Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

Art of Pain in Berlin 

Once a month I visit a man in London he uses an old slipper on my bare ass, nothing else, he gets me to stand in the corner of an old shed, strip down and wait, it is sore for days, He gives me six bottles of very beautiful cabernet sauvignon and French cigarettes, he bought me an antique French dress last year, I love wearing it with half length black boots.

The erotic anticipation of being stripped and made wait for the leather. 

The Room 



They led me into the room, it was barely lit by a dim bulb and in the center of the empty room was a thin birch rod, I was tied by the wrists and winched up on a low rafter until my toes just touched the floor, they left me hanging for a long time, nothing only my own humiliated body to keep me company. Then the rod hit across my bare ass and seared through my body, then silence, I listened to my own whimpering for a long time then the rod hit my ass again, harder this time and much more sharp, I screamed out and then as before I was left in silence to whimper and moan like the pathetic little cunt I was, hanging and sobbing and twisting with pain, then again the rod and more, five sharp cracks against my bare buttocks. I was thirsty and couldn't even sob just a dry, sharp pain. Then the rod again and they let me down, they placed a bowl of wine at the far end of the room, I lay crumpled with sheer agony on the bare wooden floor, I crawled like a wounded dog over to the bowl and drank like an animal. They locked the door and left me for two hours with my own pain. 

Bruised up and slapped around in Berlin 2016













slapped hard on the bare ass 







before sodomy 

I met a lesbian girl from Berlin in a pub in Dublin and we became good friends. I visited her last summer and she introduced me to the Berlin S and M scene. I expiremented and I was subjected to some sexual violence, I wanted to be






beaten with a cane.