Sissy Beginnings Part 1

Jasmine was ruined. As she lay on the bed, the salty bitter semen tainted her taste buds, her cheeks resisting movement due to the dried loads smeared over her face, and her tight hole was flinching after the excessive period of hightened activity.

The shame washed over her as she realised that if her friends ever knew, her life would change irrecerably. She had been told to stay on the bed whilst the guests left. All she wanted was a shower and to brush her teeth to wash away the taste of guilt, but there was no rushing the clients and she would need to remain until they were ready to return to their night out.

"You did well for your first time", beckoned the semi familiar voice from the sitting room. The door opened smoothly and Mistress Maeva walked into the room.

"My client was pleased, but has left a list of requests for next time. You'll need more preparation and we'll need to discuss your diet and exercise proforma. As I told you, the money will mimic the effort, tonight you were energetic but you will need to practice if you want the sessions to shorten. You can shower now, your clothes are in a bag by the bathroom."

Jasmine scrubbed hard, but the shame was thick and resistant. She wasn't sure how long she was in their, but she enjoyed the water and knew she would be called if needed .

Wrapping a towel around herself, her face now moved freely and her legs had nearly finished involuntarily twitching. As she walked past the mirror she took a double take, she was crimson and the white hotel towel exasperated the glow. The shower had evidently been too hot, but it was worth it, as the tingle in her skin reminded her that she was clean.

As she pulled her clothes from the bag, she felt a damp dense ball and the feeling of shame returned. Immediately she knew, as she pulled the damp semen stained thong from earlier from the bottom of the bag. In the bag was a note:

A request from your client.

Where these home. I know who you are and now you're committed.