“I have some concerns”

I took a cab to the same building I had resided in some weeks ago. The driver maybe knew of the location already, because when I told him where we were going and he saw how I was dressed, let’s just say I’m surprised he made it there considering his eyes barely left the rear view mirror.

I was given a passcode to enter in my email. It seemed like I was having trouble remembering things like this anymore, so to be age I had written it down on a small price of paper and tucked it into my bra for safe keeping. A click of the door confirmed my entry and I walked into the same reception area I had previously.

The same balding overweight man was there, only this time I could see him furiously pumping away at something, which as it turned out was a large breasted sissy in a gimp costume. Black latex covered every inch of her body except the undercarriage. Her hole accessible for the man to ravage, and her rather large cock flapping freely as he pounded into her back door. Her face was unrecognizable under the leather mask, the mouth zipped shut so only muffled groans and moans were audibly other that the slapping of raw flesh and the pudgy mans own pleasurly grunts.

He didn’t even stop what he was doing while for a proper greeting “yeah what?” Was all I was offered. Obviously he wasn’t in the mood for an interruption by some random sissy he couldn’t even have a similar experience with.

“Um, I was supposed to see Jessica?” I meekly replied when suddenly more guttural moans began from the gimp sissy, still as muffled as before, but this time accompanied with the release of several pathetic looking drips of clear liquid. I suppose it was what she was capable of producing in the way of an orgasm, because it also became apparent the sissy lacked testicles. I also could see some semblance of labia that had started to form. It was u clear weather this sissy tried to go all the way to female, or wanted to be some kind of futa, but was clear is that her time had expired before she got there, else she was guilty of some kind of disobedience, and now she was a fucktoy for this rather disgusting man before me.

“Second door.” He dot back at me, and the turned his attention back to the orgasming sissy, in hopes to achieve his own.

“Come in Mandy” a voice called from behind the aforementioned door. I opened the door and passed through the entry, “sit down, please.” Jessica greeted me much more warmly that the man who couldn’t be bothered to stop fucking his gimp long enough to welcome me.

I sat somewhat slumped in the chair, legs apart and feet flat on the floor. Jessica stared for a moment and spoke “now is that the was a good sissy presents herself?”

I remembered back to one of my many web videos I had watched, and sat back up with good posture, legs crossed, and arms tucked neatly behind me.

“Much better. Mandy, I really wanted to talk to you about what’s been going on since your stay here.”

“Okay.”

“I’m glad that your time in the gloryhole has...increased your appetite for cum. But we’ve had several reports of men wanting to take you out for a date with dinner and actual courtship, just to have you attack them and give them oral. Is this true?”

“Yes. The first date I was on that’s all he wanted, so I thought that’s kinda how it worked.”

“I see. Sometimes men will create their own profiles and act as if they are willing to take you on as a sissy slutwife, when in reality all he wanted was sex. He probably tried to penetrate you as well?”

“How did you know that?”

“This sort of thing happens. You did the right thing, you should never refuse service to a man requesting it, but he cannot deflower you. This is very important. We want your little hole to be in good working order for your daddy, but free of ever having been cummed in by some random.”

She spoke so matter of factory about things so foreign to me just 2 months ago. She then continued on.

“I also have heard you’ve been stopping at random gloryholes outside out reach?”

“Just a couple times” I nervously answered.

“Bit that the practice doesn’t help, but for god sake please check in here if you need to swallow cum for three hours at a time. The men here require memberships and are screened for diseases. I love your enthusiasm, but for gods sake be fucking smart about it.”

I nodded meekly. I didn’t know coming back here was a possibility.

“So what is like to see, is for you to take your dates not seriously, and let the men control the happenings of the night. And further, if you really need to be a gloryhole slut again, just check in with Greg at the front desk and he’ll give you a stall for however long you chose. It could be for half an hour, it could be all day. Whatever you wish. And while your here, you can take advantage of the spa for some sissy pampering and there’s a supply room as well if you need new toys. Okay?”

Yes ma’am, thank you so much.”

“One last thing. You’re still caged correct?”

Although still uncomfortable, I was beginning to notice it a lot less. I nodded in reply as I readjusted it’s position, the discomfort returning at its mention.

“There are many men who request castrated sissies, and I know it’s a lot to take on. But hear me out. Right now, we have just over 10,000 ‘girls’ under our care. About 60% of them are female, whether they started out that way or not, so you’re already somewhat of a minority. Of the sissies that still have a penis, 90% of them keep their testicles. We really don’t have enough eunuchs to meet the demand, so if you want to turn the odds in your favor, you may want to consider it. Plus, if you did this your cage would no longer be required.”