After I had agreed to become a prostitute for Mistress R, she explained to me what would happen next. Mistress R had devised an initiation process for all her pleasure girls and pleasure boys, as she called her workers. I would first have to complete a sex ritual which she had devised, and then I would be presented to a select group of her clients in what she called ‘the meat market’ to be shopped out for prospective business.

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‘Have you ever heard of apostolic succession?’ she questioned me – ‘No, I haven’t’, I replied, confused. ’What the fuck is that?’ – about which she then explained to me:

‘Apostolic succession is a tradition in some Christian churches, where there is an unbroken legacy or line of continuation of ordination back through the ages – and all priests and bishops can in theory trace their ordination back to the start.’

‘When I started my “coterie” (that is what she called her operation), I thought it would be interesting, as well as create some blasphemous notoriety, to create a similar process or ritual, where all my new workers were initiated into my service by those who came before them.’

‘Because almost all my clients come from outside participation in our goth scene, I can very easily play up that dark, sinister element and present myself to them as some sort of succubus selling sin to them, making a carnal deal with a she-devil. I make it known to most of them that my servants are bound to me by a sex ritual, the one you will soon undertake’.

‘Everyone who starts work for me, I initiate them into my service by making them have sex with one woman and one man who already works under me. While I do this mostly for my own amusement and intrigue, I have found over time it actually does serve a purpose – as I require all my boys and girls to be willing and ready to sleep with both boys and girls, so this helps weed out any ‘problem cases’ one may have with performing homosexual acts. Anyway, once they fulfill these requirements of initiation, then I say they are bound to my service’.

‘For my new boys, they must kiss another boy for five minutes, suck cock for five minutes, and then take cock in their ass for five minutes. They then must kiss one of my girls for five minutes, eat pussy for five minutes, and then fuck them for five minutes.’

‘Oh really?’ I exclaimed, partially confused by what all she had just said, and partially intrigued by what I had to look forward to. ‘So what do your girls have to do?’ I asked her. ‘Pretty much the same; kiss, suck cock, ass fucked, and eat pussy – all for five minutes at a time.’

Thinking about my own upcoming initiation, I asked ‘so who does all this with me?’

‘Oh, you can choose, or I can arrange for you - all those under my employ are expected to fulfill their part in the initiation process when asked and required. In time you yourself may be called on to play your part as well’, she said with a smile.

I then glanced over at the open hallway area, where her muscular, gorgeous black bouncer chauffeur, was positioned at his station watching the entrance area to her studio office.

‘So… what about him?’

She seemed surprised at my suggestion. ‘He is pretty big, you know, and I am not talking about his frame – but yes, if you think you can take him, by all means. He has gone through the same ritual.’

Naively not realising fully what I was getting myself into, ‘yeah him, I want him pretty bad.’

Mistress R called over to her bouncer, named M, ‘Could you come here? My new boy here tells me he’d like you to initiate him’. M walked over towards us, breaking into a big smile, ‘yes ma’am!’

I wasn’t expecting that it would happen right then and there, but as I found out later from her, Mistress R took advantage of the spontaneity of the moment to catch me off guard to see how I reacted and responded under pressure and whether I could perform on a whim.

‘You two, follow me…’

M ushered me to follow Mistress R who led us into one of the private rooms across the hallway from her main office area.

The room was mostly empty, expect for a couple of chairs. M walked to one of the walls to retrieve a rolled up tamami mat, which he then unrolled and laid out on the floor.

Mistress R then turned to me, ordering ‘strip down’. Both M and I undressed, and when I found myself completely naked, I turned to face a massive 7 or 8 inch cock. I felt my insides flinch, as I had never seen with my own eyes a cock so massive in length and in girth.

I looked at Mistress R, who looked at me and then looked in the direction of his cock. ‘Begin’.

I got down on my knees and positioned my mouth in front of him. I touched the tip of his penis with a finger, it was both firm and smooth – and then took it into my mouth, wide open. The whole time I worked my tongue and lips around him, I was wondering to myself just how the hell on earth was I going to fit this into my ass?

A few minutes into the act, I took both of his hands, and guided them to my head. He knew what I was trying to indicate, as he grabbed my head and he began to push my head forcefully back and forth, and forcing my throat deeper around his hard manhood. I looked over sideways at Mistress R as she sat watching and smiling with intense curiosity. I could feel his penis-head pushing farther and farther into my throat, choking and gagging me, forcing out audible, rhythmic choking grunts as he thrusted.

When it was becoming too intense for me, I instinctively tried to push him away from me when I could not breath, but Mistress R shouted at me, ‘Oh no, keep your hands down you little slut! This is what you wanted, now take it.’ I then felt his pre-cum seeping down the back of my throat, and I began to gargle it back out from reflex. The whole time, the cock-slut I was, absolutely loved what was happening to me.

When Mistress R told us that we had done enough, M pulled himself out of my mouth, and then grabbed me roughly to position myself on my knees, to take my ass as his own. He pushed my back down so my face was down on the ground – and he held my arms back behind me. I felt cold liquid on my asshole, as Mistress R squirted some lubricant on me. I then felt his thumb work it around and force its way into my opening to lube me up.

M then asked me, ‘Are you ready?’ – my face now down on the ground, I simply moved my knees to spread my butt checks wide, inviting him inside me – as I braced for the unknown pain I knew was going to hit me.

He entered me fast and hard. It felt like my ass was being ripped apart by a vice, or that I had been impaled on a stake like from some old vampire woodcut of Dracula and his victims.

My ass hurt – my muscles there burned, like I was being torn apart. I began to scream, over and over ‘OHH FUCK!’ and ‘OWW!” because it was all I could do. Mistress R later told me that it sounded like I had realised I had made a serious mistake. As M pumped me, for what felt like an eternity, my body began to feel numb like it was paralysed. The pain was intense and hurt brutally, and then I realised I was crying in pain. It was all I could do while I waited out the pain, I cried and screamed like a little sissy.

Finally the required time had passed and M pulled out as quickly as he had entered me. The pain my asshole had endured stopped and I could feel my opening shrink back down to normal, but my inside still felt numb. I crumpled on the ground and went into fetal position, my face and hair soaked from my tears. Both Mistress R and M bent down over me, now caressing me as I recovered and regained my composure.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees. M then humbly apologized, ‘I’m sorry I hurt you’ – ‘No, it is okay, to be honest.’ We then kissed each other on the lips, and I told him ‘I secretly had been wanting you, so I only have my selfishness and stupidity to blame’. We smiled at each other and M walked off to collect his clothes while Mistress R wrapped a towel around me and hugged me.

She then whispered in my ear, ‘excuse the pun, but then hard part is now over. Maybe next time you visit me, we will arrange for the second part then’.