I've told several people different parts of the story but I can't remember who I've told what, so I think I will just summarise it here. How did I end up being a slave to a Cruel Mistress? I had lost my job. Though I had agreed to take early retirement I had money problems and since I had a big enough house I did it up with the money I had left and advertised for students to rent rooms. I had an enquiry from two Chinese, one male, one female. I agreed terms and two days later they were both installed. Wei and Cheng. Cheng was a jovial guy while Wei was a quiet-spoken female with short hair, a small mouth and flat nose, a wide crotch gap and a vaguely androgynous look. I wanted to see her naked as soon as I saw her.

Before long I began spying on Wei. I set up a space for myself in the attic where I could watch her in the shower, through a peephole at first. After a while I installed miniature cameras and linked them up to an old computer I moved into the attic so I could indulge myself in my perversion. I even fitted a camera actually inside the toilet seat (I made a hole for it and a clever cover) so I could watch her taking a piss. I was thrilled, I had never had such easy access to viewing a woman I wanted.

Meanwhile, there were many many Chinese visitors and sometimes as many as 20 or even 30. Some were attractive, some were not. Occasionally friends of Wei and Cheng would stay over and I would spy on them too. Mainly I spied on the females because I admired the female body more - after all I myself had always wanted to be female and had always enjoyed getting intimate views of what I wished I could have perceived from the inside.

Eventually, for the Christmas holiday, Cheng left the country to go home. At first I thought Wei would leave as well since it would be "improper" for me to be left alone with a woman. However, she herself told me she had intended to go, but had in fact decided to stay since many of her friends would be staying as well and they could use my house for meals and socialising. During this time I spied on Wei frequently. She had always behaved in a way to prevent me from seeing anything too closely and once when I walked past her door I saw her hanging her hand-washed underwear on the radiator. She was hanging her PANTYGIRDLEs to dry! I couldn't believe it - only 25 years old and wearing pantygirdles. I thought probably she was really really "up tight" about sex. When she saw that I was walking past at the moment I saw her pantygirdles she quickly turned and closed the door, forcefully.

During the holiday the visitors were by and large female and usually one or two of them stayed over. Before long I was hooked on spying on them all and wearing their panties when I could. Only Wei had pantygirdles though, and I hadn't been able to obtain any. However, finally I was alone in the house. I entered Wei's room and looked for her underwear. Eventually, after a great deal of effort, I found a bag, hidden away, containing three pantygirdles. Dirty ones. I chose a pair and took them away, closing the bag and putting it back. I smelled the gusset and the smell, though divine, was very very faint. I had also smelled inside the training shoes she wore every day, without socks, and they also had almost no odour. I worshipped this fact. She was so clean and sexy...

In the end, though, everything changed, suddenly. As you can imagine. The worst possible thing happened. I came home and when I went to my attic hideaway I found that an entire collection of DVDs had vanished. I went mad with panic. Somehow, just stunned and not thinking clearly, I convinced myself I had put them somewhere and had forgotten. That was far from the truth. I was in fact confronted by Wei that very same day and she made it clear she knew everything. That is how she gained total control over my life.

I arranged for her to stay permanently in this country. That was the first part of the agreement she reached with me.

I had no way to know what to expect but it turned out that Wei wanted to make as much money as possible, as quickly as possible, without actually doing any work. She decided after viewing the (unrestricted) Internet here that sex and prostitution was the easiest way to make money.

A long long time later, I have essentially lost all of my property rights, I live in a tiny flat with what used to be my house not far away, filled with Wei and her cohort of dominatrix and lesbian friends. They get money from providing "services". Those services are varied and some are extreme. The latter part of my agreement with My Mistress (as she is by now) was that in exchange for her financing my sex-change procedure (she had by this time taken control of all my money as well as having her own) I would become one of her whores. Not just any whore, but a hijabi piss and cum whore. She had started dressing me in this kind of clothing and had by now long insisted I wear it at all times, without fail.

She also demands total control over my new work, and I am only ever to accept clients she finds and sends to me. Sometimes I am monitored by one of her Assistants. I'm told I need to understand the real need a whore has to make money, so almost all of what I earn is taken away. I only get £1 for each client and from time to time one of the Assistants conducts a search to make sure I haven't been hiding any away (tips are STRICTLY forbidden). All of that said, this is the life I always wanted. As I mentioned to someone here at some point, I always wanted to be one of two things - a nun or a prostitute.

I do have some luxury I have to admit:  Mistress Wei does provide me with a seemingly endless supply of women's clothes and all the other feminine accoutrements. The flat is crammed with clothes of all sorts, bursting out of the drawers and closets everywhere and with a few chests as well, there are perfumes and sprays everywhere and ornaments and jewellery. What more could a girl want?