

I have a girl who is German and likes to administer sadistic forms of pain, she has often said that putting boyish men in girls panties gives her more impetus to deliver pain. The birch is sore, it stays for days it is wicked.
My favorite city in the world and this is where I am most active, both sexually and emotionally - this weekend I am booked in with two very curious philosophy girls who are very interested in administering some sadistic pain to my lovely little Irish ass, the terms are that they must penetrate me anally so they have been to the adult store to buy what is required .
By the Berlin Wall

Waiting for the Bull Whip 
A View of the Bull Whip
I visited the Pit Rivers Museum in Oxford a while back, I was a littled st--ned and wearing the tiniest of kinky panties and a bra - I felt absolutely dirty and kinky and the museum is full of strange artefacts, I couldn't keep my eyes off this African war mask, it drove me mad with highly imaginative desires. From severe humiliation to degrading sodomy, my panties were very moist when I felt them later. The life of a kinky transvestite is never dull. I had a few pints after in the Kings Arms around from the museum, they tasted delicious. I went off to meet a friend later and she got great joy out of the story I am relating now. She had no problems taking her panties off, none at all, girls I think get great pleasure out of kinky men wearing their panties and things.
Tied up in an old warehouse, a mask placed on my face, a beating to my legs and thighs, a vibrating ten inch plastic cock inside my rectum - now some people would describe that as sexual tension 

Relating to Self Sodomy
I called a man I knew well in London last year whilst waiting for the bus - he lived about a ten minute walk from the bus stop, I wanted caned on the bare ass, or I needed caned on the bare ass, I went to the house, he ushered me into a side room, I removed my clothes down to my little panties, lay over a leather chair and he caned me severely three times on my bare ass. I got up put on my clothes, sobbing with pain I left and returned to the bus stop.


