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"Are you ready for the good stuff?" He asked me. I moaned for more and he pushed his huge cock into my tiny little hole. It hurt at first but as soon as he got it in there it felt so good. He began to thrust very slowly and as soon as he was comfortable he began to thrust faster. I gripped my bed sheets as he slammed my shitter. I was practically screaming the house down. He tugged on cock as he pounded my ass. I was so close to cumming it was unbelievable.

The holiday was supposed to have been a way for us to get back in touch with each other. Guy talk for more sex than was happening up to that point. Or so I had hoped. We were in the south of France, great weather, great beaches, great views (tried hard not to be too obvious at perving at the amount of bare flesh on the beaches) but it wasn't really happening for us. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing really wrong with us, she still looks great and can turn heads and we still get on (no divorce courts or anything) it just that she has gone off the boil in the sex department.

When I was quite young I use to be a transvestite that is I use to dress as a woman all the time. It was all because I had a master, a man who commanded me to dress for his pleasure. We would have sex in public and in private he would tie me up and fuck my ass until he could get hard any more.

It was a ritual that I knew nothing about. I was the center of the entire thing, everything would be made around me and I didn't know about any of it. It started by me meeting a guy in a restaurant I ate at frequently. He told me his name was Jim. Each day I was there he was also there, sitting close to me talk with me day after day. Eventually he invited me to his clothing shop down town. I told him I would drop by and visit him because he said he had something for me there.

This is a true story about when i got pulled over last week.

I was late for school so i was driving faster than i normally do.

I didn't see the undercover cop that was three cars behind me and I sped up to make it through a yellow light. Shortly after I passed the light I looked behind me and saw the blue lights come on.

I was so worried cause i cant afford another ticket.

I pulled over turned my inside lights on and looked in my mirror again to see a cop walking up on both sides of my car. They asked for my license and registration so I gave it to him and he asked me if I knew why I was getting pulled over and I said I was driving too fast.

It had been my dream all along to be someone's sissy slave. To be able to please them time and time again. I met my master in a gay club that had cross dressing night. I was of course dressed in a dress with stocking and stilettos. Master was in leather pants and a tight tee shirt with his muscles showing threw it. Once I saw him, I wanted him. He sat holding a collar that I thought was for a slave he already owned so my heart was saddened but not broken.

I love serving plain and simple. My first master who I loved never questioned my loyalty. My job with him was simple; I was there for his satisfaction. He taught me that I should be willing to do almost anything for him and I did. But my trust went a far way. I knew he would not put me in harm's way and would not have me do anything that might harm myself.

My first test might be considered easy for some. Master had ordered me to dress as a woman. He carefully purchased the clothing of my size, from the bra to the dress all the way to wig and makeup. Now at this time I was attracted to him but not yet had any type of sex with him. We were for all intent just close friends, and I looked up to him

He removed my robe and asked me to lay on my stomach with my head through the hole in the table. He began by rubbing a gritty cleaning compound all up and down my legs and I was dying for him to brush against my balls. He was very discreet and gently lifted the mesh pants and rubbed some compound in my groin. It was so erotic because he wasn't actually touching me. He continued for some time all over my body, but I noticed he did seem to like paying particular attention to my cock region.

The summer sun is high above me and won't soon be dropping from the sky. Sweat pours into my eyes and burns them. I wipe an arm across my face and groan at the amount of logs yet to chop. Returning to the dreaded task, I lift up my axe and prepare to split a log at my feet. Dull pain throbs in my right shoulder from it. I drive the axe downwards until a wonderful crunching sound is heard. The lieutenant's head has been split into two bloodied pieces!

Often gender stereotypes can take over, whereby the man is largely in control of what happens during sex, similar to a man leading whilst doing a waltz.