Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

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.