Dressed as a Whore by Catherine & Thrown to the Wolves in a Sex Sauna (Part 1)

With her hands holding my high heels in the air, Catherine sucked out the numerous loads of cum inside my ass like she was a woman possessed.

“Nngghh! Happy fucking birthday, you cheap whore!” she said between my legs with a mess of cum and lube smeared all over her gorgeous face before plunging her tongue back inside of me, “your best present is still to come!”

I was still in disbelief at how all of this had even happened. It was my 19th birthday, I was dressed like one of my favorite pornstars, and I’d just been used like a cheap fuck doll by a bunch of random men in one of the sleaziest sex saunas imaginable.

All of it was facilitated by the woman I’d been worshipping for the past six months, Catherine Duffy. This is the true story of how it all happened.

Born n’ Bred Sissy

I’ve always been effeminate, somewhat of a loner, and a devoted fan of porn. I’d say I’m bisexual, but I’ve always had little interest in girlfriends or boyfriends, often opting to dress as a slut and indulge in porn for hours at a time instead of dating.

Around six months ago, I discovered Whoreuro and was finally able to connect with a subculture that matched my insatiable porn addiction. I went down the Gooner rabbit hole and never looked back.

Sissy hypno porn became my bread and butter, and I worked on transforming myself into the nastiest cock sucking whore I could be. Before long, I had become passable and adapted to taking cock in both holes.

Each day, I was conversing with Gooners and Goonettes from around the world before finally plucking up the courage to message Catherine on her Adult Friend Finder account. To my amazement, she replied.

The conversation flowed like a river of cum, and I ended up conversing with her daily about various topics ranging from mundane to depraved. But when I sent Catherine a picture of me dressed as a sissy whore, her interest was piqued.

“I’m in your neck of the woods next week. If you want to be taken down the rabbit hole, meet me near the ferry terminal, and I’ll take your sissification to the next level. Everything will be left as a surprise, though!” Catherine’s message read.

A Porn-Fuelled Road Trip

7 am on a cold winter’s morning. It was my birthday, and I was standing on a terraced street waiting for Catherine. I was shaking, but it wasn’t just from the cold. I had read so much about the Queen of Whores, and I was beyond nervous to meet her in person.

Twenty minutes had passed since our agreed meetup time, and I was paranoid I was being stood up. Suddenly, I heard the hum of an engine crawling down the deserted streets before a stylish Mercedes C-Class came towards me.

“Babe, I’m so sorry I’m late!” Catherine said in a sultry Belfast accent while opening the door, “It took fuckin’ ages to get off the ferry; come in! Oh, and happy birthday!”

Climbing into the car from the bitterly cold weather felt like heaven, but laying eyes upon the Queen of Whores was even better.

Despite having just woken up, Catherine looked immense. Black leather leggings hugged her legs and led your eyes down to a pair of sleek designer heels, and her black Barbour jacket was open just enough to reveal her chest.

Her hair was pulled back into two blonde pigtails, and her gorgeous white smile was framed by lips that were built for cock-sucking. I humbly introduced myself and handed her a Costa Coffee I’d bought her from a 24-hour garage.

“Aww, well, aren’t you a sweetheart!” Catherine gushed before kissing me on the lips, “Just what I needed. So, shall we set off?”

Our trip to Northern England began, and Catherine and I got to know each other on the way. I listened in awe to hear her stories first-hand and could feel my cock leaking down my thighs as she talked.

The Sissy Transformation

We’d checked into a sleazy hotel that had seen better days along the Blackpool shoreline. Alone in the room with Catherine, she threw a Louis Vuitton holdall on the bed and began playing slutty songs by Cardi B and the like from a Bluetooth speaker.

Catherine’s whole demeanor had changed since the car ride. The friendly, laid-back, and funny woman I met had now become a sinister, semi-aggressive, and incredibly dominant force.

”Get in that showed, clean your pussy, and get it plugged,” she snarled while handing me an anal douche and a girthy butt plug, ”when you’re done, I’ll have your outfit ready.”

Ten minutes later, with a sparkling clean butthole stuffed with silicone, I’m being dressed as a whore by the Queen of whores. And, oh my, Catherine knew exactly how to achieve the porn look!

My outfit was a bright pink body stocking that matched the tight pink chastity cage wrapped around my cock. Crystal-clear Pleaser heels adorned my feet, and a pink Whoreuro collar was wrapped around my neck.

Her makeup skills were on point, too, and she clad my face in heavy foundation, mascara, and a subtle amount of lipstick. When the blonde wig was perfectly applied, I was ready.

”Oh, I forgot the finishing touch!” Catherine exclaimed while removing her panties and handing them to me, ”Put these on, and try not to lose them; they were fuckin’ expensive!”

Feeling the material that had been wrapped around her iconic pussy and ass touch my caged cock, and twitching asshole sent goosebumps all over my body.

”Am I ready to serve yet, Catherine?” I said with my voice shaking, ”I’m so excited. I want to please you so badly!”

”Yep, it’s almost time,” she said with a smirk while flicking through porn on the TV, ”cover the outfit up with a tracksuit, and we’ll leave the moment it gets dark”.

Entering the Gates of the Sex Sauna

”Do you know what that is?” Catherine asked with her hand gripping my chastity-caged cock through the panties, ”that’s a sex sauna for gay and bisexual guys. It’s one of the seediest dives in this town, and you’re going in there without me. Inside, you’re going to be used like a human Fleshlight by them inside, and, by the end of it, you’ll be a real sissy whore.”

The walk from Catherine’s car took thirty seconds, but wearing an outfit that would make a hardcore pornstar blush, it felt like thirty hours.

Approaching the sauna door down an alleyway, I saw a foreign cook from a neighboring Indian restaurant playing on his phone and smoking. He looked at me with shocked disgust as I rang the buzzer and waited to be let inside.

The door buzzed open, and I ascended a staircase encased in worn, dated carpets that looked decades old. The smell was a blend of stale cigarettes, sweat, and bleach. I think the word sleazy doesn’t do it justice.

”You look like Cinderella, ready for the ball! Or should it be balls?” the effeminate guy manning the desk at the sauna joked.

I laughed awkwardly as I handed over the £10 entry fee and was handed a heavily-worn towel, condoms, lube, and a locker key before being directed to the changing rooms.

As I locked my valuables away, I could feel the eyes of the various sauna-goers peering into me from the hallway that led into the lounge. My heart was beating out of my chest as I finally ventured inside.

Around my ankle was the rubber band for the locker, and it held packs of condoms and lube in place, ready for the men to take and use like a perverted vending machine.

The men in there were all aged 40 and up. Some were completely naked; others wore a small towel around their waists. Nobody said hello; they just glared at me like wolves.

I had no idea where I was going, and this place was like a rabbit warren. From jacuzzis to saunas, there were lots of places to chill out and relax, but I couldn’t use them because of my outfit and heavy makeup.

Suddenly, I encountered a section that was different than the rest. It was a red and black staircase leading to an upper floor. Maybe it’s a smoking area, I thought and ascended the steps.

How wrong I was. This was a cruising area home to voyeuristic sex cabins, Gloryhole booths, fucking benches, and two small porn cinemas. The place seemed empty, at least to begin with.

Suddenly, the creak of the building’s old floorboards began to grow louder. Multiple men were now ascending the tight staircase I’d just walked up.

You Thought This Was a Good Idea?

With my back to the staircase, I could feel the presence of men behind me combined with the slap of skin on skin and heavy breathing. Turning around, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

There were six of them, aged between 40 and 70, all furiously masturbating their cocks with a hungry look in their eyes. Suddenly, one of them stepped forward and stood inches from my face.

He was muscular, well-built, and foreign, with an Eastern European accent. He intimidated the fuck out of me, and my limp dick rattled in my chastity cage with fear.

”You thought this was a good idea?” he said in broken English with a sinister tone, ”you came in here? Dressed like that? Turn the fuck around!”

I did as I was told and turned in my high heels. The foreign guy rudely prized my asscheeks apart to reveal my butt plug before laughing loudly and sliding it out and showing it to the crowd.

”She’s… she’s ready for you, Jakub!” a more socially-awkward sauna-goer said from the back as Jakub slid my butt plug back inside me and pushed me down onto my knees.

”What are we waiting for? Let’s fuck her up!” one of the guys in his mid-60s shouted while jerking his cock furiously.

I closed my eyes as my heart was beating out of my chest, but the shame of running away now scared me more. Opening them, Jakub had his girthy dick millimeters from my face.

”This is for you, Catherine, the Queen of whores.” I muttered under my breath. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, and Jakub was fucking my throat in milliseconds.

The sexual carnage had begun, and I’d soon learn that I’d bitten off more than I could chew. To read part II of the story and experience the wildest sissy sex story ever told, click here.