THAT CERTAINLY WAS A BONUS. He came to her as a paying client. He had paid the management for two hours to use and abuse her flesh. He came to use her as the lowest of the low. She was a male whore, a transvestite cum dump who had submitted herself to to a trade that invited the most vile of the vile. This is, in it's self a paradox. A lot of what she offered, she would have given for free. There were aspects of her life over which she had no choice. She was after all, a woman in a man's body. "A chic with a dick".
Added to this, she had an innate desire, a flaw in her makeup, that made her need to serve. To be controlled. To be a slave. This is why she found bondage so exciting. The events that take place when she is unable to move are beyond her control and a natural consequence of the bondage. Perhaps she finds a kind of freedom once all options are removed. The fact of the matter is, that for what ever reason, she would always be aroused when restrained. So the beatings and forced anal and oral events would always be for her, the most satisfactory route to orgasm.
These thoughts took her back to some of the gigs in the establishment. Which were the ones she enjoyed, and which did she not like ?
She did enjoy the woman sliding up and down while sitting on her face.
Almost suffocating her as the juices filled her nose, eyes and mouth. It was terrifying but the thrill was unbelievable. She also enjoyed the young city gents who wanted double anal. This was partly due to their friendly approach to her. She was a slut but did prefer a respectful approach.
She would never forget the D.M.! His shear power and control. His build and the size of that cock! It nearly split her in two! True there was the added excitement of the Chandelier in the dungeon. That was a buzz on its own.
He new what he wanted and took it. He was firm but would not have pushed beyond her limits. With him she let herself go. That was a major part of her physiology. To feel safe ! To have no threats ! That was also why she found her new lover so desirable. He would take care of her. He would provide the warmth and security that she needed to survive. She wanted to be restrained by him. To have him take her to her limits. She would give him her body to please himself. As she lay there soaking in the bath, she thought of being tied down by him within a few moments time. And to feel his hands slap her bottom. To feel him insert those big rubber anal balls into her love cave and find which was the biggest one she could take. She would feel her ring stretch until the largest ball had entered passed its maximum diameter. It would then slip gently down onto her prostrate. She knew that marvelous sensation. Her lover would then enter her and his penis would run under the ball and be pressed against her prostrate. This would produce a massive delivery of precum which she would love to be able to taste. Her restraints would prevent this.
She let the water run from the bath. Removing the shower head, she squatted over the toilet and inserted the end of the hose up into her hole.
Letting the warm water do its job and leave her love cave clean and ready, she replaced the head and stepped into shower for a final rinse.
She dabbed herself dry with some soft fluffy towels and looking at her body in the large mirrors, she noted its changing form. Slowly, so very slowly, the hormone treatment was working. Her skin was certainly softer. Her nipples now sat on a pair of small mounds with which she could form a bit of cleavage. Her narcissism gave her an erection. "The hormones haven't stopped that then" she thought with some relief.
She slipped into her little red satin panties with a matching suspender belt
and basque.
She chose a pair of red stockings to suite her mood. Over these she wore a short chiffon dress that hung on the bias with a slit that exposed a flash of her thigh. The red shoes with their five inch heels set her image well.
Her black shoulder length wig framed her feminine face to complete the picture. Looking in the big mirrors at the result of an hour and half of preparation she smiled and took a deep breath. "You are a piece of fuck flesh,aren't you!' she said. Her cock was now sticking out in such an obvious manner, but their was little she could do about it. This was how she left the bathroom and went back to the living room to present herself to her lover. He was on the sofa with a drink in his hand. And also was a friend of his!!!!
