STORY DESCRIPTION After my divorce I moved to a new town, and met up with a set of twins from my youth. The meeting was not as expected, and my youthful sexual activities were now to be repaid.
After a period in their pig sty and a painful session at their hands, I was told that I now worked for them as a sales rep, not a problem that is what I was, but I now had to demonstrate their lingerie, it was special, made for the domination professionals, and transsexuals. My clients were dominatrix's, and hell bent on punishing me in many ways, or fucking me.
They shamed me by making leave the farm in female lingerie of under my normal clothes and a car full. I was expected to demonstrate the lingerie, pumping up the bra I wore from an 'A,' cup to a 'G,' cup, allowing the vixens to tighten my corset, until my eyes popped out, or to take the cane, every call was different, yet every time I seemed to leave them with an order, and in pain somewhere.
Like an ordinary salesman I was given a target, fifty percent of my stock, but if I failed to reach it I spent the week end in the pig sty, back at the farm, and over seventy per cent, to make any money.
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