Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

The mistress came back from a month in London, she brought me a beautiful gift of Victorian  lingerie, she sent me to the side room to put them on and then bid me to come to her, she had the same and she wore leather loves that fitted her so tight, she put me over her knee and slowly pulled the panties down to my knees, she held my wrist with her very strong hand and with her other leathered golve hand she proceeded to slap my bare ass, in the large mirror I could watch her beating me it was so sore and she spent time slapping so at the finish my ass was red raw, she then as usual left me on the bare floor to whimper and moan in silence, she retired to get drunk on red wine and returned every so often to beat me as suited her mood. 

She ordered me to stand naked in the middle of the old barn, her friend tied my wrists and ankles with old rope, she approached from the front with a thin stick in her right hand, her friend pushed me on to the ground and adjusted my naked body to the whim of the mistress. They took ages to decide on the best position, they both drank red wine from a bottle and stood over me laughing and sneering. 

They finally decided that my bare ass was the most painful to gain maximum pain, her friend bend me ober and held me in position as the mistress took aim and beat me hard with the thin stick, she beat me until I screamed in agony, I had to scream no three times to get her to stop, her friend then took over and beat me, not as hard, they left the barn and left me to deal with my pain, I knew they weren't finished, they would revisit me four times, they returned the final time and untied me, left me to crawl back to the cottage to clean up their mess from an evenings drinking. If it wasn't to their drunken satisfaction I was warned to expect more of the same. 

Beaten Hard in Berlin 

My newest mistress is extremely strong - she is expert in the martial arts, I am very fit but when she wants to dominate I have little chance to refuse her physical presence. She took off my panties one evening and held my wrist tightly and hand slapped me with her other hand. She dragged me into one of her rooms and left marks all over me, that is her type, she doesn't play a role, she seriously wants to dominate and punish because she gets off on it 

A huge part of my dalliance with sexual pain is the actual fear of being beaten, my various mistresses know my fears as we often discuss the experiences, the mistress I use at the moment is a very intelligent woman she is qualified in psychology and she often tells me that she gives serious consideration to what she does, she gets much out of her various experiences with me, she tells me she aquires strong sexual experiences and she also works on controlling her own emotions. If the emotion isn't right then there is no experience. 

For this particular engagement she left me in an empty room with just a chair and a old night dress to wear, she told me she was going to be very assertive but left me for a long time alone to think and also to be in fear of the pain she would administer. She wore black boots and a black top, nothing else but a piece of thin teak wood. She had fashioned a handle out of it and it was unique and only for me. She came into the room and tied my wrists, she hit me several times around the backside and thighs, I was so very sore and she left me to whimper and deal with it, she returned throughout a three hour period and beat me hard on the backside, on one occasion she roughed me up with her hands, she is an expert in martial arts, black belt I think, she just knows how to use her bare hands on my back and sides, she goes for my arms and drags me around, she uses the teak wood to maximum effect. Then she pulls away, she finished off by ordering me to get on the old oak chair, she lifted up my night dress to inspect my bare ass then she beat me twelve times, only when she heard me sream did she finish, that is the consent finished and she knows she has inflicted the maximum punishment. I watched the moistness on her bald fanny and thighs, I knew she was sexually aroused. She never fails to humiliate after the pain subsides the soreness becomes intensly erotic.

I love Berlin, I live in the old city surrounded by cafes, pubs and lovely old shops. I love buying old antique stuff as I live in an ols apartment bloc with two art students, I often wonder around just browsing and I dress up very often as a woman, no - one minds my transvestism, it is a thing I do and I crave being beaten every so often, Berlin is accepting of all people and creeds,it thrives on creativity and individualism. I take a lot of my own photographs using a self timer, it gives me the opportunity to express my creative side. This photograph was taken shortly after I was given a good beating with an old barbers strop, the courtyard is very pld and lends to good photography, it is also private, my friend Anna helped me a little here with the light meter, she told me she found it very erotic.

My mistress is an expert in the martial arts and she is expert in delivering pain and control, she is very imaginative in her methods, those methods vary from pleasure to control and sometimes it is humiliation. One evening she got it into her head that my ass was like a green apple and she intended to make it ripe. She tied my wrists tight and told me to get onto the bed, she took a ballet pump out of her bag and spent an hour reddening my bare ass. She inspected and was never satisfied, she took into every part of my ass until she acquired the perfect color of pain. A ballet shoe is a strange item to dispense pain - it delivers acute levels of soreness, it also finds the spots where pain will be induced, my mistress uses a very old one with some tears in the fabric, it leaves it's own form of pain and also leaves little strips along already peachy red skin. She finished off with three skites of her thin cane and then left me to photograph it, she took a copy and says she will develop this particular method more. Such is the life of imagination and control, I may be controlling her more than she thinks. Who controls the control freak ? 

I took a break from being beaten, Christmas I took  a severe beating and I wanted to leave it for a good time to heal up and also I didn't much want it, I got the urge last weekend to travel to Bavaria to visit an old mistress, she was in chilled mood and I wanted to walk through the old mountain and wood, she drove me up and I stripped off all but a top, I was shaved down below and thus I walked very stoned through the woods, she said she would keep on the light in the courtyard for me on the back lane. Thus I was isolated and vulnerable walking to the house,I heard wild animals from away in the distance and only one car came close, I slipped into the trees, it was a little cold and I hurried  the last mile, I walked in to the house and the mistress was still chilled, she slapped me a few times and tied me to the table, no cane,no belt but always the fear of a severe beating, she asked me to lie with her at the bottom of the bed and lick her feet and lick under her arms and her fanny. Again I woke in the morning, put on her shirt and made her coffee. I arrived home in Berlin without the marks of which in the past there were many. People change,I think she just wanted company. Such is life I didn't mind not being beaten, it will happen again soon.