This is an absolutely true story taken from my life's journey as a Transsexual slave woman. I've lived full time for over twenty years now.
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As I write this my Mistress is in the bedroom with one of her many Black Bulls. Her screams of lust and orgasm reverberating through the house as he grunts and thrusts himself into her hot sweet womanhood, a pleasure I will never be allowed since she finds my TS clit (she calls it my wee wee or my worm) far to small and laughable to ever consider allowing me to enter her. I just finished fluffing him and putting the tip of his rock hard cock at the entrance to her pulsing womanhood and she told me to get lost until she wanted me again. I know I will be summoned in a while to clean them both completely using only my mouth, eating his massive loads of cum from her dripping pussy and sucking him clean as well while they either ignore me or make fun of me. While I can hear them fucking though I will write this first entry about my life and my current slavery to my Goddess Mistress April.
I couldn't be happier...
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When I was very young I never, ever, would have thought that I would one day end up in my current situation. Never mind completely loving it. But here I am, a 60 something full time transsexual woman living with a Dominatrix as her cuckold 24/7/365 totally owned slave girl.
It might be a good idea to give you a bit of my history before continuing though...
Like most Transsexuals I started showing signs of my gender issues at a very young age. I seldom played sports, preferred to stay in with my mother and sew, cook and knit. My father tried very hard to get me to enjoy the more manly activities but all I ever wanted was to play house with my dolls and every girl activity there was. I was teased growing up and soon started hiding what I was and pretended to be like the other boys all the while envying the girls who could express themselves in the manner I considered normal.
Oh yes... I was also very infatuated with boys. One in particular who took a shining to me at a very young age and made himself my protector through most of grade school. He was actually a big strong jock and my life was much easier due to him since no one at all ever wanted to cross him. I fell head over heels in love with him and he didn't discourage it at all. He even made several passes at me as we got older and more than once I shared his bed and cuddled in his arms watching TV and making out.
As time went by though he and I lost touch and like all of us I grew up, got jobs and tried to make it in the vanilla world as an everyday man. Got married, had 2 beautiful children and as the years went by became more and more depressed. Not due in any way to my family mind you but exclusively due to the fact that internally I knew I was a woman. Something I thought I could never let out fully.
So in private I explored my feminine side. Believing myself to be gay I actually found a gay bath house in the city (Boston) where I worked and became an active, and popular, young member there. During my life I have had sex with so few women I can count them on one hand... men on the other hand I lost count of long ago. Especially during the years at that bath house where I would spend several hours a few nights each week blowing countless men and being fucked by just as many. It's a wonder I got past those times without any diseases. To my credit though I always insisted on protection. The men there would always be asking for me when they arrived and even lined up at times outside my cubicle to fuck me.
I slowly began to reveal both to the world around me as well as to myself that I was a woman inside. I was treated as a girl by all of the men in the bathhouse in all ways and at all times. I was very popular as a result and gang-banged on numerous occasions.
Which I simply adored being the cock slut nymphomaniac that I am.
But lets fast forward to the not so distant past.
I had developed an interest in BDSM. Initially as a Dominatrix but soon realized I was anything but. I didn't want to tell others what to do, I wanted to be used and controlled. The fact is having always been in hiding, demure, frightened by the world around me and having had a strong protector and lover in childhood I really wanted to be under the control of a strong willed person.
Of course I always expected that to be a man.
Then I met my Mistress April.
I was at a local BDSM club. One that was very extreme and required a private invitation even to get in the door. The invitation itself took months to get and I was finally entering the door of the club which turned out to be in an old, all but abandoned, warehouse near the Boston docks. Needless to say I was rather nervous. Here I was, a now full time Transsexual woman, extremely submissive, entering a completely unknown environment with what I anticipated (and was correct to do so) were very hardcore Dominatrices and slaves.
I was dressed as sexy as possible. Very low cut black blouse showing my full 38 C breasts (many years on female hormones will do that), a very short black skirt, black fishnet stockings with shining black stiletto heels, my long blonde hair (all natural) free flowing and down to my mid back and my makeup, while demure and soft, striking and very slutty. I wondered if I would find compatible people or just get raped. Part of me, I think, hoped for both.
At the top of the stairs I came to an unmarked door what opened when I tried it and I found myself in a short hall with a gruff looking man sitting at a desk before another door.
"Name?" was all he said barely looking up at me and looking at a roster.
"s-slave m-m-marie" I stuttered.
I detected the hint of a grin and he reached out and pressed a button on the desktop. The door behind him buzzed. I hesitated and he commanded "Get your ass in there now!"
Pointing at the door with a scowl.
I jerked forward and opened the door.
What met my eyes I will never forget.
