The Vending Machine


i was trembling with excitement at the prospect of beginning my trip from
Dallas to Las Vegas and my first live encounter with Mistress Jamie.  In the
back of my pick-up truck, hidden under a tarp, was a large wooden box with many
strange features that i had been ordered to construct.

The plans were very specific.  The box was three feet high, three feet wide,
and three feet tall.  Inside there were two poles going from one side to the
other, the first pole was in the middle of the box and had a seat attached to
the middle of it that could pivot, the second pole was one foot directly
underneath the first.  Sticking up from the seat was a ten-inch dildoe with an
electric shock device attached to a button at the front of the box.  In the
center of the front side, near the top was a three-inch diameter hole.  Just
four inches below the hole was an eyebolt.  The left side panel was removable.

The outside of the box had slot to accept five-dollar bills, when activated; a
cover in front of the hole was electronically slid back.  The outside of the
box was black except for a life-sized photograph of a slutty-looking model bent
over the box.  Her feet were encased in high heels that just touched the floor
and her face was turned around as though to look at someone who was screwing
her from behind.  The hole in the box was positioned exactly where the model's
asshole would have been.

When i asked Mistress Jamie what the box was for she laughed and said it was
for "training one of my sissy-sluts."  Mistress Jamie said that when i got to
Las Vegas i would be allowed to watch the machine in action, i couldn't wait!

After a somewhat nerve-wracking trip, (fear of police asking questions about my
cargo and anticipation of meeting my Goddess), i arrived at Mistress Jamie's
home.  A house slave answered the door wearing a French maid's outfit and
brought me into a sitting room to wait.  Was that the slave that the Box was
intended for?   i wondered.

After about thirty minutes Mistress Jamie entered the room and i fell to my
knees and placed my forehead on the floor.  When i was finally allowed to look
up, at Mistress Jamie's instruction, i saw a vision of beauty and authority
wearing a white blouse and a black mini-skirt.  i was enraptured. 

Mistress Jamie said that we were going out and that as a sign of my
subservience i was to wear a patterned hose full body stocking under my regular
clothes instead of underwear.  After i had quickly made the change my penis was
as hard steel, but Mistress Jamie did not appear to notice.

We left in my truck and drove toward a seedy part of town where there were many
adult oriented businesses.   We pulled around to the back door of an adult
video and bookstore and i backed the truck up to the rear entrance.  i unloaded
the "machine" and brought it into a hallway where there were already four other
"machines" similar to the one i had constructed.  Two had pictures of girls
giving blowjobs and the mouth of each girl corresponded to the hole in the box.
One was had a girl who was on her back with her legs spread wide and the hole
was where her pussy would be, and the fourth was similar to the one i built
except it was a man who was bent over at the waist!

Mistress Jamie came back into the hallway and ordered me to remove my shirt, i
was reluctant but there was no one around so i quickly complied.  i was then
instructed to put my hands behind my back and a pair of handcuffs was snapped
into place.  Mistress Jamie then bent me over the box and pulled off my pants
and shoes and replaced them with five-inch spike heels that had locking ankle
straps and D rings near the instep.  The final item of attire was a dog collar
and it was tightly buckled around my neck.

Before i was allowed to stand, i discovered that there was an open crotch in
the body stocking when Mistress Jamie lubed my ass with a big dollop of
Vaseline.  Mistress Jamie opened the side panel of the "machine" and said, "you
are the sissy-slut that I am going to train!"  My knees went out from under me
from fright and Mistress Jamie used the opportunity to push me inside.  i was
guided over the seat until i felt the dildoe pushing against my ass and i was
quickly forced down upon it.  Next, the spikes of my heels were lifted over the
lower bar and straps placed through the D rings on the shoes so that the arch
was pulled tight to the lower bar. At this point i could not prevent myself
from tipping forward and i did until my forehead rested against the front wall
of the box.  Mistress Jamie then clipped a four-inch chain to the front of my
collar and to the eyebolt below the hole.  The hole that looks from the outside
like the asshole of some porn star slut!

Mistress Jamie told me that from that moment on i would be earning money for
her and that half would be set aside for me.  i would be working to buy female
hormones, breast enlargement surgery, tattooed-on makeup, slutty clothes and
other items I would need as a Las Vegas hooker, my future occupation.  Mistress
Jamie said that she had 56 other such machines placed all around town; all
built by their occupants!  All totally automated!  This store was such a "hot"
location that there were always lines on the weekends and that was why she was
adding a fifth machine.  

Mistress Jamie then showed me a sticker that she was about to affix next to the
button on the front of the box that activated the dildoe shock.  "If service is
not up to expectations please press button as frequently as needed."  i was to
be a cock-sucking sissy slut and there was nothing i could do.  i could not
move my mouth more than one inch away from the hole and it was a strain to do
that.  i could be shocked in the ass for "poor service" and there was no way to
open the panel or undo the spike heels from the bar to which they were attached
as long as my arms were handcuffed behind me.  

Mistress Jamie said that she had to go check on another location and told me i
would be working 16 hours on and 8 hours off for "quite a long time."  The left
panel was replaced and i was in darkness.  A short time later i heard muffled
noises and then the sound of a bill being pulled into the money slot and the
hole cover sliding away: Just as i had designed it to.
slave debbie