Master has many contracts to sign with his friends and He needs me to entertain His guests while He is negotiating with His friends about the details of the contracts.
( Below : i clean and cook for Master as His housemaid when i am not booked for serving men/boys at the night club. When i have finished doing my work, and if Master is around, i will BEG and BED Master to have me fucked to ease the tension building up down in between in legs when i see His very strong, muscular body !!)
So as a BASIC condition for signing any contract with Master, they need to have me fucked, spanked and humiliated for fun so, as they say, they have the needed energy for negotiating with Master. Master invites His friends to watch some videos connected with how i was trained from boy to girl, and at the end of the video broadcasting session, i will be led into the sitting room on a leash with a collar on my neck...with chains on my hands and feet too....and then i will need to crawl to the feet of Master's friends, and BARK like a dog to show my submission.
Master's friends like to squeeze me on my breasts, nipples, butt cheeks and then my little penis clitoris as their preliminary greetings. Most men like me for my soft, white skin and body, but occasionally some men still complain that my arms...the parts of my body most often exposed to the sun when i was still a boy...are still not white and feminine-looking enough.
But anyway, without or without good comments, i MUST be spanked simply for being sissy and for having shamelessly pretended to be a boy for so long -- and teaching as a male teacher at that. The fact that i do not have any muscle...not even a single mass of any sort anywhere...on my soft body is a reason for me to be punished because the men say that i should have cut off my penis long ago, and having made believe myself to be a boy for so very long , THAT was a waste of society's resources on educating me to be a university graduate.
My mistake, they say, was to get myself too educated, though now i am making up for that mistake by speaking poor, broken English and learning to be as stupid, ignorant and dependent as possible. Having received my needed punishment which is usually having my face and breasts pissed on and cummed on, i will be fucked, alway doggy style, because they say that my destiny in life from now on is to be an obedient dog, and anything less than being a good obedient dog will earn me my needed punishment and humiliation that i must always remember that i AM a dog.
When i have no bookings, Master will drive me back to His home, because He thinks that staying at the night club with no clients to serve is bad for me -- there are hooligans working at the night club as security guards and i...being so VERY stupid...may be easily led astray, and may become a bad girl, instead of being the soft, gentle and obedient girl Master wants me to be.
At home, i am not allowed to read or write, but i can speak in the sort of correct, grammatical English I so enjoy using. i am so tired of speaking broken English like an uneducated village girl just to please my clients -- my students, schoolmates, teachers and many others.
i like doing all sorts of traditional women's work, like cooking, cleaning, embroidery, sewing and serving meals. Master likes to keep me busy all the time with different household chores, and i also enjoy putting on the nice-looking maid's uniform that Master tailor-made for me.
Master sometimes likes to invite his close friends to have dinner with Him, and after serving the men dinner, Master will have me collared so i can humbly use just my mouth...like a dog does...to have my own dinner from a dish placed on the floor.
Before my castration in December 2013, Master's friends were most annoyed at my disobedience, because of my refusing even to get down on my knees to be fucked. But now they all praise me for being so soft, gentle and obedient.
They like to order me to use my tongue to lick their feet to BEG them to give me my evening meal. Normally after i have finishing licking their feet...especially their toes....they would put the best food there is on the dining table....beef, pork, mutton plus flavored salads...onto the plate from which i am going to eat with my mouth, with my butt being raised high up and butt cleavage being fully esposed, so the men can see how tight...and neat...my new pussy is.
The men often praise me, saying. 'Nice little mouth for licking....nice little asshole and pussy for fucking.' And i feel so ashamed, embarrassed -- my face can't help getting red...almost to crimson...when i hear those words while eating the delicious foods i so richly deserve because of my having licked...carefully using just the tip of my tongue... the feet and toes of Master and His friends.
As a boy I was secretly admired by a large number of my schoolmates ...and teachers...for having snowy white skin. In the tropics it is easy for people to get dark-skinned...suntanned, in fact...within a matter of hours. But since I was raised at home as a girl, Papa made it a rule that I would be whipped if I got my skin darkened.
Avoiding the U V rays of the tropical sun is....still is...my mission statement. So when I left home to attend school, I carefully whitened my skin with skin-whitening cream first...as foundation cream...and onto that foundation cream was added a sunscreen cream. Thus armed with so much protection against the sun, I was in addition exempted from all physical lessons on the ground of poor health, Papa having provided the school authority a medical certificate certifying my respiratory problems, a certificate which he bought from a friend of his who was a qualified doctor.
At all time, rain or shine, I carried...and used...an umbrella for extra outdoor protection. Not once but many times over, I noticed that many of my schoolmates and some of my teachers peeped at me while I was studying at the classroom during the recess and physical lessons when everybody was playing at the school playground.
Some teachers ...and a few teachers...told me direct that my skin was very white, and so beautiful -- that had I been a girl, I would he ave looked very pretty with my soft, almost creamy skin.
Now that I am working openly as an escort....everybody who ever surfs the internet porn pages...as all my schoolmates and many of my teachers do..know that this 'Jennifer Yvonne Lee' is me. But many of my schoolmates and many of my teachers are MARRIED now, and buying sex from an escort....especially a TS escort like me...is UNTHINKABLE and if caught by their wives, their marriage would be ruined.
So the night club has arranged for me to be (quite often) fucked by clients whose identity I am NOT allowed to know. My eyes are blindfolded and my ears are plugged while I am lying naked in bed to be fucked by some clients. I am not supposed to be able to see the face of my client or even hear their voice on such booking occasions. But as you know, the struggle in bed gets so very intense, and the action is so hot, that my blindfold is sometimes getting loose, and the client can't help making such LOUD comments as 'Yes I know your skin is very white....when I taught you...your skin looked so lovely that I wanted to kiss you on your hands, face and oh, your neck....oh so white so lovely !' Then I know from such comments that my client must be one of my teachers. But I pretend not to be able to see my teachers...nor hear them...because they have paid to have me blindfolded.
(Picture Below : My snowy white skin, carefully kept from sun exposure since the age of 13, is one of my main selling points as an escort. Many of my teachers, schoolmates and students....who are not otherwise really interested in having sex with escorts...choose to have me booked just to see how white my skin is.
They won't like to reveal their identity so they arrange to have me blindfolded at my eyes and plugged at my ears while they are fucking or disciplining me -- with me totally naked so they can see, touch and even pinch me, because as they say, they have never seen a BOY with such white, smooth skin. Which is true since that was what everybody often said so while I was studying at school as a boy.
You see from the picture below that my skin is REALLY very white and stands in sharp contrast to the dark skin of my teacher !)
Since my castration in December 2013, I am becoming a sort of biological wonder for many of the clients of have never seen a nude. live ladyboy in their lives.
The boys from schools on both sides of the Malaysia-Thailand border pay just USD 10 to have me stripped naked, and then they explore my body...especially my breasts and my small, castrated penis (now penis clitoris)...to satisfy their curiosity.
The whole 'ladyboy body inspection' sesson lasts just 15 minutes....with no sex of any sort involved...but that seems to satisfy the desire of many boys to explore my body, and they believe they are getting their money's worth by just caressing, squeezing and probing my holes with their nervous hands.
Although I had undergone full castration...removing both my penis and testicles...most of my clients, particularly those naughty student of mine...insist that I am still a BOY, and as such I must be fucked in my asshole.
They complain repeatedly to Master about the tightness and smallness of my asshole. Master has asked an experienced ladyboy escort...who has had much experience in anal sex...to help me to train my asshole to be more accommodating.
The trick is as simple as ABC but it needs constant, patient repetition and practice to master it. A soft plastic tubing is inserted into the asshole of both of us. The experienced ladyboy escort will help teach me the needed rhythms for holding, pushing, pulling and (using my thighs) squeezing that tubing, until I can manipulate it the way I can with a pen.
This training does help, for I am now receiving fewer complaints (there are still some...the naughty boys are never satisfied) about the inflexibility of my asshole. Thank you Master for helping me to solve this major issue of mine.
i have again made the mistake of writing without permission. Master said, ' I will check if you have kept your skin white, soft and smooth enough. If it is not, I will see what this cane can do your butt !' He held up a soft little cane, waving it at my face. i was so scared... i got down on my knees to beg for forgiveness - i won't do anymore blogging without His permission, i promised.
Fortunately i have obediently stayed housebound, staying away from the sun ...my skin is carefully kept soft and white by having whitening cream applied onto it daily. My punishment was light...i just needed to get down on my knees to suck off Master. Master as usual shot His cum loads
into my mouth, and then urinated into it.
Master's cock has been carefully covered in this picture. i don't think you can see it. You see my body has become fully feminine since Master had my penis completely cut off in November 2014. My nipples almost always stand firm and erect while I am naked and on my knees at any man's feet. When Master's hard body...look at His muscles (!)....touches my soft white skin, my pussy gets wet. Now let me tell you a secret you might never have known.
For a post-op shemale like me, having orgasm is like a man's shooting his cum...there is an inner feeling of release, the sensation of shooting something jammed OUT...the way a man does...not feeling something impacting IN -- as does a biological woman. For a transgirl like me, my feelings of orgasm highs are still typically male. In those days when I still had a cock, my little pee pee got a bit hard while I was being fucked in my asshole, and then as the guy's penis got further and deeper inside me, my penis became soft, but leaked out a bit of cum before the softening took place.
After i had sucked off Master, Master said i needed to receive a bit more punishment. i asked Him why. Master said that my English grammar was poor...when i am referring to myself in relation to Master, Master, as my owner, must be 'He', while i myself...so stupid...must always be 'i'. When Master is not mentioned in any statement, 'i' could if i liked use the normal 'I'.
i was expecting Master to have me spanked, but instead He inserted a size A butt plug into my asshole and asked me to get down on my knees at a corner to do corner time. Master left me to do corner time for nearly two hours and then I heard the footsteps of another person coming up to the door. In came a big Indian man who looked almost like an African...his skin was very dark...I guessed he was a Tamil. i suddenly remembered him...in March 2013 he was that lawyer who advised Master on the various ways of having me legally castrated to become a shemale escort.
The Indian lawyer used his rough, hairy hands to caress my body all over, saying, 'Very soft and white...did it hurt to have your little pee pee cut off, dearest ?' I knew he was going to be inside my asshole...it had been loosened to get ready for his nearly 9 inches hard penis...he was inside me a few years ago, as punishment for my refusal to put on heels 24/7. i begged Master...on my knees and sobbing... to spare me the same punishment. Master said 'No...you get what you deserve.'
Master is right...i deserved to be fucked hard and long in my asshole by once again risking suspension at this Google website... the Tamil lawyer was inside me for nearly 45 minutes, with Master penetrating me in my pussy simultaneously. But i felt that i was being turned on as the Tamil lawyer rammed right in...straight and mercilessly...his dark skin and his hard penis...like a big snake...reminded me that my own skin was so very white -- and then at the pussy hole where my small penis once stood i felt some fluid leak out...at first in drops...and then as Master began penetrating me there...the fluid sort of poured out in a torrent - I had had another male-style orgasm !
I must explain why I sometimes really need to write something. My clients...particularly my teenage students...have all watched so many porn videos ...and they all want to treat me as a human toy. 'Turn this way...this side up...down...' Oh...so many different, hard-to-manage postures -- and their hands are always on, at or in my three most sensitive spots....my breasts, especially my nipples, my pussy and my asshole. In the middle of the night, I sometimes get so tense that I have to masturbate to get release. Another alternative is to write something. This last option is more dangerous since if i do something wrong online, Master will sooner or later know and have me punished.
So let's see what will happen to this one single post...further deletion...suspension ?
My Profile
I enjoy being a slave ? That is nonsense. Everybody wants to be free. i have already paid off all the debts I owned Master and He agrees to let me go at any time if I so wish. Although I do have a hometown to go back to, I just can't go back there. I can't return to my stepfather's home because living with him is much worse than being an escort. When I was a teenage boy, he didn't allow me to hit back...or even scold...the boys who often bullied me in my neighbourhood. The only reaction I was allowed when the boys touched me on my butt or slapped me on my face was to get down on my knees, sobbed and asked for forgiveness....that was so unfair.
It was true that as early as at the age of 13, I started crossdressing and sneaked out at night to have sex with men, but I would still have preferred to live my life as a boy. Boys enjoy the sort of freedom girls don't have. .
But after Papa had caught me crossdressing one night when I was 13, he started having sex with me. I continued to go to school as a boy, but at home I was raised as a girl. Boys are encouraged to get hard, but Papa had my cock...especially my penis...wrapped and bound tight to stunt its normal growth. If sometimes I released my cock wrappings to masturbate to cum like any boy, I would be whipped most severely if found. So in the early morning, if sometimes I noticed that my penis inadvertently got hard...like any boy of my age...I would immediately pour icy cold water over it and knelt down at Papa's bedside to wait for him to wake up to apologize to him for having got hard without his permission.
Papa liked me to have breasts so he started giving me female hormone pills. At school I was exempted from physical education lessons on medical grounds because Papa asked a doctor to certify that I had lung problems.
Taking female hormones ...six different types...including the breast enhancing drug called Premarin... all on the same day...cost a lot. And although I have a good honours degree in history and literature, I could not get a permanent job because of my feminine looks and my physical condition. The fact that I have had rather large breasts since the age of 16 effectively bar me from decent employment as a permanent teacher because I couldn't possibly pass the bare-chested x-ray medical exam normally required of male teachers.
I left home to be free of Papa's domination to become...after falsifying medical exam reports... an assistant manager at an import/export firm owned by Master. But my obsession with pretty female clothing, girly make-up and expensive skincare products soon took control over my logical thinking. I was not earning enough to support my ladylike, playgirl lifestyle when I crossdressed to become a girl at night to find...on the street and at night clubs... men to have sex with.
I took the wrong step of embezzling company funds for my private use...was discovered by my manager...Master...and in return for not going to jail, i agreed in December 2013 to to allow Master to have me castrated to work as a shemale escort to repay Master the money i had embezzled from His company.
With further surgeries the remnants of my cock...that poor little 2-inch soft, dangling pee pee of mine...was eventually cut off in November 2014. I normally work in the border areas of Thailand/Malaysia so my former students can have easy access to me when they want to use me for sex.
Back in my hometown, my name is very bad indeed. Nearly every man/boy there has seen me nude either in pictures, video clips or direct in person at the bedroom where I am open to bookings by any boy/man from age 14 to 70. At the beginning of my job as an escort...before my castration... I didn't look pretty at all and I had to go down on my knees to beg my students to have me fucked at any hole they liked...mouth or asshole...for as little as USD 10.
Once I did sneak back to my hometown at midday when there were few people on the street -- just to find out what they thought of me. Oh, somehow they recognized me despite the fact that I had put on a man's hat and was in a men's suit...the men and boys just rushed out of door...calling me by different ugly names, like 'ugly stupid shemale monster'...something like that. So there is no home or hometown for me to return to ...and I can never ever find a job because of my unusual background.
If I am not serving clients as an escort, I still have to be housebound to to housework as a maid, doing traditional women's work like cooking, cleaning and giving massage to my different Masters. Master has rented me out to work for different men as their maid ...in fact female slave... for short periods, and my job designation at the Thailand/Malaysia immigration departments is ' housemaid'. i do have a female identity card/passport from the Republic of Paraguay, which Master helped me to buy and where I had my penis cut off in November 2014.
Aside from having sex with men and doing household duties, I spend much of my time at a bedroom locked from the outside by Master. Before my castration Master used to chain both my legs at the ankle lest I should escape. But since castration, I have developed an inexplicable, unspeakable strong... OBVIOUSLY UNNATURAL... desire to SUBMIT to men, so there is no need to chain me up. But given my rather wild, impetuous nature, I am still locked ...all naked...
In the seclusion of my little bedroom, I used to spend my time on blogging, writing about my experience, but since my Google + profile has been suspended because of the things I wrote about and the pictures I uploaded, Master checked my computer records/online websites regularly to see if I do or say anything wrong. So now I am rarely online.
That briefly is my personal profile. It is in fact no different from the life of many transsexual escorts I am working with at the night club. It is just that since I had a university education, I can write out my experience in English, whereas 99 per cent of my co-workers can't.
i have to remain Master's slave because there is NO way for me to find clients without His help. Going online to do that is impossible because Google won't allow that and suspend all my Google + accounts...Google profile, Google Page and Youtube.
As you can see I don't look too pretty...I have no education as a girl (my university diploma has my old male name on it and is useless to me)...I have no way to find a decent job...I have no home or hometown to return to...I am suspended from all Google accounts...so it is lucky indeed that i, as Master said, still have Him to be always around to make me work as a slave escort.
I don't regret having had MtF transition because the cock I used to have was so small, soft --and useless. Because of my small size and appearance... I am under 5 feet 4 inches at just 108 lbs with lily white soft skin, small hands and feet and narrow shoulders...there is no future for me as a man. But if you are a normal male and do not have my problems, don't try MtF transition. It is very TROUBLESOME.
(Early in the morning at 6 o'clock i would wake up to prepare breakfast for Master. i took the breakfast to Master's bedside and wait for Him to wake up at 7 am. i kneel at Master's bedside to see if Master would need me to give Him a hand or blow job, and Master usually needs me to suck him off in the morning. Afterwards, Master will take me to the bathroom to give me a bath. i have not been allowed to take my own bath since I became a slave in March 2013...Master, his friends and my former students (now my clients) bathe me like a little baby girl -- each time before they have sex with me. After Master has bathed me, he will put me across his knees and have me hand spanked for 10 minutes to remind me that i am still in need of girly training. That is also the time when I am whipped/caned/spanked on my butt by Master if He has received client complaints about my misconduct or undesirable behaviour while serving any one of them the night before. Master says that i have a pretty butt...good for spanking and fucking...and I let you have a look at my butt to decide whether my butt looks pretty and girly enough !)
A month after my final surgery in November 2015...the removal of my penis and the construction of a pussy in its place...i slipped the following poem into Master's diary. One day he opened his diary...found my poem...and gave me a big, heartfelt kiss -- the first one ever since I was castrated for disobedience in December 2013 !!
Thank you, my love, for giving me,
The wonderful gift of love,
Which is so wonderful and fair,
And now I know...deep in my heart,
That you will forever be there
And this is me...with my beloved Master, the hero of my heart -- now and forever !
Master, i will always be obedient to you. Thank you for castrating me and i am eternally grateful to you for cutting off my uselessly soft penis. When you put the collar onto my neck, i feel such warmth, such sensation of being protected that even as i am barking on my knees i feel so lucky in having become your obedient puppy...thank you, Master, for making me become what i am now -- obedient, soft, feminine and PRETTY !
Thank you, Master. for taking Your valuable time off to take me to the island of Okinawa, Japan. It was in January 2016...just two months after my sex change surgery...You wanted me to experience what it is like to be gang-banged by white and black men -- yes indeed it was sooooo different and exciting, me being penetrated...along with another escort a bit bigger and taller than me...and those white and black soldiers had such tremendous stamina.
i had never been penetrated like that in my life, and now in my first gangbang experience as a complete girl...with that unsightly penis finally having been chopped off (!!)...i felt the joy...yes ecstasy...of being fucked alternately in my pussy and asshole, and then all my holes were plugged in at the same time by three different American soldiers of three different ethnicities - black, white and hispanic.
hank You, Master, for that most wonderful trip and experience at that forest enclosure out there in the open, at night, with the stars as my blanket, and the HUGE penis of those four American soldiers (Thank You Master You chose four different men of different races to enhance my experience !).
Frankly i felt so frightened...i was just up to the knees of those four soldiers in height...they must be all over 6 feet 5 inches tall (!!)....and i felt like being a child.
Master, i will always be obedient to you -- please do whip me, humiliate me and have me chained at my legs if i am ever found to be not soft, gentle and obedient. Thank You, Master, for this wonderful trip !!
Master, i know that i am already an adult, but as a reborn girl, i am no more than a child...i do need further training to be respectful to men and boys. When i was a male teacher, i used to be punish quite a lot of naughty boys.
i know now, Master, that my teaching methods were all wrong. Boys are boys and men are men -- they are born to be dominant, and as a girl now, i need to be polite, respectful and submissive to them. Master, when i first became Your slave, i was rude to men, particularly much older men (who i thought were 'indecent' in buying sex from escorts) and young teenage boys (who i think should stay at home to study rather than buying sex from me).
i know i am wrong, Master, i am a girl now....my penis has been cut off....and i have big breasts and soft white skin....i have the DUTY to be obedient and respectful to men, and being fucked, humiliated and whipped by men.and boys...whatever their age...is my mission statement and destiny - yes my HONOUR in being a girl with holes made clean and ready at my butt cleavage for male penetration.
Yes, Master, i like being humiliated by men and boys, especially by the boys i once taught when i was a male teacher. i NEED to lose my pride and dignity, because those are in my way of becoming a truly obedient, soft, feminine and dependent girl.
i now like to be controlled and disciplined by the boys...naughty boys i once looked down upon for being lazy...and when i am stripped all naked so the boys can toy with different parts of my part...punish me if i dare to be disobedient...and mercilessly have me whipped if my skin is found to be not soft, smooth and white enough.
Yes Master, You are right, i need to go through more humiliation, such as being punished in my nakedness by young teenage boys who are in the dignity of being fully clothed.
Master, You are so right...the more punishment and humiliation i am receiving from men and boys, the more soft, gentle, submissive and dependent i become. i now sob, cry and beg for mercy when men/boys scold or punish me, but i dare not argue...never talk back...and my body tremble all over when men/boys just shout at me.
But when i sob, Master, You are right there too, men/boys soften, and they cuddle and cajole me like a child -- i now understand why girls are called 'babies' or 'babes' in English, because look at me...my body is soft and smooth all over....i often sob and cry, with tears running down my cheeks...and i am so dependent on men/boys because they all control me. Yes i AM a baby.
Master, You are right, men's cum is the elixir of life. When i had a penis, i was never able to shoot out the sort of thick, sticky cum loads that any boy or man can easily shoot out from their penis. Even before You cut off my balls, the cum i could leak out was just thin, watery --like runny egg --miserably me, having such a useless pee pee !!
Thank You for cutting off my penis, now i can SQUIRT from my new pussy, and men are now treating me like a real girl, as they never did before. i was wrong and disobedient when i scolded my boy students for requiring to eat their cum...i still thought of myself a a man and a teacher...now that my penis is gone, i am so grateful to my boy students for feeding me with that wonderful elixir of life, which is their cum, even if it is fed into my mouth in a very humiliating way, with me being on my hands and and knees -- begging them to feed me with cum. Master, i was a bad boy...a poor-performing castrated shemale...but now i am...and very much want to be a good girl.
Thank You, this is the new BEAUTIFUL Me. Nobody now know that i was once a man and a male teacher. What they see is a gentle, soft and obedient girl, much more feminine and submissive than many girls on the street -- anywhere in the world.
Master, You have made me to become what i am now....a gentle, soft and passably pretty girl...and in YOUR HEART MY LOVE HAS FOUND A HOME. Thaaaaaank You, Master, now and forever, for whatever you did,...have done...and are doing for me.
Most Obediently Yours,
Jennifer Yvonne
furnished and locked from the outside, just in case I might just run off without notice. Cases like this do occur, with escorts simply running off after they have received a lump sum payment soon after contract/s are signed.
I am not allowed to go online or do any reading while on duty, so that masturbation is the only way for me to relieve my tension. Serving men/boys ...many of whom I don't really like...does cause me not just tension, but also frustration, because of the humiliation I must go through as part of my work routines.
Kneeling...on my knees at the feet of my client...is a must -- you just look at the dark, coarse skin at my knee caps to know how often I am on my knees while serving men/boys. I find kneeling down to serve mature men quite okay...they are older than me anyway...but being on my knees to serve teenage clients...mostly my own students...is soooooo shamefully embarrassing, because I am older, more educated and in fact more mature than all those naughty boys.)
This beautiful room is the bedroom i share with another ladyboy at Master's residence. The girl in black-striped skirt is called Reina. She is from the Philippines. She has been sold to Master by her boyfriend to settle a debt her boyfriend owned Master. She still has a cock, but is scheduled to be castrated later this year, 2016, and then like me, she will be sold to a night club to work as a castrated shemale escort.
Because i have already gone through all the stages of MtF transition, Master is arranging for her to share room and bed with me so i can teach her how to be as soft, feminine and obedient as possible. i treat Reina like my younger sister...she is just 19...but unlike me, Reina's penis can get hard easily. I warn her that this getting hard business is not acceptable to the clients here, but she won't believe in me.
Soon after this picture had been taken, Reina was ordered to get down on her knees to be spanked by Master for getting hard without permission. Reina sobbed miserably that night when she was by my side, saying that it was unfair - 'Why should men be praised for having a rock-hard penis, while ladyboys are whipped for just getting hard ?'
I explained to her that we should think of ourselves as being girls, and we really deserved to be punished just for having a penis. After all, why should girls like us have a penis anyway ? Reina and I caress the body of each other to release our tension, because like the room where I work at the night club, this pretty room is also locked from the outside.
We can play with stuffed toys like Hello Kitty, Teddy Bear or Micky Mouse, but we are not allowed to read books. Masters say that girls like us should be as ignorant and stupid as possible, and reading books.,,,acquiring knowledge...is bad for us. We are not lesbians, but to relieve our boredom, we do lick, caress and touch the nipples, tits, those sensitive spots at our butt cleavage and butt cheeks...every part of our body...to release our tension.
Reina is not a university graduate, but speaks good English, so I enjoy having long hours of sweet, heart-warming girl chats with her in those lonely hours when we have no bookings and have nothing to do. Reina says that I am very girl because my skin is so white, smooth and soft, and I assure her that her skin will soon be like mine after she has been castrated. Reina says that she hopes to be castrated as soon as possible, so she can be more girl, like me.
(Me - Being penetrated by Reina. Unlike me, Reina can get hard easily. Her penis is 3 inches soft, 4 inches hard, but is still fully functional if stroked hard by me. As she will be castrated soon, I ask her to use her penis more often - on me.)
i am not allowed to take my own bath. As a rule, i must ask either Master or one of my clients to help bathe me. It has been like this since March 2013. Sometimes when Master is away at work, and no client has booked me throughout the day, i feel so desperate because it is so hot here in the tropics and i am sweating all over -- i really need to have a bath.
Fortunately, as a housemaid, i am also required to look after a primary school boy, aged just 10, who is the son of one of Master's friends. He lives at Master's residence, and He knows my condition, that is me being a slave and not being allowed to take my own bath. Master asks me to cook meals for Him and helps Him with His English.
This is the only occasion when i am allowed to do my old job, which is teaching. The boy likes me to expose my breasts and pussy while i am teaching Him. And then after teaching Him English, i will get down on my knees to beg Him to bathe me, which He always agrees to do because He says that i am a very special person -- having been a man (He often twisted and pressed my poor penis whilst i still had it), and now i am a woman with a sticky hole at the place where my penis used to stand.
The boy has never fucked me, because His father, Master's friend, wouldn't allow Him to do that, but after He has bathed me, He often asks me to lie flat on a sofa, face down, butt raised way up, for Him to hand spank me, and He requires me to say and go on repeating this : ' Little Master Sir, please punish my butt so i can be more girl...my teaching is bad...please spank me for that.'
Actually my teaching is good, because He often scores a Grade A in English after receiving my private tuition for nearly two years, but as a routine...frustrating and shameful indeed since i had been a university-educated teacher in my mid-20's and He is just a 10-year-old primary school kid...i have to kneel down to be spanked by Him for 'bad teaching'.
As a slave escort, I have to be obedient to clients, or I will be punished and/or whipped by any one of the night club managers if complaints are lodged against me. Most mature clients are reasonable and won't cause me much pain, shame or embarrassment while I serve them, but the boys I used to teach are hard to deal with.
I have mentioned that some boys require me to drink their urine, which they pee direct into my mouth. A few naughty boys deliberately humiliate me further by requiring me to use my tongue to lick their asshole AFTER they have gone to the toilet for excretion, so traces of their feces are still sticking to...and splattered at...their asshole -- very foul-smelling and unpleasant. I never knew...when I was a male crossdresser...that I had to do this...as a girl...to make a living.
Again most of these old men have known me since childhood, and were my neighbours. They were aware that when I was a boy at school, I looked too pretty for a boy, and was also too quiet, gentle and obedient for a boy. Sometimes when they visited me at home, they had seen me kneel down to pour tea for them, and I obediently helped them to wash their feet on rainy days when their feet had been made muddy through trekking across country lanes to come to my home.
From them I have often heard that Papa is aware that I have undergone sex change, and would have like to have me fucked as a girl, but he couldn't take the risk of having him gossiped about...fucking his own stepson/stepdaughter...in his neighbourhood. So that nightmare of mine...being booked by Papa and then fucked by him as one of my clients...never materialize, at least up to the time when I am writing this blog post.
But my neighbourhood 'uncles' ...as we call all elderly men in Malaysia...do not have such fears, and they come in their dozens to have me booked after my sex change surgery. They never had me booked when I was a castrated shemale escort, because as they say, that was too immoral, too weird, fucking a boy. Now that I am a girl, they have no such moral burden. The first thing they want to find out about me is my new pussy, to see if it is real.
In the early morning, i need to prepare breakfast for Master, and then, without any clothes on, i need to take the breakfast to His bedtime to wait for Him to wake up, usually at 6.00 am.
i am not allowed to have clothes on at Master's bedside, as He may like to squeeze my breasts or caress my pussy as soon as He wakes up, and if needed be, i need to be fucked by Master for as long as He wants if He somehow feels turned on early in the morning.
While having His breakfast, Master might need to urinate, but He normally doesn't like going all the way to the toilet, so i arrange for Him to urinate in a spittoon at His bedside. Then He has this little male problem...which i understood well as i used to have the same problem myself before cutting off my penis...He needs to spill out a little bit of His urine leftover jammed inside His penis after urination.
It isn't convenient for Him to jerk off these few drops of pee at the toilet, so i normally open my mouth wide for Master to shoot the last remains of His pee into my mouth -- and in my submissive role as a slave, i have to drink up all of Master's urine leftovers.
When i first became Master's slave several years ago , i needed to be whipped before i was willing to drink such urine leftover remains, which i had wrongly and stupidly thought to be 'dirty' or 'unclean'.
Now i am used to it, and i consider my honour to be able to drink Master's urine, because that shows i am still valued...and loved...as a slave girl. Thank you, Master, for being so kind as urinating into my mouth...thank you soooooo much, Sir.
Unless permission is granted specifically by Master, i am no longer allowed to read or write, nor am i allowed to read books outside those fields directly linked to the feminine tasks i am doing, such as learning to do cross-stitching or sewing clothes.
Writing these two blogs which you happen to be reading are the ONLY writing activities i am permitted to do, because in many different ways, what i write in these two blogs of mine help me to keep my clients, especially my boy students, coming back to have me booked. Other than blogging, i am not allowed to read newspapers or even women's magazines, because Master says that even in women's magazines...which i do enjoy reading...there are some very wrong feminist ideas which, if acquired by me, will make me very rude and disobedient.
So i am spending all my spare time on sewing, embroidery and fashion design, which are acceptable to Master is typical women's work. The hands you see on the sewing machine...which Master bought for me...are mine -- they are very white, small and delicate, and in my schooldays, I was often bulled by my boy schoolmates for having girl's hands.
Apart from not allowing me to read books or magazines, i need to keep my computer browse history complete for periodic inspection by Master for its correctness.
While i am allowed to go online to access any porn website...so i can learn the essential bedroom skills needed for escorts...i am only allowed to view those animated cartoons that are suitable for children. Aside from these two types of online programmes, the only other activity i am allowed to do online is to write some blog posts about my past life and my present work.
i value my blog-writing freedom, and would have preferred to write something else outside the narrow, strictly defined topical limits of my MtF transition and escort work, but Master won't give me permission for that, because writing something else other than my own experience would somehow help to 'educate' me to know more about the world, which is in conflict with His interest to de-educate me so i can eventually become as stupid and ignorant as possible -- and therefore more obedient, more easily disciplined and controlled by men.
Master notes that what turns men/boys on is making me do something that boosts their male pride. Men are generally very poor in English in my part of the world, and when i was a teacher, i often punished my boy students for speaking poor, ungrammatical English.
Master and the night club manager are already requiring me to always speak in poor, ungrammatical English so as to please my clients, but somehow after purposely saying something like 'Me skin look nice', i become short of 'correct' sentence patterns and words, and will need to speak the sort of near-perfect grammatical English i was used to as a good student and an English teacher. There is much difficulty for me, for lack of sufficient practice and social training, to get sufficiently adjusted to poor, bazaar-style working-class pidgin English.
Therefore, Master is hiring one of my naughtiest and laziest students...a tall 6-footer with dark skin and strong muscles but no brains...to teach me to speak the sort of English that he speaks. There are special mistakes to be made, ludicrous ways to pronounce words, like 'mund' for a simple word like 'man', and having subjects, objects and pronouns arranged and messily lumped together in very wrong ways, such as 'Them boys him smart think' (translated - He thinks those boys are smart). It is immensely difficult for me to speak such English with such absurd so-called 'correctness', but THAT makes my clients...mostly poorly educated working-class men and boys from different races, Chinese, Indian, Thai and Malay... speaking a variety of languages but would need to speak bits of horribly broken English to communicate with me...and the fact that i speak more or less like them makes me ATTRACTIVE to them, and is a MUST in my job.
So in addition to learning how to do all kinds of women's work, i am also learning to speak 'correct English' in my spare time when I have no housework to do and no clients to entertain.
And if i don't pick up a specified number of such pidgin, roadside English sentence patterns per lesson (lasting for 30 minutes three times a week), the 15-year-old 6-footer will have me caned/whipped/spanked butt bare for being, as the boy says, 'too stupid'.
(Me - being caned butt bare by my 15-year-old boy teacher for not speaking 'correct' English, with me begging him to show my leniency by saying,'Ticher, me stopid....lea'n mi English no woll ...nes tyme, hard lea'n...no me punishing, Sir !' As usual, despite my moans and pains, my nipples do embarrassingly get hard and erect, standing upright as it were, while I am being punished butt bare by men/boys.)
One group of my clients who especially LIKE to hear me speak in broken, ungrammatical English are my former teachers.
In Malaysia, most teachers CANNOT speak or write good English, because English is just a second language here, with Malay, Chinese and Tamil being widely spoken. Most teachers can but speak in broken English, and apart from my English teachers, I could easily pick up hundreds of grammatical errors in the English that my teachers used to teach me when I was at school. My English has been standard because Papa is English-speaking and was raised up by a grandma who was educated in Britain.
Although my school grades were good, quite a number of my teachers did not like me, thinking that my English was better than theirs, and that I seemed to be proud of that, which wasn't true.
Anyway, now that my cock...the whole of it, penis and balls...had been cut off, and I am always required to be submissively on my knees... speaking in (shamefully) poor English...my teachers, most of them, are feeling HAPPY over my present situation, believing that the proud boy...me...that they once taught is now completely humbled and well-deservedly being punished for being just too good at English to be their student.
My teachers enjoy having me dressed in schoolgirl uniform, and then fucked me at my asshole -- and because of the pain...they enjoy hearing me beg for mercy in the broken English that I am routinely required to speak as a submission escort.
i sincerely thank Master and His friends for helping me to overcome the shyness and inhibition i felt soon after my castration.
Even after my balls had been cut off...as well-deserved punishment for my persistent disobedience..i was still thinking of myself as a man and an educated university-educated teacher.
To break my stupid psychological barriers...and to remove those immensely huge mental blocks of mine... Master and His friends made me stand naked and then they had me surrounded so their fingers and hands had easy access to my still-very-small breasts (just 34 inches in February 2014, two months after my castration).
They stroked my nipples to make my nipples more sensitive to touch, and they used all the force they could muster to squeeze my small penis -- yes painful indeed but needed to make my penis as limp, soft and weakly docile as possible.
After three months of such training, Master and His friends succeeded in making my nipples stand firm and erect within SECONDS upon touch, and i was finally taught enough lessons through continuing penis squeezing and whipping to make me understand and REALIZE the need NOT to allow my penis...never ever... to get hard under any circumstances.
i am a girl i am a girl and i am a girl, so i must allow my breasts to be stroked, squeezed and touched by men, and i am a girl i am a girl i am a girl i must make my penis as soft, short and small as possible ...i am a girl i am a girl i must be on my knees and hands to be spanked or whipped on my butt if i am disobedient in any way to men.
With glasses on, i still look very much like a teacher... no more a male teacher, but still a respectable-looking female teacher...an educated girl.
But i am a slave girl i am a slave girl and i am a slave girl...i must not wear glasses...i shouldn't be allowed to read and write (except for blogging here for telling my story)...i must be humble...my job is to keep my skin as white, soft and smooth as possible to make men happy.
i am a stupid girl i am a stupid girl and i am a stupid girl...i deserve to be humiliated, whipped and fucked if i ever answer back when scolded...or won't get down on my knees to apologize if found disobedient to men.
i am naughty i am naughty and i am naughty because i shouldn't have pretended to be a man and then taught at school as a MALE teacher. i deserve to have have penis cut off as punishment for my deception.
After my students, schoolmates and boyhood friends had spanked and fucked me, they like shooting heavy cum loads onto my face - as punishment for my daring to have glasses on since i am actually so very stupid. Yes i don't deserve to have the right to wear glasses because i am stupid...i am stupid...i am stupid.
As early as March this year (2016), my slave contract with Master had expired. i had paid off the embezzlement debt i had been owning to Master and in theory i should have been free to go anywhere i like.
But a stage is reached where i seem not to be able to handle any decent job. Master had not allowed me to read ANYTHING since 2013. Yes i am allowed to write posts for my blogs, but my knowledge of the world is getting more and more limited. The fact that i have to speak in broken English to please my clients is doing harm to my fluency in English and although i do can speak acceptable good oral English, i sort of feel shy and embarrassed when speaking good, educated English, because i feel so guilty while doing so -- i am in training to be an ignorant and stupid girl with a poor education, and it just doesn't seem right for me to put up an air of being educated.
i am spending a lot of cosmetics, skincare product and pretty clothes. They all cost lots of money and there is no way i can make the money needed for my daily expenses except by doing escort work.
So i have been borrowing money from Master again, and i have sold myself to be Master's sex slave for another two years. Masters says that i am free to go back being a man any time i like, but as you can see, my breasts are growing ever bigger...to over 39 inches last month...and there is no way for me to turn back being a man again with such large breasts. Yes i could always CUT them off surgically, but i would have preferred to die rather than to have my lovely boobs -- so very cute they are -- cut off. So i remain an escort out of my own free will.
(My breasts now - formerly this bandage was able to flatten my small breasts -- now it appears like this.)
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