Marilyn’s Whore Training

Marilyn came to work at a phone sex office. She had a sultry voice and was well educated. The problem she had was the same at every job. She was five foot two inches tall, weighed just over a hundred pounds and had thirty four C tits. Her ass was perfect and with jet black hair and olive skin, she was a knock out. Not like the fat old bitches that usually work sex lines. It wasn’t long until the boss called her into his office and started to ask her very personal questions. Did she have a boyfriend, does she like sex for real and not just over the phone? She began to feel uneasy like so many times before. She tried to excuse herself to go back to work but he moved from behind his desk and blocked the door. He put both hands on her shoulders and held her firmly as he spoke. Was she going to do as her boss ordered or not? This was his basic question. She had never really given it a label but she knew that when a man made a strong move on her, she always seemed to submit.

He told her to come back wearing a black thong and shelf bra so that her nipples were exposed and black four inch heels. She asked how she was supposed to get to the office with only that on ? He informed her that was her problem and to do as he ordered or she was fired. She needed the money, the pay was good and she liked the work. The next day she knocked on the boss’s door and just before she went in she tossed the rain coat she was wearing to one of the other workers and hurried through the door. Her boss wasted no time in telling her what he expected from their new arrangement. He took a long black scarf from a desk drawer and bound her hands over her head to a hook that could serve no other purpose. This told her that he must have done this before. Next he brought out an eight foot bull whip. He told that he didn’t care if anyone heard her or not and that he would judge his blows by the marks on her skin not by the sounds she made. With that he landed the first of one hundred lashes that she would receive. The red mark glowed across her nipple and breast. The pain was extreme but strangely warm and exciting. He waited between each lash to allow the pain to set in and see the mark rise. For the next fifteen minutes she was whipped in front and on her back. There was a knock at the door and she was left tied as he answered it. One of the girls was having trouble with her head set and came in to see if her boss could do anything with it. As soon a she saw Marilyn, she quickly lowered her eyes and turned her attention back to the faulty equipment. She was told to get a new one from the store room and out she went.

Every day for the next week, Marilyn’s day started with the whip. Every night it ended the same way. She wondered if her boss would require her to have sex with him. The start of the second week gave her the answer. She was ordered to remain in the office after her whipping that morning. The boss had a contract that she was to sign. The document made it clear that she was to become a piece of property. She was to submit to the whip, all sex acts and would be sold from time to time. She was to be a slave whore. Some of the phone sex customers would pay a lot more to meet the girl on the other end of the line. Marilyn had been singled out because of her rare beauty. She was told to sign or get out. She signed. A cruel smile came over her boss’s face as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of his chair. She timed her breathing to allow for his cock to go completely down her throat. She pumped and moaned for next twenty minutes until his come flooded her mouth before she swallowed it all.

She was given some plane ticket the next morning following the whip and a cock sucking. As she left for the airport, one of the other phone sex girls called her aside and told her to wipe some of the cum she missed from her lip. The girl quickly gave Marilyn a French kiss and handed her the rain coat she used each day to get to work. The girl was a little chubby but nice enough looking. The look in her eye led Marilyn to believe she wanted to do more than kiss.

She was to meet James O. upon landing at the airport out west. Payment for her had already been arranged by credit card. This left nothing with which to concern herself other than pleasing her customer for the day. She slipped into the restroom after departing the aircraft and removed her slip and panties. This left her wearing a sheer skirt that came down to six inches above her knees, a shelf bra and a satin blouse which softly brushed against her nipples keeping them constantly erect. Several of the men on the plane noticed this and a couple tried to start up conversations with her. She knew better than to take a chance on making her customer mad by having someone else following her through the airport trying to get into her pants.

James O. was a man in his late fifties. He had told her what to wear and thus recognized her as she come towards him in the airport lobby. He greeted her and took her by the arm out to his car. As they drove out of the airport he mentioned that he needed a newspaper. This town was near the Mexican border and had newsboys on many corners. “Take off your blouse” he demanded. She complied immediately. He handed her a dollar and had her place it in her bra between her breasts. The newsboy’s eyes got big as he handed her the paper. James O. told him to take the money and he could touch anything his wished. In a flash the horny little bastard was squeezing her tits. Then his head came through the window and his lips and teeth were all over her nipples. Following instructions, Marilyn reached out the window and unzipped the young boy’s jeans and began to jack off his almost hairless cock. It did not take long before she felt hot cum running over her hand as the boy bit down hard on her left nipple. The last thing he saw as he straightened up and zipped his pants was Marilyn licking the cum from her hand as the car window closed.

They arrived at a nice hotel and were shown to the room that James O. had reserved. Marilyn was instructed to go down the hall and across the lobby to retrieve ice. She must bring it back inside her blouse. She knew the bellman saw her wet nipples as she paraded past him in a hurry to return to the room. Minutes seemed like hours as she waited outside the room for James O.