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28 June 2014  

SubMonique101 68T
5 posts
2/2/2021 3:09 pm
28 June 2014


Every weekend like clockwork Mr. Paul would call and check up on my progress. My initial injuries from the auto accident were improving with physical therapy, but it was the serious back problems that could lay me up for days at any moment. By the start of June I had finally rounded the turn to a full recovery, but I wasn't too sure I was ready for Kate's return to the auction scene.

I had hoped Mary's return would solve some of my problems just by talking things over with her, and also getting her opinion on what my next move should be to extract myself from this web I created for myself. Her mother had taken a fall and it slowly became a turn for the worst, and her last phone call was to tell me that she had died and Mary wouldn't be back until she cleared up the estate and sold the house. Although she did drop a hint, "I've been thinking about moving back here permanently to get away from the bad influences I became associated with in Los Angeles. I was never looking for this type of scene. I suspect it was similar to the way it happened to you, how we both just fell into it." Not what I wanted to hear, "Oh sweetie, I didn't mean you. You're something I've been looking for in my life. You're the best of both worlds. If you want to see where this leads us?" It was something I too wanted to pursue.

Days ahead of normal a Fed Ex package arrived at my door step. I was still waiting for the final confirmation phone , which I had decided to decline the invitation, using my injury excuse to pass on this auction. Inside the package was a smaller white box and a handwritten note from Mr. Paul taped to the top, "I know it's been rough for you lately, but we still hope you can make it this weekend, and since it's your birthday I thought this might be an appropriate gift." How did he know my birthday, and what else did he know about me, was it everything?

I opened the lid, and stared down at a pair of realistic c-cup tits with pink areolas and hard nipples. There was also four small jars of white<b> cream </font></b>with instructions for it's proper use of the<b> cream </font></b>after wearing the falsies. It would help avoid any unwanted irritation from wearing them for extended periods of time. Later when I had my new tits stuffed in a lacy bra and I was doing modeling turns in front of the bathroom mirror my cell phone began ringing with Mr. Paul's ring tone. I had rehearsed my speech for weeks and made it as believable as possible as I made up another excuse to delay the inevitable. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was disappointed when I told him I was still having bad days and asked to be given another pass for June's function.

He made one half-hearted effort to change my mind, "You don't have to worry, it's not another amateur night, although it was a big hit, Especially for our friends in Bogota. You can be my personal guest as either Dave or . . . Kate." When I still declined he finally accepted my excuse, but told I had to be ready by Halloween, "It will be the one year anniversary of Kate coming 'out' to the world." I agreed that Halloween was my new goal to reach full recovery, but I was already working on a plan to push the return of Kate back even further. That was the plan until everything changed a few days after the slave auction.

A private courier service arrived at my door asking sign for a package I wasn't expecting. The deliveryman scanned the bar code after I returned the pad before he handed over the package and left in the doorway puzzled at what might be inside the large envelope. Pulling it open I found it contained only a small note and one DVD in a crush-proof case.. My first thought it was from Mr. Paul, but I didn't recognize the handwriting, but as I started read it I realized it was from Mr. Fred. 'OUT TAKES FROM OUR PORNO (both straight and gay version).' I wasn't sure what think as I read further, 'YOU'RE THE HOLLYWOOD GUY, WE WOULD LIKE HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHICH YOU FEEL WOULD ATTRACT A BIGGER CLIENTELE',

I turned on my DVD player and popped in the disc, and then after a few seconds of black followed by ten seconds of color bars and the logo of the edit house in New York City, Black followed the logo for fifteen seconds, and it made wonder what I would see next. My jaw dropped as I was watching a video of in my BJ encounter with the cum slut, but there were so many new angles than the tape I had been told was the original and ONLY copy. Even if I did have the original tape from the camera I was still looking at video that exposed me up to and including the moment I shot my seed all over her face. The shot lingered on the cum slut for a few seconds before the screen went black once again. I was trying to comprehend everything that I had just witnessed when more video appeared on the screen.

It was starting exactly the same way as the previous scene. My face was fully exposed as I was looking down at the blow job I was getting, but when the next edited shot popped up it showed a tattooed guy sucking a cock through the same glory hole. The more I watched, the more I panicked, as the scene was seamless, and made it appear I was a player in a gay sex scene that I willingly participated in. Then when the shot changed to show the curtain being pulled back it revealed the guy playing my stand-in was being fucked in the ass by a black man with what looked like a ten inch erection. I knew I was trapped, and when the black man filled 'my ass' the camera moved in close to document the thick stream of chunky cum flowing from inside as the head popped out. The final shot cut away to the close up of my face as I moaned and whimpered before falling back into the darkness of the booth.

The extra video must have been shot later that night after I had gone home. I realized that this must have been part of Mr. Fred's plan for me all along. When I checked my tape for the spots where the camera had been cut during the swish pans through the crowd it all became clear just how deep I was now for anybody that might see this video.

As I was watching the DVD for a third time my cell phone rang and I turned the volume down before answering, "Hello." There was a brief pause before Mr. Fred answered, "Did you get my message?" I didn't know what to say since he had me totally compromised, "You will be at the Halloween party and New Eve working for free. Do you understan , or do you want this action as the featured part of our most recent production?" I attempted my best to be slightly defiant, "What do you want from Kate? Why are you doing this me?" The next comment made me sit down so I wouldn't fall down, "You wouldn't want your fans to make you even more famous than you already are in Europe and South America. We haven't even premiered this porno in video booths in the States, but that's next." I was defeated and he knew it, "Slave, your submission for an owner culminating with feminization as a fuck and kinky submissive could be easily arranged, and if I would have had my way it would have already happened." He punctuated the phone call with a final set of announcements, "This time you can't use that lame ass excuse you used on Paul. He doesn't know it, but I've been having you followed for the last couple days and from the reports I got you back from the private investigator didn't make you look as injured as you made it out be. Did you think you could just walk away without any repercussions? Halloween...You, our pink sissy bimbo Kate will be there...for one continuous 24 hour shift, starting on the morning of October 25th. You will be there because it is your last chance bitch. Paul can't save you anymore." Now I knew there was very little chance of ever going back to my previous male life. Now it was always one step forward and three steps back for Kate as I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never escape the syndicate's clutches.

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