A new life in the centre of Amsterdam and my dream job. I have been able to start my own psychotherapy office in the very centre of the city. In the heat of the action, my specialist services are focused on sexual and fetishism therapy with my office at day located directly on the pedestrian back streets of the red light district. Our generous flat above us.
Nub doesn't quite share the same enthusiasm for my new office. The forced career change funds board and food but the new hours are long and a medical degree is no longer required for Nub's role.
Nub now gets to wear a uniform at least. I pride myself in guests feeling immediately welcome. And guests entering my practice are now met by my receptionist. Formerly a very straight and masculine boxer, my slave is now conditioned to meet clients at the doorway to the office after buzzing them through the intercom. Clients are usually amused or aroused at my muscular receptionist and her outfit.
Nub is dressed in plain white panties. Her flat cage is visible beneath the crisp white. Her panties showing the flat void between her legs and her balls are kept tucked away. Above the low cut panties is the bold stencilling of "Zero Inch" on display. Just in case clients are in any doubts over the size of my doll's non-existent dick.
Above the panties Nub wears only two items. Her thin silver collar and an impossibly tight corset tied tight around her waist. The effect is a large muscular frame dressed up like a cheap whore. Nub wearing fishnet stockings up to her thighs, and tiny high heeled shoes.
It's been well over a year since Nub was allowed any cum release. She has learnt to accept she no longer has a dick. It's best hidden away permanently. Her daily throat training has reinforced her role in life as cock sucker. I have told her we may tattoo her forehead with this label in time.
It took a while to break Nub into completing her new role without tears. But now through the training of punishment she has accepted her role. She knows she can never be mistaken for a male despite her muscles on constant display.
Nub works as my receptionist during the day and my whore every night. The red light cubicle with floor to ceiling window allows her to perform at night, dressed in the same humiliating costume to the laughing stag do groups as they pass and leer, roaring at her obscene display. I can only hope they notice the desperate humiliation in her eyes. She gyrates and dances on a small pedestal for all who pass.
Nub's status as a dickless muscle pig is of course very clear to the passing trade. She seems to be of particular use to the larger gay bear communities for some reason. She certainly earns her keep these days, legs wide on her back as paying customers fuck the manliness out of her gaping pussy. Her white panties and tattoo enough to satisfy any real male as they gradually fill with cum over the course of an evening.
Finally - and as if her humiliation were not enough - I have secured Nub a part time job to ensure she is as exposed as she can be. On Thursday evenings I sacrifice the enhanced earnings I could receive from her red light booth. Instead, Bryan and I enjoy a night in one of the specialist gay bars in our area. It's free beers all night for us in exchange for the service of our muscle bitch. Nub works a full shift in the bar as waitress every Thursday night. Working the tables dressed only in a pair of tight white knickers and heels, her modesty destroyed by her Zero Inch tattoo. It's a source of great horniness for me to watch the despair on her straight boy face as she is groped and exposed by leering customers who enjoy such a muscular bitch as she works. Her dickless crotch the source of raucous laughter and shame.
And yet despite the tears, despite the humiliation, when she takes off her panties at the end of her shift and kneels before me I do believe I see in those deep eyes a spark of recognition. That's she found her true calling. A forever dickless slut.
She crawls between my legs and takes my hard dick down her throat and i rest my legs over her shoulders and down her back. As I relax and sigh with contentment, beer in hand, my bitch slurps away at my mighty cock. The natural order is in view.
And as she returns to her cell at night and removes her filthy panties, I look down at the tiny flat cage where a dick should be. Nodding in approval, I watch my bitch slut take her panties into her mouth and begin the nightly process of sucking them clean of the nightly fluids.
Tomorrow is another day of service for my straight boy nub slut.
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