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I am a 52 year old father of two, and I am on my knees sucking my friends cock hard so he can fuck my wife again. Maybe I should back up a bit. So about four months ago.

"Gina have you seen my phone?" I called out as I walked in the bedroom. Gina was flipping thru my phone.

"You kept getting alerts so I picked it up. It wasn't locked" She said not looking up

"What is all this Alex? Are you gay?" Gina asked. "There are tons of pics of you wearing my panties. And links to wierd porn" I sat next to her and took my phone setting it down.

"I am not gay, I just like the way your panties make me feel" I told her taking her hands in mine. "And the porn is just a strange fetish"

"Fetish? So you want me to cheat on you as some kind of sex game?" She said even more confused.

"OK, let me show you some sites" I stated

"I am in no mood to watch porn" She tried to get up

"Not porn information" I assured her. Directing her to cuckolding sites.

"Take your time read, it's not that uncommon. And I am not asking you to do anything just keep am open mind before you leave me" I left her alone.

Gina emerged from the bedroom about 2 hours later and made herself something to eat. I had been painting the living room. I stopped.

"How are you doing?" I asked. She sat at the table

"You have always pleased me" She told me. "Not saying your huge or anything but I have no complaints" She wasn't really asking anything more stating things. "The panties confuse me but I understand what they represent. But is this all a role play thing or do you really want this?" She asked

"I want however much your willing to try" I told her. She reached in her robe pocket and pulled out a pair of her panties. Handing them to me. "You look ridiculous in the pics with the hair sticking out but" She headed back to the bedroom. I used the hall bath to change into them then went back to painting. A few hours later she called me

"Alex, bring me a bottle of water" She yelled. I was cleaning up so I rushed to her with the water. She smiled seeing the waistband of her panties above my sagging jeans.

"Yes or no" She told me.

"Have you eaten your own cum, or anyone elses?"

"No, I tasted mine"

"So yes then" She smiled.

"Do you want to watch?"

"Yes"

"Clean me?"

"Yes"

"Suck cock"

"I dont know"

"So yes" She giggled

"Someone we know?"

"Maybe"

"So definitely yes"

"Just panties?"

"No"

"Denial, chastity?"

"I would"

"So yes" She rubbed my pants. As I was hard.

"Henry has a big cock, Mary used to brag about it" Gina informed me of a good friend whos wife had passed away almost 2 years ago.

"I am not going to cheat on you so everyone will know" She informed me.

"Why don't you talk to Henry about it, so he knows you want him to" Gina told me. Gina went back to the bedroom. How was I supposed to bring this up to Henry I thought. And how big was he did the wives all talk about their husband's size? I finished cleaning up the painting supplies. I didn't see Gina again till she came out still in her robe to start dinner.

"I don't think I want you to watch at least not at first" Gina told me.

"You can stay home and dress up" She laughed

"Also I spent some money so I am going to have to cut your weekly spending down for awhile. So no going to the bar with the guys after work" She informed me.

"How much did you spend?" I asked

"Its fine everything was for you anyway, besides panty boys shouldn't be hanging out with men anyway" She laughed again. I was rock hard again.

"Let's just say other then gas. I better not see any charges" She informed me.

"This is about me being in control isn't it, you don't want to be a stag. You want to be a sissy cuckold" She patted my butt.

"Yes dear" I responded.

"Good, now you have time before dinner why don't you shave off all that manly hair down there" She motioned

In the bathroom I found she had laid out hair removal cream, razors, clippers, moisturize gel. I started with the clippers cutting it all close. It looked better. So I did my chest and legs even my pits. I never realized how hairy I was. Then I applied the hair removal. First only to my groin but then to my chest and butt. I couldn't reach my back.

"Gina can you help me" I called

"What's up?" She appeared seconds later.

"Oh my, ok" She grabbed the bottle and did my back but also my legs and arms.

"Your going to be smooth as a baby" Gina told me apply it to my pits as well. It started to tingle so I jumped in the shower and washed the hair away. Jill was waiting when I got out she took the razor and touched up any stray hairs. She took the moisturizer and rubbed it from my shoulders to my toes. Stopping to stroke my hard cock. She grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Pink ones with white lace and slide them up my smooth legs.

"You look so cute I my panties, just wait till you get some of your own" She told me. I went to get dressed

"Hold up" She smiled going into the back of her closet she pulled out a old sun dress.

"This is to big for me" She said holding so I could slip it on. The green dress fit me tight and was very short on me.

"Not bad" her hand slipped up under the dress and pinched my butt. I jumped.

" Better get used to that sissy" She told me. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I kissed her.

"Later" She pushed me back.

Over dinner she told me I should lose a few pounds and change up my exercise routine to work on my butt more. How if she was going to do this I was going to have to dress up and do more of the household duties.

"Just like the stories you like so much" she told me. Gina had done her homework and was taking to this like a duck to water.

"Close your legs, sissies sit like a lady" Jill told me. "Smaller sips sissies don't gulp" Gina corrected my behavior. We sat and watched a lifetime movie together after dinner rather then the baseball game.

"You are going to have to dress up everyday at home till you learn how to sit, act and move" Gina informed me. She took me to bed early. She had me wear one of her sexy nighties.

"Now let's work on your oral skills" Gina told me. I had done this hundreds of times but this time Jill gave me instructions. And she came faster and harder then ever.

"That was nice" Gina cooed pulling me up and climbing on top.

"Now you want me to fuck men, real men. And leave you wanting" She grinded against me. "You been so good today I think maybe a treat. She reached down and rubbed me thru my panties.

"You know I am going to fuck your sissy ass one day soon " Gina giggled as my dick pulsed as she said it.

"I read if I let you cum it will make you less willing" She sighed

"So let's try this, role over face in a pillow ass in the air legs spread. " She pushed me to where she wanted me. She pulled my 4 and 1/2 inches out the leg hole of the panties and stroked me from behind. Her other hand rubbed my hole thru my panties. I was moaning immediately and didn't last long. Gina caught my load as I came. I remained in the same position. Gina presented her hand to me. Her other hand rubbing my hole.

"Go on" She encouraged. I stuck out my tounge and she pushed her hand against my lips.

"Suck it all up" She pushed a finger inside me. I opened my mouth wider. She pushed harder so I cleaned her hand. She stopped

"Cum swallowing slut" She smacked my ass. I cuddled up to her as she turned on the TV and watched some romantic comedy. She slept naked. While I wore her frilly nightie.

In the morning Gina, dressed me more of her old clothes. She had me try a thong.

"You might like how it rubs your hole." It was red part of some lingerie set she had bought long ago and worn once. She also had me try the bra but I didn't fit. White shorts that where way tight. You could see my red panties thru them. And a pink top that hung off one shoulder. Gina wore a tee shirt dress with now bra or panties.

She had me paint her toenails, and then painted mine. Gina spread her legs on the couch.

"Why don't you thank me proper" She laughed I kneeled and followed instructions again. This time even licking her asshole. We had a lazy Sunday just enjoying each other's touch. And again she dressed me in lingerie to sleep in as she was naked.

Gina was true to her word making me strip as soon as I got home from work and dress in my ladies clothes. Which she had ordered. Gina must have spent a fortune. I had a whole new wardrobe. And wobbled around in high heels. Most of my panties where thongs or even g strings. And I wore dresses or very tight pants and shorts. My diet was also closely watched and since I had no money to buy anything else I had to stay on it. My work outs was now yoga, cardio and squats. instead of lifting. Good thing I did it all at home because the pink yoga pants would have been something at the gym. I spent at least an hour a day pleasing Gina orally. And once a week she would jerk me off and feed me my cum. It was about two weeks later when I came home to find Henry in my garage.

"Hey Alex, Gina told me you where having trouble with the plumbing" he told me as he was fixing the broken faucet.

"Yeah, thanks I meant to call you" I was nervous what had Gina said

"Happy to help" Gina came out with a beer.

"Hey honey, well I got tired of you putting it off so I called Henry over." Handing Henry the beer. Gina wore a light white dress that showed a bit too much cleavage and she had let ride up so you could of seen her panties if she had bent over.

I made small talk with Henry not knowing what to say.

"Look I know your nervous about whatever I is you want to talk about but trust me buddy just spit it out" Henry finally said. "Gina told me you where having issues with something she thought I could help"

"Its not a usual request" I said

"Is it money, because if you guys are in trouble just say the word" Henry tried to drag it out of me.

"No,nothing like that. I know you been alone since Mary." I started

"No, blind dates please I am OK really" he laughed

"Well not exactly, I think you might like Gina" I said

"She is great, but what?" Henry was confused

"Like swing but just you and Gina" I said

"Are you asking if I want to fuck your wife" he laughed

"She is gorgeous buddy, but I would never do that to you" he replied

"With my blessing" I told him.

"Some kind of pity thing" he seemed annoyed

"No, listen I would like you to fuck my wife and please her like I can't" I told him

"And Gina is OK with this?" He asked

"Yes she suggested you" I confessed. He walked past me into the house. I followed.

He was talking to Gina. She was just saying yes over and over.

"Alex instead of ease dropping why don't you go get changed" her eyes told me not to argue.

"Alex is a sissyboy" I heard her tell Henry as I went to the bedroom. Gina had left out a pink mini skirt with a button down white shirt. And three inch heels. With a black bra and panty set garter and stockings. I got dressed.

"ALEX, are you ready? Come show us" Gina called. I was scared when I opened the door and Henry was standing there with Gina.

"See" She told him. He bent down to kiss her and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off. Gina wore nothing but a pair of white bikini panties. Gina jumped into his arms and he carried her to are bed. Tossing her on the bed he stripped his big cock already hard he climbed on top of her she shed her panties. He wasted no time driving his cock in her pussy. I closed the door and went to start some laundry. Gina moans and shouts where heard thru the house.

"Alexa" I heard Henry call.

"Yes, sir" I said

"Go clean up the mess" he laughed. He was naked his cock glistened with cum and Gina's juices.

"Oh baby, I was right he is perfect. She pulled me to her used cunt. Cum flowed from it. I hesitated and she pulled my hair. I lapped up Henry's cum. When I finished Henry was still there is cock hard again. "Kiss it baby" Gina said teasing my nipple. I bent and kissed his cock. He lifted it and pressed it against my lips. I kissed it again.

"Good gurl" he told me then bent Gina over and fucked her doggie style. Again her moans and calls filled the air as he made her cipum on his cock for the second time. Henry pulled out and presented his softening cock to me. I licked it and sucked it clean.

Not much point in asking for pics because I don’t look so good any more.

I was born with a boys body and a girls mind. Adding to my gender misalignment, I am completely sexually submissive. I never had any desire to seduce members of the opposite sex. Nor did I even understand who where the “opposite” sex.  Both local girls and boys seemed to enjoy exploring my emotions and eventually my body. The more they ventured into my persona, the more more I opened up to their advances. 

To me at that age there seemed to be very little difference in their advances. I let them do what they felt like doing and this seemed to please them. If one of the girls asked me for a kiss, I would offer my mouth to them. It was their tongue that pushed through my lips and thrilling me with the sense of submission. If one of the boys wanted to feel my boys bits, I wouldn’t resist but  lay on my back and let him undo my flies. I got the same high from giving the boys pleasure as I did with my submissions to the girls.  

The strange thing was that in most cases both boys and girls would find a way to get me alone and to hide their desires from their friends. I too carried a sense of guilt for so enjoying these experiences.

My vulnerability persisted through puberty and on to maturity. Traveling to school on the train involved close contact with other passengers. I confess to the total enjoyment of being fondled by men I didn’t know. A stranger’s hand on  my knee brought on an immediate erection and a damp patch in my trousers. 

Later on I worked in London and  catching the same crowded trains there and back every day began to be targeted by several men. I also began taking an interest in feminine clothes and secreted some items of underwear from my parents which I would wear at work under my suit. 

One day the train was packed. Us standing passengers were compressed like sardines.  

The side to side rocking of the carriage made contact with other passengers inevitable. Several of my regular stalkers would ensure their proximity to their prey and take full advantage of the conditions. They had obviously grown to know each other and would often travel in twos and threes and I often found myself nicely surrounded. They always ensured that their advances were concealed and things usually became quite personal.They discovered my sexy panties and my willingness to be felt and fingered. By the time we alighted at London Bridge I was always highly edged. 

Eventually their desire for further development of our relationship started with an invitation to a party. I was told it would be fancy dress and they suggested that i should come dressed as a girl. Explaining that I would have to dress at the party because i still lived with my parents a date was arranged for the following weekend. This encouraged me to buy some makeup and lippy. I already had the the little pleated skirt and white shirt that I would wear in my bedroom and spent my last savings on some heels from a shop in Soho. I couldn’t wait to get them on and practice my walking.  I got turned on by the posture they gave me but I found them difficult to walk in at first. They tended to make me stoop forward and I knew instinctively that was wrong. But I persisted and eventually developed a slight mince. Just putting them on gave me an erection and seeing myself in the mirror with my dick poking a bulge under my little skirt got me helplessly in love with my own image. 

My makeup needed practice and I read up on the advised techniques in ladies magazines. This was long before lap-tops and mobile phones.

The following week we discussed the forthcoming party and what fun we were going to have. The address was just a few miles from my house and a short bike ride. I checked it out one evening and was impressed with its size. its owner was obviously quite well off. His Jag was in the drive and I was tempted to call in but thought better of it. I would wait for the party.

Further more, to call it a “party” was a misnomer. When i arrived I was greeted          by the host with a deep tongue probing kiss and a pair of hands grasping and parting my buttocks. I sunk into his embrace like melting cream. Feeling that masculine face hair against my lips was till then the most erotic and submissive experience of my young life. His tongue eventually receding and tracing down to my neck. 

I stood breathless in his arms, my knees weak and my penis wet and hard. He released me slowly and took my hand.

“Welcome” he said smiling, picked up my overnight bag. “And what have we in here? Some pretty girly things for you to wear I hope “

I smiled back trying unsuccessfully to resume a casual mode, “Yes” I trembled, 

“I hope you will like them”

“I’m certain I will.” He kissed me once again and slapped my bottom. My heart was thumping madly and I was near to fainting.

“I will let you make your self beautiful in private before I take you to meet our other guests.”  

He lead me up the staircase to where he opened a door.

“This can be your room to use however you wish while you are here.” He said as he stood back and bade me enter. 

“What would you like to drink while you change?”

I had just discovered the delights of a long Gin and Tonic with ice and lemon. It was exactly what I needed right then and there. I blurted my request with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Excellent ! “ He exclaimed. “I will bring you one up.  Feel free to use the shower and bidet when you want.”

The door closed and he disappeared  down stairs leaving me in a state of total enchanted excitement as I looked about me at the luxury. 

Having laid out my things on the bed and set my make-up on the dressing-table. In some sort of a dream I started to remove my boy’s clothes.  I was hanging up my jeans  when a knock on the door reminded me there was a drink on the way and I was only wearing a shirt. I could do nothing but open the door !

“Very nice indeed !” exclaimed my host as he ogled my naked legs and handed me the drink. 

“I see you are really excited “ he grinned lasciviously as he noted my erection.

“You even look lovely as a boy !” he said as he placed the drink on the side table and turned to study me like a work of art.

He moved closer and standing behind me, whispered in my ear. “You are adorable and our guests will be a bit late. So do you mind if I have you to myself for an hour or so before they come.?”

I could feel his hardness against my bottom as his hands reached round, pulling me into him. I said nothing but just reached for my drink and in sipping at it, signified that he could do what-ever he wished.

The effect was immediate. I fell into a trance of lust and my hands went to his open flies and held his throbbing erection.

“Now” he  said softly “I want you to kneel and give me your pretty mouth”

Ignoring the natural shock and resistance to doing something which at first seemed a bit disgusting, I turned and dropped to my knees, positioning my face close to his meat. 

Encouraged by the hand at the back of my head I parted my lips and allowed his sensitive penetration. My tongue automatically wrapping itself around this beautiful part of a real man. 

A further deep sniff from the little bottle and I found myself hungrily tasting, feeling and loving this new sensation. My hands now grasping his buttocks like I was hanging on for dear life as I took him deeper and deeper.

“Do you want to make me cum in your mouth ?” he moaned. His passion growing rapidly. 

I knew it was going to be soon and held myself there while grunting a “Mmmm!” but thinking 

“Oh my God ! Yes please!  fuck my face and make me feel like a woman!  Please!”

His hands held my head now, and there was no chance to change my mind. He started shaking and pressing my face against his belly. I was gagging and unable to breath. I did fully expect to suffocate but didn’t care. I was full of gin and poppers and had a pulsating cock pressing down my throat.  

At first I tasted nothing. The first spurt must have gone straight down. The second filled my mouth and the third splattered my face and stung my eyes.

 Its taste was completely new to me of course. It seemed a mixture of warm water and yogurt.  Bland but also very yummy.

His withdrawal was like a sad departure to me. I had satisfied him and fora while he had no further interest or use for me. While I was high on the whole thing. Still kneeling and licking his seed from my face with my eyes still closed.

“Thank you” he said as if I had passed him a tea-towel.

 “Better get ready for our guests now. They will expect to see you looking your most prettiest. I’m sure you will please them and not let me down so definitely no pleasuring your self until I give you permission. By the way, what do we call you? Have you given yourself a girly name yet?”

“Chelsea !” I said.  Being the only name that I could think of at that moment.

”Ok Chelsea.” he said cheerily. “You can call me Sir if you would like.”

“Yes Sir. I would like that.”   

I felt moistened flannel placed in my hand. “Here wipe your slutty face and get ready” “Yes Sir” I replied as I tried to unstick m eyelids.

I heard the door close as he went to his room along the hall. I was alone with my thoughts.

I was beginning  to assume a relationship with this man which I wanted but hadn’t expected to develop to this point so soon. He was taking control of me and I liked it.

 The anticipation of giving my flesh into the control of a mature man who would then completely own it was arousing me sexually.

It was exactly what I dreamed of. What I constantly thought about when alone in my room. And now here it was !  I could pull away with some lame excuse. Or I could simply say “This wasn’t for me”  

But it “WAS” for me!  I knew well what it would mean. I would have to obey his every command. To serve him as his slave and to pleasure his friends on his instruction. To wear the clothes of his choice and to present this flesh to him as his property when ever he ordered. 

It would mean giving up my useless job in the city and moving in to care for his house and catering.  It might even mean chastity for me.  All of which I found so very exciting.

 So I didn’t say no.   In fact it was I who manipulated my future as a subservient sissy slut by immediately adopting my roll for the rest of the weekend.  And as things turned out,  I proved my ability to obey and perform all the tasks set me that very weekend.

I showered  and using the special purpose shower head douched my colon over the the toilet pan until the water ran clean. Some how, I knew this would be expected of me even before His instruction.

 Dressing was easy but it was difficult to concentrate on my makeup.  I remember thinking that I should have bought that wig I tried on in London. That was a ‘must’ now. Maybe I could borrow some cash to finance a decent wardrobe.I knew how to pay off the loan.  

But now was now and I did the best I could to look like a school girl.  Heels and white ankle socks. Smooth bare legs were nicely tanned right unto the satin  panties under my short pleated navy blue skirt. This and a simple white shirt were all I could afford. But I felt very fuckable and hoped it would satisfy everyone. 

The awkward clip of my heels seemed to accentual the fact that I was still very much the novice as I clattered clumsily down the stairs.  I regained my posture once back on the ground floor. 

I could hear voices and minced my way towards them.  As I nervously opened the door,  the click of billiard balls and the conversation stopped as if it had been switched off at the wall.  I was greeted by four guys wearing black satin cloaks and nothing else. Their expressions were nothing less than hungry lust  and devouring me mentally on sight.  I was their game for the night.  And it suited me well.

They all laughed at this and informed me that the game I was about to play had no rules !  Also, that I was to be the only one shooting the balls !

Leaning over the table to make the break I realised what they meant. My short skirt was lifted and my panties removed and stuffed unceremoniously in my mouth.

“No one wears panties at this game !” explained my Master as he pushed a fistful of lubricant into my already honied up boi-pussy.  “ and you are not allowed to move between shots.”

“Yes Sir” I stammered .

  “Like this ?” I asked and stretched over the cushion to take the break.

“That’s right. Just like that. but spread your legs a bit more and stand on your toes.”

 Completely missing the group as I took a heavy shunt from behind and a length of hard cock slipped easily through my already dilated ring.

“Christ ! “ exclaimed a voice. “It’s taken cock before…. the tart ! It’s got a real cunt !”

The panty gag in my mouth denied me the opportunity to explain that until then I had only self-inserted my rather thick toys which I had been doing it since I was about seven ! Starting small and developing my ability to accept them over years of solo sex. I always dilated now very quickly and with little persuasion. 

However, it seemed only to encourage him. So my Master repositioned the cue ball for the  resumption  the game. 

The impromptu rule seemed to be that until I had potted all the balls I was to be continually shafted by all four of them.  

I was never sure who won that game but it certainly broke the ice, and after an hour or so they were all taking me in both my sissy fuck-holes across the billiard table, the sofa and the carpet !

A few weeks before my two year contract finished a friend of my Master who had taken an interest in me put in a bid to buy me. My Master sent me to him for a trial period to see if I would suit him. If so I would be invited to sign for an extended period where I would be “on loan” to the friend but remain my Master’s property.  I felt just like chattel and that was exactly what I was and what I wanted to be. 

Part 9.

Once again the romance died and I found myself under new ownership. This time to a cartel. Now I had to answer to a board of owners. They ran several nightclubs and bars. They were polar for their floor shows. Mainly rape fantasy acts.Some BDSM and several acts involving sex with animals. 

Having signed up for my full consent to ‘staring’ in public I missed the small print covering ‘zoology’ and found myself chained to various devices and taking dog cock. It proved one thing to me for sure. I was a complete slut and could get used to anything that I was made to do.

Before my first show came my training. Forced to kneel as I had always done when preparing to take an insertion came naturally. But what shook me was the smell. I like dogs but this was so different. I didn’t get a look at the beast and for once i felt very naive. Even a little frightened. Yet as its wet nose sniffed and snuffed between the cheeks of my pussy I began to relax a little. I did enjoy the long wet tongue as it moistened my ring. But the sheer animal passion and the weight of what turned out to be a great dane as it pounced on me was incredibly awesome. 

Add to this the demand that I had to always got knotted during each set it doesn’t need explaining that I proved to be a valuable purchase and was kept in secure accommodation at all times. I rarely got to see the outside world or even daylight for three years. 

It was not until a bigger offer for me was accepted that they released me. My next owner was in His own way kind but very weird and a devotee of the Dungeon fraternity.

He too kept me under lock and key. I had a personal guard come henchman and chauffeur when I was allowed out for shopping or to ‘Star’ at some private party or gig.

He had His own dungeon and staffed it with several dominatrixes. It was busy all day and night and on occasions I was delivered to do a ‘shift’ as a model. I really enjoyed most of it but there were several occasions when I nearly met my end and needed medical resuscitation to bring me back to life. 

A lot of the clients were into breath controlling the models and some of them didn’t know when to stop. It was when the Dungeon Master was sorting out a problem in one of the alcoves my customer let me hang too long. The rope crushed my throat and I started to jerk (or dance as they refer to it )  I thought that it was all over and ceased to struggle. The lights went out and the next thing I knew was the DM and the other models giving me resuscitation. 

This event had a profound effect on me. The feelings I had when that rope tightened around my neck had excited me and unbelievably I began to fantasise about repeating the experience. Which I did but with the close security of the D.M.  

to be continued in Pt. 10. 

Another dungeon event which I shall not forget was being secured under a heavy sheet of ply wood with my meat and two veg pulled through a whole and  made a ready punch bag for some customer who liked to hand out CBT.

For several minutes (which seemed like hours) I felt pain like I had never before experienced. My exposit clitty and my two balls were ground flatter than a sheet of paper. I passed out and as in these occasions only came to once under medical care in a private ward.. The owner of the boots that had ruined me had been dealt with and was forced or blackmailed to come up with my medical costs. I was so badly damaged that repair was not an option. The surgeon advised my owners that castration was needed to avoid further damage from infection. When I came out of the anaesthetic, I was free of the bloody things .But I was left with the sack and created shit because of this. The surgeons agreed to follow up their work and finish the job. After a couple of extra weeks in hospital I ended up with my beautiful smooth and hairless scrotum.

 I felt such an improvement in my phycological attitude and I was so much cooler about things. I also had more control over my sexual urges and I am told I was a much better fuck because of my desire to please without wanting anything in return. I could wear really tight jeans and shorter skirts. I looked better in my panties too.  I could still ejaculate but had no semen which I didn’t need anyway.  My clitty was repaired but was much softer and diminished. I hadn’t used it for years so even that was acceptable. Eventually as I wasn’t happy in the dungeon business I was agreeably sold on to another bar owner where I was paid to satisfy the customers in a back room. After my previous owners this was a walk in the park !

If it hadn’t ben for my owner insisting on me joining the local health club, I would have grown fat with the lack of activity. I also started writing my erotic stories for kindle readers under my pen name of Harriet Harden.  They are all about she males and tgurl whores. And social misfits like myself. Its the  only subject that apart from art that I know about. 

I have been with my current owner now for 5 years and apart from feeling a bit too old for some stuff am still able to take cock and fist as often as I’m needed.