Embezzled

Unknown: My offer still stands. You want to come stay with me? I'll take good care of you, baby girl.

I stared at my phone weighing my options: be homeless or be his bitch.

Me: Yes

Unknown: Yes, what?

I stared at my phone lost in thought for a moment. Then I snapped back to the present.

Me: Yes, Daddy. I want to come stay with you.

Unknown: Good. Clit still locked in my cage?

I reached between my legs and felt the hard metal. I had fumbled with it the day after I got home, but there was no use. It was locked tight.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Unknown: You still have your panties and bra?

Me: Yes, Daddy, I do.

Unknown: Put them on. Stand on the corner at the top of your street under the light so I can see you shaking that ass when I get there.

Wear high-heels if you have them. Nothing else. And send me a picture.

You can bring anything you can fit inside a pillowcase except your clothes and phone. Leave those behind.

Me: Okay, Daddy.

My mother was out for the evening which made my exit easier.

I found a pair of heels from her closet and slid my feet into them.

I had never worn heels before. I was surprised that they felt a little small on me.

My legs wobbled as I adjusted to walking in them.

In her vanity, I found some pink lip gloss. I knew Marcus would appreciate the gesture.

I coated my lips how Chloe taught me. My lips looked shiny, plump, and ready for cock.

I packed some personal items into a pillowcase then wrote a short letter:

Mom,

Sorry for the trouble. I found another place to stay.

I know where I belong now. Don't worry about me.

I'll be fine.

-Krissy, your sissy son.

It was just past midnight on a weekday. The streets were empty. I could hear dogs barking and cars far in the distance.

The corner was approximately two-hundred yards from my mother's house. I walked the sidewalk under streetlights to the corner.

I was nervous and my heart was pounding.

I stood in my stolen heels and matching pink underwear at the top of the street. There was no shelter. I stood in the open.

I snapped a picture and sent it to Marcus.

Thankfully, not many cars passed. Most sped by and didn't seem to notice me. A few slowed down to get a look at me.

While I waited, a stout, white man with grey hair stopped his red compact convertible to ask if I needed a lift or a place to spend the night.

I told him I was waiting for somebody.

He drove off disappointed.

Right behind him, a large grey sedan pulled up.

Inside was a familiar, middle-age black man I had seen a number of times jogging around the neighborhood.

He took a good look at me, then boldly told me to climb in and suck his cock.

He didn't drive off disappointed.

Nearly ten minutes later, Marcus finally pulled up in his black sedan. The window of his passenger door rolled down.

I leaned forward into his dark car and shook my ass over my shoulder for him.

'Hi, Daddy," I sang sweet and seductively.

His passenger door unlocked.

I climbed in and noticed his cock was already out, hard and waiting.

He reached over and pulled me down to his lap. He drove away as I took him in my mouth.

After a short drive, he stopped in a dark parking lot and came heavily down my throat.

I nearly gagged before he let me up for air.

He walked around the car and pulled me out of the passenger side door.

With his hand on the top of my ass, he walked me a short distance to a store front with dark tinted windows.

There were neon lights out front and a sign flashed that read, "Tattoos."

A couple men were with customers in the front two rooms.

There was a tall, busty woman with a heavily tattooed chest and arms waiting for us in the back of the parlor.

Her long scarlet hair was braided on one side. She was tan and pretty, but she smelled like cigarettes.

"Another one?" she said as we walked in.

"There won't be any left if you keep it up," she added with a laugh.

"This one was easy. Chloe found her on the beach. Turned her out in one night.

Gave her a taste and she was begging for it. Isn't that right, baby girl?" he said to her approval.

I answered by rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"Usual, then?" she asked.

"No, I'm keeping this one. I want something special for her.

And call the doc, set up the house-call for early next week," he replied as he held me close with his hand on my ass.

She looked at me and smiled excitedly.

"She need clothes too?" she asked Marcus as she looked at my panties.

"No, she won't wear clothes for a few days yet," he said with a squeeze.

He walked me over to a book she had sitting on the counter.

I held onto Marcus' arm and looked around the room as they talked and flipped through it.

"Those will look good. Might be able to do it in one session," she commented.

She turned to me and guided me to the table by my arm.

"Okay lucky girl, looks like you earned yourself a treat. Hop up and put that little butt in the air," she said as she patted my ass.

I climbed up onto the table on my hands and knees.

"I'll take those pretty panties, sweetie. You can have them back when I'm done," she said, sliding the lace thong down my legs and over my heels.

She whispered in my ear, "Normally, he just has me ink a little black queen of spades on their asses. You get something special."

I laid face down on the table and wondered how many other sissies like me are out there.