Anne

 The phone call with the agency was short. Anne should come over for the next few days, then they would like to discuss the further formalities with her directly. Now she was standing in front of the escort agency's office on the 5th floor of an old apartment building. Everything was a bit dirty and oppressive here. An uncomfortable feeling rose in her, she inevitably had to scratch her arms. Actually she wanted to turn around immediately, run down the stairs and get away from here. But she thought of a well-paying job and rang the doorbell. A nobly dressed middle-aged woman opened the door for her and let her in. She entered a very modern, tastefully furnished anteroom. The woman asked Anne to be patient and put something in front of her to drink. While the woman was working at her desk again, Anne looked at the artistically pinned up hair and the discreetly made-up face. Anne thought, "Do you realize how beautiful she is". After a while the lady finally has time for Anne. She calls herself Madame Babette. She quickly gets to the point of the escort service. Every year she travels to Morocco with young women for six weeks to look after a club of elite men. There are no costs for the women, there is only one condition: they have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. Anne looked at the artistically pinned up hair and the discreetly made-up face. Anne thought, "Do you realize how beautiful she is". After a while the lady finally has time for Anne. She calls herself Madame Babette. She quickly gets to the point of the escort service. Every year she travels to Morocco with young women for six weeks to look after a club of elite men. There are no costs for the women, there is only one condition: they have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. Anne looked at the artistically pinned up hair and the discreetly made-up face. Anne thought, "Do you realize how beautiful she is". After a while the lady finally has time for Anne. She calls herself Madame Babette. She quickly gets to the point of the escort service. Every year she travels to Morocco with young women for six weeks to look after a club of elite men. There are no costs for the women, there is only one condition: they have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would also endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. After a while the lady finally has time for Anne. She calls herself Madame Babette. She quickly gets to the point of the escort service. Every year she travels to Morocco with young women for six weeks to look after a club of elite men. There are no costs for the women, there is only one condition: they have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. After a while the lady finally has time for Anne. She calls herself Madame Babette. She quickly gets to the point of the escort service. Every year she travels to Morocco with young women for six weeks to look after a club of elite men. There are no costs for the women, there is only one condition: they have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. there is only one condition: you have to do everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her. there is only one condition: you have to fulfill everything but also everything the man wants. Anne saw money, a lot of money and the sun. She would endure that little bit of sex, because she didn't care about it, sex had never been fun for her.
Quickly and without thinking too much, she signed the contract. Madame Babette now wanted to take her measurements. Anne took off her jeans and tight shirt. Babette indicated with a hint of the finger to brush the rest off of her as well. Now she looked at the naked Anne. This looked boyish. She was slim, tall and narrow and had long legs, beautiful long legs and short, messy blond hair. A handful of breasts and her shaved pubic area now left no doubt about her femininity. Madame Babette measured Anne's waist. Then she left the room briefly to come back with a thin golden chain. She put it around Anne's waist. Anne shuddered at the cold metal on her skin. Madame Babette's hands slid from her hips over her bottom to Anne's thighs. Madame Babette opened it with gentle pressure. Now Anne stood with her legs apart in front of Madame Babette, who was kneeling in front of her. Slowly she stroked her thighs, and Anne shuddered again. Now the hands were very close to their most intimate area. Babette used the tape measure here too. She ran her fingers over the labia. Anne was tingling. Babette slowly pushed her middle finger into Anne. Anne groaned and immediately afterwards a cry of pain escaped her. Because Babette immediately pulled her finger out again in order to insert a cold hard object. She ran her fingers over the labia. Anne was tingling. Babette slowly pushed her middle finger into Anne. Anne groaned and immediately afterwards a cry of pain escaped her. Because Babette immediately pulled her finger out again in order to insert a cold hard object. She ran her fingers over the labia. Anne was tingling. Babette slowly pushed her middle finger into Anne. Anne groaned and immediately afterwards a cry of pain escaped her. Because Babette immediately pulled her finger out again in order to insert a cold hard object.
Anne saw that the dildo, it could only be a dildo, was connected with chains. Madame Babette fastened this on her stomach and back with a hip chain. It should no longer be possible for Anne to remove the dildo herself. Babette just said, "Good preparation for a job is everything".

Anne ran through the city. Every step hurt, the dildo in her filled her completely. She had received a lot of money from Madame Babette. The first thing she should do is buy pretty light summer dresses, an elegant red evening dress, but also skirts and tight blouses. She should never accompany a man in pants. She needed panties of a touch of nothing. Madame Babette didn't want high shoes. Because Anne should not be taller than the men who accompanied her in the future. Anne still had to go to the hairdresser. Brown and longer was Madame Babette's instruction.

Anne felt terrible, tears ran down her face as she left the hairdresser. She now had chin-length, light brown hair. The extremely gay hairdresser was commissioned by Madame Babette to give Anne special treatment. After Anne had to sit on a chair without a backrest all the time, so that she was constantly plagued by the dildo, he took her to an adjoining room to pay. He pushed Anne against the wall, pulled up her t-shirt, bit her nipples that made her scream. Grabbed between her legs to penetrate her with his fingers. But ever stopped when he noticed that it was "drawn".
Now he pressed them down to his pants and opened them. Please me with your mouth, he commanded her. Disgusted, she followed her command until it poured deep into her mouth. His manhood flowed down her throat, she swallowed and gagged, and she felt disgusted with herself.
But he wasn't done with her yet. Now, like Madame Babette, he was holding a gold chain with small clips at the ends. Anne knew what these are for. She begged that he shouldn't do that. She screamed as he attached the clamps to the nipples. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
When he then accompanied her out to the shop, he said, "You have to prepare better".

She took the train back to her student room. She wanted to get out of her clothes and take a shower as soon as possible. The shower felt good. All the touches of the day should be washed off. The nipple chain had to go! While lathering she came to the dildo, the touch made her body shudder painfully. She tried to pull out the pain reliever. The clasp of the chain opened and she had a liberating feeling as the hated part slipped out of her.
She dried herself off, set the alarm clock, went to bed, and fell asleep immediately.
The alarm clock rang very early in the morning. Anne got up immediately and put her pants and T-shirts in a travel bag.
In the bathroom her eyes fell on the dildo and the chain. Yes, should she leave that there. She put it in her pocket. She wanted to go home to her parents. Never see Madam Babette again. But then she paused, went to the bag and took out the horrible parts again. She sat on the bed, looked at the dildo, rubbed it with her hand. She took off her pants and panties. Caressed her chest with the toy, circled her navel, this cold metal made her skin shudder again. Slowly she led him down her thighs, now she spread her legs and touched the toy. Now she took her fingers. For the first time in her life, she penetrated herself with her finger. She trembled with well-being and noticed how she was getting wetter and wetter. Now she moved her finger faster. A surge of pleasure came over her. She moaned, breathed harder, and finally screamed out her orgasm loudly. She lay there contentedly.
Her hand felt the dildo. Resolutely, she took it and went into the bathroom with it. She put one leg on the edge of the tub, opened a little with her fingers and slowly introduced the tormentor. Again she felt this pain and it brought tears to her eyes. I'll never get used to it, she thought. She put the chain around her waist and secured the dildo on it. She took the nipple chain and stood in front of the mirror and clenched her teeth. The tears ran down her cheeks, the pain in her nipples was so great. She tried cold water to soothe the nipples.
Slowly she began to put on make-up, discreetly but very chic like Madame Babette. She fastened her hair at the nape of the neck with a clip. She put on one of the “breeze of nothing” briefs, a knee-length skirt and a tight white blouse. Chic shoes with small heels let her beautiful long legs come into their own.
Anne unpacked her bag again. Now she put all the newly purchased expensive pieces in there. On top she put her passport.
She cleaned up her room. Wrote a letter to her roommate asking them to take care of their "booth". She then put it in front of his door.

Anne took the train again to see Madame Babette. She was prepared.

Tomorrow the flight goes to Morocco.