Transvestite Bondage
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I am a transvestite and posted online that I would be available for daytime use by group of older men.
On arrival I went and got changed into stockings, 12 strap suspenders, rear access panties, leather skirt, silky white blouse and stiletto knee boots. I had full makeup, jewellery, perfume and shoulder length black bob wig.
As arranged I was taken by my host to the small room with no windows and as we entered I saw the stockade that I would be secured to. It was bolted onto a wooden plinth which made it about waist height. It was black metal and had sinister looking cuffs at front and back and a mid length raised hollow bar with cushioning on it and a bigger metal cuff at head level. There were several leather straps with buckles and lengths of rope around it.
I was led to it and told to climb into position, kneeling astride it. So my elbows and knees were resting on the wood and my stomach was supported by the cushioned bar. He quickly folded the 2 hinged cuffs over my wrists and placed a padlock through each hole that had met by the cuffs securing my wrists. The same procedure happened with my ankles. Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a considerable time and to now put my neck into the last semi-circular steel cuff. Suddenly I hesitated and wondered if I should be going through with this. My hesitation clearly annoyed him and he picked up a cane that I had not seen and disappeared behind me. I heard a swish and suddenly my backside was on fire as the cane made contact after the hard stroke. He told me that each misbehaviour would result in the doubling of strokes. I quickly put my neck in the semi circular steel cuff and he brought the other side of it down to form a circular ring to securely hold my head in place. Again a padlock was snapped through the alignment holes and I was suddenly firmly locked into the stockade.
He told me that I had been rented out and that if any punter was unhappy with my performance and requested a refund I would suffer consequences. He picked up a gag and forced it into my mouth and buckled straps around my head locking it into place. He than said I was to receive a punishment demonstration so I would know what to expect if I disappointed punters. I tried to protest but nothing came out that could be understood and suddenly the cane crashed back down in exactly the same place as before. I yelled into the gag as he administered another 4 severe strokes. He then told me that I had started with 6 and at the first misbehaviour I would get 12, the 24 etc. He also told me he had been lenient as I had been caned over my leather skirt and that proper punishment would be on bare skin. He then removed the gag and asked if I understood. I had no choice but to agree.
He left and turned out the light leaving me in semi darkness to prepare myself. Over the next 30 minutes I thought I heard a doorbell several times and began to go over what we had agreed. We had agreed that I would be pimped out by a group of his choosing and that it would be an overnight session. Suddenly the door opens and 3 men in their late 50's or early 60's enter only partially dressed. They begin to discuss me as if I was not there and suddenly one lower his tracksuit trousers and forces his cock into my mouth. Behind I feel hands lifting my skirt and fingers begin to lube my man pussy and I think about the caning I will get if I disappoint and decide I will give these men a really good time. As I am being spit roasted I hear the doorbell over and again and know that I am in for a long night of sex.
On arrival I went and got changed into stockings, 12 strap suspenders, rear access panties, leather skirt, silky white blouse and stiletto knee boots. I had full makeup, jewellery, perfume and shoulder length black bob wig.
As arranged I was taken by my host to the small room with no windows and as we entered I saw the stockade that I would be secured to. It was bolted onto a wooden plinth which made it about waist height. It was black metal and had sinister looking cuffs at front and back and a mid length raised hollow bar with cushioning on it and a bigger metal cuff at head level. There were several leather straps with buckles and lengths of rope around it.
I was led to it and told to climb into position, kneeling astride it. So my elbows and knees were resting on the wood and my stomach was supported by the cushioned bar. He quickly folded the 2 hinged cuffs over my wrists and placed a padlock through each hole that had met by the cuffs securing my wrists. The same procedure happened with my ankles. Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a considerable time and to now put my neck into the last semi-circular steel cuff. Suddenly I hesitated and wondered if I should be going through with this. My hesitation clearly annoyed him and he picked up a cane that I had not seen and disappeared behind me. I heard a swish and suddenly my backside was on fire as the cane made contact after the hard stroke. He told me that each misbehaviour would result in the doubling of strokes. I quickly put my neck in the semi circular steel cuff and he brought the other side of it down to form a circular ring to securely hold my head in place. Again a padlock was snapped through the alignment holes and I was suddenly firmly locked into the stockade.
He told me that I had been rented out and that if any punter was unhappy with my performance and requested a refund I would suffer consequences. He picked up a gag and forced it into my mouth and buckled straps around my head locking it into place. He than said I was to receive a punishment demonstration so I would know what to expect if I disappointed punters. I tried to protest but nothing came out that could be understood and suddenly the cane crashed back down in exactly the same place as before. I yelled into the gag as he administered another 4 severe strokes. He then told me that I had started with 6 and at the first misbehaviour I would get 12, the 24 etc. He also told me he had been lenient as I had been caned over my leather skirt and that proper punishment would be on bare skin. He then removed the gag and asked if I understood. I had no choice but to agree.
He left and turned out the light leaving me in semi darkness to prepare myself. Over the next 30 minutes I thought I heard a doorbell several times and began to go over what we had agreed. We had agreed that I would be pimped out by a group of his choosing and that it would be an overnight session. Suddenly the door opens and 3 men in their late 50's or early 60's enter only partially dressed. They begin to discuss me as if I was not there and suddenly one lower his tracksuit trousers and forces his cock into my mouth. Behind I feel hands lifting my skirt and fingers begin to lube my man pussy and I think about the caning I will get if I disappoint and decide I will give these men a really good time. As I am being spit roasted I hear the doorbell over and again and know that I am in for a long night of sex.
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