled her legs through the sheer black nylons as jenny knelt by the door. Although she and Master Robert had met like this before, she always felt a twinge of apprehension while she waited for Him to arrive. Would He show up? Would she be abandoned? Would she ever see Him again? The questions swirled in her blonde head, conjuring up nightmares of betrayal and loss.

Her rational mind knew this was all nonsense, but the imagination knows no rationality. From their first on-line encounter, through an extended 'courtship,' and several RT meets, jenny had tried to be the perfect slave-slut for Master Robert. She had eagerly submitted to every requirement and order He had issued, never questioning except for clarification. His cane, whips, and paddle had bruised her, clamps scraped her nipples raw, she had swallowed all the cock and cum He fed her, but still a hint of insecurity remained. It wasn't from anything He had said or done, but rather from her own lack of confidence. As a TG pain-slut, she was all too aware she was one orifice shy of providing complete service to her Master, and felt the lack keenly. To assuage her guilt, she begged Sir Robert for harsher discipline than even He required of her.

At first her insatiable appetite for pain caused Sir Robert to hesitate to inflict as much punishment on her flesh as she plainly needed. With each session, He grew more confident that she wasn't insane, but a genuine, to the heart pain-slut, and He was soon wringing true screams and shuddering pain-orgasms from her,

Today, she was to begin a new phase of her training as she learned to be Sir Robert's 'bathroom slave' as He termed it. Numerous E-mails had detailed His instructions. Jenny hoped she hadn't forgotten anything. She craved rather than feared even His worst punishments, but didn't want to disappoint her Master. The pain of that would be far worse than any torture He might choose to inflict on her.

Her daydreams ended with the sound of the doorknob turning. Jenny instantly assumed Sir Robert's "Present" position, kneeling, knees together, ass cheeks resting on the spike heels her hands gripped, thrusting her breasts up and outward, head bowed, mouth open and ready.

She was kneeling so the door could swing open without her having to move. Master Robert stood in the open doorway, "Hello, my sweet bitch."

Even before He spoke, jenny knew it was Him. She caught the scent of His cologne and the underlying male musk that was His alone.

"Oh Master, Your whore has missed you so..," jenny gushed.

The loud snap of His fingers signaled jenny to break position, inch forward, and caress His legs up to His zipper. Holding the fabric open with trembling fingers, she lifted the zipper pull with her tongue, and biting it with her teeth, dragged it painfully down.. Fishing out His Cock, she gave a little squeal of joy as she engulfed Him deep in her mouth. His groan told her that He too needed her right where she was. Jenny could smell and taste the stale urine drips and public restroom stink on Him from His trip, but didn't slow down her oral service..

Grabbing her hair and earrings with both hands, He began thrusting deep in her throat. She sucked and slurped as best she could while letting Him set the tempo and depth. A thought of gratitude floated through her mind that she was glad He had trained the gag reflex out of her so He could ream her throat at will. Closing her eyes, she felt Him swell even thicker, hold full depth, and cum deep as she swallowed His gift, knowing her throat's spasms gave Him a final tweak of pleasure.

The door to the hallway was completely open during her fellatio. Master Robert did not care if anyone saw her servicing Him, and knew the humiliation only heightened her senses while deepening her submission. Even as she knelt there with a throat-full of cock, jenny had blushed when she saw the bottom edge of a housekeeping cart slowly pass by, and the black hose and white shoes of the maid stop, turn, obviously staring at the sex show jenny was providing. Then the maid pushed her cart on down the hall without a word. Even if the maid were able to ignore jenny's slurping, noisy performance, it was impossible to not see her on her knees, black bra plainly visible through the sheer white nylon blouse, the black hose and most of her thighs which the very short skirt couldn't cover.

Catching His breath after cumming, He looked down and asked, "Did the maid see you blowing me?"

"Yes, Master, she stopped and watched for a while," jenny replied, voice thick with cum. Her engorged, flushed cheeks hid the deep blush she felt overtake her when she thought about being seen as a cheap whore at work, on her knees with a cock in her mouth.

"A little humiliation is good for my slut," Master Robert told her, as He grabbed her breasts and dragged her painfully to her feet. "Did you douche as ordered---?"

"Yes, Master. 'Three times a day for three days, 3 quarts each, hold each filling for ten minutes, nipples clamped for each session, no plug, one hot soap water, one hot soap soup, one hot vinegar water, the final day, finish with hot water douches to clear,' " jenny recited dutifully with a slight shudder. She remembered the horrible cramps and scorching gush that relieved them, but left her poor hole tight and tender.

The soap Master required, although a readily available national brand, wasn't a mild one, but gave instant burning irritation to the inside and outside of her 'cunt.' A gallon plastic milk jug in her bathroom held two shaved bars of it dissolved into a thick 'soap soup.' A cup per quart of hot water produced a heavy, punishing enema that coated her insides far up. The mandatory hot water/vinegar finale did little to rinse out the stinging coating, so she clenched her anus in tight agony all day until the next day's ordeal began the cycle again.

"I'm glad you learned my 'douche rule.' When I tell you to douche, that is what you are to follow, TO THE LETTER," Master Robert emphasized.

"Yes, Sir Robert. Your whore will do her best to obey."

"No bitch, you WILL obey. Is that clear?" He countered.

"Oh Master, this bitch will obey, but the cramps are terrible and the soap soup and the vinegar ones are nearly impossible to hold. Couldn't Your slut use a plug to help hold them?" jenny realized she was whining like a six year old instead of a mature woman.

With a laugh, He told her, "That's the idea, you stupid blonde bitch. The harder it is to hold the full douche in your ass, the more you'll squeeze that hole. The more exercise it gets, you'll be that much better a fuck with great muscle control."

Once again jenny was overwhelmed and awed by the far-reaching intelligence of this dominant Master, and how fortunate she was to be loved and desired by Him.

"I need a 'full shower.' Did you bring everything I ordered?"

"Y-yes, Master," jenny answered. She had been mentally focused on the douching ordeal and suddenly realized that Sir Robert was increasing the pressure as He cruelly pinched her breasts.

She slowly undressed Him, marveling as each new area of chiseled muscle came into view. I'm one lucky bitch, she thought, to have a man like this love me, a TG slut.

While He shaved, jenny made up the pre-measured mild castile soap enema solution for Master Robert's cleansing. She heated the precise pint of bottled water in the room's microwave, and only had to add one ice cube to bring it to the specified 99 degree temperature. She also filled her veteran enema bag with three quarts of hot water from the tub faucet and added a pint of vinegar.

As the hot shower steamed the room cozily, she watched Him rinse His razor.

"Everything is ready, Master," she told Him.

His naked cock jiggled as He motioned her to turn around and bend over.

Not bothering with any lube, He pushed the enema bag's thick douche nozzle into her puckered 'cunt.' Unsnapping the hose clamp, He was rewarded with her moan as the flow of hot water hit. He had noticed that jenny had followed His suggestion to drill out the nozzle's holes to increase the flow. 'That's my good bitch,' he thought.

Once the flow began, He pulled her shoulders up so she stood straight. The standing enema produced immediate cramps behind her tight girdle, and the vinegar only increased the effect. When the bag was empty, the nozzle was replaced with a medium sized plug minus any lubrication.

The gut-wrenching cramps drew groans as she carefully greased the delicate tip of Master's bulb syringe.

After testing the shower's temperature, He stepped in, telling her to take her heels off and get in too, bringing the bathroom's wastebasket with her.

With His head under the flowing water, He spread His cheeks. Getting to her knees behind Him, jenny buried her nose in His crack and kissed and licked His pungent ass.

As the shower soaked her clothes, jenny realized how erotic it really was -- her nylons were slick as silk, the girdle felt even tighter, holding her churning guts in a grip of iron, the sopping bra clung to her breasts.

"Now I need cleaned inside," He told her.

Ever so gently, she inserted the enema tip, and squeezed the body temp solution in.

"Ah, that feels nice," Master Robert said as she removed the syringe. "Are you ready for this, bitch?"

"Yes Master, Your slut is here to provide any service You wish."

On her knees behind Him, jenny couldn't avoid the brown spray He expelled. The solid lumps she caught in her hands and deposited in the wastebasket beside her. Thankfully it was a petite enema, not the three quarts she held. Still, tears rolled down her face as jenny looked at her spattered clothes and realized that she had just performed the absolutely lowest service a slut could.

Master let her rinse off so she could wash Him without making a mess. As she lathered His body, she was glad to see that most of her brown decorations did wash off and swirl down the drain, but she still felt filthy dirty to her core.

His bathing complete, Master Robert stepped out of the shower and permitted jenny to strip off her soiled clothes. He pulled the plug from her ass and she gratefully expelled the solution. Emptied and drained, she thoroughly washed her body, and scrubbed down the shower before getting out.

She dumped and rinsed the wastebasket, flushing everything away. She left her drenched clothes in a pile for later.

He lounged on the bed watching the television as jenny put on a fresh girdle and matching black bra, stockings and her high heels. Throwing on a sheer pink hip-length robe, she hurried to the mirror over the sink and put on the whorish makeup He preferred.

Rolling onto His side, He pointed to His ass and told her, "Make sure I'm clean."

Lying behind His legs, jenny gently spread Master Robert's cheeks and gave the intimate kiss of submission. He smelled perfect, but her delicate tongue detected the pungent, sickly sweet taste as it swirled, caressed and teased His anus. Her thrusting tongue earned a sigh of pleasure.

"Whenever I tell you that I want 'full-service', bitch you will do everything exactly as today. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir Robert. This slut desires only to serve as Your complete pain-slave," jenny answered with a quiver of excitement. His words thrilled her. He wanted to keep her as His slave!

"I was going to save your 'cunt' for the wedding night, but since you're all cleaned out, I'm going to take your cherry tonight," He said.

'Wedding night!' Did Master truly want her as His wife? Jenny nearly fainted with joy at the thought of living as His wife, a woman always. Her life's dream was becoming reality!

She was a 'virgin.' Yes, she'd used plugs and dildos on herself, but no man had ever penetrated her.

"W-w-will it hurt, Master?" jenny asked shyly.

"Oh yes, bitch, you can count on that," He smirked. "You will shed tears and blood, but you will learn who your Master is, and cum for me."

With a devilish smile, jenny replied, "This slut already knows who her Master is, Sir."

Getting up, Master Robert opened His suitcase and retrieved a limber fiberglass switch.

Ordered to her knees, jenny kissed the sheets as she gripped and spread her ass cheeks. Without the luxury of a gag, she was soon groaning, and then squealing with each stroke into her crack, with most of them landing squarely on her actual orifice. Gawd those hurt! She had never experienced anything like this, but Master seemed to be enjoying himself and taunted her as she cried out in pain. The 'cunt whipping' seemed to go on forever. By the time Sir Robert stopped swinging the rod, jenny was certain her anus was blistered and bleeding. Muscle liniment was smeared into her abraded flesh. Tight panties and a maxi-pad made sure her poor whipped hole couldn't escape the chemical's sting. For good measure, Sir Robert squeezed out a thick dollop of the muscle rub on the rear part of the pad where it would contact her whipped slit. She cringed as the pad reached her ass. Sir Robert laughed when she cried out and went up on her tiptoes from the pain as He made sure the maxi-pad was seated deep in her crack.

Jenny was a little disappointed, but hurt too much to object when Master Robert got dressed, selected a skirt and blouse for her and took her out for supper.

Biting her lip, Jenny managed to hold her cries to low moans when she sat in Master's car, and again at the restaurant. The food was excellent, as Sir Robert remarked, but jenny had little appetite. Thoughts of her bridal ordeal spun in her head and twisted her guts.

Seeing the telltale lipstick smudges on the rim of her water glass, jenny excused herself to the Ladies Room as Sir Robert savored His coffee. Although she only needed to re-do her lipstick, jenny nevertheless entered a stall, and went through the ritual to pee, a quick wipe of the toilet seat, then holding her skirt up, she had to unfasten all six of the girdle's garters so her panties and the torturing pad could slide down to her knees. With one hand bunching up her skirt to keep it from contact with the toilet, she used a small square of tissue to blot, then laboriously reversed the procedure so she was once again 'street-legal.'

On the ride back to the hotel, Sir Robert chatted pleasantly while fondling her nyloned thigh and jutting breasts. The attention made her feel like a desirable woman, and not just a slave-slut. She loved it.

The closer they got to the hotel, the more nervous jenny became. Oh, she wanted to be the perfect woman for Master Robert, whatever kind of woman He wanted her to be: slave, slut, cocksucking bitch, pain-pig, whore. But this was her first time with a real cock in her 'cunt,' and she wanted to make her Master proud.

She was surprised when He pulled into the parking lot of a big discount store. Once stopped, He handed jenny some money for her silver 'hooker' purse, and sent her into the store to buy white cotton panties. She didn't understand, but didn't question Him. Nothing except nylon had ever touched her butt when she was permitted to wear panties.

Having shopped for women's clothing often enough, both dressed en femme and not, jenny didn't mind going through the women's panty display until she found the right size in white cotton. With only the package of panties on the counter, she blushed and whispered, "It's my period," to the cashier who realized that jenny was a TG woman. Fumbling as she put the change in her purse, jenny grabbed the bag and fairly ran from the store. She wouldn't be coming back to this store, she decided.

The steady tattoo of her spike heels on the concrete steadied her nerves as she walked to the car. She blushed deeper as she described the humiliation of telling the cashier it was her period. Master put an arm around her neck, pulled her close and kissed her deep while squeezing her breast hard enough to make her gasp.

"Good girl, the humiliation is good for you, even if it isn't your period, He told her.

As ladylike as she could, jenny used the sun visor's mirror to touch up her smudged lipstick.

Once back in the hotel room, Sir Robert ordered her out of the skirt and blouse. He snapped his fingers and merely said, "Panties." She understood, and undoing all six of the girdle's garters, she gratefully removed the panties with the maxi-pad.

He had her wash off the remaining liniment from her slit, then tighten up the skin by swabbing on witch hazel. "It does wonders for the skin," He proclaimed.

Returning to the bedroom, He pointed to the bed with the cane He held and said only, "On your knees, bitch."

Because jenny had only refastened the front garters after removing the panties, she only had to fold up the girdle in back to fully expose her ass for her Master's use.

After she knelt, He commanded, "Spread."

With her face in the sheet, jenny reached back and spread her cheeks. She had seen the cane in His hand and knew she would suffer before being impaled by His Cock.

"One hundred. Count each one," was all He said.

One hundred strokes of the cane -- on her slit! Shuddering, jenny braced for the pain. By the time she counted, "Twenty-seven, Master," she was sobbing. At about forty-two, she was bawling, promising anything for the comfort of a gag. As a true pain-pig, she took the whole hundred strokes without losing count or begging Him to stop. She knew her willingness to suffer both excited and pleased Him. If He wanted her as His wife, then she would be the very best whore/slut in the world.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath from the beating, He climbed on the bed and kneed her thighs open wider. She heard Him spit on His hand and wet His Cock. Realizing that was all the lube she was going to get, jenny clenched the sheet and set her jaw as Sir Robert seated the tip of His Cock in her 'cunt.' Despite her bucking and shrieks of agony, Master Robert only needed about three thrusts to force His throbbing Cock completely into her steaming tunnel.

"O-o-ohh...," she moaned with His first push.

Certain she could take Him, size-wise, jenny wasn't so sure about a dry fuck. But if her Master and 'husband' wanted her dry and screaming, then she would oblige.

She tried to relax and open for Him, but His second thrust hurt so much and only gained Him another half-inch.

"ooohh Master, take me! Hurt me! Make me Your bitch!" jenny panted to control her pain.

The sound of spitting told her the moment was at hand. Clutching the sheet, jenny flexed her legs and pointed her toes straight like a ballerina despite the five-inch 'fuck-me' heels.

Waiting for Sir Robert to finish His spit-lube, the thought tumbled in her brain that this was the fate of women who wore 'fuck-me' heels. Despite the pain she knew awaited, jenny vowed to wear only heels from that day forward.

Satisfied, He centered His tip again on her puckered hole. Sir Robert grabbed her waist and shoved His hips forward.

As His Cock ripped into her, jenny shrieked, her head shot up from the mattress, gasping for air. Since He was completely inside, He released her waist, and reaching around, pinched both nipples and dragged her face down to the bed. Through her red fog of pain, jenny understood and held the position.

Gripping her hips with bruising force, He began driving hard into her, each stroke nearly full length, slamming into her welted slit.

"Yes, oh yes, Master, make me a woman. Oh , oh, oh take me hard, use me Master, fuck me deep, make me Your whore..." jenny babbled in her delirium, gasping and squealing between words as He rammed her as fast and ferociously as He could. Feeling Him swell even thicker, jenny knew from oral experience that He was almost there. Squeezing her tortured ass around Him, she milked Him to orgasm. The internal orgasm triggered by the pummeling of her G-spot/prostate surprised and delighted jenny.
The coppery flavor of blood greeted her tongue as she cleaned Him afterwards.

Stroking her hair as she worked, He told her, "Now you're a woman, jenny. I took your cherry. You're my bitch, the slut-whore I'll train for my total service. "

"Yes, Master," jenny garbled out around a mouthful of Cock.

Her cleaning chores finished, jenny pulled up the white cotton panties and snugged up the garters again. He told her she would sleep in the cotton panties, girdle, bra, hose and heels until she stopped bleeding when fucked. This first pair of bloodied panties were never to be washed, but she would frame them and hang them in the bedroom.

Later, lying in His arms, jenny burrowed deep and listened to Him discuss her future training, the logistics of her moving in, and finances. The practicalities didn't interest her at all. She would gladly do whatever Sir Robert decided. Jenny was planning the wedding and honeymoon. Should she surprise Him with pierced nipples or beg Him to do them? How about a tattoo or maybe a brand as a wedding present? Wow, jenny thought, being a woman is so much more than tampons, makeup, heels and hose, as she drifted into sleep beside the man who would become her Husband.