Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

Yesterday we had a few people around and it evolved into me being stripped and given a good session with the cane, I went to the shop this morning and my ass was very sore, if only people knew that the chick walking down the road was a guy wearing the tiniest of panties and having a red raw ass from two girls playing with him the evening before 

My bare ass after being subjected to a harsh anal session with two men who were very well hung 

I was working this morning in my apartment and making coffee when the bell rang, it was one of my mistresses, she wanted to beat me, I wasn't in the mood but she had travelled across the city and I felt she needed to beat me, I went into my bedroom and put on my see through night dress bent over on the bed - she hit  me ten times on the ass and that was it, she took of her top and held me between her breasts until the pain subsided a little, then she hit me four more times. At the moment I can barely sit so I am going for a walk to the shops with a great deal of soreness but a delicious feeling of been used as an object of great need and desire. 

I am not owned now - I make my own choices of when and where I want to beaten and or sexually humiliated - this was when I was owned three years ago by a dominating sadistic mistress 

I am away for the weekend to the Baltic Coast - messing around last night with some friends taking naughty photos 

My mistress brought me to the old house and led me into the lane, I was wearing only a silk nightdress, it was loose and as I walked over to the derelict shed she ordered me to let it drop so it barely covered my bare backside, she positioned me between the dark and light, I felt the first whack of the sally rod as it hit off my buttocks, I grabbed a metal hanger to hold tight as she targetted my backside and for the last four strokes she aimed at my thighs, the more I whimpered and moaned it seemed to drive her further to inflict pain, most times she delivered ten to twelve strokes of the harsh sally rod, on Monday she went on, she hit my arms, and midrift as her temper increased then as I went to pull up the silk across my sore body she screamed " you little tramp; I am not finished" and she beat my backside five more times, harder than she had ever done. She led me out of the shed and tethered me to a gatepost and she went into the house where I watched her drinking red wine and watching me in pain, she left me outside for a good two hours. Just a quiet Monday in the mind of stern mistress.  

I visited a person once while I was at college in England, I met him in a cafe in Central London and got talking - I told him I was very into being used as a subservient transvestite. He told me that he held fantasies of caning a girl and he thought me very pretty as a boy. We arranged for me to travel to the West of England. He lived in a very  old house in the Cotswolds, I brought my girls clothes with me and soon as I arrived I asked him to let me change into Maria, I wore an off white corset and black boots with hold up silk tights. A black bobbed wig finished me off, in twenty minutes I saw myself in the mirror as some Victorian vision, the man bid me over and took my hand, he pushed it into his trousers, he was extremely well hung and seriously erect, he held me tight by the wrist and slowly pushed me down onto my knees, in the mirror I watched him take out his penis and I watched myself servicing his erection.

I was a total subservient slut and as his erection filled my mouth and throat he played with me, he pulled out and ordered me to strip to the bare he told me to leave on the boots and he showed me the court yard with an old chair, he bid me go there and wait he returned soon with a long bamboo cane, he was very powerful and his arms were strong and tanned, he ordered me to lie over the chair and he hit me with the cane on the ass and thighs, he said I would get the bakers dozen, twelve plus an extra one, that extra one was the hardest, I was whimpering and crying as he pulled me up and led me to the bedroom where he sodomized me, not once but several times. He said my sobbing and whimpering turned him on and made him hard.