Debbie Part 8

Once the shop had closed, it was time to go whoring earnest. Both Debbie and Shawna were popular and usually they were given assignments at the end of the workday. Sometimes together, but mostly alone. Debbie had achieved a reputation as the best cocksucker and cuntlapper the town had seen in years, and she spent a considerable portion of her days and nights on her knees. The shop was open 365 days a year and the slaves working there never had a day off. The closest they came to a vacation was when Miss Robertson went on holiday, but usually Mistress made a point of sending a substitute that was even crueler.

The customers never paid Debbie or Shawna directly. They were all registered in Mistress' very discrete database and paid by credit card. No money ever changed hands and Debbie and Shawna both looked quite respectable, if a lot sexier than average. In fact neither Debbie nor Shawna ever handled any money at all. Mistress had forbidden them to have any and she expressly forbade the customers to tip the girls. Debbie and Shawna lived their lives completely penniless. The tickets for the subway, which they took every day, were given to them, even the taxis they sometimes had to take home or to a customer were prepaid. Neither had a credit card of any kind. When Debbie and Shawna stepped outside their handbags contained only items useful for their jobs as whores. Apart for a surprising number of sex toys; dildo, handcuffs, Vaseline, gag, nipple clamps, surgical needles and such, their bags contained only some make-up and a cell phone. The phone could only dial one number and it wasn't 911. It was the number to Miss Robertson, who coordinated all whoring activities for the sissy-whores.

Debbie and Shawna had not achieved any noticeable degree of freedom since moving away from the dungeons at Mistress' mansion. They lived together in a very small apartment block owned Mistress and run by a supervisor hired by her. In the five stories building were 9 apartments.