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The Story Of Barbara - Episode 5 free porn video
Confession: Me Barbara transvestite - How I became the sub of a Master
Help for the reader. This confession is based on real facts.
Episode 5 - The quest
I was thirty years old and already had a lot of lovers and experiences
with men, often straight, bi, but rarely with real gay men. The men I
met, through classified ads on the Internet were in need of sexual
fantasies and they knew that we tgirls loved men and we do them refused
anything in sex. My lovers had all perceived, in addition to my
femininity and bitchy, a deep desire for submission. I couldn't help but
think of some predictions that my lovers had made to me:
"Don't worry, you will find your own master one day"
At that time, I had an Italian lover called Guido, he lived in Paris, I
often came to Paris for professional needs and stayed there for more or
less long periods. Guido was a mature man of 54 years, domineering, his
physique was not that of a Playboy but he had his charm. In any case, I
loved it a lot. He was a tall, massive, hairy man (all I like). Hair with
pepper and salt, he had abundant hair all over his body, mainly on the
bust, he was tall 1m80, well proportioned, muscular and strong, despite
some curves. Great, gentleman and only active. The type of alpha man i
love, he knew how to be tender, affectionate and kind on a daily basis
and a real macho male and dominant in sex (all that I love). He was a
straight, experienced man who really liked transvestites, despite his
strong experiences with women, when I knew him, he only went to tgirls
and he called himself Master Guido.
I knew him in a transvestite club and their admirers that i frequented
during my Parisian evenings. Immediately, the current passed and we had
regular intercourse, without ties or constraints, from each other. The
first dates, we met often when i came to Paris, our relationships were
sincere and fairly classic at the start, he saw other tgirls and i saw
other men, we were not jealous, on the contrary, we were happy one and
the other of our experiences. Apart from our dates, we often talked by
phone. When i came to Paris and had an appointment with another man, i
called him and told him without lying that my evenings were blocked for
other "dates." He didn't take offense at that and neither did i when he
told me he was having sex with other tgirls.
On of my stay in Paris, i used to rent a small studio in residences
hotel, it allowed me to be free and above can receive. This was practical
because many straight people i met could not receive because of their
status (married, engaged or cohabiting, etc.). For Guido, it was
different because he was single and proudly claimed his status as Master
for sissy. I loved this man physically and spiritually, often in
confidence, I revealed to him my strong inclinations for submission and
my desire to be owned but also my fear because i was quite new to D / S
and BDSM reports, Lots of tgirls do not know that they desire sexual
submission. They only understand it when they have the chance to discover
it..
When I confided in him about my desires to be a Master's submissive. He
said to me, that if i wished, he would educate me and warned me, that the
path which was to lead me to be a real submissive, would be done
gradually and that i had to be ready to become his bitch, his object of
pleasure and his slave. With him this now appeared to me as the
realization of the omen. Given my inexperience, that reassured me,
because I had absolute confidence in him, without admitting it, I already
loved him lovingly. He tells me:
"Any self-respecting female, in the hands of a master in domination,
using tact, discretion and sweetness, may have to yield to its demands.
Even the most disturbing, because he offers her the excuse and the cover
of her orders so that she explores her unbridled sexuality without
shame..."
My Master told me that my desires of submission and of becoming his slave
really corresponded to his expectations and to their desires deep. But
will he be able to guide me where i want to go? Will it meet my need for
submission and humiliation?
He seemed to know what he was doing, and he did it with such confidence
that i had no doubts that he could read me without problems and that he
could meet my expectations.
So why this concern?
Is a Master supposed to take you where you only want to go, or can he
take you beyond? Should it carry you beyond? I intended to exceed my
limits, both physical and emotional. So yes, I think I would take great
pleasure in it and look forward to continuing this adventure, which was
to lead me to be the sexual slave of Master Guido.
At nearly all his past experiences, tired of dating without next day,
warned female, accomplished and conscience, I wanted to be the property
of Master Guido, to: Venerate it, adore it, serve it, undergo it, be
trained, punished, humiliated, abused, perverted, used as its sexual
bimbo and thus give it my body and my soul to perfect my slave education.
The contract terms were discussed and set out in a document completed by
me the sub and given to my Master. This document, accompanied by a
questionnaire and the commandments and rules as well as the sub's
profession of faith had to seal my submission and total surrender to
Master Guido.
Only the aspects relating to the private life of both will remain secret
and will be respected by both parties. Apart from these aspects related
to the privacy of the submissive and the Master, the Master will have all
power over the Submissive.
The Master will endeavor to take the submissive beyond her physical and
mental limits. He will act with full knowledge of the facts, anticipate
the reactions of the submissive, and orient his Domination according to
the desired result. The goal to be achieved is the full satisfaction and
gratitude of the submissive for having been led to surpass herself.
The Master, will in all tough but fair opportunity. He will not search at
all costs corporal punishment, but quite the opposite namely compliment,
flatter even thanking the sub, when it came to where wanted to get the
Master.
The Master must permanently watch over his submissive, ensure his safety
and take into account his forbidden. Indeed as paradoxical as it may
seem, the pleasure of the sub is also to be taken into account, so that
the game lasts.
As a result, pleasure remains on all occasions a sharing and not
exclusivity reserved for the Master. The term pleasure is here to be
considered in all its complexity. Because what may seem at first sight to
be a difficult test for the submissive, or even be the subject of an
absolute refusal, will probably prove later, if the Master knows
psychologically the functioning of his submissive, and if this- it has
been suitably prepared for it, a real delivery.
The sissy indulges in pleasure in circumstances that she would forbid
herself alone, because of her education, her morals, her taboos. She will
of the sub to his Master and the rules that compose described below
following is a draft and can be completed by the Master, if necessary.
During the following days, he sent me some letters with:
? The ten commandments of a transvestite;
? A detailed contract that i had to countersign;
? A questionnaire that i had to fill in with all sincerity.
? The rules of positions and attitudes to adopt
The 10 commandments of a submissive transvestite:
1. Your transvestite always wears high heels, short dresses and always
with a smile!
2. Sexy lingerie, your transvestite will be happy to wear naughty
lingerie models for you.
3. Blowjob, your transvestite does not think that sucking is anything
disgusting or degrading, she will be proud to kneel before you and yes,
she swallows.
4. The sodomy, your real girlfriend probably thinks that the sodomy is
painful and dirty, your transvestite will beg you to take it and will
moan of pleasure when you squirt in it.
5. The costumes, your real girlfriend will surely call you a pervert if
you want to disguise her as a schoolgirl, maid, prostitute or Santa
Claus. Your transvestite will be your sub, she, with enthusiasm, to all
your desires.
6. Service, your real girlfriend probably thinks you're watching too much
sport on TV. Not your little transvestite slut who will prepare you to
eat, bring you your beer and treat you, at half-time, with a good
blowjob.
7. Your transvestite will never get pregnant.
8. Obedience, your sub transvestite will never say no and will never seek
argument. His favorite expression is "yes sir."
9. Household tasks, are you a little messy? Where your wife calls you
lazy, your transvestite will be happy to clean everything at home in sexy
maid outfit.
10. Sharing, your little transvestite likes to cook, iron, serve, take
care of you! And if you have friends with whom you want to share it, she
will accept that you lend it to whoever you want, without resisting.
Episode 6 - The education
It didn't take me long to read and complete, initial and sign all of the
documents that Master Guido had sent me. I sent him back by post, the
whole.
On receipt of the documents, he called me to congratulate me and thank me
for having met all of these requirements and that he now consented to
take me under his thumb. From this moment, our relationship would be
placed under the sign of the Master / Submissive with all that that
implied, in words, acts and situations. The tone of his voice augured the
light of "great firsts."
He asked, for our next meeting to start educating me according to his
principles, First of all i had to address him by seeing him and calling
him Master.
That he will decide and impose his law on me according to our pact, which
he himself will undertake to respect scrupulously.
My Master gave me an appointment in an LGBT bar in the Marais district in
Paris. He had chosen this Hype bar frequented by a heterogeneous and
mixed clientele as a meeting point.
I took my car and parked in a nearby parking lot.
I knew that this date outside, would naturally lead me to be offered to
the eyes, Sitting on a bar stool, the sound system was playing cool and
soft Jazz, carried away by the sensuality of the music, i was savoring a
mojito, and the caress of the tulle against my beardless pubis. A soft
heat arose in the palm of my thighs, which spread to my stomach.
I was expecting it. he is late, of course. Once again, i gave in to the
temptation to put myself on my thirty-one. My Master has not bothered to
send me the clothing details he loves.
In the absence of orders, I prepared myself according to his tastes. I
took a bath, took an enema, shaved my legs, my pubic area and my ass up
close, as he likes. After a long make-up session and having put on my
auburn wig, semi-wavy hair carefully tied, I put on her favorite perfume
"O de Lancome." This is what he demands and loves. I 'm going to want to
feel the woman's body inside me, put on sexy underwear. I slipped my body
into a black satin corset which tightened my waist and brought out my
buttocks and which remained, open on my breasts, put on a black sheath
dress, half long, open on one thigh. I wore a black thong in transparent
tulle, fishnet stockings black large white garters.
My master finally appeared. A deep breath lifted in his chest: he ran. A
few seconds are enough for him to locate me among the regular customers.
I watched her movements. My heart was racing as he approached,
carnivorous smile on my lips.
"Good evening, my darling, he said, sitting down."
My Master stared at me. I saw in his eyes shine a perverse flame, the
spark of vice that could take him so far. It is an understatement to say
that he undressed my gaze; in truth, his gaze says what he expects from
me:
My ass from every angle, and deep down. Yes, he was already piercing me,
and i fell into his nets once more. No hope of return. Especially not
when my blood rushed like that all over my body... How my buttocks were
already shivering! i liquefied myself with the happiness of being under
his influence. The intoxication of relying on him means having the "Good
evening, Master" I addressed him in a quavering voice.
"What do you think of the place?" he asked, looking clear."
"Very classy."
"And the music ?"
"I really like it."
"Me too. I come here often, but never in such lovely company."
I imagined that File is full of such talk. Behind his words, I
deciphered:
"I hope you're hot in the buttocks, my bitch", "I know you get wet at the
idea that i fuck you wildly", "Beg me to blush your rump with whips. Beg
my cock, scream your desire to be smashed."
My clit pearled at the mention of these obscenities, those he already
told me, those he will tell me.
His imagination in this area is surprising. It is pure vice that speaks
through him. My Master perceived my confusion. He took advantage of this
to start hostilities. A look from him, and i fell silent to drink his
words:
"Hold out your hand, palm up!"
The first order is always the most impactful. It is the one that turns
everything upside down. Conquered, i complied. Pen in hand, my Master
scribbled a few words on my palm. The mine tickled me it. I smiled. He
reminded me to order a frown.
"Close your fist." Not a word. Wait for my instructions. When i wave to
you, you'll repeat what i wrote out loud."
Its gold is a honey that penetrated me through all the pores of the skin.
I yawned delightfully intrigued. I stared at the hands of my Master on
the table, considered the thick fingers that knew how to constrain me so
well. I dreamed that he would close them on my neck. At this mention,
tingling invaded my clit...
The waiter approached. A fine connoisseur of fine wines, my Master
questioned him at length. Suddenly, this is the sign: an imperative wink.
I opened my palm, read:
"I like to be fucked."
I felt dizzy, i opened my mouth, but the words did not come out. Not
before him: this charming waiter. My shyness caught up with me. I
remained mute despite the insistent looks of my Master. The waiter was
waiting for the order. I tried to pull myself together, and said the
sentence. My Master laughed mockingly, while the waiter, surprised,
smiled broadly, which spoke volumes...
"A glass of champagne for Madame and a Ch?teau-Margaux for me," ordered
my Master from the waiter."
"Good, my dear. I, who planned to spoil you tonight, you will be served,
beyond your expectations?
Without having had time to say a word, He ordered it dryly:
"Take off your panties, give it to me"
I was performing, aware that he will not suffer it to no opposition. By
undressing like this, right in the middle of the bar, under the demanding
gaze of my Master, I was taken with puffs of shame, but also with
voluptuous shivers. I don't belong anymore. The happiness of the
scrambled abandonment has my feelings.
My master received my offering with a contemptuous half-smile:
"I was sure it was soaked! You obey me and it turns you on. What a bitch!
You will have deserved your lot!"
He put a hand into his pants pocket, handed me something he had wrapped
in my pants.
"For your punishment" Think of it as an appetizer. I'm not done making
you drool this evening."
The shape, the weight of the object: I knew it was a buttplug.
"You are going to get up, the craft in hand." You will go to the toilet.
Men's sanitary facilities. Choose the disabled toilet at the very back.
It is large and comfortable. Once inside, you will not lock the door. I
want to surprise you. First, you will put the buttplug, without fuss.
Then, you will roll up your dress to the waist. You will kneel on the
tiling; you will grasp the chrome handle sealed on the wall with both
hands. Then you wait: arched back, rump offered, panties placed in the
hollow of your loins."
On the verge of dizziness, i watched him spout his instructions through a
mist of confusion. The obscenity of his orders, the shameful posture, the
humiliating context worked on me. My heart was beating so hard that i
could feel the echo of its pulsations in my limbs. My clit, agitated by
uncontrollable spasms, flooded my dress. I already seemed to feel the
buttplug going through me. My anus throbbed at the idea of ??intrusion.
Without waiting, I got up. I had trouble keeping my balance. Eyes veiled
by the vapors of drunkenness, I thought i could see the ground pitching
as on the deck of a boat. My blood buzzed in my ears; with a tottering
step, I crossed the bar.
No one saw me cross the threshold of the men's toilet.
My Master had not lied to me: these are five-star bathrooms. I couldn't
help but find it tricky on his part. The room was large. And so clea n! I
could see my reflection in the shiny marble. i was red from the cheeks to
the throat.
I was ready. It only took me a few seconds to comply with the
instructions. Furious impatience guided my actions.
The legs apart, the belly aflame, the clit running, the rump simmering, I
waited. The incongruity of the situation plunged me into an abyss of
pleasure. My anus was pulsing against the which blocked my bowels.
Did i even know what i was waiting for? That he comes! Yes, let him come
to see how well i i carried out his orders perfectly, how i accepted my
debasement, how i enjoyed him, to be delivered in the most humiliating
posture! Curved, perforated by the buttplug and yet eager to receive
more. And that he benefits, according to his whims.
Let my well presented ass become his playground! Plowed, ravaged, and
always open to his penetrating obsessions. I heard footsteps, the door
creaked, my heart was panicking. Without looking back, i knew he was
there behind me, feeding on the perversity of the painting. My stilettos
and my rolled up dress reinforced the indecency of the image and the
situation. I offered the spectacle of my silhouette of submissive female,
prostrate before him. The weight of his gaze on my ass thus exposed, the
protruding, shameless line, my anal pussy occupied by the buttplug.
My body electrified. Wet fillets ran down my trembling thighs. The pants,
as soon as picked up, is housed in the back of my mouth. I was at her
mercy, silenced, trapped in her desires...
"Are we less proud?" Tied, gagged, exhibited... bitch."
I arched my back, offering my ass to the cock so hoped. My Master pulled
me by the hair to force me to get up. Then, with a determined hand, he
bent over the sink, opened my thighs, spread my buttocks. Removing the
buttplug was just a formality.
Rid of the intruder, i felt open like never, ready to receive everything.
A long groan of relief escaped my lips when the manly shaft forced my
anus. The conciliatory opening, oozing with desire, opposed only a weak
resistance. The contraction reflex was followed by the momentum of
abandonment. I let go, struck by well-being. Centimeter by centimeter,
his rod sank into me. While rubbing against my welcoming rump, his head
returned to my flexible ring, which greedily sucked it up to the root. It
was me who impaled myself on my Master's living penis, the diameter of
his cock, filled my ass and his manly grip was hung on my hips.
The waves of pleasure spread throughout my body, passing through my
limbs. I trembled with happiness, dazzled by being so well filled. The
thrusts of its cock, which began to mark a rhythm of back and forth,
overwhelmed me with sensations. Stuffed to the bone, i seemed to feel it
everywhere at once. From the toes to the hairline, not a part of my
anatomy that is not mastered by the sting of my Master. The latter,
embarked on his trance, accelerated the pace. Driven by a destructive
fury, he stuffed me more and more hard, to puncture my bowels.
"Do you feel like i have your ass?" You like it, huh, when i get high?
Look at you ! I want you to see your asshole bitch face"
My Master lifted my chin with the back of my hand. I could contemplate my
reflection in the mirror. A mask of ecstasy transfigured me: tousled
hair, parted lips, bewildered look,
I did not recognize myself. On the other hand, my Master's face, hard and
concentrated, red and sweating, appeared to me as i liked it: on the
verge of enjoyment.
"Say it now, say you love it when I fuck you, say it and watch yourself
admit it!"
The attacks on his cock possessed by the devil are so hard-hitting that i
yelled rather than i said. Once, twice, three times. I confessed,
repeated it again and again. The more i said it, the more i felt it. The
more i felt it the more i wanted to shout it loud and clear. A few
frictions on my clitoris oozing wet, dispensed by my Master as a reward
for my docility, were enough to make me explode. Lightning flashes passed
before my eyes when the shock wave nailed me to the sink.
Waves of pleasure swept through my whole body; the back and forth became
more powerful. Only then did he stiffen, his cock hard, he fucked me like
never before. My whole body was shaken with spasms; screaming, i tensed
to receive the deepest pleasure of my male. It poured into me, i felt
powerful and abundant jets flooding the foundation, my Master exploded
entirely in a deafening growl, in my cave of love. After withdrawing from
my ass, he took the buttplug which he repositioned in my anus.
"I want you to keep my nectar in you until tomorrow morning"
We fell back entwined, exhausted by so many emotions, happy to have
shared such a moment.
My Master pleased me, i was in awe of him and deeply in love. I loved
this vicious flame that burned in his eyes as soon as he placed it on me,
his icy way of demanding, his treasures of perversion...
We will extend the evening in a hotel room, under the caress of luxurious
sheets. During our passionate embraces, My Master will slip into my ear:
"I'm crazy about you, you're driving me crazy!"
Then we fall asleep side by side, me coiled in his arms, my mouth against
hers, our tongues intertwined.
My Master will wake up in the morning, alone in the king-size bed with a
delicious breakfast on the bedside table and for only distraction,
reading a letter folded in four on the pillow:
"Thank you my adored Master for revealing me. I want to sink into your
shadow, think, breathe, live by You, feel your smell, your breathing, be
the object of your pleasure, humble, attentive, thinking only of your
well-being, I feel capable of understand and anticipate your needs, your
expectations, I am happy to be attached to YOU.
To serve you, I want you to guide me, you who know how to get out of the
situation what he can get out of it. By your side,iI want to change my
clothes and skin, let myself penetrate and let you insinuate myself in my
brain without leaving anything to rest, until i surely get the first
place.
I would be overwhelmed with boundless pleasure when you are yourself.
When I see you smile; When you tell me how you really feel; When you have
confidence; And when i could serve you as i always dreamed of serving
you...??
I would be at your feet, docile and admiring, it will be enough that you
snap your fingers, so that i rush to satisfy you, with this one idea in
mind. My King, your superiority is natural, and of undeniable evidence...
Your grace, your charm, magnetize me. Yes you have the right to dominate
me, guide me, own me of my body and my mind, because it must be so, and i
want to give my heart and my mind in this relationship with you.
I love you,
Your slave, Barbara
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