3 comments/ 53988 views/ 14 favorites Scott Becomes a Sex Slave By: TimT1972 Scott looked across the Court room and blew a kiss to his mother. This was the third time he had attended Court, each time his mother had been tried for possession of cocaine. In the past she had got off with a fine or community service, in part because she claimed that that as a single mother there was no one else who could take care of her son. Two final warnings later, the authorities were getting bored. Her brief had advised her that prison time was inevitable and it was now just a matter of how long she would be away for. Scott was now eighteen, but the Court had insisted that he stay with a 'responsible adult' for the duration of his mother's sentence. He was sitting next to his new guardian, his aunt Kate. He was not much looking forward to it, but it must be better than an institution. His aunt, his mother's much younger sister, was only a few years older than he was. She was impossibly elegant. In the past she had been an infrequent visitor, gliding in with a generous birthday present and then being very quick to leave. Her elegance looked out of place in their cheap rented rooms and his mother always felt Kate looked down on her. All he knew about his aunt was she was a successful architect and lived in Haworth, one of the most salubrious suburbs of New York. Scott had overheard some of the telephone conversation when his mother asked Kate to take care of him. He couldn't hear exactly what his aunt said but it was clear she was not enthusiastic, eventually agreeing on the basis that Scott would obey all her instructions. His mother had emphasised that one slip up and Kate promised he was out for good. The Court went silent as the judge started to pronounce sentence. He began with a few words about the dangers of drugs, castigated his mother for risking Scott's welfare for her own selfish ends and said a custodial sentence was now inevitable. Scott's heart sank as her heard the Judge say a year. He had been hoping for 180 days. Scott let out an involuntary cry and to his surprise he felt his aunt clasp his knee, she whispered, "Don't worry, with good behaviour she will be out in a few months." Scott looked around, surprised at the sincerity in his aunt's voice. It was if she cared. Kate guided him out of the Court and into a waiting taxi. Scott swallowed hard, life with his mother had never been easy, but he was familiar with it. He had got used to going hungry at the end of the month and having to put her to bed when she had hit the bottle. What would the next year be like? More comfortable he was sure, but would it be like walking on egg shells? This could get tiring, he knew he had a good heart but was socially awkward and minding his Ps and Qs for an entire year would be torture. In the taxi, Scott was tongue tied and started to make the most banal conversation about the weather, it was hot in June, and baseball. Out of the corner of his eye his saw Kate look up as if to say, "Is this moron really my flesh and blood?" After that Scott was silent as he remembered the advice, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." After what seemed like an eternity the taxi pulled up outside a large nineteen thirties two storied villa. Scott realised his mother had been right, Kate was clearly successful at what she did. Kate welcomed Scott to her house and showed him up to a lovely airy room on the first floor. She said that to celebrate his arrival she thought they would go out to the local Italian. She had booked the table for eight and asked Scott to be down by 7.30. The dress code was informal but most people wore jackets, but no tie. Scott's heart sank, his mother's budget didn't run to much more than the local pizza place so he didn't have a formal jacket. Scott unpacked showered and wondered what to do. Eventually he dressed in a shirt, found a tie and hoped his aunt would not object to his jeans. She did. "Scott, I think you need to be a little smarter, would you mind awfully putting on some Chinos and the trainers are nice but I think some leather shoes might be in order." Scott looked at her; he saw disappointment, not cruelty. Kate was not trying to be unpleasant, but this was the best he had. With the tension of the trial, his concern for his mother and now the fear of disappointing his aunt, he felt his self-control going. To his surprise, Kate came over and put her arm around his shoulders, "I understand, don't worry. Let's cancel the Italian and have a nice evening in with a takeaway Chinese. Sorry, I am a selfish old thing. Tomorrow we will go out and go clothes shopping. It something I am pretty good at and I need you to look good if my favourite nephew is going to escort me around town." Scott could have died with relief. His stony faced aunt really did have a heart. The film was awful, but the evening was better than he could have hoped. The fact they were watching the movie meant there was no obligation to make polite conversation. Scott was elated when Kate laughed at a couple of his one-liners. The next morning Kate took charge. The first stop was Brooks Brothers. Scott saw the look of disdain on the shop assistants' faces as he entered the store, but when they realised the elegant lady was paying they became rather more friendly. Kate was in her element and quickly found a blazer she liked, then the Chinos, half brogues and finally half a dozen of their white button downs and a few ties. When they went to Gap, Kate allowed Scott to choose a few pairs of jeans and sweatshirts. The only slightly embarrassing thing was she kept coming into his changing room, normally at the worst possible moment. Kate then ordered the taxi to the next shop, 'Elégance Lingerie'. On entering it was clear the owner knew his aunt well. "Miss Kate, what a pleasure. We have just got the corset you ordered. Have you come to try it on?" "No Sandro, I trust you, I am sure it will be perfect. I have just brought my nephew to pick up a few things." The owner looked at Scott as if was far from convinced over the stated blood relationship. "Of course Miss Kate. What does he need?" "Oh everything. His mother doesn't know how to shop; underwear, shorts, T shirts and trunks. It is summer and you know how teenagers like hanging around the pool." "Your nephew had good legs. I have just the things for him." Sandro went behind the counter and came out with a pair of white shorts. "Miss Kate, I will lock the door so your nephew can try these on in peace." The man gave Scott the shorts and waited. Clearly they expected him to try them on and by implication there were no changing rooms. "Come on Scott, Mr Bertinelli has seen hundreds of boys naked. Don't be modest." Scott turned around and took his clothes off and put the shorts on. They were tight but he had to admit looked very erotic. Kate clearly loved them and ordered a couple of pairs. "What about trunks. Cosmo says satin is this year's material. What do you have Sandro?" "Miss Kate, I am pleased you asked. We have just got a new Italian line in, that I am sure would suit your nephew." Mr Bertinelli asked for the shorts back to wrap, so Scott was left stark naked in the middle of the shop. The owner came back with several pairs of trunks and he and Kate watched as Scott struggled into the first pair. "Miss Kate, they are the finest satin, high cut to show off your nephew's long legs. But I think he needs the next size up. Even so, your nephew may wish to have a little trim. I can recommend a place if he would like it done professionally." "Thank you Sandro, but I am sure we will manage." Kate got Scott to try on half a dozen pairs of trunks. She liked the bright colours and how the satin clung to Scott's smooth bottom. Scott looked to the front of the shop, he was aghast when he saw that even if Mr Bertinelli had officially closed up and locked the door, it hadn't stopped curious shoppers staring through the window at his impromptu stripping. He just prayed things wouldn't go on much longer, but Kate kept asking him to try one pair of trunks on after another and then fiddled with the back to see how his bottom looked. Eventually she chose a couple of pairs. "What about underwear Sandro? Do you still have those gorgeous black briefs?" "Of course, Miss Kate. Your nephew will look very, what do you say? 'sexy'?" Again Mr Bertinelli ensured Scott was left naked as he found him the underwear. This was almost as brief as the trunks, but Kate insisted on a dozen pairs. "Miss Kate you must get your nephew a bikini. They are very fashionable this year." Mr Bertinelli brought out some tie-side bikini bottoms. The first pair was dark blue decorated with a selection of ethnic beads. "Kate, I am not sure this is quite my style." "Scott, if Sandro says it is the next big thing, we have to believe him. At least try it on." Scott took the bikini, but the embarrassment of standing naked in the middle of the shop had had its effect and he was now almost erect. There was no way he could get the bikini on now. Kate saw his difficulty, "Don't worry Scott. We'll wait a few minutes, I am sure you will relax." He did, but it took an age. Mr Bertinelli pretended to pack Kate's purchases but Scott could feel his eyes on his naked body. Eventually he got the bikini on, and despite his protests, Kate bought it. After buying a few T shirts Kate allowed Scott to get dressed. Scott liked the stuff but wondered if his aunt could at least of pretended to look away to give him a little privacy. He felt he was becoming her little toy. As they drove home Kate turned to her nephew and said, "Don't worry about Sandro. He is harmless. He always says he doesn't have a male changing room, it is just he likes seeing boys naked and as you indulged him I will be in line for some nice discounts. But you know he was right that your pubes could do with a little trim." Little did Kate know that Sandro had set up dozens of sophisticated hidden cameras in his shop and he was at that moment looking at some wonderfully natural nudes he had acquired. In years to come he knew Scott would be very popular on the internet. Sandro was sure some good discounts would keep Kate and her 'nephew' coming back. He really wanted Scott in some of his PVC clothes or even playing with a sex toy. The boy had obeyed his 'aunt's' instructions to stay naked even when he knew people were looking at him through the windows, so perhaps he could simply ask him to model some of his fetish gear; blackmail could be another option. One way or another he was confident Scott would be a porn star before he knew it! ~ Scott had quickly got a job with one of Kate's clients. It was only really photocopying and making coffee but Scott recognised that with no qualifications he had to start at the bottom and he knew if he stuck at it for twenty years he might almost make mediocrity. This said, as his aunt didn't charge rent and always paid for everything they did together, he felt he was rolling in money. As Kate was less than seven years older than Scott, they gradually built up a brother/sister relationship. One day he was doing errands around the area and finishing early went home at four. He stopped off on the way at the local deli as he was determined to make his aunt a slap-up dinner. As he put his key in the lock, the door was opened by a statuesque blond, she looked surprised to see Scott but didn't bother to introduce herself and left. "Kate, I am back." Scott was surprised when he received no response. He put his head around the kitchen door, nothing. Then knocked on his aunt's study door, silence. Next he checked her bedroom, nothing. Gradually Scott was becoming worried, what was that woman doing if his aunt was not at home? She was certainly no cleaner. Scott started searching in earnest, first all the bedrooms then the ground floor ... nothing. Scott didn't know what to do, he couldn't call the Police but he was now very uneasy. As he passed the kitchen he saw the door to the cellar, normally this was kept locked but now he noticed some light was coming from the open door. Scott edged his way in, as he walked down the stairs he was amazed to see his aunt had done her basement out as a dungeon. He was no expert but he knew the chains and the PVC covered furniture could be for little else. As he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw a bed, or more particularly he saw Kate dressed only in some stockings and suspenders, gagged, spread eagle on the bed. Her arms and legs were stretched tight and she was sweating profusely. Her body was covered in vivid red whip marks. Scott worried, rushed to the bed and took his aunt's head in his arms. At least she was still alive. He pulled the masking tape off his aunt's mouth and then pulled what turned out to be a very wet pair of knickers from her mouth. "Kate, are you OK?" After being gagged for so long she was clearly finding it hard to talk, so Scott did not wait for an answer and quickly undid the wrist and ankle cuffs. Now free his aunt sat in the edge of the bed, gathering her strength. She eventually stood, spread her legs and proceeded to pull a huge dildo out of her pussy, she threw the still throbbing object on the bed. Kate then spread her legs even wider and bent over and she took an even larger black dildo from her behind. Exhausted she sat down again. Scott was speechless, as he gazed at the evidence of the severe beating that his aunt had endured, the intense red lines all over her bottom, tits and thighs, "Aunt, who did this to you? Was it that lady I saw as I came in? Do you want me to call they Police?" Kate had only just about recovered her voice, so it was a quiet croak when she said, "No, just help me to my room. I will be fine in an hour or so. I will explain everything over dinner." Kate grabbed a pile of bank notes from the table and still very weak let Scott almost carry her up the stairs. When they got to the top, his aunt pulled the basement door closed and Scott heard it lock. Scott was no retiring violet and knew about kinky sex, it is just he didn't expect this of his elegant respectable aunt. He was confused so threw himself into his cooking. His thoughts took him in some very uncomfortable directions, better to lose himself in physical effort. At eight Kate came down looking her normal stylish self. Scott had no idea of the effort she was putting in to keep control. They sat down and ate, this was not quite the evening Scott had hoped for. In fact Kate noticed the efforts Scott had gone to and was touched. It didn't make what she had to say any easier, but Kate knew she could not delay things indefinitely. After Scott had cleared the dishes away, Kate summoned all her courage and started her confession, "Scott, I had better be straight with you. I am not what I seem to be. For a start I am not an architect, I flunked my finals and never qualified. I simply did not have the courage to tell your grandparents. They both took such pride in me getting to Cornell and I knew they would be so disappointed if they knew I had failed. Well life can be pretty hard when you have huge student loans and no degree. I turned to being a call-girl. Initially I told myself it was just until I could pay off my debts and get a foot onto the job ladder. Well to be honest I found I liked the job. I loved the fact I could work for a couple of hours a day and make enough cash to give me this sort of lifestyle. The long and short of it is I have been on the game since Uni. I am submissive and my clients pay to dominate, hurt, humiliate and fuck me. I understand this may be a shock and I would quite understand if you want to move out. I have enjoyed having you here but would happily fund you in an apartment of your own until your mother is released. I suppose the only thing I ask, no beg of you, is that you keep what you have seen to yourself." Kate felt a huge relief that she had got her confession off her chest, she looked at her wine. She just could not bear to look at her nephew. She prayed he would understand and if he wanted to leave that the parting would be civilised. "Aunt, I can't deny I am surprised, but it is not for me to judge. You have been so kind. I have never been happier in my life so if you can stand having me around I would love to stay. All you have to do is say when you need your privacy." Kate got up, speechless with relief and simply hugged her nephew and went to bed. She cried, but they were happy tears. Regardless of what Scott said, she would never bring a client back again, certainly not that bitch Natalie. Kate ensured she was not around much for the next few days, she wanted to give Scott enough time to think and ensure he was happy staying on. Eventually Kate could not put off having dinner with him any longer and they both arranged to be in that Friday. As ever Scott cooked, this time a Thai meal. They chatted amicably but Kate knew there was something on Scott's mind. Perhaps he had decided to move out after all. After her normal espresso, Kate brought a bottle of cognac and two glasses to the table and waited; she was sure Scott would pluck up the courage eventually, she just had to give him time. "Kate, I was thinking about what you were saying. Well, I feel I am naturally submissive and was wondering if your agency would take me on. I am not naive that I will earn anything like what you do, but if I only earned at tenth it would be a lot more than the minimum wage I am on at the moment." Kate was flabbergasted, this was not what she had been expecting, "Scott you are an adult and are old enough to make your own choices but I really would not be comfortable with you joining the agency. You really can get badly hurt, you saw me last week and I feel responsible for you. What would your mother say?" "Let's keep my mother out of it. I am grown up and it is my life. I thought you may refuse but look at it this way, surely it is better that I am at an agency you trust under your eye rather than trying Craigslist or signing up to some dodgy mafia backed place." Kate thought he had a point, there was much wrong with Cartwright and Palmer but she trusted them and they would ensure that Scott did not get into any serious trouble, going freelance was dangerous, particularly in New York. "Scott, I will think about it. In the interim you must give me your word you won't do anything rash. I can't give you moral lectures but I can give you well informed warnings." "OK, Kate. You decide. I am in your hands at least for the next few weeks." Eventually Kate agreed to introduce Scott to her agency but only provided that Scott endured one "practice session", so he realised that being a pro-submissive involved real pain and humiliation not just play acting. She invited a friend of hers, called Conti, from Cartwright and Palmer's sister agency for dinner. Conti was a slight lady, no more than five feet two. She had dark brown hair with a central parting and dressed in an elegant dark green dress. Scott knew what was in store but could not believe such a delicate creature could possibly dominate him. Anyway he cooked and served dinner. The dinner was pleasant, Kate making great efforts to keep the conversation on neutral topics. Scott felt breathless with desire and anticipation so couldn't relax or properly contribute to the discussion. When Scott had cleared up, Conti took control. She started firing questions at Scott, "Age? ... eighteen; sexual experience? ... not much; anal? ... no; oral? ... no; rimming? ... no; wax? ... no; OTK? ... no." "God, Scott you must be the most innocent eighteen year old on the bloody planet. You really want to go from virtual virginity to prostitution in one go? It is one hell of a big step, particularly with the punishment you will get at Cartwright and Palmer." Scott Becomes a Sex Slave "Well Conti, I have thought it over and would like to give it a go." "OK, if you insist. Let's go and see if you can really take some pain. Remember you can always stop things at any stage. This life is not for everybody." Scott followed Conti to the basement. He now had severe butterflies. He was terribly nervous, but at the same time very aroused. He really wanted to do this. "Now Scott, help me out of this dress." Scott unzipped the back, this revealed Conti's stunning figure. She was wearing a PVC corset and panties. Scott knew he was born to serve women like this. "Strip and put these on." Conti handed Scott a pink leather collar and some pink lacy knickers. Scott swallowed hard, he had not expected this. He knew Conti was trying to humiliate him and he was determined not to fall at the first fence. He did as he was told and knelt before her. "Scott, you must realise you are scum. You will live a life where your whole object is to serve your superiors. I hope you are ready for this." "Yes Mistress." "Kiss my shoes." Scott bent down and kissed Conti's patent heels. As he did so Conti wiggled her foot, raising it putting more pressure in Scott's face. "Keeping licking, slut." Conti watched Scott's pert arse as he tried to please her. The boy seemed very enthusiastic. "OK, up you get and bend over the whipping horse." Conti went behind Scott and started feeling his arse through the thin satin of his knickers. She then moved her hands round his thighs, until she got to his penis. She started massaging it, as Scott became erect she whispered, "Remember my little whore, everything belongs to me. Your pain and my pleasure." The relief Scott felt when Conti released his cock was short-lived, as he almost immediately felt her tug down his knickers and the sting of her riding crop on his arse. It hurt like hell. The first blow was soon followed by others as Conti hit each buttock in turn, quick and slow, hard and soft. Scott squealed with pain, and it took all his self control not to move. Kate had specifically told Conti not to go light on Scott. She knew Conti would naturally be reluctant to give Scott a full thrashing as he had no experience of taking pain, but Kate wanted to be absolutely sure Scott could really take the punishment he would inevitably have to endure if he was to work at Cartwright and Palmer. After what seemed like an age, Conti stopped and told Scott to lie on a PVC covered bench and spread his legs. She then buckled his wrists and ankles into some restraints. Scott felt relief at the end of his whipping but dreaded what was about to happen; he was now truly helpless. Conti now started to beat his inner thighs hard; her only concession was that she didn't actually whip his penis directly. Scott found this whipping even worse as he saw Conti aiming her strokes but still could not move or defend himself. He saw the vivid red lines as Conti struck his sensitive skin. Conti tiring, released Scott and ordered him to bend over the whipping horse again. She then started to buckle on a strap-on dildo, "Scott, bend over and spread your legs. I am going to fuck you." She saw his reluctance, "Scott, remember you can back out at any time. I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want. But you must remember if you want to work for Cartwright and Palmer you have to obey all your clients' whims, not just those you enjoy and you have the cutest of bottoms. So what will it be?" Scott knew there was no going back. So he bent over and tried to pull his buttocks apart. Conti gently started stroking his anus. Massaging a cold gel into it. Scott was surprised that this didn't hurt in fact he rather liked the sensation. "Don't worry Scott. I will be gentle, but you will have to prepare yourself for some rather rougher sex from real clients." Scott prepared to lose his anal virginity. It sounded a huge step, but he had seemingly taken the decision in seconds. Did he really want to work for Kate's agency that much? His debate was brought to a premature end as he felt Conti's dildo edging its way up his arse. Scott tried to relax, but it was unnatural. Conti exerted slow sure pressure, every so often relaxing to return with greater force. Eventually it was in and Conti clutched his thighs and started to pump. She was evidently enjoying herself and seemed to have forgotten the promise to be gentle. Scott gritted his teeth and took the pain both physical and mental and waited for Conti to get her pleasure. After what seemed like an age Conti's grunts got louder and more desperate and with a cry of pleasure she orgasmed. She withdrew the phallus and rested on the prone Scott, "Thank you my little whore. That was great. You have what it takes to give many customers pleasure." Conti now led him to Kate's St. Andrew's Cross. When she had firmly bucked his wrists and ankles to the cross, she stood back and admired her work. "See you are now truly at my mercy." Conti approached Scott and started to slap his penis, forehand then backhand. She slapped hard and gradually Scott became erect. "So this is what you will try to satisfy your clients with. It is pretty miserable. In fact my pet hamster has a larger cock. You still have your pubic hair. You know that if you go professional this will have to go." Scott knew nothing of the sort but replied, "Yes, of course Mistress." "Well I am a nice person so will give you a helping hand." Conti then clasped one of his hairs and gave a vigorous tug. Scott cried out, the pain was extreme. "Scott, only a few thousand more to go. If I try I should have you bald by dawn." "No please Mistress, I will shave them I promise." "Do you submit, Scott? You only have to say the word and I will stop." Scott gritted his teeth, he did not know if he could endure this but would try his damndest, "No Mistress, you can do anything you want to my body." "Thank you Scott." Conti continued pulling out individual hairs. She pulled his penis aside and plucked a few hairs from the area between it and his anus. This was agony. After about a dozen Conti stopped, "I can't continue to spend so much time and effort on such a small cock. I have another idea." Conti went over to the sideboard and selected a tin. She scooped out a large quantity of the gel, "Scott I do love the smell of peppermint, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good." With that she started to massage the gel into his balls and penis. Taking care to get in under his foreskin. Scott felt his penis go cold, it tingled and he felt himself get erect, dramatically erect. "Oh Scott, you do look sweet. It seems a fitting end to the session as I just have to show Kate my handiwork. I suppose I should congratulate you, you've survived." Scott was relieved, he was in huge pain and knew he could not have survived Conti's attentions that much longer. He reached for his clothes, but Conti stopped him, "Scott you must ask if you can get dressed and even if you do I won't agree. I want your aunt to see how I have whipped you." Conti then attached a lead to Scott's collar and led him up the stairs. He was conscious his erection was showing no sign of relaxing. Kate was still at her dining table sipping her wine and listening to her Chopin. She smiled as Conti and Scott entered the room. "So how was he? Did he measure up?" Conti sat down at the table and poured herself a large glass of wine. "He did well, I wondered if he might refuse a couple of times but he didn't. No, I think he will make the grade if he really wants to. Scott turn around, show your aunt your cute bottom and my handiwork." Scott turned and Kate saw that Conti had given him a proper whipping, she knew that would have hurt even an experienced submissive. So if Scott had taken that beating without complaint, he really must be determined to follow her immoral footsteps. Kate saw Scott still had a powerful erection, "You've been putting my peppermint gel on the poor boy." "Yes, guilty as charged. I just find it so funny seeing a boy having huge erections that they can't control or do anything about. That said, Kate I assume you have banned Scott from masturbating?" "Oh, Conti, I completely forgot. Scott, I am afraid you have had your last wank. From now on your cum is for paying customers only. Basic whores' rules." Scott wondered about how many more practical lessons about being 'on the game' he would learn that evening. Conti told Scott to kneel as she discussed his merits in more depth. For the rest of the night they only used Scott to serve drinks and do other menial duties. He was a slave. Eventually Kate agreed to introduce Scott to Cartwright and Palmer. Scott was relieved, thank God the pain and humiliation he had suffered had got their just rewards. Now just one more interview and he could become a whore. ~ The day for the interview with Cartwright & Palmer finally arrived. Kate dressed Scott in some "snug" cotton shorts and a T shirt and they drove him to a smart, if anonymous, four story brownstone house in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Manhattan. Kate was greeted like an old friend at the reception and they were shown into a large lobby. Scott suddenly started to feel nervous, this was no longer some thrill, he was about to offer to sell his body. He knew his aunt had gone out on a limb to get him the interview and there was no way he could back out now. As he sat on the large leather sofa he somehow felt more self conscious; his shorts felt shorter and more revealing with every passing second. Eventually they were shown into an office. Kate immediately fell on her knees and Scott followed suit. They were greeted by an elegant lady, probably aged in her mid-forties, dressed in a formal skirt and jacket. "Kate nice to see you again," and turning to Scott, "and you must be her nephew, Scott." Kate gave their host a micro kiss whilst Scott simply said, "Yes, ma'am." "Both of you sit down. Can I get either of you a cup of coffee?" Kate accepted, Scott went for a glass of water. "Well Scott, I am Alice Mendoza, though you will always call me ma'am or Mistress. Your aunt said you were interested in joining the agency." "Yes, ma'am." "Kate, have you explained what this would mean? It is not for the faint hearted." "Yes, Mistress. I have explained what is required. I have also tested him out on Conti. She gave him a pretty hard time, but he endured the session without complaints." "Scott, Cartwright and Palmer is a very special agency. It caters for clients who enjoy humiliating, causing pain and generally sexually abusing our girls and boys. Things can be tough and I need to be sure you can stand it. You can't opt out half way through a date. One refusal and you are history. I will also need your word that you will stick it for at least six months. If you are unsure please say so now. It will be much easier and less embarrassing for all concerned. So are you still keen to go ahead?" "Yes, ma'am. Kate has explained what is involved and I would very much like to give it a go." "OK, Scott let's get down to business. Stand up and take off all your clothes." Kate had explained that Miss Mendoza would in all likelihood want to see him naked, so Scott had tried to prepare himself. He had practiced taking off his shorts and T shirt in the bathroom, trying to look subtly erotic. He successfully stripped and stood naked in front of Miss Mendoza's desk, hands behind his back. Miss Mendoza didn't show any surprise or pleasure, she looked gazed at him with a look of professional interest. Kate sipped her coffee and watched her nephew with a neutral expression. "Turn around." Scott did as he was told. "Bend over and spread your butt cheeks." Scott knew Miss Mendoza was testing him, but even so he felt humiliated. "OK, sit back down." Scott noticed immediately that Miss Mendoza had not invited him to get dressed, so sat down naked. "Scott, I prefer to hire people with experience of the sex industry, but that is tricky at your age. Kate has assured me that you are keen to learn and Conti gave you a very good write-up. So, dependent on a medical, I will take a chance on you. But please understand that regardless of your aunt's time with us, if you don't perform you will be out, pronto." "Thank you, ma'am." "You will have an initial trial period of three weeks. During that time you will be under constant supervision. You will be expected to attend training classes each morning at 10am for the first week." "Right you had better put these on." Miss Mendoza passed over some turquoise bikini bottoms and matching collar. "We will give your full uniform later, but you had better get used to these. They'll be what you will be wearing for the next few months." Kate and Miss Mendoza gave Scott a tour of the building. The facilities were wonderful, beautiful suites of rooms where he would "entertain", gleaming dungeons, a gym, and a large pool. What really amazed Scott was the beauty of some of the girls walking around pretty well naked without being in the least self conscious. As they were nearing the lobby, Miss Mendoza saw someone she knew, turning to Scott she hissed with some urgency, "Strip and get down on your knees, quickly." "Jerry, good to see you. I have a new slut and wondered if you would like to be the first to take him." A bearded, rather overweight middle aged man approached and kissed Miss Mendoza on the cheek. He then looked down at Scott, he took Scott's chin and studied his face, then pulled him to his feet. The man then circled around looking at Scott's cock and bottom. "Come on, bend over and spread your legs." "Isn't he fully trained?" The man asked. "No, I am afraid I have only just got him, but I am told he makes up for lack of experience with youthful enthusiasm and the desire to please." "What is your name?" "Scott, Master." "Where are you from?" "Staten Island, Master." "What do you do?" He said lightly stroking Scott's penis. "Anything you want master, my body is yours. I am very open minded and would love to serve you in any way I can." Turning to Miss Mendoza Jerry said, "Nice, very nice. I am afraid I have not really got time at the moment Alice. I have just had Troy, but book him for me for my next visit. That is one of the prettiest arses I have seen in some time. If he is as good as he looks I would like him for one of my parties on the yacht. Sorry have to fly, no rest for the wicked." When the man wandered off, Miss Mendoza visibly relaxed. Patting his naked bottom she said, "Well done Scott I am impressed. You can put your bikini back on now. Congratulations on your first date. He is a bastard, but very generous bastard, so make sure you satisfy him." As they continued Scott wondered how many more people Miss Mendoza would sell him to. Whenever she met people Scott always had to get to his knees, normally naked. He was pleased, yet a little anxious at the number of potential dates Miss Mendoza was organising in such a short time. After the tour was complete Miss Mendoza dismissed them, telling Scott to return at 9.30 the next Monday to sign the relevant contracts before attending his first training course. As they left Kate gave Scott a hug, "Well done Scott. I was proud of you. Alice can be pretty tough, so you must have impressed her. Let's go and celebrate." Celebrate they did, Kate ordering one bottle of champagne after the next, she was merciless. The next morning a very hung over Scott went downstairs and was amazed that his aunt was at her most chirpy. He remembered Oscar Wilde's view that, 'Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast' and he did not feel brilliant. He went out and sunbathed until lunch. Now semi-recovered he went in to see Kate. "Scott, now you have been accepted by the agency we have some work to do." "What do you suggest?" "Well let's start with your pubes. They have to go and I think it would be better done here in some privacy." Scott reluctantly agreed and stripped and followed Kate to her bathroom. His aunt then explained how he should shave his pubic area. She said he should try to get into the habit of doing it every other day, she also recommended he use imac. The combination of the two should keep him clean. She said they would check up at Cartwright and Palmer so he must be diligent. Scott was nervous seeing a blade so close to such a sensitive area, but Kate was careful and he survived. Now he was shaved he felt very vulnerable and terribly naked. "Now for a couple of new rules. You will have to have a lot of anal sex at work. It is better we start preparing you as soon as possible." Kate then produced a black rubber cone about six inches long and with a diameter of about an inch. "This is a butt plug. You will wear it morning, noon and night. This is one of the smallest around so shouldn't hurt, but will prepare you for the ones Alice will make you wear. So bend over." Scott did as he was told and after smearing on a bit of lube Kate inserted the plug. He noticed she was no longer in the 'caring aunt' mode but acted the 'practiced professional' with an inexperienced pupil. Her business-like approach brooked no argument. Anyway Scott knew, deep down, it was for his benefit. It felt very odd walking around with the plug in, but it wasn't actively painful and he knew this was solid evidence he was getting closer his goal. "Rule number two, you are going to have to get used to just wearing your bikini bottoms. So as from now, when you are in the house or garden you may only wear Sandro's bikini. You have a beautiful body and you should not feel embarrassed." "Lastly you need some more underwear. Put on Sandro's shorts and let's be going." Sandro welcomed them with his normal bonhomie, "Miss Kate, back again so soon, and your handsome nephew. A lovely surprise, how can I be of service?" "Well Sandro, Scott has been thinking that he was a little cautious last time we came and thought he should try something more adventurous." "Miss Kate you have come to the right place. I will lock the door so we are not interrupted. Scott will you undress as I have just the thing for you." When Sandro returned Scott was naked, "Miss Kate you took my advice and shaved your nephew. This is much better, he will now look gorgeous in this season's collections." Sandro handed Scott a thong. He and Kate stared as Scott struggled into it. As Kate admired her nephew she got him to turn around and pulled the back to make sure it wasn't too loose. "Scott, you look great. Sandro it is beautifully tailored, it makes him look artistic not cheap. We will need half a dozen pairs and a few more of the bikinis we had last time. Anything else you would recommend." "Yes Miss Kate. I am finding many of my customers are borrowing their girlfriends' underwear, so now we have a range of silk underwear just for the boys. Can I show you a pair?" "Of course Sandro. Scott is getting more daring by the day." Sandro brought out a selection of brightly coloured silk knickers. They were 'cut' for a man but still retained generous amounts of black lace." As Scott tried them on he saw he had an eager audience of onlookers staring through the shop's window; hadn't Sandro ever heard of a blind? Scott felt humiliated but knew Kate would see this as a test. She kept saying he had to get comfortable with his own nudity. Scott picked the yellow panties and walked around the shop to ensure they fitted, Kate then insisted he try on the red and the pink ones as well. Kate was delighted, she thought Scott's clients would love them. She decided on a final couple of pairs that had a hole strategically placed in the rear. Kate made Scott get down on all fours, legs spread to see the effect. Sandro was almost breathless with desire. He wanted this boy. Scott Becomes a Sex Slave As ever Sandro made Scott wait naked for as long as he could between trying on different pairs of knickers. Scott wandered around the shop examining the plethora of sex toys on sale. He didn't know what many of them were for, but even he could recognise the dildos. He picked one up to examine it. It was considerably larger than the one Conti had fucked him with. Scott couldn't resist starting to suck it, slowly at first but gradually Scott tried to take the dildo all the way down his throat, imitating what he had seen in porn movies. He got so engrossed he did not notice both Sandro and Kate gazing at him. When he did, he quickly put the dildo down, very embarrassed. In the back of his mind, he wondered what it would be like to give a real blow-job. He suspected he would get used to them when he finally started at Cartwright and Palmer. Finally Sandro insisted Scott try on a football outfit. The shorts were very short, tight shiny PVC but when Scott finally got them on both Sandro and Kate said they thought he looked very sweet. The top was a tight version of the LA Galaxy strip. When they left, Scott was still in the football outfit. He rushed to the car in his embarrassment, only for Kate to take an excessive time to cross the road. A group of university students stared at him in his ultra-provocative shorts. One of the girls shouted good natured if obscene abuse. Scott knew how he must look and wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. On the way back, Kate explained that Sandro was useful and Scott would need him in future, dressing up in erotic underwear was one of the easiest and cheapest ways of exciting a client and Scott should ensure his cupboard draws were well stocked. Sandro now knew he could get Scott to pose for some fetish themed shots, he suspected the boy might even be prepared to do some hard core stuff if the money was right. It was just choosing the right moment to pop the question. The next challenge would be to get the little slut into bed. He could see Scott would be a lot of fun and could probably be bought, it was a question of how much he needed to be offered. When they returned home Kate immediately ordered Scott to get into one of his bikinis. Scott swallowed hard. This could get humiliating. As he walked around the house and out into the garden, his embarrassment was mixed with a tingle of anticipation. Only a few more days until he was truly working as a submissive. He was afraid but frankly he couldn't wait. Over the coming days Kate always ensured that Scott opened the door to tradesmen and accepted deliveries in his bikini. She said wearing the tiny bikini had to become second nature and he should get used to people gazing at his body with desire. ~ Kate offered to drive Scott in for his first day at work. She said she had an early date, but Scott felt she was being protective. A feeling reinforced when she gave him a sweet little "Superman" lunch box. It was only later he found the box contained condoms and various screams and lotions he would come to rely on rather than a Mars bar and some ham sandwiches. After Scott had signed his contract and completed the normal employment formalities, he was shown into Miss Mendoza's office again. "Scott, thank you for coming in. Sit down. There has been a slight change of plan. In view of your almost total lack of sexual experience, I have decided not to put you in with the other starters; instead you will become Victoria's personal slave." Miss Mendoza indicated a girl sitting on a sofa. She was dressed in a white satin shirt with a high collar, a string of pearls and a tight black pencil skirt. Victoria toyed with a cane; she looked like a severe, if elegant, teacher. "Victoria is one of our most experienced girls. She will take you through things you will be expected to do for your clients. She will also take you along on some double dates and introduce you to some of Cartwright and Palmer's favoured clients. If things go well you should be ready to go 'solo' within two weeks. OK, Vic off you go and take care of him." Scott realised a whole new chapter of his life was about to begin and he was determined to make it a success.