                        A WHORING WE WILL GO!

                CHAPTER ONE   A LONG JOURNEY STARTS...

     It was a long drive, but one that was necessary.  Once
a year, my wife and I take a long road trip to visit my
family for Christmas.  My wife Claire hates it, but
understands the necessity.

     I tend to be bad at planning trips, so Claire made all
of the arrange- ments herself.  We were going to make a few
side trips to visit friends of hers from college.  I didn't
think much of it when she announced that whe was stopping
in the next city to visit a close friend of hers.  I was
soon to discover just how close they _really_ are, and what
she had in  mind for me!

     We actually drove into a small suburban neighborhood,
upper middle class yet established and spacious, with
houses on fairly large lots.  I would later come to
discover that the privacy this afforded was one of the
reasons the woman I was about to meet lived there.

     We drove up to one of the more secluded homes, and
Claire pulled in. We were soon greeted at the door by a
very tall, blond woman who was very sexy in a black cotton
minidress and four inch heels.  Something seemed  different
about her, though, something undefineable... 

     "Come on in.  Terry is waiting for _you_ inside." she
said to Claire, an amused tone to her voice.  We entered
and she shut and locked the door.

     "You don't look like what I expected.  I expected you
to be dressed head to toe in leather or something!"

     "Typical dominatrix uniform, right?  Well, that really
isn't called for with what we have planned, and this is
more comfortable.  _She_ won't see a thing until its too
late!"  There was a strange tone to that word, "she".

     "What in the world are you talking about..." I began
to ask.  What came next stunned me.

     "Shut up, bitch, or you'll _really_ regret I turn you
into!", Claire said angrily.

     "I just wanted to know..."

     "That does it.  Listen, Whore, you will do what you're
told!"

     "Yes, Mistress"  I heard myself say.  I was in shock!

     "From now on, your name is Whore, because that is what
you'll be.  Do you understand, Whore?"

     "Yes, Mistress."  My voice was so soft and high!

     "And what is your name, slut?"

     "My name is Whore, Mistress".  I couldn't believe what
I was saying!

     "And why is that your name?"

     "Because that is what I will be, Mistress."  This was
_too_ much!

     "No, you already ARE a Whore, cunt."

     "It worked!" she said to the Lady in Black, half
giggling.  "I really  didn't believe you could do it. 
Subliminal messages on compact disk!  And  how did you do
it so I wasn't affected?"

     "I have a friend in the record industry who does these
up 'special' onto regular CDs and tapes.  Wouldn't it be
funny if she accidentally got them confused with the
regular ones and shipped them out with the others? Anyway,
you said she likes to listen with the headphones on, so it
really  wasn't _that_ hard!  Besides, it's worded so you
aren't affected.  And it's quite amazing how many
instructions you can give that way.  Ordinarily I  would
charge you big bucks, but for Terry's 'friends', it is a
pleasure. Come on in."

     She led us into a large, comfy living room, and in it
was a stunning young lady.  She got up, and she gave a big
hug to Claire, then a _very_  long and passionate kiss.
     "Oh, Whore, this is Mistress Terry and you've already met Mistress 
Jean.  Why don't you take off all of your clothes and kiss
their shoes."

     I almost ripped off my clothes, and dropped to my
knees.  Actually, it was the Whore who did it, and with
pleasure.  I began kissing their feet.

     "Whore, shouldn't you say hello to my friends?"

     "Hello Mistress Terry and Mistress Jean.  I'm
available to be used for your pleasure."

     "Jean, why don't you take care of the little whore
while Terry and I get reacquainted?  And Whore, we're going
to have sex right here and you won't even be able to lift a
finger.  You won't even notice anything." She looked into
my eyes and said "Little Whore, nighty night" and every-
thing went black.....

                    CHAPTER TWO   TRANSFORMED

     I came to in sitting in a chair like the ones in a
hair salon or  beauty parlor.  There were mirrors on the
walls, but I wasn't facing one. Mistress Jean was standing
in front of me, grinning from ear to ear.

     "Well, Whore, you're finally awake.  I'll show you
what I've done to you.  During the day I'm a beautician. 
It comes in handy for my 'night'  job.!"

     I could already see some of what she did.  My nails
were very long, and very brightly red.  I was wearing a red
and black corset, black seemed stockings, and outrageously
high heels, ankle strap sandals with heels so high that I
felt like I was on my tiptoes!  I had large breasts, at
least a large C cup, and there was something covering my
crotch.  I reached a  long red nail over to touch it...

     "I see you've found your restraint.  It's a chastity
belt.  If anybody asks about it, you are to tell them your
Mistress put on you to keep you from cheating and fucking
them.  Your mouth and ass are for them.  And it matches
your collar so nicely."

     I didn't want to think about why somebody would be
seeing them, or whether I really would use my mouth or ass
for them.  I also then noticed that I was wearing a collar.
 The chastity belt was a pretty golden color, and I assumed
that the collar must be the same.

     "Let's take a look at you, Whore!" she said, swinging
the chair so it faced a mirror directly.  I was stunned. 
The makeup was excellent but was very much overdone.  My
hair was now a pretty shade of red, and was very obviously
cut and restyled.  My hair had been getting longish, since
Claire said she liked running her fingers through it and
she always found a way to keep me from getting it cut.  Now
I understood why.

     The collar *was* very pretty, and sexy.  I reached up
and felt it, and found the lock on the back that kept it
there.  I was so sexy I could have cum just from looking at
myself, but I found that I didn't feel anything there at
all.  I reached down there again.

     "It's not there any more, Whore, at least that's what
your unconscious mind thinks.  And you'll act like there's
a wet cunt there, no matter what you really want or think. 
And there's something else..." She grabbed both nipples
hard and I almost screamed.  They hurted!  But they _can't_
be real!...

     "I know you think your tits aren't real, but they do
_feel_ real, and that's what's reality.  You can think all
you want about how they must be  fake, but you could look
forever and never see a seam, and you'll feel it when
they're touched.  The unconscious mind is very strong."

     "You're going to be one hot little whore tonight.  You
are going to approach every man who looks like he's
interested and offer to give him a blowjob for $25.  You'll
know just what to do, it's your nature to be a  hooker.  We
were originally planning to leave you like this overnight,
but it seems that Claire's so pissed with your disobedience
that she wants you to work until you pay off all of the
trip's expenses, including some shop- ping she wants to
do...something about wanting a leather jacket and skirt or
something...they couldn't cost more than $500, right?  And
if you make more money this way than working your regular
job, she'll keep you like  this.  This is tax-free, too. 
Claire's a practical woman, after all.

     "You're ready to make your debut, Whore.  Just get up
and put on the clothes by the door."  I walked, incredibly
as it seemed in those shoes, an outrageous wiggle in my
walk, to the clothes.  They were a ridiculously short
leather skirt that didn't cover my garters, a cheap fur
jacket and a purse.  No blouse.  I looked in the purse and
it contained makeup, some miscellaneous junk, a wallet and
at least a dozen condoms.

     I pulled on the mini, zipped it up, slipped on the
jacket, threw my purse over the left shoulder and walked to
the door.  I felt so cheap!

     "Now march to the car, Whore!"

     I walked to the car, got in and buckled my seatbelt,
then looked into the mirror on the sunvisor to see if my
makeup was ok...what was happening to me?

     Mistress Jean leaned over and said "Little whore,
nighty night" and again everything went black...

                    CHAPTER THREE   THE STREETS

     I came to on my feet, draped across a streetlamp.  My
feet hurt, but the feeling was good, and made me feel
sexier.  My jacket was open, and the frigid air of the
crisp night made my new nipples tingle.  I was *so* horny! 


     A car pulled up, the windshield unrolled, and I took a
few steps, the echos of the clicking of my heels ringing
through the almost deserted street.  I leaned down, showing
my cleavage to the man, and smiled.

     "Hey babe, got any sugar for me tonight?"

     "Sure, handsome.  My mouth's dry, and I've been
looking for a lollipop for it.  But they cost $25 these
days.

     "Well, get your sexy ass in this car and we'll do
something about that!

     I opened the car door, thinking of how many times I'd
get to do this before Claire made me be me again.  Or was
this me?...Get to?   Made me? I was losing my mind.

     I sat down, smiled, and stopped worrying about silly
things.