Barbara Runs The Gauntlet Part 1
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Confession: of, Me Barbara transvestite - How I became the slave of a
Master
Help for the reader. This confession is based on real facts.
The first part concerns an extract from the experiences and lived
experiences of Julien, then a handsome young man, a teenager, in search
of sexual identity, who would secretly become Barbara a pretty
androgynous doll who loved men. This first part aims to understand her
journey, her feminization process and the discovery of her status as a
female. This part is not intended to describe in detail all the
situations and encounters experienced by Barbara, but for the most part,
it aims to allow the reader to shed light on the latter's journey, to
arrive at the final, in her adult life, at the revelation of her deep
desire for submission, The second part is dedicated to the experience of
submission lived which will make her an accepted Submissive owned to a
Master.
Preamble
A few words about the submissive: She has dressed up since the beginning
of her adolescence when a temperament and a resolutely feminine spirit
quickly emerged in her mind and her sexuality ... Since this period and
during all this period of time, she was able to cultivate, deepen, bring
out and live her exacerbated femininity in the arms of the men she knew.
These experiences with the male sex allowed the development of his spirit
and his feminine cerebrality. Unfortunately, her personal and
professional life was a serious obstacle to the fulfillment and fullness
of her sexual life as a woman. The reader will easily understand that
during these periods and until today, the acceptance of transvestites in
society is a taboo difficult to remove in mentalities and obliges, apart
from living in prostitution, the latter to live their lives transvestite
in secret. Over the course of adventures, often without a future, in
Barbara's mind a strong will and desire to belong to an Alpha dominant
male has emerged. Although a novice in the world of SM and BDSM, his body
and his mind ardently wanted to be driven by an Alpha Master.
The journey and the acts of revelation.
1. Ambivalence
From my young adolescence, I loved girls, their graces, their manners,
the silky clothes and the feminine underwear that they were lucky to be
able to wear... Very early in childhood, I was very quickly attracted by
the cross-dressing, attitude, body language, clothes, make-up and female
jewelry...
It must be said that I carried this physically and psychically within
me. I played games for girls, had a proven feminine sensitivity, despite
my status as a young boy. I had an androgynous body, although not yet
formed.
At the beginning, secretly, I used the underwear of my sister and an
older woman who lived with us at the time. Subsequently from my 18 years,
I started to buy my first a little sexier underwear (thong, stockings,
sg, etc.) and also wigs, makeup as well as feminine clothes (skirts,
dresses, corsets, high heels, etc ...) and I took advantage of the
slightest opportunity to transform myself and spend time as a woman.
Physically, I was very, very pretty cute as a woman: Beautiful juvenile
twink face transformed by makeup into a real doll, very thin beardless
body, small buttocks and small clit. I practiced transformed transforming
my voice, developing a feminine gesture by walking and undulating perched
on high heels.
On the sexual level, obviously my femininity quickly took precedence over
my masculinity and it is therefore, quite naturally that my desires and
fantasies went to men, although my mind tried to repress these shameful
impulses. I was very quickly attracted to mature men, sure of their facts
and who love young transvestites. Some men I met in my life had quickly
detected my potential for feminization and libertinism. They greatly
helped me to perfect my education as a woman and to accept my femininity
and sexuality.
I loved these men and these secret relationships which allowed me to
flourish in this sexuality, which is still socially prohibited. Despite
the prohibitions, it suited me and I flourished, as a woman, in the arms
of men.
Paradoxically, apart from the sexual aspects, men did not particularly
attract me when I was a young man. It was when I became Barbara, when I
transformed physically and psychically, that my attraction naturally fell
on the male side. It happened to me, throughout my life course to meet
men without being transvestite, but it was often to satisfy a pressing
and ephemeral need.
In the early days of my transvestite life, in addition to the cross-
dressing and masturbation that I practiced quite regularly in secret, my
first revealing sexual experience with a man was with a man in his
thirties. This initial meeting, made of a mixture of apprehension and
excitement, was, paradoxically far from disgusting me and putting me off,
on the contrary, it was revealing and initiator of my inclinations and
desires of female.
2. The discovery
During my first meeting and sexual act with a man, I found myself an
actress and no longer a spectator. Indeed, at that time, I often put very
sexy female underwear under my boy's top (briefs and sg) but without
going further in makeup, wigs, etc.... All this in secret because it was
out of the question that someone from my friend(s) or my family did not
discover my addictions.
At the time I was 18 and a half, I was what you can call a handsome boy,
not very tall (1.75m) but thin, slender with a pretty face. More to be
classified in the "twink" category than "macho". I met the first man my
sex life CD in the woods near my home. I lived in the north of France and
I often went to a wood to play and walk around. Wood, which I knew was
frequented by Gay, who came to show off, masturbate and probably more?
During my walks, I was able to secretly observe and witness, as a voyeur,
scenes between men. It was new to me because I never imagined that men
could make love together but it did not displease me.
To return to the situation of the discovery of a different sex than mine,
it was done during a beautiful sunny afternoon. I was walking in this
wood alone, in the middle of the afternoon, as for the detour of a grove,
I saw a man, leaning against a tree and without hiding, pants down that
masturbated. No doubt he was waiting for other men? I remained lurking in
the thicket, well hidden to observe it. He was a handsome Mediterranean
man (probably an Algerian, Tunisian or Moroccan immigrant), he must have
been around fifty, probably finding himself there looking for a gay
encounter to relieve himself. Indeed, the immigrants, many in my region
at that time, often lived without women and did not have much money to
pay for prostitutes. Finally, it was an assumption that came to mind, I
had no certainty.
As usual, I watched, hidden, but this time it was unsuccessful because
the latter had heard the rustling of the leaves behind which I had
hidden.
Knowing myself discovery, I acted as if nothing had happened, I played
the young man who happened to be there by bucolic walk, I came out of my
hiding place and to my surprise, instead of going my way, I am surprised
to stop about two meters from him, while continuing to watch him. I was
in a paradoxical state, I was a little scared and at the same time the
situation excited me. The nature with its smells, the, the curiosity and
the questions tapped my mind, at the same time, I did not know how it was
all going to end and I did not know what to do.... Strangely, instead of
taking my legs around my neck and running away at full speed, I remained
motionless, speechless, as if hypnotized by the scene, facing him, not
knowing what attitude to adopt?
Faced with my dismay and my embarrassment, the latter, seeing that I was
not leaving, motioned for me to come closer. He had a soft and reassuring
voice, in rough French, he said to me, "Come, don't be afraid, don't
worry, I wouldn't do anything bad to you."
These words and his benevolent attitude gave me confidence and that is
what I did, mechanically, my apprehension and fear gone.
He saw that I approached him, continued his masturbation, pants and
underwear kangaroo has half fallen. While continuing to masturbate he
began to compliment me for saying that I was a handsome boy: "Is this the
first time you see a man masturbating?" he told me. Stammering my words,
I replied with a, "Yes!!! It's the first time."
No doubt he had guessed that I was not there by chance and that despite
my young age, I must be a young effeminate who was looking for himself?
While speaking to me with gentleness and conviction to reassure me, he
continued to touch his cock.
Proudly, he showed me his circumcised cock, his prominent head and his
already stiff ribbed member. "Look at my dick, have you seen any like
that, do you like it? Come on, take it in your hand, don't be afraid,
you'll see it's hot, pleasant and good ..."
He joined the gesture to the word by taking my hand to put it on his
cock. I was speechless, there motionless, paralyzed, breathless, but at
the same time, this situation excited me, my eyes riveted on his crotch.
Faced with this situation, new to me, I felt a strong excitement. The
fear and apprehension at the start had gone and I let myself be taken by
the man, who naturally put it on his cock.
It was the first time that I had a cock, other than mine, in my hand, a
real man's cock, large, large, hard, with a prominent and prominent head,
from which pearled its shiny and transparent seminal fluid. What a great
feeling it gave me, really.
The apprehension linked to the situation quickly gave way to the pleasure
of discovery. Me innocent and awkward, I stroked his dick while trying to
take it in my hand, it was so big that I was only halfway there. I
nevertheless began to go back and forth on its cock.
Seeing that he had overcome my apprehension from the start, he relaxed
and groaned under my caresses, awkward and innocent. I liked it and he
noticed it, he started by letting his hands go on my body, caressing me
gently with a propensity to often feel my little buttocks. A little
hesitant at first, I lent myself to the game, then, with a lot of
excitement and desire.
After a moment, he decided to take my pants off. There, I made him
understand that I did not want to go further because it was the first
time for me. Kindly, he told me not to worry and that he would do things
gently and without forcing.
"Let yourself go, you will see it is very pleasant and I will not go
further with what you want, if you ask me to stop, I would do it."
He succeeds, again, in convincing me and dropping my pants. When he
lowered my pants, I saw in his gaze the amazement to discover that under
my pants of young man, there were stockings, garter belts and a female
thong which imprisoned a small clit (I always had a small dick).
"Woahhhhh!!! You already looked like a girl but with that, you are great,
a real chick... "
I was red with shame and excitement because it was the first time that I
exposed myself in front of a person.
Gently and gently, he took my hand to put it on his cock, which I found
huge at the time (it's true that next to my little appendage), I found it
big, not long but thick and hard ... He managed to guide and reassure me.
While I wanked him, he groped my buttocks that I had smooth and beardless
naturally, while he palpated my buttocks, from time to time, he
insinuated his warm and inquisitive hand in my stripe.
I really liked that, to feel the hands of men caress my buttocks, passing
in an energetic manner by pinching them, to the softness of caresses on
my globes. His hands and fingers creeping into my line, touching my
crumpled and virgin rosette. In confidence, I let myself go in front of
his caresses while I continued to occupy my hands with his cock. I took
great pleasure in seeing him grow louder and louder under my caresses ...
He more energetically now had taken possession of my stripe and I felt a
wet finger force my little cave of love. I was somewhat reluctant to face
this gesture but he managed to reassure me gently, saying to me, "I'm not
going to hurt you, don't worry, relax, let yourself go ..."
On these beautiful words, I relaxed and refocused on what I had in hand,
while I felt a finger tickle my anal pussy, spread it while moistening it
and enter slowly and gradually into me to rummage my pussy and expand my
rosette back and forth...
Proud to have passed the course of the initial little pain of this
inquisitive finger, new to me. I found myself taking pleasure with his
finger in my virgin ass, a finger that it twisted and pressed further and
further. I felt my anus contract and grip this finger.
I really took pleasure in having a finger in my ass and my hand on the
cock of this man, the telltale sign of this excitement came from my clit,
which allowed pearls of pre-cum jute to bead. We were there caressing
each other, that's when I felt, his whole body and his limb stiffen,
vibrate under my little hand, his breathing speed up, he said to me in
the throbbing breath, "Keep on going, keep on going, wank me, jerk me
off, I'm going to come." My hand accelerated the movement, faster and
faster. Until all of a sudden, I saw him stiffen and disgorged, suddenly,
all his juice in front of me. It was for me striking to see all this
abundant sperm arise, in jerks, from this cock, it looked like it was
peeing so much the flow was important ... After a while, the flow of
sperm began to decrease until that it remains a few drops still clinging
to her meatus, I had full hand.
Delighted with his enjoyment, his body still trembling, he gave me a
handkerchief to wipe myself. He complimented me for making him come
intensely. He took the trouble after enjoying telling me that he
regularly met men to satisfy sexually but that he had preferences for
effeminate young boy like me, he told me that he often came here and that
if I wanted, I could come back to find him without problems. His name was
Ahmed and it was my first date with a man. Thereafter, I saw him several
times, in the same places and same circumstances, he always remained nice
and understanding with me, but our sexual relations, remained focused on
mutual caresses, I did not feel ready yet for further.
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