You wake up early in the morning because someone woke you up.

You wake up early in the morning from a rough push on your shoulder. You hear a loud and rough male voice. You open your eyes with difficulty and you see Juan Rideiro standing in the center of your motel room.

He looks at you with a contemptuous look. He tells you: “I have additional copies of the keys to each room of my motel. Therefore, you must be ready for my visit at any time convenient for me. If you want to benefit from cooperation with me, then you must fulfill my wishes. I I don't advise you to disappoint me, bitch! Now get out of bed!"

You felt frightened by Juan's sudden morning visit. You obediently got up from your bed.

You see that Juan is examining you and that he is wincing in disgust.

You assume that your appearance irritates him in some way.

You quickly examine yourself and you begin to understand what your problem is.

You realize that your appearance eloquently indicates that you are a prostitute. You are wearing a black women's miniskirt and a pinkish women's top. There are traces of dried male sperm on both your miniskirt and your pink top. On your feet are black women's stockings, which are also stained with dried male sperm. You are now wearing women's shoes: a pair of red women's shoes with heels. You feel on your smooth, hairless skin the exciting touch of the women's underwear you are wearing: red women's panties and a red women's bra.

Juan says, "Right now you look like a dirty street hooker! Your clothes are stained with cum and your clothes smell like cum! Your clothes look like you haven't washed them in a couple of weeks! The makeup on your face is sloppy and partially smudged! I think that your appearance may not please many of your potential clients! You are dirty, smeared with the sperm of many men, a bitch who looks like the cheapest prostitute possible! This is unacceptable. I require you to maintain a high level of your visual attractiveness, I want you looked like a beautiful and expensive prostitute who will attract the maximum number of clients and who will provide a high level of profit for me! So I decided to help you a little, bitch! Today I will go to the nearest city and I will buy things that will help you in your prostitute craft !"

You just stand there with your head down. You are **** to obediently listen to Juan's harsh words. You feel conflicted every time Juan calls you “bitch” or “prostitute”. You understand that these appeals are extremely humiliating to your dignity. However, among other things, you feel strangely excited by these insulting words addressed to you. You feel your tiny penis moving a little, which is locked in a miniature metal chastity cage.

You think: “How low I have fallen. I am humiliated. This rude man insults me every time he addresses me. To him, I am a bitch and a prostitute. My dignity is mercilessly trampled by this rude man. But do I have dignity? Do I have right to talk about some kind of personal dignity? After all, I really allowed strangers to fuck my mouth and my throat with the help of their big, hard, excited dicks! And a man’s dick fucked my anus! And you can also say that I took money from these men! I took the money that men paid to fuck me! Have I finally turned into a prostitute!? Why is my small penis, which is locked in a miniature metal chastity cage, excited by these humiliating thoughts!?"

While you were busy thinking sadly, Juan walked around your motel room. He looked at your things. After that, he turned in your direction.

Juan then came close to you.