Soon after i had signed a slave contract with Master, He asked me if i had ever had a girl fucked. i told Him that i used to have a girlfriend and we did have sex,but it was all licking, probing, caressing and finger fucking -- because although my penis was able to get hard a bit, it just never got hard enough to penetrate my girlfriend's pussy.
Master said that as His slave, i would NEVER ever be allowed to get hard. He asked me WHAT the sort of occasion was when i could most easily get hard. i told Him that it was when i was on my knees sucking off a man, because it made me feel so girl, being on my knees and with my head pressed way down to lick and suck a penis.
Then Master told me to kneel down and suck Him off -- and then as usual, my felt my penis hardening. Master used his strong big hand to feel my hardening penis and....without saying a word...He picked up a small rod and had my poor penis whipped....left...right...left...right...four times...oh four painful lashes that left me moan and beg for mercy.
Master told me that if i didn't want to have my penis whipped, the next time He face fuck me i had better held my penis tight and down...or just simply squeezed and then pinched it...to make it soft again. Or if that still didn't work, He advised me to have a cupful of icy water ready at the refrigerator so i could pour it all over my cock...both testicles and penis...and that would surely prevent my penis from getting hard. That worked and from then on till the final cutting off of mt penis in November 2015, these two methods....holding and pressing my penis tight and down....pouring icy cold water onto it before being face fucked...ALWAYS successfully prevented my naughty penis from getting hard.
To avoid being sent to jail at a male prison because of my embezzlement, i decided to let my manager...Master...see everything i've got to convince Him that i am suitable for being trained to be a girl. i pulled up my T-shirt to let Master see my budding breasts, which were soft but rather small, though the size of my nipples...which were already quite big...won instant praise from Master's friends...but not Master Himself who thought that my breasts were much too small to be even called 'breasts' -- just 'the chest of a sissy', Master said.
Then I took off all my clothes for Master to examine my skin...He was quite glad that my skin was very smooth, white and soft, but He took up a rod to whip me on my butt, saying that i shouldn't have got bits of hairs on my legs. But what finally saved me from prison was my short, small and soft penis....just two inches...Master asked me, 'Can you get hard ?' I replied, 'i am never allowed to get hard Sir...i won't even try to get hard Sir..i know i am actually a girl.' That caused Master to have an erection, and i knew that i was finally safe from jail.
At the time when i was caught by Master for having stolen money from the company treasury, i was looking very pretty indeed, because all the money i had stolen...thousands of USD...was used on buying very expensive skincare products and the best female hormone pills there were on the market.
My very soft, white skin and my pretty looks saved me from a long jail sentence because ALL of Master six close friends were unanimous in their assessment that if i should be castrated to work as a shemale escort, i should be very much able to pay off my debts to Master, with additional sums to be collected on my behalf if Master trained me to a submission escort well adjusted to various discipline and bondage devices.
My only shortcoming was that my breasts, as you can see, were very small, at just mere B Cup, and could easily be mistaken to be the fat chest of a plump boy.
Fortunately, my penis was small and cute and my asshole was so very tight, and Master was eventually satisfied that given enough training, i should make a good, popular shemale escort.
Castration on the other hand was always on the agenda in my my training programmes but Master's friends comforted me by saying that if i was sufficiently obedient, i might not need to be castrated, and even if i was after all castrated, it wasn't a complicated surgery...just one simple, clean cut...and i could be discharged from hospital in a day's time.
When Master discovered that i had stolen money from his company treasury for my own use, He was determined to send me to jail. i got down on my knees to beg Him for forgiveness, but it seemed that Master just wouldn't change His mind. The situation for me was quite desperate until one of Master's friends said that since i looked quite feminine, and small, it might be worth the while to have me castrated and then have me sold to a night club to work there as a shemale escort to pay off the debts i owned from Master.
Master was still hesitant because He thought that i, at less than five feet four inches, would be rather hard sale as a shemale escort, because most escorts He knew were taller than i was --and most importantly, prettier.
It seemed the whole situation was hopeless for me until i remembered that whenever i crossdressed to find men to have sex with at street corners in the middle of the night, men often praised me for having snowy white skin, a very small, cute-looking cock with a baby-sized, 2-inch penis, and in particular, the men i met on the street liked me for having a tight, small asshole which gave them great comfort when they penetrated me there.
i therefore asked Master to allow me to take a bath because i wanted to show Him that i was worth a try as an escort. Basically i didn't mind castration because i had been dreaming of having my uselessly soft penis cut off since childhood, but i DID fear going to jail to live there with male inmates.
So i was allowed to take a bath -- i washed off the brownish cream that i rubbed onto my body to make my skin look more 'man'...i used hot water to get my penis retracted and contracted to the smallest and shortest possible size and length...and most importantly, i carefully lubricated with small asshole with body softening lotion.
Then i crawled out on my hands and knees, all naked, to the feet of Master, and already Master, upon seeing my snowy white skin and baby-sized cock with its soft, dangling penis, was turned on -- i saw His huge erection beneath His fly.
Then i told Master, 'Please try my asshole...it is nice and cute for fucking, Sir.' Then Master opened up my butt cleavage, and i didn't know what happened, but soon a tremendously hard thing, soft but rock hard, was penetrating me in my asshole with brutal, relentless force.
i moaned in pain but i knew it worked....Master was having me fucked there. Master's manhood was so very big...out of the corner of my eyes i saw that it was nearly eight inches hard...and i moaned, cried and begged for mercy as the penetration went on for nearly 20 minutes...and then it stopped. Master touched me on my cheeks...all the cheeks...facial cheeks and butt cheeks...and said, 'OK, I want to give you a chance.' And so i was free from jail, though i agreed to be castrated (if needed) to work as a shemale escort after no more than 10 months of feminization training.
At Christmas Day, 25 December 2013, two weeks after my castration, i was sold by Master to a recreational facility, in fact a night club, as a fixed-term submission shemale escort for two years. This was my staff photo ....taken on that date... it was attached to my staff name card, which I need to wear even while on duty to serve a client.
The name card will enable my clients to identify me if and when they have complaints lodged against me in case I am found disobedient, impolite or outright poorly disciplined while serving my clients.
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Soon after having been caught red-handed by my manager...Master...for juggling accounting figures to embezzle company investment funds for my own private use, i was taken...with my hands bound behind my back...to Master's residence for further investigation.
i told Master that i was a ladyboy in disguise as a normal man to get a job, and that since i had breasts and such smooth white skin i couldn't possibly go to jail as a male inmate, because there in prison, other male inmates might molest or rape me. i begged and begged...in tears and on my knees...for Master to let me go, and i told Him that i was prepared to work as a shemale escort to pay back the money i had stolen from His company.
Master then asked to see my breasts...i unbuttoned my shirt and let Him see them immediately...and then Master frowned, knitting his eyebrows, saying,' Your tits are too small, flat like a man's chest...no, no...you aren't worth much on the market as an escort.'
And soon enough He was going to press his handphone buttons to call the police to take me into custody. In desperation i remembered that while was crossdressing to find sex at night, men also walked away when they saw my small breasts, yes so very small indeed, but when I lifted up my skirt to let them see my small little cock...my soft, clean-shaved just-2-inch penis, the men usually agreed to stay behind to have sex with me.
i therefore told Master that i would be a very popular ladyboy escort, because the men here like ladyboys with very small cocks -- and that i myself was a small-cock ladyboy. Master was interested.
He asked me to put on a pajama with nothing beneath it, and asked me to lie in bed. He said that with breasts as small as mine, there was absolutely no way for me to earn any money as a shemale escort, but He would consider giving me mercy...not sending me to the police...if my cock, especially my penis, was as small as i claimed.
When Master lifted up my pajama He noticed that my cock was tight wrapped and bound with elastic bandages. He asked me why. i told me that i had been having my cock wrapped up since childhood so my penis could remain small, and so my testicles could not grow too unsightly large. Master unwrapped my penis wrappings. At that moment when my cock was exposed in full view, Master exclaimed, 'Yes...very small...very cute and pretty.' And then He squeezed my penis with the greatest force i had never ever experienced, and that caused me pain which made me moan and beg for mercy.
Master stroked, squeezed and even licked my penis, and then He said, 'Okay boy, you are my girl...you are free from jail.' And i felt so glad, because my small pee pee had saved me, though it looked so uselessly soft, small - and almost fragile.
(Me - being fucked by Master immediately after i had signed my slave contract. That penetration was most unforgettable, because for the first time, i was being fucked, all naked, by a man with other men....six of them, all Master's friends...watching on. Master was so very stroooooong, and i moaned and begged for mercy....my asshole had not been lubricated beforehand to give me more pain as punishment for my disguising as a man.....and for the first time too, i got those humble feelings of my inferiority as a GIRL being prepared for daily fucking by men -- for the rest of my life.)
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Master decided not to sent me to the police because of one good reason : My skin was so lily white, soft and smooth that even with just very small breasts....and small nipples...i looked very attractive to men, particularly middle-aged men.
When Master consulted His friends regarding whether or not to send me to the police for embezzlement, they said that they couldn't decide until they saw me naked. So they asked me to take off all my clothes, so they could see whether if i was trained to be an escort to pay off the debt i was owning to Master, I could be sold as a slave to a night club for good money.
They were surprised that my skin was so very white and smooth...for a boy...and were completely turned on once they spread open my legs and had a full view of my very small cock with its 2-inch-long penis, so docile and so cute-looking.
By unanimous vote, Master and His six close friends decided to let me go free....free from prison, but not free from slavery under under Master for further further feminization training. A sissy so pretty as this boy, they said, must not be wasted in prison. Looking back at this picture, i myself am attracted by the snow whiteness of my skin as contrasted with the skin of one of Master's friends who was inspecting for small cock.
(N.B. There is a need for me to use 'i' instead of 'I' when Master is mentioned anywhere in this post.)
In October 2013, Master was still struggling to break my will because i was stubborn about maintaining my male identity, which was that i didn't mind dressing up as a girl to have sex with men, but that i didn't like the idea of PERMANENTLY being in girls clothes to serve as a shemale escort. I still liked being in male clothes so i could enjoy the freedom of being a man.
Although Master had been arranging for me to be fucked, whipped and humiliated by men and boys in different age groups from as young as 8 to as old as 65, i kept standing firm at the seemingly unbreakable bottom line that i had to remain a crossdresser...yes i would serve men if required by Master...but i still wanted to remain a man, not a girl 24/7, as would be required by Master's plan to make me work as a shemale escort.
So one evening, Master told me, '0kay, you want to be a man, right ? I will give you one last chance. If you make it, I will let you wear trousers again.' So in the evening, Master took me to a night club, where girls ...mainly from China and the Philippines ...were on call to have sex with men. The club manager greeted Master most politely...as He was a regular customer...and when Master introduced me to him as his 'nephew', the club manager shook my hands, saying with a broad smile, 'You have such pretty little hands. It is a pity that you are a boy.'
As I was being treated as a man, Master, the club manager and i all sat together at a long, black sofa to chat. The manager asked me, 'Your skin is very white and smooth...you do any outdoor sports ?' i shook my head, saying that i liked staying at home to do reading and housework. The manager replied, 'Ohoh, let me make you a real boy !'
The manager told the two girls to help take off my shoes to change into slippers...and when he saw my small white feet, he exclaimed, ' Nice small feet' and to my surprise, he bent way down from the sofa to touch and squeeze my toes. He told me to remove the bra of one of the girls ...and then told me to pinch her at her big, pink nipples. I tried it gently..the girl cried out, 'Ouch !' I felt guilty over having hurt her, and said sorry to her, while helping to put her bra back on. The club manager laughed as he saw that, and then he asked the two girls to pull up their skirt to their waist to expose their bald pussy...tight like a zipped lady's purse... to full view...and then they were told to kneel at our feet...both girls were from China and looking quite frightened ...and then he left, leaving Master and i alone with those two girls.
Master told me to take off my trousers so the the two girls could use their tongues and hands to help make my cock get hard. That I did, and when the girls saw my small cock, they exclaimed as one, 'Namao xiao (so small) !' However they did try hard to lick, massage, stroke my penis with their soft white hands...when all that failed to make me get hard, they took turns to sandwich my penis in the cleavage of their breasts, massaging my poor little penis --giving me titty fucking where both blow and hand jobs had failed to give me an erection.
As my penis remained discouragingly small and soft, the girls didn't know what to do, and then Master asked the club manager to come into the room, telling the manager that the two girls were not co-operative and had failed to give me the erection i needed to have them fucked. He told the club managers to arrange for me to punish those girls by having them caned on their butt. The manager cast one suspicious look at my drooping, soft little cock...with its tiny penis of less than 2 inches...and then he passed me a small, light cane, the sort of cane Master normally used on me if i was disobedient.
The two girls...both at less than five feet two inches and just 90 pounds plus...very tiny like a child...looking almost like little junior secondary schoolgirls....were very scared.. They got down on their knees to ask me to spare them the cane, telling me that caning would cause them to feel 'han tung (very painful)'. i knew that it was all my own fault that i couldn't get hard, but Master was looking on, telling me to have the girls caned immediately.
So I gently pulled down the panties of those two girls...asked them to bend over at bedside...and i stroked their butts before having them caned. I noticed that men usually did that before they had me caned, and that sort of butt stroking always turned them on, making them get hard. I was thinking that perhaps I could also get hard if i stroked their butts in the same way. Their butt cheeks were smooth as silk, very white and fine in skin texture...all that should have aroused any man...but my penis continued to remain small and retracted. Then Master said, 'Come on...give them the caning they deserve for being lazy.'
So I had to use the cane on them, I gave their butt one lash each, using minimal force, lest I should hurt them. But still they sobbed, saying that it was painful....'Please sir forgive us...don't cane us anymore, sir !' they kept begging.
i couldn't bear it anymore...after all it was all my own fault...this not-getting-hard thing. i got down on my knees at the feet of Master and the night club manager, saying,' i was raised as a girl at home, so i can't get hard...not their fault...don't punish them.' Then Master said, 'So you know that you can't be a man eh ? If you get hard now, you can still be a man....or you take off your clothes now and put on girls clothes to show that you are willing to be a girl from now on.'
So in the presence of the night club manager and the two girls, I took off all my clothes...shirt, tie, men's pants ...and all the breast wrappings that deceptively made my chest look flat...the club manager saw all that...I noticed that he was having a tremendous erection beneath the fly of his trousers...and then he said, 'Nice tits...big butt...white skin...small cock...small hands and feet...good material to be a shemale escort.' It turned out that the club manager already knew that I was a ladyboy. I was just being tested whether I really couldn't be a man. If I failed all the tests needed for asserting my manhood, Master would arrange for me to be sold to the night club as a shemale escort immediately.
Master ordered me to get down on my hands and knees, and then He asked the club manager to have me caned on my butt for having so audaciously pretended to be man and having had the guts to fuck his girls with such weak ladyboy penis. The club manager caned me on my butt with ever-increasing force...and he was causing me such intense pain that I screamed out, begging for mercy. Master then said,' Now say that you want to be a girl. Say that you won't ever dare to pretend to be a man anymore. Then we won't punish you.' I immediately said,'I am not a man...I am a girl...I won't ever dare to put on men's clothes again to pretend to be a man...please make me a girl, pleaseeee !'
All the time they girls were watching, trembling with both eyes and mouths open wide. Master asked me to get up, put on girls clothes, and then lay back in bed. That I did, and then the night club manager told the girls...in Chinese...something. One girl went out immediately...came back after just two minutes...with a strapped-on dildo on in between her legs.
Then one girl held me down in bed with one hand, while using the other hand to hold down my penis so it would bend backward to make sure that I would not be having the slightest erection, even if that miraculously happened. Then the girl with the dildo rammed ...hard and brutally...into my asshole --oh so painful...the dildo was too big for my small asshole...this time it was I who was begging for mercy.
(Below : The night club manager pissed into my mouth as punishment for my pretending to be a man to fuck one of his girls. To save me from further punishment, the girl at my feet was...out of her kind compassion for my physical condition... trying to get me hard...but failed...and I was caned on my butt afterwards for daring to have sex with a girl with my uselessly soft penis.)
But the girl kept using her strapped-on dildo to shuffle her 'penis' in and out of my asshole...with ever broader strokes and intensity...and as she did so, she spoke in Chinese, comforting me,' Don't cry...it is always tough to take in a big penis for the first time...but soon you will get used to it...every girl has to be fucked by a man sooner or later...it is okay and natural...it is normal...don't cry, dear.' But the pain in my asshole was so intense...I kept begging, saying, 'I won't dare to be a man anymore...I will be a good girl.'
After I had been fucked hard by that girl with a dildo...for fully 20 minutes... Master and the club manager took turns to have me fucked again -- in full view of the girls who helped to hold my legs up and wide apart to make my asshole more accessible to Master and the club manager.
Then when it was all over, the club manager passed a contract for me me to sign. As i am (still am) a slave, i cannot read and write without permission. i asked Master for permission to read the contents of the contract -- permission DENIED. So i needed to sign the contract without having it read, but as i was turning over the pages of the contract...there were three typewritten pages...i did see one shocking statement which read :
' I hereby agree to be punished, humiliated, caned or spanked by my customers for their fun and pleasure. I understand that I don't need to earn my punishment because of the mistakes I make. I will be punished, humiliated and whipped just for giving pleasure to customers.'
After I had signed the contract, I was taken home by Master. That was the last adventure that put a full stop to my life as a crossdresser -- in men's clothes while walking tall into the the night club like a gentleman...in full dignity with shirt, tie and trousers...but in girls clothes, walking with my head bowed low as I was leaving the club, being humbly collared -- in low cut T-shirt with my shaved, white legs fully exposed to the butt line where the red marks made from having just been caned were visible, being barely covered by a see-through fishnet miniskirt.
Thus was ended my last hope of remaining a crossdresser. I had to report to work as a shemale escort at the night club on 15 October 2013.
(Me - Being fucked with a strapped-on dildo by a female escort as part of my initiation...on 3 October, 2013... into my new life as a shemale escort. As I was being fucked by the girl like this, I felt that my tiny penis...which had remained soft throughout...started hardening. Fortunately, another girl came to my rescue and immediately covered my penis with her hand, pressing my penis down and backward to avoid this sort of unsightly, unladylike hardening (without permission) to be seen by Master and the night club manager who were both watching on !)
(In this last try as crossdresser, I could have avoided the fate of having to work as a shemale escort had I had been able to have a convincingly hard erection. But the penis is most definitely NOT a cigarette lighter...it just can't hard even if you really WANT it to. I thought hard, making believe that I was a macho man, a kind of Don Juan out for adventures...but it didn't work...my penis remained soft.
So Master held me up by holding on to my arms, and then the night club manager held me up at the other end at my legs and then I was penetrated hard and long...I moaned in my high-pitched girly voice -- while the club manager kept murmuring in his very deep voice, ' Skin so white...nipples so big...hands and feet so small...still have the guts to pretend to be a man ?' Yes as you can see, my body is really too small...my skin too white...to be a man...I am really a girl...I was just a girlyboy at any time in my life...I well deserve to be disciplined and fucked to become a girl.)
(After signing a contract to work as a shemale escort, i was told my Master to send emails to my former students, schoolmates and teachers, telling them that i was in training to be a girl and was getting ready to work as a shemale escort in southern Thailand.. i told them i needed their help to make me soft, feminine and obedient so i could better adjust to my new job.
Master said that I needed to have some practical experience as an escort before i started my work. Therefore, in my email messages to my former acquaintances, i was told by Master to invite them to have sex with me. If they came within the first week from the date they received my email, i would have sex with them free of charge, at no cost to them If they came within the second week from the date of issue of the email, i would charge them just a token fee of USD 10. After two weeks, I wouldn't be available for free service, and if they would like to have sex with me, they would need to go to the night club where I had signed up for work as an escort.
There were hundreds of replies, and Master helped me to pick out as my first clients the students, schoolmates and teachers who used to be friendly towards me. There would be just one man/boy for each day of the two free trial weeks, and the 14 men/boys I eventually picked were told to meet me at a small house ...owned by one of Master's friends... somewhere near the Thailand/Malaysia border. Among the 14 clients picked were 6 teachers, 4 schoolmates and 4 students.
Master told me that i must be as obedient as possible to those 14 clients, and they would help to promote me to their friends and relatives if my services were good, and then i could have a growing number of clients coming over the border to have me booked for services once i started my work as a shemale escort.
Master friend would take the client to my room as soon as he arrived. All 14 of that first batch of my clients ....aged from 13 to 48....were curious about my choice to become a shemale escort. I didn't tell them that I was on a slave contract...I just told them that I wanted to be trained to be a girl through working as an escort. Master's identity was, as instructed, kept in strictest confidence and in complete secret. I met each client fully clothed in shirt, tie, and trousers, but with my breasts unwrapped, so he could see the big bulges of my breasts beneath my shirt. The shirt was worn with the topmost buttons off, so the man/boy could see...and touch my breasts easily. The fly of my trousers were purposely left open, so the man/boy could have easy access to my small cock which had been shaved bald to look cute...and was in addition pulled and bound backward to form a bundled lump to be hidden in my the v-cavity in between my thighs -- to show my obedience and my degraded status as a former male teacher tuned shemale escort.
When they first saw me, they didn't know how to approach me. But I took the initiative to get down on my knees to apologize to them for deceitfully hiding my ladyboy identity for so long, and then I handed them a table tennis bat for them to have me punished for my naughtiness. THAT broke them eventually and they all started undressing me, so they could see and toy with my breasts and small cock.
Because those 14 clients had been carefully handpicked and were kind and friendly in my days as their teacher, classmate and student, they were very gentle with me. Nobody spanked me with that table tennis bat...they just hand spanked me very lightly, and kept asking me, 'Does it hurt ?' Less than one-third of those 14 men/boys penetrated me in my asshole, and the few who did just explored the outermost part of my asshole ...making weak attempts...and did not venture to go further. Practically everyone caressed, groped and squeezed different parts of my body...in particular my breasts, butt and small cock...and they all showered me with praise for having such soft, white and girly body. My former students even asked me whether I would go back to school to teach them again as their female teacher, and my schoolmates said that they had always admired me for my good exam grades, and now they were admiring me for the beauty of my body. But my teachers reacted rather differently. )
(My teachers wouldn't penetrate me in my asshole...none of them did...they told me that they came just advise me to turn back from the strayed road I was taking....my academic qualifications were good...there was still hope. Instead of coming to meet up with me individually, they came as one group, all six of them.
I was touched by their kindness but told them it was too late for me...I had been taking female hormones since childhood...I couldn't get hard...my body, shoulders, hands and feet were so small, like a girl's...there was no future for me as a boy...I had made up my mind to become a girl. In the end the whole counselling group...all six teachers...relented and said they would help me in the way I wanted them to -- that was, making me a girl.
None of them took off their clothes...not a bit...they said they had their jobs to keep. But they unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my breasts exposed to be squeezed and stroked by them, and they carefully used their hands to touch, caress and stroke my butt.
They tried their best to massage my cock, pulling and pushing my 2-inch-long tiny penis-- hoping to make it get hard. And then one by one they asked me to suck them off...still with their trousers on...just their fly being open...and they used their fingers to probe my small asshole. They did all that in two teams - 3 each at my front and back.
They said that they now understood why, when I was sitting in their class, I was so obediently attentive and quiet, never moving a bit while others boys were fidgeting, boisterously chatting or even moving around the classroom. A boy with a butt as big as mine simply couldn't run around easily, and my small cock showed that I didn't have enough male hormones so I was so gentle,quiet and obedient, like any girl.
When they were leaving, they said that I was indeed very girl...not much of the boy in me was left....but they still insisted that it was never too late for me to go straight, and if I was willing to remove my breasts by surgery, they were willing to help me to find a job. They took turns to massage and stroke my breasts and cock once more, telling me that I was an obedient boy. But if I wanted to be a girl, they said that I was doing well, since my breasts were so big and soft, and my penis was indeed very small.
They gave me a total of USD 1000 for my services, although I had told them that everything was free. They said if I liked, USD 1000 should be quite enough for me to find a doctor to have my breasts cut off in Bangkok. Afterwards I gave all USD 1000 to Master who patted me on my head, saying,'Good girl!')
(N.B. The rather pleasant experience I had had during those two trial weeks did NOT in the least reflect what would actually happen when I worked as a shemale escort. As shemale escort, I could easily earn two or three times more than any female escort /post-op ladyboy escort, but the work condition was HORRIFIC to say the least, and that was why I eventually decided to have my penis cut off in November 2014.)
(Me : Practising how to suck a cock....30 minutes a day... by sucking a dildo hooked onto a bookshelf... in preparation for my work as shemale escort - 26 December 2013 (two weeks after my castration)
(Me : Practising how to lick and caress men's nipples -- I was trying hard to learn the different techniques to make my clients feel comfortable by licking and squeezing the nipples of one of my co-workers ...my roommate and my close friend, Anita, who had also just been castrated by her boyfriend for disobedience.... February 2014 .... about two months after castration)
(Me : At a hill slope in Tuva, southern Russia - with snow flakes falling all over me)
After Master had castrated me for disobedience, i felt so very sad because the sons of Master's close friends...six of them...kept asking their fathers to allow them to have me fucked. Eventually the boys got what they wanted, and had me got down on my hands and knees on a sofa, and then in groups of three each...one fucked me in my face...one stroked my nipples and penis...while the third penetrated me in my asshole.
I closed my eyes in shame, because although I had been crossdressing to have sex with men on the street for nearly ten years, I had never been fucked by boys as young as 12 or 13, as most of the boys seemed to be. The boys said, 'Okay if you can get hard we won't fuck you like a girl.' But when I told them I couldn't get hard now that my balls were totally gone, the boys took out a table tennis bat and had me spanked, saying, ' You have a penis and it can't get hard, uh ? Then you are really a girl...get down on your knees and beg us to fuck you like a girl.' I was afraid of being spanked yet again...very painful... and so I knelt down and obediently said, ' I can't get hard...please fuck me like a girl.' For one whole week, the boys kept penetrating me for nearly two hours every day, and I felt so ashamed ...and I felt CRIPPLED...because of the physical condition I was in -- having just a penis but no balls, looking quite odd since I also had breasts. The boys laughed at me for having both penis and breasts on the same body, and my face kept turning red at each comment that I was a 'lousy tranny'.
Master noticed my sadness and, to comfort me, He decided to take me for an overseas trip to help me relax my nerves and release my tension --and so I could at the same time get away from the sexual harassment of the boys. Master was so kind to me, and i felt so grateful to Him for after all, my punishment...castration...was well deserved because I shouldn't have stolen His money.
Master took me to Tuva in Russia for a winter trip towards the end of December, 2013 --three weeks after my castration and just one week after i had been fucked and spanked by the boys for nearly a week for not being able to get hard. Master ls so tall, dark and handsome...I like Him a lot...but i know He won't ever accept me as His girlfriend because i had been a thief.
When we were back to Malaysia, Master, like a strict teacher, told me to write a composition on my trip to Tuva...i tried my very best to give Him a good essay, because i wanted to make Him happy...i wanted Him to know that i would for ever be obedient to Him...and I would try my best to learn to be a very obedient girl, because that is (still is) what He wants me to be.
The following is my Russia trip composition : -
Master and i spent two wonderful weeks in Tuva, southern Siberia. Tuva is a land of interlocked valleys in southern Siberia. There the streams flow down from towering mountains that go way up into the heavens. The stream water is clean to the point of being pristine. Undulating plains extend far into the horizon to where as far as the eyes can see, reminding us of the almighty power of God's creation. At the hill slopes there are lines and lines of pine trees that surround, embrace, go over and snake around steep cliffs, covering the landscape in the sort of greenery that one would never have expected to find in icy cold Siberia.
It was towards the end of December that I arrived in Tuva...the hills, the slopes and the high grounds were already being snow covered by snow flakes that were falling from the sky like myriads of shred stars from the heavens.
The snow flakes fell like fallen petals from flowers all around me, and within minutes after I had I sat down somewhere at the foot of a steep rock outcrop, my feet were already being buried in inches of snow, which kept piling up as if it was trying to get back to the sky from which it came.
Master gave me a Grade A for this composition and patted me on my head, saying, 'Good girl...good English.'
And then He lifted me up...hugging me all over... afterwards he gently took me to his bed where He whispered sweetly into my ears, saying, 'Your skin looks very nice...your tits are soft...and I like your little pee pee...so small and cute -- and having no ugly-looking balls.' i was so glad He liked my body so very much...i took off my clothes, spread my legs M-style and begged Him to take me. Yes indeed Master did just that. He penetrated me hard, deep and long, making me feel so very happy, so very girl as never .
This was the way my penis looked in November 2013, just one month before my testicles were cut off for disobedience. I was found to be very disobedient for two reasons. First, I kept on going online to write about my experience to the extent of starting a Google Page about my MtF transition. While describing the different events leading to my MtF transition, I uploaded quite a number of nude pictures of myself so that my Google Account, along with my YouTube Account were both suspended. Second, i kept on getting hard without permission especially when my nipples were massages and caressed by Master, His close friends and the teenage age sons of Master's friends.
In addition, my penis had the naughty habit of becoming erection-like while i was being fucked by Master, His friends and their sons -- especially the teenage boys, because the fact of being fucked by young boys as young as my former students somehow turned me on. My erection wasn't strong enough to get my penis really THAT hard for normal sexual intercourse ...it never could be like that...but as you can see from this picture of mine....taken while I was being fucked by a 15-year-old boy, my penis did get erect, which was NOT permitted. Soon after the above picture had been taken by one of the sons of Master's friends, it was shown to Master who got very angry at me because this was concrete evidence that I was getting hard without permission.
Furthermore, Master had received notifications from both Google + and YouTube that my accounts had been suspended for indecent exposure of my cock to the public. So the men and boys gathered around me...had me stripped naked...and then each one of them had me whipped ...one lash each on each of my butt cheeks and one most painful lash on my poor little penis...as punishment for my disobedience in having got hard and displaying my naked body online without permission.
Master and His friends thought that after I had been whipped, i should have learned my lessons and stopped my nasty habit of getting hard while I was being fucked. But still that sort of uncontrollable hard-on returned again and again, and a hot flash of overwhelming passion seemed to get my penis charged like live electricity, and I still kept on getting hard without permission even after several whipping sessions.
Eventually, Master and His friends had a meeting and a decision was reached to the effect that i MUST be castrated so i would never ever be able to impolitely get hard to embarrass men while I was being fucked. .Master had consulted a doctor who had my penis checked and the doctor told Master that as long as my testicles were still there, I would still have this kind of embarrassingly unsightly erection. Castration was in the doctor's view the only way to stop me from having a VISIBLE erection -- once and for all.
After my castration, my penis might still get hard, but it could never get erect in the way you could see it did in the above picture. i got down on my knees to beg Master not to cut off my balls...it seemed so bloody and terrifying...but Master's mind was made up : My balls must be cut off as soon as possible.
This was the way my penis looked...weakly leaning way back with the loose...now emptied... skin bag formerly holding my balls being humbly flattened to show my new status as a castrated shemale--but not yet as a girl because I still had my poor little penis with me
The removal of my balls did NOT mean the cutting away of the loose skin bag formerly having my balls encapsulated. That loose skin bag, as advised by the Thai doctors who cut off my balls, MUST be retained so there would later on be enough tissue materials to be used for constructing my pussy, or my virginal canal ...making it as long and deep as possible...if I ever wanted to have my penis completely removed to construct a pussy in any sex change surgery in the future.
Master was very worried that i might still have an erection after my castration. The doctors assured Master that I would never be able to have erection for the rest of my life even if I never went through any penis removal surgery. My penis could still get hard a bit, but that could easily be controlled by having icy water poured onto it, or simply...and easily... having it pushed or held down with my...or anybody's...hand. Without the muscle pumping-up effect of testosterone from my balls...which had been cut off... the circulating blood in my body would lack the needed backup power to harden my penis to the point of erection. Yes my penis could still be FELT to be getting hard...but that hardening process, being so weak, would be hardly noticeable unless a man really put his hand on my penis to actually feel the hardening process, which should be interesting to my clients when I worked as an escort, as agreed in my slave contract.
As soon as i recovered from my castration surgery, Master couldn't wait to have a try at my new penis without balls. As you can see from the above picture, my penis ...with its two eggs being gone...just dropped and drooped back...very soft and quietly docile...while Master was having me fucked long and hard in my asshole.
Indeed for nearly one whole month immediately after my castration, everybody...every man and boy in the household.... was very turned on...their penis easily getting rock hard...as they saw that my penis was always in a lay-back sort of state, quietly and obediently leaning way backward as I was meekly,humbly and obediently lying back with outstretched legs to await Master, his friends and their six sons...aged from 11 to 17...to have me fucked -- at last I was fucked like a girl, with me being no longer able to have any erection under any circumstances, even after masturbation.
In utter shame and humiliation, I was required to send emails to my former students...those naughty boys who I taught for several years in secondary school...telling them that I was undergoing MtF transition, and that I had already been CASTRATED. I also gave them an address where they could find me in Thailand -- and then have me booked as a castrated shemale escort.
To add to my attraction, I admitted having committed serious mistakes in my personal conduct in having most deceitfully disguised myself as a man...and a male teacher...and I invited them to have me deservedly punished for my rudeness and impudence.
With my trembling hands...knowing very well the kind of degrading life and humiliating work ahead of me...I uploaded some pictures of mine being on my knees ---while being first whipped butt bare and then fucked in my asshole. At first I had refused to send and upload such pictures. But Master and His friends immediately had me whipped on my butt with a hard rod...very painful...so at last I really understood from the painful punishment I received that my new status was quite low, and I must not think of myself as being a respectable teacher anymore. In my weak, high-pitched voice...which didn't break in childhood because of my daily female hormone intake since the age of 13...i showed my total submission to Master by also uploading a voice message to all my students, telling them that 'I am now a girl...come play me.'
After my castration, I was receiving an average of USD 200 for an hour's service, which was just for normal, man/top-woman/bottom sexual intercourse. For additional services, such as having me spanked or whipped on my butt, that would add the fee to as much as USD 300.
Having had heavy dosage of female hormone intake, facial feminization surgery and whole body skin whitening, I looked much prettier than before --with my eyes eventually acquiring those typically soft, watery looks -- instead of those male, fixed, hard-gazing eyes which I used to have.
As you can see from the above photo...which I used for my online castrated shemale escort profile picture ... my penis looked very neat from a bottom-up side angle. The picture was taken in February 2014, and the length of my penis...if stroked really hard. for 20 minutes ..could reach nearly three inches. But the fact that the testosterone-manufacturing centres... my testicles,..were completely gone gradually atrophied my penis, so that towards the end of 2014, my penis weakened, auto-trimmed and then retracted in length to just two inches plus -- which however didn't decrease my attraction for clients because ladyboys with a small but cute-looking penis are very popular with men in Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore.
As early as in April 2015...two years after i had been caught by Master for embezzling company funds...my work as a castrated shemale escort already helped me to pay off ...in entirety...my debt to Master -- the USD 50,000 i stole from His company. Although I was earning a lot as a castrated shemale escort, I was desperately trying to save up money for my ultimate, much needed sex reassignment surgery because I was not able to take the pain, the humiliation and the mental torture of passively receiving so much punishment...whipping, squeezing, clamping and what not (!)...at my poor little penis.
Although the fact that I had both breasts and penis on the same body was giving so much fun and pleasure to men..and was such big money-printing gadget...I felt very much ill at ease with my rather weird physical appearance. That was why I decided to have my penis cut off in November 2015.
While my penis was still with me, I was often (day-)dreaming of one day perhaps becoming a boy again, not because I like being a boy, but because being a boy seems...it always does...to give a person so much freedom of movement, action and CHOICES. But as you can see from all my pictures, I no longer look remotely like a boy, so if I do de-transition...going back to becoming a boy again...I would look really odd with my girly face, body and behaviour.
I had considered all the options before having my penis cut off, because in the final analysis...after comparing the pros and cons of de-transitioning...I had decided that my own way out of the shemale dilemma...extending ever closer to the dangerous edge of identity crisis... was still to COMPLETE my MtF transition to become a girl.
Crossdressing is no longer suitable for me. When I put on pretty girls clothes now...with beautifully frilled and patterned bra and panties...I just do so impassively like any girl, as part of a normal daily routine. The excitement of putting of girls clothes... which I often felt over long years of crossdressing... is totally gone because I AM a girl, and the word 'crossdressing' is no longer relevant to me where 'dresses' are concerned.
The liberation of my breasts from wrappings and bandages is another prime reason why I have decided to cut off my penis once and for all. When I was a crossdresser, I must have my breasts hidden beneath layers of tight bandages/wrappings under my shirt, as if they were illegal drugs.
Since becoming an escort, my breasts become the mainstays of my livelihood, with them being squeezed, stroked and caressed by men innumerable times since I began my MtF transition nearly three years ago. I LIKE my bra to be taken off to expose my breasts and the almost euphoric feeling...so very intoxicating...of being caressed and stroked at my nipples by the big, rough fingers of men...is continuing to turn me on.
Men's hands are so dark, rough and large, and they just neatly have my soft, white breasts covered...and when my breasts are pushed up, and then pressed down, I feel dreamily excited. Before paying for my service, clients like to have my breasts examined first to decide whether my breasts are big and cute enough to turn them on.
I am still very scared of being stripped like this, so I often need one of my escort friends to be at my side....holding down my hands...to keep me steady and calm while this pre-booking inspection of my body is going on. Then when other escorts are being examined at their breasts or pussy for bookings, I also help out by holding down their arms and legs, so they won't impolitely tremble too much to ruin the moods of the clients. You might think that we escorts are shameless, unfeeling sex toys. We are not, and we do feel the shame, humiliation and public disgrace of being stripped for inspection by our clients who may quite often be a 15-year-old student studying at a nearby school.
Picture Above : Soon after my castration, I sent out emails to invite my students to have me booked, and I told them direct that if they came as the first two dozen batches of my clients, they would receive a 70 per cent discount of the normal service charge for a castrated shemale escort, which could be anywhere between USD 100 and USD 200 in my part of the world, the prices varying with the age, quality and looks of the shemale escorts.
I bad been under strict feminization training since March 2013, and with careful skincare and hormone medication, I looked rather pretty...not too pretty but presentable anyway...and so my market market per hour should be about USD 150, and as my past students would also enjoy special discount prices, I was offering myself to be humiliated, spanked and then fucked for as little as USD 100 only. Hundreds of my students came, and I waited, sat or just lay in bed 24/7 to be literally RAPED by the boys, who spare no mercy in brutally penetrating my asshole...squeezing my breasts....and asking me to suck their penis.
It was a most humbling and humiliating experience for me, as the boys were in the fully dignity of being completely clothed, while I, as an escort, was not allowed to ;put on anything -- just lying there stark naked to be humiliated and fucked by the boys who kept saying, 'Smooth skin, Teacher....nice soft tits, Teacher...oh, your skin is so white.' I was shamefaced and very embarrassed, but the night club manager didn't allow to take any rest, so during the first two months of my 'Big Sale' after my castration, I lost nearly 15 pounds from sheer fatigue and exhaustion, which however made me look prettier because my body had slimmed down to acquire sexy curves all over.
Picture Above : Me being bathed by one of the naughtiest students of my class -- I used to pay his parents home visit so they could have him whipped in my presence for gross breach of discipline in class and at school. He is however now one of my most frequent clients.
When I still had a penis, he liked having it cleaned, rubbed and then dried, calling it 'a cute baby'. Now that I have a pussy, he likes pushing his fingers inside my pussy...up to three fingers at a time...to, as he says, 'stir my little love hole into a whirlpool of lust.'
His hands are very rough...he likes playing volleyball...and when his hands touch and caress my soft smooth skin, I have a feeling of huge sensation passing all over my body, from head to toe.
Picture Above : Soon after my castration, I became overnight a huge sensation among my former students. They streamed across the Thailand-Malaysia border to have me booked in their HUNDREDS. As I said before, many of them came NOT to sleep with me...or have sex with me for that matter...but just to have a look at the new changes on my body.
They liked asking me to strip naked, and they came in pairs or in groups of three or four each - to, as some students said, avoid the embarrassment of even ASKING me to take off my clothes for them to have a look at my breasts and castrated penis.
NONE of my young students had seen a shemale in real, though they all had seen many porn shemale videos - in fact as a teacher I used to CONFISCATE such porn videos when they were seen passing such indecent material in class for sharing.
I could never have imagined that I eventually became a castrated shemale myself, with me being featured in the porn videos which my students...after payment of a fixed sum of video-making fee to the night club manager... made of me while I was serving them.
Picture Above : Me (the girl with hair bound and parted into ponies) serving a rich Malaysian businessman. Those of my clients who are willing to pay generously...paying me a bit more as tips that is...are the rich businessmen from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Most of them are ethnic Chinese, though Indians also represent a significant minority. Such businessmen like having at least two...sometimes three...of us shemales serving them at any one time, and they like us for our obedience and ultra-femininity which they say biological girls now no longer have.
We help them to take off their clothes, giving them whole body massage before we serve them in ANY way they like.
Mature men from Malaysia do not necessarily like having me spanked...only my young students enjoy that...they like chatting with me about my present life, my life as a man and teacher in the past and having conversation with them is fun, because the night club manager generally allows me to use my fluent English to chat with these more-educated men from Malaysia.
With the boys I am REQUIRED as rule to speak broken, ungrammatical English to amuse those boys to give them the male pride and superiority they like asserting over me.
To pay off the embezzlement debt i owned Master, i needed to go through the shameful procedure of letting everybody i knew in my past life as a boy/man that I had already been castrated and was working as a castrated shemale escort in southern Thailand.
Aside from my young students...who formed 60 per cent of my clientèle....my schoolmates...now all working adults doing different jobs...some are white-collar office workers while others with poor exam grades are just labourers doing hard, manual work....represent a substantial 20 per cent of my clients.
Actually my overall exam grades (except for those of maths, physics and chemistry which I usually barely passed) were always better than theirs, and all of them had expected me to reach the topmost echelon of society as either a manager or at least a school teacher. The fact that I ended up being a castrated ladyboy escort gave all of them a pleasant surprise, and they delighted in having me booked, not just to have me fucked in my asshole, but also to assert their superiority over me, that once proud top, prizewinning boy student at school, me having won so many school prizes.
These schoolmates of mine...in their mid-20's or late 20's...ALL loved to bathed my small, castrated penis saying that 'it was cute', and their male hands were so very coarse, so when they squeezed and stroked my soft, small but hypersensitive penis, I felt soooooo itchy all over, as if being tickled at my armpits.
I kept begging them, saying,' Please Sir...don't squeeze my penis too hard....it hurts.' But they INCREASED the force they applied onto my penis, making me sob and beg for mercy, and they then said , 'Good, you are now very girl...come on, going on crying and begging...now stroke your penis and make it smaller !!' Fortunately if I poured icy water...readily placed at my bedside for such demand...onto my penis, it could noticeablt retract a bit into a pitiable lump, and that often saved me from being unnecessarily spanked.
(Me - with my eyes being given 'penis massage' by a schoolmate of mine)
To assert their superiority over me, my schoolmates liked to compare the size of their penis with that of mine. Actually their penis...at just 4-5 inches hard...was NOT really that big, but if compared to my retracted and contracted 2 inches plus penis...which was NEVER allowed to get hard...their penis was indeed by comparison quite impressively.
They liked me to hold my own penis down, and then they used their big penis to give me a 'penis facial', by having it robbed all over my face, using the tip of their cock to sort of peck, like a bird's beak, my eyes, nose, ears and mouth, until they eventually shot their cum loads all over my face --which I was not allowed to wipe off. My face couldn't move an inch away from their rock-hard 'penis land-roller' until it had covered my whole face with sticky, gluing cum, which instantly melts the makeup on my face, creating as it did drippings of cum mixed with my face whitening makeup powder, sliding down like streamers, down my cheeks onto my jaw lines, and then straight down they went, like rainwater from a roof, onto my erect, firm nipples, made hard by the groping hands of my schoolmates.
My schoolmates said that when I was their schoolmate, my smooth, soft white face indeed attracted them, and they would have very much liked to touch my cheeks had it not been there being strict school rules which forbade boys from touching the face of each other.
They said that it was very soothingly comfortable for their penis to have my soft, smooth face pressed against it. 'You like being a girl, right ?' I said,'Yes, Sir.' Then they asked me, 'Do you feel that a person with your lovely face should have a penis ?' I answered, 'No, Sir.'
Then they laughed, pushing their penis even harder against my face, saying, 'Now see how miserable you are, having such a small penis !' I nodded my head, and ...well my mind went blank...I said, 'I don't need a penis...please make my penis smaller, Sir.' Which they definitely obliged by squeezing...compressing... my penis to a very small...mini or micro...size indeed.
In fact those of my schoolmates who were office workers...with brains... were much better than those with poor exam results in making me as miserable as possible. In my attempt to be a top student, I had unintentionally humiliated these more hardworking schoolmates of mine at school With me being always in the No. 1 champion position where academic achievement was concerned, none of them had ever succeeded...over a long period of five years... in winning that much- prized, prestigious title, 'Top Boy of the Year'.
So like my students, they enjoyed humiliating me, but for different reasons. They were often those who were willing to pay as much as USD 300 to have me booked for just one hour, not necessarily to have me penetrated, but to have me tortured, such as having my nipples clamped with clothes clips -- to punish me, as they said, for having such large breasts. While at school, I did notice that several of my schoolmates had actually purposely bumped into me, touching my wrapped up...bound tight...breasts while I was walking along school corridors or hanging out at sitting-out areas..
They told me they felt something very soft there underneath my shirt at my presumably hard male chest, and had long suspected that I might have been a ladyboy and therefore had breasts. Now that I indeed turned out to be a ladyboy, they MUST punish my breasts for having hidden themselves so well for so long in my secondary school years.
Those clothes clips...sometimes at many as three to a breast...one on my nipple, with the other two on the top and at the base of each breast...caused me much pain. I apologized to them...on my knees with my hands holding my ears...for having hidden my breasts from view for so long, and hoped to be forgiven. But as always, on such occasions, I was never ever forgiven, and I could as usual only sob, moan and beg for mercy -- going down on my knees at their feet, with my hands holding for ears to show my sincere apologies.
Since becoming an escort, my breasts become the mainstays of my livelihood, with them being squeezed, stroked and caressed by men innumerable times since I began my MtF transition nearly three years ago. I LIKE my bra to be taken off to expose my breasts and the almost euphoric feeling...so very intoxicating...of being caressed and stroked at my nipples by the big, rough fingers of men...is continuing to turn me on.
Men's hands are so dark, rough and large, and they just neatly have my soft, white breasts covered...and when my breasts are pushed up, and then pressed down, I feel dreamily excited. Before paying for my service, clients like to have my breasts examined first to decide whether my breasts are big and cute enough to turn them on.
I am still very scared of being stripped like this, so I often need one of my escort friends to be at my side....holding down my hands...to keep me steady and calm while this pre-booking inspection of my body is going on. Then when other escorts are being examined at their breasts or pussy for bookings, I also help out by holding down their arms and legs, so they won't impolitely tremble too much to ruin the moods of the clients. You might think that we escorts are shameless, unfeeling sex toys. We are not, and we do feel the shame, humiliation and public disgrace of being stripped for inspection by our clients who may quite often be a 15-year-old student studying at a nearby school.
Although I didn't go through that final cut...having my penis removed...until November 2015, I actually already became a girl as soon as I had been castrated in December 2013. Previous to that, I felt like being a boy...and the embarrassment of being penetrated by Master's friends as they lined up to have me fucked was OVERWHELMING GREAT. The above picture taken in October 2013 showed how embarrassed I looked as my butt was being pushed up to be fucked by three of Master's close friends.
I was still having short hair then...I was refusing to grow my hair any longer than what you see in this picture...and I absolutely refused to put on heels, which I considered TOO feminine. Despite being repeatedlhy whipped on my butt for putting on boys shoes, I insisted on doing that, as you can see from the above picture. I closed my legs tightly together so the men wouldn't have a clear view of my small cock, which made me feel so ashamed because of its small size. The men kept saying, 'Nice smooth white skin...pretty little cock...pretty boy.'
My face was flushed red when the men were taking off my boys shoes and socks to put my feet in heels, while having my toe nails painted in bright red at the same time. I kept begging them not to force me to put on heels and having my toe nails painted red....that looked toooooo awkward. But they kept on doing that !! The helplessness and passivity of undergoing forced feminization is frustrating.
There is in my view a major difference between crossdressing and MtF transition. In crossdressing, I was taking the active, voluntary role, in that I was in a way a HUNTER, looking for games...men...to have sex with. I could choose if I liked to turn off a man if I found him unpleasant, and I was free to get dressed in sandals, slipper or heels -- and for that matter, I could leave my skin unattended...without careful skincare...and simply having my body white-powdered all over to get that fair skin illusion in the darkness of the night. By as an escort, a girl...and a post-op girl at that...I have become passive and totally involuntary in my daily sex activities, and men can turn my body here and there...command me to adopt various compromising postures, however difficult they may be for me...so that they can have easy access to my holes. And if I don't look good, such as not keeping my skin white, soft and smooth enough, I will have to get down on my knees to be punished or humiliated for not being girly enough.
Furthermore, while crossdressing, I found men to be timidly meek, sort of feeling restrained in dealing with me, and wouldn't dare to ask for more unless I voluntarily invited him to do it. For example, if I gave him a blow job, sucking him off at a street corner, I had the freedom of choice to just leave the man after that, and further requests from the man to have anal sex with me could be simply turned down -- I just freely walked off, and that was it. Now that I am a girl and an escort, that cannot ever happen for I am bound by contract to serve men, and if I don't try my best to satisfy men as much as they want, they will either have me spanked right at the bedroom or complain to the club manager who will always take action to have me disciplined, such as having me bound and whipped for my disobedience.
In my view, crossdressers should just remain crossdressing -- don't go over to troublesome MtF transition, which is a 'caged' sort of situation from which there is no escape.
Southern Thailand is visited by thousands of foreign tourists from all over the world, and many of them are looking for sex with castrated ladyboys like me. A ladyboy escort with a small penis like mine is immensely popular, and I was often booked by lots of American tourists. Caucasian and black clients liked me for three things, which were my small penis, my fair skin and my small size which made me look so very much like a child as compared with their much bigger size.
However, I am...still am...very afraid of entertaining black clients because their penis is so very big and strong, at an average of 7 inches soft and 8-9 inches hard. Unlike local clients, foreign clients liked having my small penis sucked, and they felt so very happy when they succeeded in making my penis get just a bit hard, which they called 'Cutie Cutie'.
They NEVER asked me any question about why I changed from boy to girl, as in Thailand there are many people who are like me, being raised to be ladyboys since childhood. It is good that I am not allowed to speak good English while entertaining clients, as the fact that I speak only poor, broken English shows that I am uneducated like most other escorts, and indeed my past as a university graduate is a HINDRANCE rather than help in my business as an escort.
I don't like having sex with black clients as their penis is too big for my asshole...and now for my pussy as well. I can take in no more than one-third of their penis at any one time, and the fact that they can stay inside me for so very long, nearly half an hour at any one time, causes me to struggle and writhe from pain.
Although my students like having me spanked and humiliated, their penis is significantly much smaller, and I can take it in my mouth and my asshole...now also my pussy...much more easily. If a black cock is inside my mouth, I often feel choked, sort of being suffocated in minutes, and I cough uncontrollably. As soon as I stop coughing, my black clients like pushing their penis back into my mouth, so that I cough again and again. Having said that, being fucked by such huge penis really successfully makes me more girl, because each time after having served a client with a big penis, my penis...before it was removed in November 2015...felt so very much retracted, withdrawn and it looked so much more docile in between my legs.
The worst nightmare of my being a castrated shemale escort was the almost involuntary hardening...not erection...of my penis while I was being fucked, either in my mouth or in my asshole. I had developed this hard-to-get-rid-of habit of getting hard while being fucked by men when I was a crossdresser, so that while serving men as a castrated shemale escort, I couldn't stop...just couldn't...my penis from hardening while the penis was inside me either in mouth or in my asshole or in both, as in 3P.
Since I was a submission shemale escort, I had as a rule to be spanked or whipped on my butt if I was found to be disobedient, and the fact that I so often got hard without permission was generally regarded by my clients...particularly my students...as an act of gross disobedience.
To avoid being unnecessarily spanked on my poor butt, I always poured some icy cold water onto my penis before I was fucked by a client, in the hope that in its retracted state...from having had contact with such icy cold water...my penis wouldn't ever get hard in the course of my being fucked by my client. But some clients, particularly my teenage students, purposely put one leg over my penis, and kept rubbing it while they were having me face fucked. So at the end of each face-fucking I received, my poor little penis again seemed to be hardening from its continuous friction with the hairy legs of my clients.
Indeed this little trick of my students...using their hairy legs to rub against my soft, bald penis without hairs....ALWAYS succeeded in making my penis get a bit hard. So after I had been fucked in the this very tricky, mischievous way by the boys, I still needed to go down on my knees....with my mouth holding a rod to await my routine butt whipping....my hands holding my ears to show my apologies...and then I had to lick the feet of the boys to beg for forgiveness for having got hard without permission. I had explained to the boys numerous times that I didn't purposely want to get hard, and if they didn't rub my penis with their hairy legs I wouldn't get hard at all. But they just wouldn't accept that as an explanation, and I was spanked/whipped anyway on my poor butt (sigh).
(Picture Above - Me, with my small castrated penis being sucked like a soft drink straw by my Art teacher, who retired some time ago and made a habit to cross the Malaysia-Thailand border at weekends to have me booked, sucked and then fucked.
The way this Art teacher looks never fails to arouse me, because his head looks like an immensely big, hairy penis which, when sandwiched between my legs, forms a monstrously big 'penis illusion'. It seems that I am having an over-sized penis and that turns me on, making my nipples stand firm and erect when my small penis is in contact with his head.)
When I was a crossdresser hunting for sex with lone men on the street late at night, it was always me who knelt down and sucked the guy's penis. No man/boy had ever tried to suck my penis which, believe it or not, they refused even to touch, not to say having it sucked, which I would have liked - just for the experience of it.
In the period from March 2013 to November 2013...when I was under training to be an escort by working as a streetwalker...I was normally required to give a blow job to men at street corners or public parks (80%) and only about 20% of the men I hooked up with had me fucked in the asshole, but only feebly. No man/boy ever sucked my penis, though some (40%) did touched it because it looked 'so small and cute' , as they often said.
After my castration...with my balls cut off clean...my penis looked very neat without those two bags of unsightly balls dangling loosely like dripping shits beneath it. I had found that my unsightly testicles...with the loose skin bags in which they were encapsulated...were the reasons why men were so much TURNED OFF by my cock. With those two unsightly meat balls having been chopped off, I found that men...almost to a man, as it were...never missed the chance of having my penis sucked -- like some kind of delicious sausage that made their mouths water.
My skin was... unlike most Thai and Malaysian girls...very fair, my penis also looked brightly smooth and white, and it looked really cutely neat and small, like a docile silkworm after it had been castrated. My students kept squeezing, pressing and twisting my poor pee pee while they were having me fucked, calling it a 'pretty baby'.
My teachers liked me to have my penis shaved clean, so they could slide their hands over it...glided over it up and down with their fingers...and I saw their mouths begin watering after having stroked my penis for a while. Despite my castration, the skillful, experienced hands of a mature, middle-aged men...like my teachers...often succeeded in driving that comforting hardening process into my penis. Outwardly my penis still remained obediently soft and docile-looking, but I could feel the rush of blood inside my penis, causing me to have that itchy, sexciting hardening feeling all over my penis.
But only one or two mature clients succeeded in making my penis turned visually hard, not necessarily erect...which I never could...but it did become erect...with support from my fingers...and it did make me feel good. I knew that as a shemale escort, I shouldn't get hard without permission, so I often asked, 'Please Sir, I am feeling hard...will you allow me to get hard without having me whipped afterwards ?' If I asked the client politely, I was usually granted permission to get hard -- without being spanked.
Picture Above : Soon after my castration, I sent out emails to invite my students to have me booked, and I told them direct that if they came as the first two dozen batches of my clients, they would receive a 70 per cent discount of the normal service charge for a castrated shemale escort, which could be anywhere between USD 100 and USD 200 in my part of the world, the prices varying with the age, quality and looks of the shemale escorts.
I bad been under strict feminization training since March 2013, and with careful skincare and hormone medication, I looked rather pretty...not too pretty but presentable anyway...and so my market market per hour should be about USD 150, and as my past students would also enjoy special discount prices, I was offering myself to be humiliated, spanked and then fucked for as little as USD 100 only. Hundreds of my students came, and I waited, sat or just lay in bed 24/7 to be literally RAPED by the boys, who spare no mercy in brutally penetrating my asshole...squeezing my breasts....and asking me to suck their penis.
It was a most humbling and humiliating experience for me, as the boys were in the fully dignity of being completely clothed, while I, as an escort, was not allowed to ;put on anything -- just lying there stark naked to be humiliated and fucked by the boys who kept saying, 'Smooth skin, Teacher....nice soft tits, Teacher...oh, your skin is so white.' I was shamefaced and very embarrassed, but the night club manager didn't allow to take any rest, so during the first two months of my 'Big Sale' after my castration, I lost nearly 15 pounds from sheer fatigue and exhaustion, which however made me look prettier because my body had slimmed down to acquire sexy curves all over.
Picture Above : Me being bathed by one of the naughtiest students of my class -- I used to pay his parents home visit so they could have him whipped in my presence for gross breach of discipline in class and at school. He is however now one of my most frequent clients.
When I still had a penis, he liked having it cleaned, rubbed and then dried, calling it 'a cute baby'. Now that I have a pussy, he likes pushing his fingers inside my pussy...up to three fingers at a time...to, as he says, 'stir my little love hole into a whirlpool of lust.'
His hands are very rough...he likes playing volleyball...and when his hands touch and caress my soft smooth skin, I have a feeling of huge sensation passing all over my body, from head to toe.
Picture Above : Soon after my castration, I became overnight a huge sensation among my former students. They streamed across the Thailand-Malaysia border to have me booked in their HUNDREDS. As I said before, many of them came NOT to sleep with me...or have sex with me for that matter...but just to have a look at the new changes on my body.
They liked asking me to strip naked, and they came in pairs or in groups of three or four each - to, as some students said, avoid the embarrassment of even ASKING me to take off my clothes for them to have a look at my breasts and castrated penis.
NONE of my young students had seen a shemale in real, though they all had seen many porn shemale videos - in fact as a teacher I used to CONFISCATE such porn videos when they were seen passing such indecent material in class for sharing.
I could never have imagined that I eventually became a castrated shemale myself, with me being featured in the porn videos which my students...after payment of a fixed sum of video-making fee to the night club manager... made of me while I was serving them.
Picture Above : Me (the girl with hair bound and parted into ponies) serving a rich Malaysian businessman. Those of my clients who are willing to pay generously...paying me a bit more as tips that is...are the rich businessmen from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Most of them are ethnic Chinese, though Indians also represent a significant minority. Such businessmen like having at least two...sometimes three...of us shemales serving them at any one time, and they like us for our obedience and ultra-femininity which they say biological girls now no longer have.
We help them to take off their clothes, giving them whole body massage before we serve them in ANY way they like.
Mature men from Malaysia do not necessarily like having me spanked...only my young students enjoy that...they like chatting with me about my present life, my life as a man and teacher in the past and having conversation with them is fun, because the night club manager generally allows me to use my fluent English to chat with these more-educated men from Malaysia.
With the boys I am REQUIRED as rule to speak broken, ungrammatical English to amuse those boys to give them the male pride and superiority they like asserting over me.
Picture Above : From Day 1 of my slave training...which began in March 2013...Master decided that i must be trained to be a submission escort -- with or without a penis. Submission escorts are needed across southeast Asia because few girls are ready and willing to be routinely humiliated, spanked and subjected to various discipline and bondage devices.
A slave escort contract with any night club is a bit different from an ordinary escort contract because it is more or less like a sale-and-purchase agreement under which I am prepared to sell my body in exchange for a large lump sum paid immediately to me before I put my signature to the contract. The club manager-in-charge would then have complete and exclusive control over my conduct, behaviour and daily activities.
In my case, Master negotiated my first slave escort contract in January 2013, soon after He had cut off my balls. i had again renewed my slave contract for another two years in March 2016, when my own slave contract with Master expired. i could have left this rather shameful job then but as always, although i now have a female passport from the Republic of Paraguay, i am again deeply in debt to Master who had paid for my sex reassignment surgery and citizenship acquisition...naturalization...in Paraguay.
Without escort work , I seem not able to earn a single cent from anywhere because I don't have a single academic certificate bearing my female name, 'Jennifer Yvonne'. So out of financial necessity, i begged Master to help me negotiate another slave contract with the night club administration.
It is most important that I work under the legal protection of the night club, where my job designation is of course not 'Escort' but 'Relations Manageress'. That rules out any possibility of my being arrested by the Thailand/Malaysia police for selling sex.
As a slave escort, my uniform is very simple. There are just three things on my naked body as long as I am on duty at the night club. I have a chain collar on my neck, a very flimsy G-string at my bottom, and I am in 3-inch heels. The collar is there to help the clients to easily discipline and control me ; the nylon, perfumed G-string is needed for absorption of fluids of different sorts, my own fluid drips as well as those I somehow get from the cum shots of clients who have sex with me. And then the heels are to make me look a bit taller and sexier, as walking in heels sort of forces wiggle my butt in a way I can't naturally manage to do it myself.
Picture Above : Whereas for a little as USD 10, only one or two men every night were interested in buying sex from me as a streetwalker with a full cock, I became an overnight sensation as soon as news of my castration was spread to the students to whom I sent invitation emails to have me booked.
In my experience, men/boys at whatever age, from 16 to 60, feel ill at ease if I had a full, complete cock with testicles, and they were especially REPULSED by those two sagging, dangling balls at the base of my penis.
The removal of my balls causes those two admittedly unsightly balls of mine to disappear from sight, and what was left was my poor little pee pee which could be retracted and contracted to a bit below two and a half inches if tightly bound...whipped...or simply having icy water poured all over it.
Once thus retracted and contracted, my poor penis looked compact, small and cutely docile, sort of drooping weakly in between my legs, openly showing to men I couldn't possibly get hard, and thus that THREAT of me going on top of my clients was removed. Actually I couldn't get hard even if I had testicles, but that imagined threat was always there.
Aside from my young students...who formed 60 per cent of my clientèle....my schoolmates...now all working adults doing different jobs...some are white-collar office workers while others with poor exam grades are just labourers doing hard, manual work....represent a substantial 20 per cent of my clients.
Actually my overall exam grades (except for those of maths, physics and chemistry which I usually barely passed) were always better than theirs, and all of them had expected me to reach the topmost echelon of society as either a manager or at least a school teacher. The fact that I ended up being a castrated ladyboy escort gave all of them a pleasant surprise, and they delighted in having me booked, not just to have me fucked in my asshole, but also to assert their superiority over me, that once proud top, prizewinning boy student at school, me having won so many school prizes.
These schoolmates of mine...in their mid-20's or late 20's...ALL loved to bathed my small, castrated penis saying that 'it was cute', and their male hands were so very coarse, so when they squeezed and stroked my soft, small but hypersensitive penis, I felt soooooo itchy all over, as if being tickled at my armpits.
I kept begging them, saying,' Please Sir...don't squeeze my penis too hard....it hurts.' But they INCREASED the force they applied onto my penis, making me sob and beg for mercy, and they then said , 'Good, you are now very girl...come on, going on crying and begging...now stroke your penis and make it smaller !!' Fortunately if I poured icy water...readily placed at my bedside for such demand...onto my penis, it could noticeablt retract a bit into a pitiable lump, and that often saved me from being unnecessarily spanked.
(Me - with my eyes being given 'penis massage' by a schoolmate of mine)
To assert their superiority over me, my schoolmates liked to compare the size of their penis with that of mine. Actually their penis...at just 4-5 inches hard...was NOT really that big, but if compared to my retracted and contracted 2 inches plus penis...which was NEVER allowed to get hard...their penis was indeed by comparison quite impressively.
They liked me to hold my own penis down, and then they used their big penis to give me a 'penis facial', by having it robbed all over my face, using the tip of their cock to sort of peck, like a bird's beak, my eyes, nose, ears and mouth, until they eventually shot their cum loads all over my face --which I was not allowed to wipe off. My face couldn't move an inch away from their rock-hard 'penis land-roller' until it had covered my whole face with sticky, gluing cum, which instantly melts the makeup on my face, creating as it did drippings of cum mixed with my face whitening makeup powder, sliding down like streamers, down my cheeks onto my jaw lines, and then straight down they went, like rainwater from a roof, onto my erect, firm nipples, made hard by the groping hands of my schoolmates.
My schoolmates said that when I was their schoolmate, my smooth, soft white face indeed attracted them, and they would have very much liked to touch my cheeks had it not been there being strict school rules which forbade boys from touching the face of each other.
They said that it was very soothingly comfortable for their penis to have my soft, smooth face pressed against it. 'You like being a girl, right ?' I said,'Yes, Sir.' Then they asked me, 'Do you feel that a person with your lovely face should have a penis ?' I answered, 'No, Sir.'
Then they laughed, pushing their penis even harder against my face, saying, 'Now see how miserable you are, having such a small penis !' I nodded my head, and ...well my mind went blank...I said, 'I don't need a penis...please make my penis smaller, Sir.' Which they definitely obliged by squeezing...compressing... my penis to a very small...mini or micro...size indeed.
In fact those of my schoolmates who were office workers...with brains... were much better than those with poor exam results in making me as miserable as possible. In my attempt to be a top student, I had unintentionally humiliated these more hardworking schoolmates of mine at school With me being always in the No. 1 champion position where academic achievement was concerned, none of them had ever succeeded...over a long period of five years... in winning that much- prized, prestigious title, 'Top Boy of the Year'.
So like my students, they enjoyed humiliating me, but for different reasons. They were often those who were willing to pay as much as USD 300 to have me booked for just one hour, not necessarily to have me penetrated, but to have me tortured, such as having my nipples clamped with clothes clips -- to punish me, as they said, for having such large breasts. While at school, I did notice that several of my schoolmates had actually purposely bumped into me, touching my wrapped up...bound tight...breasts while I was walking along school corridors or hanging out at sitting-out areas..
They told me they felt something very soft there underneath my shirt at my presumably hard male chest, and had long suspected that I might have been a ladyboy and therefore had breasts. Now that I indeed turned out to be a ladyboy, they MUST punish my breasts for having hidden themselves so well for so long in my secondary school years.
Those clothes clips...sometimes at many as three to a breast...one on my nipple, with the other two on the top and at the base of each breast...caused me much pain. I apologized to them...on my knees with my hands holding my ears...for having hidden my breasts from view for so long, and hoped to be forgiven. But as always, on such occasions, I was never ever forgiven, and I could as usual only sob, moan and beg for mercy -- going down on my knees at their feet, with my hands holding for ears to show my sincere apologies.
Some schoolmates who I had helped in their school work...mainly in English...remembered me with respect and love, and when they had me booked , they preferred, if within their control, not to hurt me in any way. It was just normal anal sex, cock sucking and a bit of hand job. They preferred to chat with me, asking me about what I had gone through.
They asked me why I had been introduced at the night club as a shemale from a poorly educated, rural background - with just primary school education. I explained that as an escort, I needed to be humble, and most men didn't like to have sex with girls who were too educated. They did ask me to strip to let them see my boobs and castrated penis, and when they asked me to suck them off, it was politely requested, with them apologizing to me for sometimes pushing their penis too hard into my mouth, which made me cough because of gagging. Some even wanted to find me a decent office job, which I had to refuse because I was already bound by contract to work as a submission escort at the night club.
Over the years these kind schoolmates of mine had grown big and strong, while my physical size had remained small because I had been taking female hormone since childhood and had in effect a female puberty, which made me look soft and pretty, but which also unfortunately stunted my body growth, so that I remained small in size, and childlike in my looks. I liked leaning my head against their big, hard body, and then I got that satisfying feeling of inexplicable joy.
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Whereas when I was a male teacher teaching senior secondary school boys, I put on tie, shirt and trousers on a daily basis. My new role in life...first as a castrated shemale...and now as a post-op female escort...necessitates that I have to put on THIS outfit while at work.
At first I found this outfit, having me controlled, chained and collared like a dog, most humiliating. But I gradually got used to it, and AM used to having this on me, as long as my clients don't complain about me -- and then I won't be complained on and then be whipped by the club manager for disobedience.
Because as a student I was bright and a high achiever, my schoolmates, in particular, like to have me fucked in this shamefully embarrassing dog outfit.
While each time I am humiliated and penetrated like a dog, I feel more inferior and more feminine...sort of needing to be obedient to men at all times...most of my schoolmates find that having me fucked on my hands and knees helps a lot in making them feel more masculine, much more 'man', and they say they NEED me to be collared like a dog before they can get hard.
The first few days of my transition from being a crossdresser to a shemale were the most painful ones in my life.
First, my penis, for the very first time, was encapsulated in a cock lock, which served to squeeze my penis into the smallest size and length possible , through having it bound tight in solidly built, but adjustable steel wiring with a lock.
My penis was about three inches plus soft at the time of the signing of my slave contract, but Master felt that it was much too bit for the sort of submission shemale escort i was training to be, and so He had my penis tightened into a lump into an apparently undersized cock lock, which was in my view more suitable for use on a teenage boy of 13 -- than for an adult male like me.
i protested but that earned me disciplining sessions for days on end, each session lasting for 30 minutes with my butt being spanked with a table/tennis bat either with me resting my upper torso on a desktop...my bare butt being raised way up...or direct on the knees of Master. Being spanked on the knees of a man was a new experience for me, for i was often thinking that this sort of over-the-knees spanking was just for girls.
' Please don't spank me on Your knees, Sir,..that's for little girls, not for me...i am an adult, Sir,' i begged Master. But Master said, ' I'm going to make you a little girl...now pull down your trousers and be the little girl you have to train yourself to be.' In the first few days following the signing of the slave contract, i was still in shirt and trousers, like any man, and being spanked like this...on Master's knees, with my soft, drooping penis touching and sort of gliding over the rock-hard, erect penis of Master...was really soooooo very embarrassing - but honestly sexciting.
Late at night at nearly 11.30 pm when i was, as it were, caught red-handed as a thief... having juggled accounting figures to steal money from Master's miscellaneous funds accounts... i was given suspension whipping for my heinous crime.
Master invited six of his close friends...mostly engineers but with two being lawyers...to witness the suspension whipping being administered on me. Neither Master nor His friends had seen in real a corssdresser. They had seen crossdressers online at various porn websites, but those crossdressers looked more male than female.
A crossdresser like me, with soft delicate white skin like a girl's... with small hands and feet...was never seen or touched by all the men who were going to have me whipped. As i was confirmed to be a criminal, and depended on the mercy of Master not to send me to jail, i tried my best to be as obedient as possible, and actually went down on my knees...with tears streaming down my cheeks...to beg Master to show me leniency and mercy.
i admitted to everybody...all the men there...i was a pervert because i liked putting on bra, panties and stockings beneath my male shirt and trousers every day when i went to Master's company to work as an administrative assistant. My frank admission of my perversities set all the men on fire. They sort of tore off my shirt, literally shredding my jacket and trousers into pieces in minutes.
And when the silk stockings beneath my trousers were also shredded off, the men cried, 'Wow...such smooth and white legs...no hairs...how do you keep them ?' When i answered that i shaved my legs regularly and whitened them with cream, the men pinched me on my soft, big thighs, saying, 'Nice thighs...shouldn't have extras like unsightly balls hanging in between them...don't worry, we'll help you to cut off your balls.' i got so frightened that i cried like a baby, but the men all laughed, saying,'Yes, a sissy like you well deserve to be castrated.' i immediately knelt down at their feet...in tears... to beg for mercy, saying,'Please don't cut off my balls...too painful, Sirs.' But i got no reply, just sounds of laughter.
Once my shirt had been unbuttoned and torn...my trousers shredded to pieces, turned into tattered rags...my pretty, cute bra and panties were exposed in full view. The first thing the men wanted to see was my small cock, which i had bound and wrapped into a lump in the morning when i went to work.
Master asked,' Why are you having your cock wrapped up like that ?' i replied that i wanted to make my cock smaller, and having it bound tight would make my penis as soft and as short as possible, so i would enjoy the natural feeling of sitting down to pee like any girl, instead of performing that most unsiginhtly act of standing to pee like a boy. Master then pulled off my bra, leaving my small breasts with their pink nipples fully exposed. 'Since when did you start growing breasts ?' Master asked. i told Him that i started my breast growth through beginning to take female hormones at the age of 13.
Then Master and His six friends had Their hands all over my body, saying that my body was soft and smooth, but that i was too naughty, stealing company money and pretending to be a man, and so i needed to be taught lessons that i would never forget.
So my hands were held up and bound to a rope hanging down from a ceiling fan, and in my half-naked state of having my shirt, trousers torn and shredded, i was told to urinate in that suspended, standing position.
Master and His friends forced me to drink six cups of cold water, which made me pee soon. i was used to peeing like a girl, sitting down or squatting, so that standing to pee act was hard for me to pull off successfully, my penis being short and the hot air made it cover with sweat, which sort of having it glued to my balls, causing the urine i was pissing out stream in a messy, unsightly manner down at the inner sides of my thighs, and sliding down my legs.
And while i was urinating in that embarrassingly messy manner, Master and His friends caressed my body all over, and that sensation...which admittedly i liked...caused my face to flush red, my nipples became hards as red beans, and my knees were turned very weak...almost feeble...so that i would have just fallen down on my knees had i not been held in suspension by that rope from the ceiling.
In tropical regions, practically every man or boy has sun-tanned, dark-looking skin, but because i had stayed indoors all my life, never doing any outdoor exercise...and always staying at home to do housework like any girl..my skin is (still is) very soft and white. One of Master's friends asked,'Why is your skin so smooth and white ?' i told Him that Papa had raised me as a girl and i always stayed at home to do housework, sewing and embroidery, so my skin stayed white and soft like a girl's. Furthermore, i said, Papa would have me whipped if my skin was not white enough.
That...about me being whipped for not having skin fair and smooth enough...turned all the men on. In a frenzy, they removed the waist belt from my shredded trousers, and took turns to have me whipped on my poor butt -- for 30 painful minutes.
That was how it was during the first night of my new life as a shemale slave in the custody of Master.
After signing my slave contract in March 2014, i was given six different types of female hormone pills to take orally every day. In addition, I was given direct female hormone injections at my arm pits and both sides of my belly...as well as at my butt...to boost the female hormone level in my blood.
The effects of taking such a heavy dose of female hormone was that my blood was sort of becoming 'thick' as a result of the counter-secretion of the testosterone from my testicles. So I also needed to take anti-androgen (anti male hormone) pills to suppress the male hormone level in my blood stream, to prevent it from, as the doctors say, getting too 'thick'.
I attended clinical checkup twice a month, at a time prescribed by the doctors. There at the clinic, I lay naked in bed. One doctor would squeeze and stroke my nipples and breasts...to see whether the gradual growth of my needed female breasts was proceeding as scheduled...but more importantly, another doctor squeezed and stroked my penis...like helping me to masturbate...to get me to ejaculate at least a few drops of semen, or cum.
The cum had to be extracted...after an unbearably long. almost hour-long stroking session...my penis was very weak and couldn't easily ejaculate... and then it was examined for its viscosity, or transparency. An ordinal male's cum is thick and very sticky, totally opaque in fact, but after prolonged female hormone therapy, a ladyboy's cum...that is my cum...would turn watery, almost like runny egg, because of the decreasing...diminishing...sperms count in it. If my cum is transparent and watery enough to reflect that the female hormones inside my body were able to suppress the normal secretion of my male hormone testosterone, the doctors would continue to administer the same drugs on me. If the sperms count in my cum remain undiminished...that is, my cum didn't appear watery enough...different drugs would be given to me to achieve the desirable feminiziing effects.
