Robert had come from a rural area, and was now in a big city, and naive to the concrete jungle.
Not realising that the pretty young lady who approached him was a prostitute, he eagerly agreed to dinner for a small fee.
Realising that he didnít have enough money to pay the bill he left the restaurant, but was caught by the madam the woman worked for.
She offered him the choice of the police, or punishment. He chose punishment, not realising what was entailed.
Trained as a Sissy Maid, he was then assessed for his prowess between the sheets. Robert was that good the Madam offered him a job, and one of the women suggested that they try for one hundred and one orgasms in a night. He asked if
she could take so many? Throwing down the gauntlet, it was accepted.
The promise of six hundred pounds a week, tax paid, as opposed to ten pounds an hour in a local factory, less tax, was what made him choose to join her.
Once trained and beyond the pains of the training, dominatrix style, they had fun and games, sexual of course.