She awoke feeling quite different. She found herself blindfolded, perched on something that caused her body to strain to remain upright, her hands imprisoned against her waist, and a feeling of severe restraint around her upper chest, waist and extending to her hips. She tried to say something but found she was unable to with something strapped between her lips. She heard motion behind her and in moments the blindfold was removed and she saw an incredible sight in the full length mirror in front of her. I was aghast and alarmed at the vision in front of me. Worse, I was turned on by it and felt my cock hardening. I saw a woman whose appearance appealed to my decadent and lewd thoughts. She had waist length, platinum blonde hair that had been teased and curled so that it reminded me of the Big Hair style that was so common with prostitutes. Her face was made up heavily and whorish. Several colors of blue eyeshadow, wide dark lines of eyeliner accenting top and bottom eyelids, and show girl length, thick, black eyelashes. Her lip line had been overextended until she had big, wide, lips painted garishly in dark red. Cocksucker lips! Between these lips was strapped a large red ball gag. From her ears dangled three sets of earrings. The bottom set were long, multi- stranded gold chains adorned with tiny bells. The middle holes had two inch gold hoops that clanged against the lower earrings with every movement of her head. The top holes had small replicas of a cock mounted onto the studs. Around her neck were three necklaces. The first was a two inch wide choker that forced her to hold her head erect. It was red leather and in black lettering were the words "CockSucking Slut" Next was a golden chain the hung just below her neck with the words "I'm a Sexy B*tch" proudly displayed. The third necklace had a replica of a cock and balls and this hung between her tits. Her dress consisted of a red chiffon, nearly transparent top while the short, tight mini skirt portion was shiny red satin.. Under the low-cut ruffled top were huge, cone shaped boobs enclosed it a black bra. The bra looked to be from the fifties when large, conical shaped bras were in fashion and would give any woman the appearance of large, pointed cone shaped breasts. They had been jokingly referred to as B-52's or torpedoes because of how prominently a woman's tits were thrust forward, as if trying to make them even larger and more pronounced. Being a crossdresser, I had wished I'd been dressing back then as that style of bra had always excited me, thinking how much attention I'd have gotten wearing it. It also figured heavily into one of my mental images of myself being dressed as a slut with huge protruding tits that would cause everyone to stare at me. The corset she was wearing was black leather and looked to be severely laced. Her bosom was pushed upward by stiff leather shelving resting just under her bra cups. Her waist was cinched down unmercifully tight giving her a nipped in small waist that seemed to be causing her trouble breathing. The heaving of her tits was evident as she was reduced to taking short, tiny, gasping breathes and the jiggle of her massive boobs was quite erotic and exciting. The very act of her breathing would draw added attention to this exquisitely slutty whore, as I could see in the mirror. The way her shape was so well defined it was a bet that the corset was not only severely laced but heavily ribbed with ungiving steel stays. Below her slim waist her hips swelled out femininely into voluptuous curves that wiggled and swished with her every movement. It appeared that the corset was forcing her into the S curves that only a severe, figure training corset could do. Around her waist and accenting it was a black, three inch wide, stretch belt with a large rhinestone buckle that added another slutty touch as it glittered and sparkled in the light with her every move. Peaking out below the hem of the dress, which was at least eight inches above her knees, there were eight black garters adorned with red satin bows. The garters were stretched tautly and attached to black fishnet stockings that had a seam running up the back. Between the top of the stockings and the bottom of her dress, the girl was displaying several inches of creamy flesh as well as her garters. The bare thighs were sectioned and highlighted by the black garters and bordered by black below, the stocking tops, and red above, the dress. Again it was the type of outfit my fantasy slut, me, would be forced to wear. My cock throbbed and I felt precum oozing from it. The heels she was wearing were truly fantasy shoes. They were a pair of red patent, pointed toe pumps with double ankle straps. The long, thin, metal heel was extremely slender, ending in a tiny tip no bigger than the clicker of a ball point pen. The towering height looked to be over six inches high and if that was true, these were really "Fuck Me" heels. Stiletto spiked heels like these combined with black, seamed fishnet stockings were the trademark of whores and sluts. Therefore it stood to reason that the sexy vision in the mirror was just that... A Slut A Whore A Cunt. A woman whose sole purpose in life was to suck cocks and get fucked when she wasn't wantonly and shamelessly exposing herself by strutting and parading around. A woman who WANTED to be stared at lewdly, who was thrilled by being promiscuous and wild and flaunted her ultra-femininity brazenly while strolling down a street or through a mall. The type of woman who men loved to stare at and think of doing obscene and vulgar things to. The type of woman, other women scorn and treat with contempt and ridicule, never missing a chance to tell the hookers how depraved and immoral and trashy they are. Women would single this girl in the mirror out for chastisement and treat her with contempt if she was to walk through a mall tricked out like she was. They would be unmerciful in their cruel taunting, teasing and tormenting of her. Intentionally they would bring unwanted stares of derision and mockery to bear on this vision of sluttiness and humiliate and embarrass her as much as possible. The men would ogle and gawk, mentally undressing her and doing unspeakable things to her that their own women wouldn't do. Some would think of demanding the bitch to give them blowjobs for hours in front of their male friends. Others would have her in bondage and rape her over and over until she begged them to stop only they wouldn't. They would tease her tits without mercy and turn her into a wanton, oversexed, nympho whose only thought was to orgasm again and again. Still others would use mechanical devices to both humiliate and sexually frustrate her or to overload her with hours of continuous orgasms she couldn't prevent as vibrating dildos fucked her without let up until she was oblivious of all else except possessing ultra-sensitive tits and cunt. Men seemed to love the idea of subjecting a woman to such horrible and humiliating fantasies. I should know. I was like those men once, before my Mistress began my feminization. I knew every disgusting and perverted thought men would have upon seeing this fantasy whore in public, strutting and flaunting her femininity so shamelessly. Being ordered to keep looking in the mirror the girl saw details she had missed before. Her chiffon sleeves billowed out around her arms ending in flounced cuffs above her wrists. On each wrist jangled six bangle bracelets as she struggled in her bonds. Above the bracelets were red leather wrist cuffs that were in turn dog clipped to a red waist belt cinched tightly above the black stretch belt. Each ankle, directly above the straps of her towering heels, had a red ankle cuff secured to it with a length of gold chain between the cuffs, hobbling her. Mistress appeared in the mirror and as the slutty looking whore struggled in vain to free her wrists Mistress sprayed her everywhere with a scent only whores would use. First Mistress sprayed her ears and her neck. Then several spritzs down the awesome cleavage between those huge titties. Each wrist and ankle received a spray followed by a spray behind each knee. Then the ultimate humiliation, the red satin dress was pulled up exposing a crotch covered in frothy black rows of lace. The whore was wearing black sissy panties under her red dress! Mistress sprayed the panties several times until the slut reeked of the whorish scent. With the hem of the dress still raised she lowered the panties until the girl's pussy was visible. Slowly mistress inserted first one finger, then a second and began finger fucking the whore. The slut's hips began undulating as her pussy thrust forward pushing Mistress's fingers deeper within her. A moan of sexual frustration escaped from the ball gag as no more than a muffled sound. The sluts eyes grew wide in wonder, followed by desire and need as she began grinding her pussy into Mistress's hand. Mistress massaged the whore's cunt until the slut was wriggling and humping in frustration and craving, wiggling and shaking provocatively as if advertising her promiscuousness and begging to be satisfied. The whore began gyrating her hips and ass in wild abandon in the hopes of achieving an orgasm. Without warning, Mistress stopped and pulled her hand away as the whore cried out in frustration into her gag. Little more than muted moaning and unintelligible sounds came past the effective ball gag. As I watched, her girl juices left a wet spot on the black panties. With that evidence in front of my eyes I was forced to accept the fact that the immodest, shameless slut so badly wanting her feminine orgasm was ME!!!!