Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

She ordered me to come to the old wood in school uniform and wear red panties and brassiere, I was to walk through the old bridleway that laid to the ruins at the far side of the wood. It was isolated and the wood was lonelyand atmospheric,  her requests often spelt punishment. 

I started off walking and the erotic feelings started to flush through my groin, it was shaved of all hair and my cock was semi hard inside the little red panties. I was on edge, with this girl I never knew what to expect, I kept walking along the bridle path, at the edge was a large oak tree, I saw her and another girl, they stepped in front and grabbed my arm and hair, the other girl pulled my shirt and worked at my skirt, they threw me down in the scrub behind the oak tree and stripped me down to the little red panties. They tied my wrists and ankles with old cord, then they dragged me deep into the wood to pester and punish me as often happened when I was called.

They tied me to an old gatepost and took off their own shirts to reveal their well toned breasts and arms, then they retrieved their preferred methods of beating, the birch rods. They took their time and beat me on the  buttocks and thighs, they were slow,sadistic and remorseless,  they wanted to hear me whimper, it is what turned them on, each crack of the birch made me cry and whimper, they left me helpless against the post,tied up,whimpering, they sat,   watching me as they drank  red wine. For an hour they revelled in my transvestite pain, then they untied me and  told me to fuck off, I dressed and wondered back along the bridlepath, vulnerable, and so very sore.