Much of the time, there is NO need to have me whipped,spanked or humiliated to enforce my absolute obedience to men. The night club allows clients...after paying a certain amount of fee to Master through the club managers...to force feed me with certain drugs.
I am not allowed to know the names of those pills/drinks/drugs, but it is clear that they are a sort of love potion, a sort of aphrodisiac, and after men have ordered me to take those pills or drinks, my body gets so very titillatingly itchy...particularly at my nipples, pussy and every part of my butt....burningly hot...and in less than 15 minutes I need to get down on my knees to BEG my clients to have me punished, humiliated, spanked and then fucked -- just to ease the TENSION there.
That is why even little boys as young as 10 or 11 can order me to do this and that, and I cannot...dare not...do not feel the need to...resist, because those drugs cause me to have the feeling that I MUST be spanked and fucked to get my needed relief from that mounting pressure literally boiling over in all my blood streams.
These drugs are available at all night clubs for the managers to control us girls, because after all we used to be boys, and that boy part MUST be suppressed at any cost if we are to be as soft, obedient and gentle as any girl should be.
I have often described how my poor little penis was wrapped and bound tight so I couldn't get hard without permission.
Life was VERY hard for me when I had a full, complete penis because men liked and insisted that it must be bound and wrapped up TIGHT to PUNISH me for having a penis although I looked and behaved in such feminine, soft and gentle manners, like a girl.
This was HOW my poor cock was wrapped up for over a decade, nearly 12 years, before I eventually got my much needed relief by having myself castrated.
When I was a teacher, I never ever permitted the boys in my class to leave the classroom on the supposed excuse of using the toilet --to pee. That was not unkind because school rules said that teaches must be responsible for the safety of students in class, and how could I make sure that the boys were safe if they were allowed to leave the classroom - what if they just left the school to play on the street ?
But that made many boys hate me so, because they DID want to use the excuse of going to the toilet to go somewhere to play. Now as an escort, the boys are so very HAPPY over paying extra charges to urinate onto my face and body, with me lying naked there on the floor, receiving the full DELUGE of their urine floods.
They have me booked in groups of three or four each, and they drink plenty of water before making me lie on the floor, face up so I can see how their penis literally shoots at me from all directions. This by itself isn't very hard job, because I just keep lying there, not moving, but it is so humiliating, and with each such booked urination session, my self worth, my pride and my feeling as an individual gets fast eroded -- because it is so very shameful, serving as a human urinal for these naughty boys.
I once just ran off as the urine rainstorm got too heated...literally so, because human urine, freshly discharged, is very warm, almost hot at times...and then the boys got the club manager to have me whipped butt bare in front of them, which was even more shameful. So I now just obediently lie there and accept my humiliation.
Most of my young clients, including my schoolmates and students, like having me walked like a dog at a remote country park early in the morning. During the early morning hours, before 6.30 am, there is hardly a soul to be found at the country park. My young client usually drives me there, and there I need to take off my clothes as required.
Because it is quite cold in the morning, some boys are rather kind and allow me to have my shirt on, though each and every one of my clients requires me to be stark naked from the waist down. You might have thought that my clients like leading me with a leash attached to a collar on my neck. That is the conventional way, but after some time, the boys get tired of it, and they attach a leash...which is a soft rope of some sort....to a plug inserted into my asshole, so I am led around by an asshole leash, which requires me to raise my butt as high up as possible to avoid impolitely getting the plug loose.
The plug is lubricated with plenty of olive oil, so after that unavoidable friction... with me walking like a dog... of the plug against the wall of my anal canal, my asshole soon gets wet and loose. Then the boys will require me to use my tongue to lick their feet and toes to show them that I need to be fucked.
My dog walk will stop as soon as my clients start having me fucked, so I try very, very hard to lick their feet and toes with my tongue, with ever broader stokes that cover even the soles of their feet -- which is indeed quite hygienic...but which is better than doing this kind of dog walk out there in the open...so shameful...so humiliating.
Training me to be an obedient dog continues to be one of the most popular tole-play games among my clients, especially among secondary school students. This picture of me being towed around the room with a leash attached to my collared neck is of continuing appeal to teenage boys aged between 16 and 19, and 'walking Jennifer Teacher dog' is such fun that these boys, especially my own students, that some are willing to sacrifice their lunch to save up enough money for have me booked and trained as a dog for at least once every month.
If it was free for me to choose I would definitely prefer not do this kind of humiliating role-play game. It isn't just getting down on the floor on my hands and knees like a dog does...it isn't that simple...because the boys would like me to use mouth and teeth to pick up certain things from the floor and then I have to crawl back to the feet of the boys to give those things normally very dirty things back to them.
Those dirty things...yes always very dirty....include, among others, slippers, shoes, cup/s containing the boys' urine, certain specified objects like used condoms from a rubbish bin and so on.
I sometimes ask the boys why they ever need to pay money to ask me to do all these things, and won't even care to have sex with me. They say that seeing me, once a proud, strict male teacher with a (fake) mustache, on my hands and knees in sexy lingerie...and doing such degrading jobs as using my mouth to pick up dirty things like sanitary napkins from a rubbish bin...turns them on.
And then once they get turned on, they will immediately go to another room to have another GIRL really fucked long and hard, with the energizing power having been fueled into their penis by the humiliation I go through. In effect, they say that they are a bit GAY and they need to have fun with a BOY first before they can be tuned and fueled enough to fuck a real, biological girl immediately.
They say that it is all my fault that they have become like this, because I should never have pretended to be a BOY and then taught them as a strict male teacher. They say that the fact that they have become a bit gay is ALL my fault, but that can't be true, because from Day 1 of my work as a shemale escort, it is all a fair bargain, with them coming to have me booked WILLINGLY, NOT being forced. So I declare myself NOT guilty.
Some time ago, the club manager sent to me a client who looked no older than 11 years old. His face looked familiar, and I asked him where he was from. He told me that he was studying at the primary school as a Primary 2 pupil at the time when I was teaching at a nearby secondary school.
He was just about my height and size , at 5 feet 3 inches at just 105 lbs or thereabout, but was looking very thin and weak indeed since he was a boy. He said he knew about my MtF transition from my students, and would like to have sex with me to see what it was like. He said he wanted to urinate into mouth, squeeze my nipples and would like to have his ball pen...not his penis...inserted into my pussy and asshole to see, as he said, 'what is inside those holes'.
I got very angry at him, he being so young, and yet so freakish. I told him NOT to come to me again, and he should spend his money on buying reference books so he could have better exam grades.
As for taking off my clothes to allow him to do all those nasty things to me, I gave him an emphatic, big 'NO'. The boy tried to force himself on me, unbuttoning my blouse to see my breasts. I gave him a big slap on his face, telling him to behave himself.
We could chat, I said, but as for having sex, he was much too young for that. And then the boy said nothing, leaving immediately without completing the time slot he had booked.
I thought it was all over, but one afternoon, the night club manager burst into my bedroom...my workplace...and dragged me to the dark cellar where disobedient escorts were usually disciplined. I asked him what things I had done wrong, and the club manager said that when I was sold by Master to the night club to work for another three years, I had promised to be absolutely obedient, and the club had given a huge loan to Master to do His business on the understanding that this absolute obedience of mine would be strictly observed.
Now that I had sent away one of the club's clients...that primary school boy...I must be whipped for my disobedience. I begged on my knees for forgiveness because I felt the boy was much too young. The manager said, young or old, I MUST entertain ALL clients.
Then I was given suspension whipping, the punishment I fear most, because my whole body was whipped, especially my breasts, butt and pussy -- oh so very painful.
The day following that whipping, the same boy came. I was told to get down on my knees to say sorry, and then with my neck collared and me being on my hands and knees, I begged the boy to have me spanked butt bare as punishment for my disobedience. The boy smiled, pulled off my bra and panties almost brutally...tearing off, almost shredding, my panties in the process... and he took off his waist belt to give me four lashes, two each on each of my butt cheeks.
Afterwards, I had to say, as required, in broken English, ' Me skin very white and soft...me holes small nice touch.' That was immensely humiliating because he was so very young, and me so old in comparison, not to say that I was a university graduate with a degree, and he was just a primary school child.
I then guided his hands to touch, squeeze or caress any part of my body he liked. And then that 'ball pen penetration' thing was indeed done, with the ball pen causing me much pain in my asshole. The boy didn't remove the plugged in ball pen immediately, but left it there, at my asshole, as a dog's tail to fit 'the dog you are', he said, and he towed me around the room with a leash attached to the collar on my neck, hand spanking me butt bare to push me to crawl according to ...and in tune with... his dictated rhythms and commands.
And then I was asked to bark like a dog, 'woowoh'...painfully humiliating...but well deservedly needed to make up for the fault I had committed earlier on by having had this boy turned off most impolitely.
The boy asked me why I was born a boy and yet my skin was so soft and white, but then when I was teacher my skin appeared dark. I told him that I had purposely put on some dark-coloured cream to darken my skin so the students wouldn't know that I was a ladyboy.
The boy then forced me to drink the urine he shot into my mouth as 'punishment for my dishonesty'. Before he left, he patted me on my head while I was being required to squat with my hands being raised up to my cheeks...my tongue sticking out...to imitate a doggie posture.
He said, 'Good Teacher, I will let my friends know about you. Don't worry.' Indeed, the worries I now face are overwhelming, with dozens of primary school kids lining up to have me booked every weekend, and on Sunday.
My training to be a girl is tough. Aside from the fact that my cock...penis and testicles altogether...must be cut off, my ears must also be pierced at three piercings per ear.
I must be forced feed female hormones ...six different types...each day, and my skin must be kept lily white and smooth, or I would be whipped really hard by the night club manger.
But all this is still not enough, the night club manager insists that I must be 'de-educated', which means that as an educated person who was formerly a teacher with a good honours degree, I may be too superior to my clients....mostly poorly educated men and boys....and then I may not be appealing or attractive. I find the process of de-education the hardest part of my training, because being required to speak poor, broken ungrammatical English and never say 'no' to any client request.....such as asking me to form a 'human desk' on my hands and knees for them to play chess/P C games on my back...is just toooooo humiliating. So time and again...even after till now....I involuntarily RESIST, though I know that will cause me to be punished.
Whenever it is found that I refuse to give up my old, educated male self, that proud ego, the club manager will give me suspension whipping....oh, so very painful....painful to the nth power, because the whip is often directed at my butt cleavage and my breasts. So in the end I submitted, and a new submissive me --- a quiet, obedient, dependent and timid girl is gradually breaking out from that hard male ego shell that used to give me so much pride and joy as a boy, and as a male teacher.
Becoming a girl means dramatically changing my physical looks and daily behaviour. When I was a boy, I was often taught at school and university that a human being has certain human rights. But Master tells me that i, as His slave, have absolutely no human rights.
If He wants to take off my clothes, i must strip myself naked for Him to see any part of my body, or i will be whipped. If a little boy of just 10 has paid the service fees to my club manager, i must kneel down, spread my legs and allow him to fuck or humiliate me in any way he likes.
I maintain my appeal as an escort by playing my role as a submissive slave to the best of my ability. My penis has been cut off....I have grown large breasts and buttocks....I have white, smooth and almost childlike skin....and I am soft, timid, dependent and obedient. Therefore I am every inch an obedient, good girl. Master says that the best way to make me as obedient as possible is to train me like a dog.
So He and His friends take turns to regularly tow me around with a leash attached to my collar, and i am required to eat direct from a dog bowl placed on the floor, and i eat whatever food Master and His friends put into that bowl....even if sometimes the food is purposely mixed with human excrements or urine...to show my obedience, inferiority and total submission as a girl slave.
Master says that since i was born with a such baby-sized penis....just 2 inches even if stroked hard...i was born to be a slave. i do agree to that...so i willingly crawl around on my hands and knees like a dog...at times Master and His friends invite some little boys, their teenage sons, to sit at my back, using a ruler to spank me on my butt if i crawl too slowly.
And I need the suck the penis of any male person...12--year-old boys or 72-year-old much older men...upfront on my knees like an obedient dog. Yes I really have to learn from the dogs, because their Masters like them so much.
I would also very much like to be well liked, if not loved, by my dearest Master, and so this kind of ego-deflating, humbling dog training is really good for me, though at first sight it looks terribly humiliating for me -- I am after all an adult and a university graduate.
Who would have dreamed a few years ago that a respectable, educated male teacher, me, would end up being castrated... all naked on my hands and knees....collared and chained...and whipped butt bare...by a any boy at primary school age... while I am being taught how to bark like a puppy ?
(Me - Being force fed by one of my students...like a dog ...from a bowl placed on the floor.
It took me nearly THREE years (2013 to the present) to get used to being fed in such humiliating manner, because it was so shameful, as I was a teacher with a university education, while the the person who is pressing my head down was just one of my teenage students, and a poorly educated on at that.
But I am now used to this, and one reason for my continuing appeal to my students is my willingness to do such embarrassing things, which many biologically female escorts would mostly definitely refuse even to consider doing. )
Master's bull dog climbs eagerly up onto my back, with its rock-hard penis pounding aimlessly at me...I have found that dogs easily get hard...with split seconds it seems...at the sight of my naked female body. And if they are not at the right height or angle to penetrate me, they would keeping pushing their hard penis against my legs, where my ankles are.
At the end of the performance, members of the audience...everybody from old men to teenage boys...all crowd around me, patting me here and there...all over...and I need to obediently squat...not moving...to give them the satisfaction of having my soft, white body caressed and fondled all over.
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Most men bring along a video camera...or just a camera...to take as many pictures as they like and I need to spread out my legs, M-style, to let them take pictures of my private parts. Afterwards upon payment of an additional fee (USD 50 per dog walk), they can take turns to make me walk like a dog with them holding a leash attached to my collar.
One of such performances is called 'Humiliation X', meaning humiliation in the extreme. Most my clients are associated with me in some way in my past as a male teacher and student...some now in their 20s and working...some are teenagers still at school...and some were my colleagues and teachers at university and primary/secondary school. In short they all knew me as a proud, hardworking bright boy who did well at school and university, and who was a strict teacher at school. Now that my cock has been cut off and I have become a slave and an escort, they are all curious to know how I have been trained to be so submissive, humble and feminine.
At the beginning of the performance, I am required to put on a male suit...complete with jacket, tie, trousers and shoes...and I appear in front of the audience in the way I used to be....with a textbook in my hands ready to teach my students. I must say that I do look like a dashingly pretty young man while in male clothes -- because of my creamy complexion and soft feminine features. Then I get down on my knees to kowtow to my audience....mostly former students, teachers and colleagues...for being deceitful in hiding...for so long...my real identity as a ladyboy with breasts. I explain to them I was raised at home as a girl ...my penis could seldom get hard...so I had decided for my own good to first undergo castration and then sex change to become a girl. I was dishonest in pretending to be a man, and well deserve all kinds of humiliating punishment.
Master then invites three of the youngest members in the audience to come forward to punish me for my impudence and dishonesty, having deceitfully and willing cheated others by pretending to be a man. Usually boys between 13 and 17 are chosen to have me punished -- that is to add to my humiliation since I am an adult in my 20's and I was after all a teacher who once taught those boys while they were in forms 1 or 2.
Once the show begins, the boys will take off my male clothes, revealing the bra and panties that I wear underneath my shirt and trousers. Then the stage-managed dialogue usually begins with me being asked why I am in bra and panties beneath my male clothing...my answer is that I liked to be in bra and panties even while teaching as a male teacher at school. THAT adds to my crime of being willfully and immorally deceitful.
Then the boys remove my bra and panties...ask me to get down on my hands and feet with my butt raised way up...and then they take up a small rod to have me whipped on my butt for dishonesty. As I am being whipped on my butt, I have to say, 'Please stop whipping me...please fuck me instead...please do fuck me to make me a girl.' This sort of begging...as part of my required stage dialogue...lasts for about 10 minutes, at the end of which the boys will stop having me whipped...oh so very painful this part...my butt hurts...and then while still in the dignity of being fully clothed...with me being completely naked...one boy will fuck me in my face...one in my asshole...and one in my pussy. The audience would be invited to clap hands to serenade this triple fucking session which usually lasts for nearly half an hour.
Although the boys are young, their penis is very hard, and I suffer most in my asshole since the boy chosen to fuck me in my asshole usually has the biggest, longest penis.
Master then explains to the audience that I am so obedient because I am often humiliated in different ways, so that I have already been stripped of all my male pride and dignity. He explains to the audience that my humiliation is an ongoing process, taking different forms and at different times on different occasions as and when needed -- but being fucked in my pussy by a bull dog is a MUST part of my training...occurring at least once every month...so I know what it means to be humble, submissive and obedient as a girl in relation to men/boys.
Eventually Master takes out Harry, our family bull dog. Harry is as tall as my shoulders when on two feet, and looks very threatening, growling all the way as he is being led up to where I am on my hands and knees doggy style. Harry is a well-trained dog...obedient only to Master...and Master would tell him to use his already hardening, erect penis to touch, caress and touch different parts of my body, including...and especially...my nipples, asshole and pussy.
When Harry has stopped doing that, Master will ask me to suck his penis. A dog's penis is huge...8 inches hard...and very hairy, so that I usually cough while sucking his penis. Master asks Harry to lie down on its back...spreading out his legs...so that I can bow my head way down to suck his penis. This sucking ...oh so difficult...so shameful indeed...lasts for 5 minutes, and then Master will put me in collar...the same collar that Harry has on his neck....and the two of us...Harry and I...will be led around and in between the sitting spectators...barking simultaneously ...I need to bark too to show my submission...the men and boys laugh and clap hands...my face turns red...and THAT always turns the audience on....and then Master drags the two of us...Harry and I....back to centre stage.
There I again kneel down doggy style and Harry is commanded by Master to climb over my back. Then I feel a huge object penetrating me...ramming in...and spraying my inside with lots of thick wet cum. Harry stays inside my pussy for nearly 15 minutes...keeps pushing in and out...and I sob and beg for mercy, promising everybody that I won't ever dare to pretend to be a man again....I will be an obedient girl...I deserve to be fucked by Harry as punishment for all the immoral things I did while pretending to be a male teacher... I was a ladyboy with a soft penis...I should respect and serve men ...I shouldn't have disciplined and punished my boy students...I am a bad girl...I well deserve to be humiliated.
The audience will then be invited to clap, and many of them will arrange bookings with Master to have me fucked yet again after I am given a bath...out in the open...by another group of three boys chosen from the audience. The boys will rub, clean and dry my body...my breasts, pussy, butt and asshole...as if I were a baby girl.
Members of the audience...after paying a small fee...can see video footage of how I was castrated in December 2013...how my penis was cut off eventually in November 2014....and many pictures showing the way I looked as a man are also shown on screen.
I keep being on my knees while my former students, colleagues, teachers and friends are watching the documentary on my past life. Then Master gives out marker pens to members of the audience who are interested in writing what they think of my show on my body. Usually nearly everybody writes something.....the usual words are 'human toilet'...'whore'...'shitgirl' or 'pussy cat'....with cartoons showing how I am fucked by the boys and Harry being drawn all over my body, mostly at my back, breasts, pussy, butt...and some drawings and words are made on my face. Some men and boys ask me to open my mouth wide so they can urinate into it...very bitter...their urine...but I have to thank them for using my mouth as a urinal.
( Picture Above : This machine which has my legs locked upward ...to give the man on top of me a good view of the cleavage at my butt...was used by clients on me to observe whether my penis would naughtily get hard without permission.
If it did...which sometimes it really did after I had been spanked...a small cane would be used by the client to give my pee pee 3 or 4 lashes so the pain I felt would cause my penis to soften and retract to become small again.
This device caused me MUCH pain, as clients used it on me just for fun, and not really for checking whether I was getting hard without permission -- as it is designed for.
Now after the removal of my penis, this machine is still being used to prop up my legs, so my client could penetrate both my pussy and asshole with greater ease and depth. But I was spared the pain of being caned at my penis, because it had already been cut off in November 2014.)
( Picture Above - Me : Getting ready for my public performance. To show my obedience, I put on this collar.... with a long metal chain attached -- whenever I am booked for an appointment. Clients like to tow me around on this metal chain leash, with me being required to bark obediently like a chained dog. Having this collar on is an important part of my submission training, as any boy/man...for both fun and pleasure... can just use this collar to pull me around to get me adjusted to the different postures they need for having me fucked, humiliated or whipped .
It is most humiliating for anybody to have a collar on, believe me. Before I was castrated, I stubbornly refused to be collared like this even after I had been severely whipped. But after my balls...testicles...had been cut off in December 2013, the most incredible thing happened. There grew inside me the irresistible desire to SUBMIT to men..or even little teenage boys...and when my clients are (still are) putting this collar onto my neck, there is an unspeakably sense of SATISFACTION and FULFILLMENT.
When I am being towed around like a dog, my heart keeps pounding...my face gets red all over...and when men have me spanked for crawling around too slowly...or not barking loud enough...I feel TURNED ON to the point of having fluid leaked out of my new pussy. Previously when I...before November 2014...still had a penis, my penis seemed to be getting hard...there was always this unmistakabely strong excitement rushing through all my blood streams when I was in collar. Maybe I was born to be a shit slut and well deserve to be humiliated by being trained to be an obedient dog.)
(Picture Above - Me : Serving my three classmates as their sex slave. -- My slave training did not begin when i signed a slave contract with Master in March 2013. It began many years back. Three of my boy classmates discovered that I had breasts one day some years ago when I was a form 4 student. They had me raped at roadside and then threatened to expose my ladyboy identity to the school authority. Papa eventually agreed to let me become the sex slave of those three boys in return for their not reporting him to the police for having sex with his son - me.
The parents of one of the boys had gone abroad to do business and would only return home two or three times each year for short periods of several weeks so that his home was ideal for me to serve the three boys as slave.
It was those three boys who tortured my penis to the irreversible state of being permanently soft and dysfunctional. They purchased online from the U S A a special device called 'cock lock' which had wiring to encapsulate my entire cock....penis and balls..and my cock was kept under lock and key 24/7. Each of the boys held a copy of the key of my cock lock, and my penis was so very much pressed tight within the wiring of the cock lock that I needed to ask one of the boys to get the key to open the lock on my penis so I could stand to pee at the school toilet like any boy. I had to be very obedient to the boys at school, or they wouldn't give me the lock to open my cock lock for urination.
The gang members of my three schoolmates could bully me in any way they wanted, but other boys outside that gang could not. If they did, they would be beaten up by my little Masters and their gang members. My three classmates honoured their word by never ever exposing my ladyboy identity. They put me on heavy dosage of female hormones...with pills and injections...and I was looking more like a girl in boys clothes than a real boy as I was approaching the end of my form 5 year, when we were due for the national School Certificate Examination.
I was strong on English and all Arts subjects while the boys were good at Mathis and Physics. After school we studied together at the home of that boy whose parents were abroad. I gave tuition to the boys in English, literature and history while the boys helped with Maths and the Sciences.
When we had done our school work, the boys began to treat me as their slave, not their classmate. One game they liked...and which was most painful to me...was to tie a small dumb bell to my penis, and then asked me to crawled around the room with that tied dumb bell at my penis as my 'tail'. Sometimes, the 'tail'...the dumb bell...on my penis was a bit too heavy, and I crawled around too slowly. That would make the boys angry...they would use their leather waist belt to have me whipped at just the upper parts of my butt, so although that part of my butt had turned red from whipping, it would not be in the way to hurt me or cause me pain when I was at school sitting at my desk.
While I was on my knees sucking their penis in turn, they liked applying clamps to my nipples, making my nipples stand rock hard before they eventually had me penetrated.
Since I was training to be a girl, I was strictly forbidden to get hard. The boys would make sure that the length of my penis would retract to LESS than 2 inches before they had me fucked in my asshole. Initially they used a small cane to have my poor pee pee whipped so the pain inflicted there would most definitely cause my penis to contract and retract.
But I begged them not to do that, and promised I would use more whitening skin scream to make my skin whiter, softer and more smooth to please them -- as long as the cane was NOT used on my penis....'My pee pee is too small to be whipped...whip me on my butt...or even my breasts...please don't punish my little pee pee...sooooo painful !!', I begged them. Eventually the boys relented, and very cold...icy...water was poured onto my penis...or sometimes it was dipped into the water...to make my penis retract and contract to the size my three little Masters wanted.
The boys told me direct that they were 'disabling' or 'neutralizing' my penis so I would never ever hope to grow up to be a man...I must become a girl.)
Getting down on my knees to suck men's cock and then eating their cum is an essential part of my submission training. I started sucking Papa's cock at the age of 13 and I continued having cock sucking experience with different men ...in public...on the street...as a crossdresser. Towards the end of my secondary school years, three of my schoolmates made me become their sex slave so I had been reasonably well trained to suck men's cock from an early age.
But since becoming Master's slave...later a castrated shemale escort...and now a post-op ladyboy escort...I find my cock sucking WORK very difficult to manage.
First, clients don't necessarily withdraw their penis from my mouth even though I have had enough, and then my mouth becomes deluged with their cum loads which I must keep swallowing down my throat out of obedience and politeness. Second, men's cum ...particularly the cum of young boys...is thick and bitter-tasting, so that forcing too much cum down my throat would have me GAGGED, and I need to cough uncontrollably when the penis is getting too large and aggressive.
If you are a man reading this, you may perhaps like to know that for a girl...at least that is in my case...cocking sucking does not necessarily bring the sort of pleasure that men would have thought that I have.
The initial feeling of having a penis blowing up like a balloon inside my mouth is admittedly good...that humiliated feeling of being on my knees to serve men submissively turns me on...that is good too...but soon the penis gets too hard...the penis of Indian, Caucasian, Malay and Chinese (in that order) varies in length from as small as 4-5 inches hard (for Chinese) to as long as 8/9 inches hard (for Indians and Caucasians)....and this hardening penis causes immense itchiness at the top of my throat, so that I must cough, at times non-stop for nearly two minutes.
As soon as my coughing stops, that very hard penis is pushed hurriedly...almost brutally... inside my mouth again, and it won't let go of my mouth until it starts cumming, and swallowing so much cum...nearly as much as 3/4 of a champagne cup, I guess...is another challenge.
Incidentally, I notice that the cum loads of a strong healthy man/boy...as each one of my clients seems to be...is thick to the point of looking like a spittle ...and it is this thickness...and the smell of fish that the cum has...that jams and gags my throat into that suffocatingly intense, unbroken coughing.
Perhaps you may like to know that before my castration...the removal of my testicles....the few drops of cum I could leak out after masturbation were thin and watery, much more like a runny egg than a solid spittle. That was due to the ever-diminishing sperms count in my semen as I was receiving ever-heavier dosage of female hormones.
(As soon as i had signed a slave contract with Master, i underwent a medically guided and well-coordinated 'cum-milking' programme. Master, his friends...and their teenage sons...took turns to stroke and squeeze my poor penis on a daily basis until i ejaculated. At first i could shoot out quite a bit...up to being able to cause a noticeable stain on the bed sheet...but as I was taking in more female hormones, the amount of cum I could leak out was reduced to just a few drops. The physical appearance of my cum also turned from that normal thick-looking, lump-like spittle to becoming thin like water, not even being close to runny egg in November 2013, just a month before my castration surgery in Bangkok. )
(Picture Above -- Me, being on my knees to greet one of my clients, who used to be my student...as a standard procedure, when I have accepted a booking, I would need to be stark naked....on my hands and knees...to hear what my client has to say about how I will need to serve him -- including what discipline and bondage devices will be used on me, as has been pre-arranged by the night club administration.
I cannot object to such arrangements as my job is that of a submission/slave escort, not an ordinary escort who usually has the freedom to decide for herself whether or not to render certain services which may be deemed unacceptably humiliating.)
You might have thought that it would be easy for a castrated shemale like to me find clients because I looked rather special with my very small penis having no testicles attached. That was not what actually happened for while shemales are not allowed to work openly in northern Malaysia...where I spent my early life as a boy...people like what I used to be...with a castrated penis...are found EVERYWHERE in Thailand, so that it is...still is...very difficult for me to maintain a steadily large number of clients who are interested in me well enough to keep on having me booked.
In mid-2015... when I was planning to have my penis cut off to become more normal as a girl...the night club to which I am (still am) attached as a slave escort arranged for me to be fucked out in the open by clients grouped together ...14 persons to each group... by my own choice and selection. That was an idea from Master since He believed that there was no more hope of dissuading me from having my penis cut off, i might as well wisely make use of my preciously rare penisgirl condition...taking full advantage of it... by being gang-banged to make more money.
Since I was given the freedom of choosing which groups of clients would have me fucked in the open, I decided to invite some of my old schoolmates to come fuck me. I am so afraid of being fucked by my students in public... out in the open country... because they are...and always will be...so poorly disciplined, they making so much noise while I am being fucked that my heart beat can't help beating fast and loud...pounding...when they shout out...and often sing...so loudly while they are pushing their penis into my asshole. I like to be fucked by a comparatively more disciplined and quiet group of clients who would at least show restraint while we are out in the open, in case some nearby people out there trekking may happen to see what is happening, and then report THAT...a girl being fucked in public...to the police.
Therefore I emailed my schoolmates and invited them to be my clients. There were three schoolmates of mine who used to have sex with me while we were at school, and I asked them to co-ordinate and help. That they did...and from that time on...mid-2015...till now, February 2016....my three schoolmates have managed to arrange in each group booking session 14 of my old schoolmates to come over to Thailand from Malaysia to have me booked.
All these schoolmates had known me as a boy, and my good grades at school continue to make them respectful to me in such a way that they won't do certain things too excessively humiliating to me -- such as urinating onto my face or making me kneel down to kiss their toes, the way my students normally do.
All my schoolmates...now in their mid-20's...look quite mature ..some are already married with wives and children...and they are amazed that after all these years, I...that hardworking, soft-spoken boy with fair skin and gentle manners...have remained so young, and have most surprisingly become so soft, feminine and obedient.
When they first came and met me for the very first time after all these years, they tended to pity me for having been castrated, but as I am so submissively feminine, their pity turned almost instantly to male dominance, and every time when I am taken out in a van to a remote spot in the countryside...outside Songkla...to be fucked by my schoolmates, I am the only one there to be totally naked...to show my low status as an escort naturally expected to be without pride and dignity...while, by contrast, the men, my schoolmates, are in the full pride and dignity of being clothed.
The fact that, as a boy, my school results were so good and yet I now end up as a girl and escort... who is not even allowed to speak in proper English without permission.... gives my schoolmates...who were all very poor in exam grades...a tremendous feeling of overwhelming superiority, which in a direct way boosts their manhood, making them feel so very 'man' and then that makes them become hard ...very hard...in having me penetrated.
One schoolmate will take his turn to hold me steady with a chain leash attached to the collar on my neck, while the other schoolmates will line up to take turns to have me fucked. They have the whole day booked and so after some rest and after having had lunch out in the open, they have me fucked again and again...and because they were in fact quite kind to me, my small penis used to get noticeably hard --and erect. I was so afraid of being whipped for getting hard, and I used to kneel down immediately as soon as any one of my schoolmates saw or felt that I was getting hard. Fortunately my schoolmates, remembering those days when I helped them with their poor English, was kind to me and allowed me to go hard unpunished -- for as long as I liked, but anyway I could normally did so at best for less than 3 or 4 minutes.
The more often they have me fucked like this out in the open, in public, the more inferior I feel, and in my utter inferiority ...and docility...as an obedient girl without pride, dignity or education, I paradoxically feel so very feminine, sort of being totally fulfilled, and so very girl.
Now that my penis is gone, I look much more like an ordinary female escort...with nothing special...and despite my best efforts, the number of clients having me booked is still dropping on a daily basis. At times I don't even get a single booking for several days.!!
In recent weeks, Master doesn't seem to bother even to have me spanked, and i feel so lonely and afraid. I am practising how to use special body language... a sort of dance as you can see from the above picture.;.to attract more men to have me booked. I am learning...really very hard... how to wiggle my butt, swinging it from left to right...then from right to left...and then I use my fingers to sort of drum up my breasts, so my nipples will keep erect while I am doing this sort of bedroom dance.
I have performed this bedroom dance in front of my students, and they seem to like it because it is so very sexciting. After I have cut off my penis, some of my clients can't even get hard when they see my new body. Now with me dancing like this in front of them, many men are steadily getting hard again, and some are roused enough to pick up a rod to have me whipped on my butt, the way they used to do it. I hope to succeed in attracting more men to have me booked.
Master says that if i am not trying my best to win back my clients, He may as well sell me to another Master. I love Master...He is so handsome, tall and strong...so very 'man'...i like being disciplined and spanked by Him, because He is the One who has made me so girl. i get down on my knees every morning...for nearly an hour...to beg Master not to sell me to another man. Oh, Master...please don't sell me to another man...i am working very hard to get my students back to have me fucked...i am already mastering the basic techniques, twists and turns of this bedroom dance...just give me some time...i am a good girl...i will be obedient to you, always...please don't sell me to another man...pleassseeeeee !!
(Picture Above : Me - using my finger tip to hold up my hardening penis for inspection by Master, My balls, as you can see, had already been cut off, but my penis was obviously still hardening after I had stroked it for half an hour.)
In Master's view, it is NOT enough that my penis had been made to become smaller and shorter through the removal of my nuts, or testicles, and He told me that the first thing i must be trained to do was NOT to have erection under any condition or circumstances.
Yes indeed my penis did look considerably weaker and smaller...retracted and contracted...after my castration, but if i stroked it hard enough, maybe for half an hour using my finger tips, it could still be seen to be HARDENED, albeit that erection would need the continuing support of my fingers to maintain its firmness and 'standing-in-salute' look.
This sort of erection was developed in me since my early teens when i felt an irresistible hardening process go through the whole length of my penis whenever i was in girls clothes. Being in girls clothes would naturally make my penis hard, and although Master had whipped me on my butt repeatedly for getting hard without permission, my penis simply had to get hard a bit...with or without balls...within 15 minutes i had put on girls clothes and makeup.
As harsh punishment like spanking, whipping and doing corner time on my knees didn't seem to stop this uncontrollable...yes indeed very shameful... hardening process going on inside my penis, Master consulted some other ladyboys to try to understand why my penis could still be FELT or sometimes even SEEN to be getting hard although my balls...my testicles...had already been surgically cut off clean.
Some ladyboys from the Philippines came up with an answer which was that although i had been fucked on a daily basis by both men and boys aged from 13 to 70, i still felt , in an unconscious sort of way, that i was a man, and that hidden inner feeling of being male, of being SUCCESSFUL in my attempt to FOOL others that i was a girl, boosted my male pride in a subtle, twisted sort of way, which in turn fueled that unsightly hardening of my penis.
As an submission escort, my DUTY was to have a consistently soft, weak and docile-looking penis for men to squeeze, twist, turn and most importantly SUCK, and getting hard without permission was absolutely unacceptably impolite and indecent in my new status as a castrated shemale.
Eventually, Master decided to put that hidden male pride of mine to an end by asking a ladyboy from the Philippines to have me fucked in my asshole on a daily basis, for half an hour a day for a period of six weeks.
That ladyboy was more a transvestite than a T-girl, because her breasts were propped up by silicon implants and her female hormone intake was minimal, so that her penis was both big and strong --in fact much bigger and stronger than that of some of my students. But in any case in outward appearance she looked passably like a girl.
Being fucked by a ladyboy with a strong penis made me feel sooooo inferior, because even in my days as a man with a complete cock, I couldn't have such erection, and I had never had any experience of having a girl fucked. I did have one girlfriend in my last days as a man but however hard I tried, I just couldn't manage to have a strong enough erection to penetrate the pussy of my girlfriend. My utter impotence as a male was an important reason why I really did NOT mind living as a girl, because my penis was useless to me anyway.
And then being fucked by this ladyboy from the Philippines made me feel so inadequate, so weak and so helpless. I felt for the first time ever that I had absolutely no hope in holding onto my penis, which was proven by that big-cock ladyboy to be so useless to me.
That feeling of hopelessness, the sense of despair, finally successfully put my naughty penis under control, and after six weeks of 'therapeutic ladyboy fucking', Master found to His relief that my penis remained obediently soft, looking docile and submissively retracted...yes what a relief finally braked... while i was being fucked by men or boys, which was something my very naughty penis had stubbornly...and persistently... refused to do ...outright non-compliance...even after my balls had been cut off in December, 2013.
(Picture Below : Me - Being fucked by a ladyboy from Manila, the Philippines, with a strong, big penis to remove the remnants of my male pride, which caused me many painful hours of whipping/spanking for, as some of my clients said, 'impolitely getting hard without permission '.
Most ladyboys in my part of the world are of Thai, Malay or Philippines nationalities, and 90 per cent of the T-girls here have brownish skin. I am an ethnic Chinese, and from a good family background with a university education, so that I have been living all my life indoors and have had no need to do outdoor work, and so my skin is kept very white and smooth, it not having ever been hurt or darkened by the hot tropical sun.
This ladyboy from the Philippines said that she very much enjoyed having me fucked, because I looked so very girl with my lily white skin. While she was penetrating me...oh so big and POWERFUL...she kept stroking my small penis, saying, 'so cute, so soft and so small.'
THAT made me feel so inferior, because she was herself looking so much a girl, and yet her penis was so strong, in a way I had never ever managed to do since I began taking female hormones at the age of 13. Oh I felt so inferior as she pushed her penis into me -- and then forcibly took it out...in and then out yet again...many times over.
hen Master hired her to cure my 'getting-hard-without-permission' problem, she addressed me as 'Mr' Jennifer, because she said that my penis was just too naughty to qualify me to be a 'Miss'. At the end of that six-week therapeutic fucking treatment, my penis was...what a relief (!!)... softened and weakened to such an extent that she waved me good-bye with a sweet, big smile, yelling out --as she was driving way from Master's residence -- these words : 'Bye, Miss ( an emphatically stressed 'Miss') Jennifer...don't worry...after I have fucked you, you will never get hard again !'
Picture B : From time to time, my students like to complain about ,my 'poor service', which in fact amounts to no more than that I do sometimes refuse to eat their cum or drink their urine, which is soooooo smelly, particularly because some boys do not even care to clean their penis before pushing it like a rotting banana into my mouth to be sucked by me.
It isn't all my fault, but the night club manager will tell Master about it and i will be punished for disobedience by being required to be gang banged by half a dozen...at times up to eight...black men from somewhere - America, Africa or even Papua New Guinea - or a mix of all three groups. I look and feel so small when surrounded by them, and I need to clench my teeth and hold my fists tight to endure the excruciating pain of having so many big cocks entering all my holes from three different black clients -- all at any one time -- and for nearly two hours.
So I often get down on my knees...take out a rod...and ask my students to have me whipped butt bare if they feel that I am disobedient. That is much better than being complained about by them later, and then Master and/or the night club manager will punish me by having me to serve black clients.
Picture Below : If you are a man you won't know that we ladyboys also need to release our tension by getting hard (if we have a penis) or squirt (if our penis has already been cut off). In the period between March 2013 and November 2015, I had been spanked, whipped and scolded numerous times for getting hard without permission.
I tried my best to explain to clients that I didn't purposely get hard to cause an offence -- it was just that I just couldn't control my own penis, which tended to be hardening when I was penetrated like any girl on my hands and knees.
But that was never accepted as an excuse, and I was often whipped on my butt...sometimes even on my poor pee pee...for getting hard without permission More lenient clients...mostly mature men in their 40's...would just pour a cupful of icy cold water onto my penis to make it soft if it was getting hard.
Most men/boys are much more lenient to me now that I have a pussy instead of a penis. If I ask for permission to squirt, that permission is normally granted, though some of my students...the naughty ones who I used to punish in class...will still deny me the permission to squirt, in which case I am still sometimes whipped for squirting without permission -- though that is much less frequent than in those days when still had a penis.
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(Me : Cleaning the floor...picking and scooping up meat and other food scrapes and leftovers from beneath a dining table...at Master's backyard porch. After the complete removal of my penis, the number of my clients is dropping dramatically, and on certain weekdays I may not even get a single booking. That is NOT urgently important as I enjoy the serenity and security of just doing housework peacefully at home -- and because of the horrid experience I went through as a castrated shemale escort, I am now quite tired of serving men.)
In August, 2015, the tension of having to undergo another major surgery to have my penis cut off in a few months' time caused so much restlessness and tension inside me that I sought release by uploading lots of nude pictures onto my Google + profile.
Consequently my Google + profile was...and still is...permanently suspended. Master was very angry at my recklessness, as the termination of my Google + and YouTube accounts directly caused the loss of a large number of my potential clients who might want to view my profile on Google.
Actually up till that moment Master was still undecided whether or not to grant me permission to have my penis cut off, as that surgery would in effect turn me into a real girl, and my appeal as a castrated shemale would be permanently lost. A sharp drop in the size of my clientele was expected.
However some sort of punishment would be needed to strip me of my pride, which was my ability to write and speak good English. Master told me, 'You have a pitiably small penis, and you think that you are a boy....your English is good and you keep writing so much trash on the internet...you think that you are very smart...uh ?...okay, I will do as you wish...I will cut off your penis...but your so-called 'good English' must also go. From now on, you are allowed to speak only in broken, ungrammatical English in public....and I will whip you if you ever dare to speak correct good English again.'
i begged Master on my knees to allow me to speak correct English because speaking in broken English was so shameful to me : i had myself been an English teacher. Master slapped me on my face...left and right....and then right to left...several times, and i was so scared He would pick up a rod to have me whipped, so i promised to try my best to speak poor English to show Master that i was ...and always would be...a slave girl with no pride and dignity.
I was given a most painful suspension whipping for my recklessness, and some of my boy students were invited to witness my suspension whipping...they all agreed that my punishment was well deserved, and they said that they were surprised that despite the small size of my penis, I could be so aggressively reckless in my blogging.
After I had been whipped, I knelt down and was ordered to apologize to everybody for being so reckless in my blogging, and, as required, I apologized in broken English to everybody there at the scene of my whipping, ' Me penis small...me good girl...no me whip too pain !!' One of the boys who I used to punish for writing and speaking very poor English came forth to pat me on my head, saying ,'Remember, if use good English I will whip you.' From that day onward, my freedom to speak good English is denied to me.
(Picture Above : Me - using my finger tip to hold up my hardening penis for inspection by Master, My balls, as you can see, had already been cut off, but my penis was obviously still hardening after I had stroked it for half an hour.)
In Master's view, it is NOT enough that my penis had been made to become smaller and shorter through the removal of my nuts, or testicles, and He told me that the first thing i must be trained to do was NOT to have erection under any condition or circumstances.
Yes indeed my penis did look considerably weaker and smaller...retracted and contracted...after my castration, but if i stroked it hard enough, maybe for half an hour using my finger tips, it could still be seen to be HARDENED, albeit that erection would need the continuing support of my fingers to maintain its firmness and 'standing-in-salute' look.
This sort of erection was developed in me since my early teens when i felt an irresistible hardening process go through the whole length of my penis whenever i was in girls clothes. Being in girls clothes would naturally make my penis hard, and although Master had whipped me on my butt repeatedly for getting hard without permission, my penis simply had to get hard a bit...with or without balls...within 15 minutes i had put on girls clothes and makeup.
As harsh punishment like spanking, whipping and doing corner time on my knees didn't seem to stop this uncontrollable...yes indeed very shameful... hardening process going on inside my penis, Master consulted some other ladyboys to try to understand why my penis could still be FELT or sometimes even SEEN to be getting hard although my balls...my testicles...had already been surgically cut off clean.
Some ladyboys from the Philippines came up with an answer which was that although i had been fucked on a daily basis by both men and boys aged from 13 to 70, i still felt , in an unconscious sort of way, that i was a man, and that hidden inner feeling of being male, of being SUCCESSFUL in my attempt to FOOL others that i was a girl, boosted my male pride in a subtle, twisted sort of way, which in turn fueled that unsightly hardening of my penis.
As an submission escort, my DUTY was to have a consistently soft, weak and docile-looking penis for men to squeeze, twist, turn and most importantly SUCK, and getting hard without permission was absolutely unacceptably impolite and indecent in my new status as a castrated shemale.
Eventually, Master decided to put that hidden male pride of mine to an end by asking a ladyboy from the Philippines to have me fucked in my asshole on a daily basis, for half an hour a day for a period of six weeks.
That ladyboy was more a transvestite than a T-girl, because her breasts were propped up by silicon implants and her female hormone intake was minimal, so that her penis was both big and strong --in fact much bigger and stronger than that of some of my students. But in any case in outward appearance she looked passably like a girl.
Being fucked by a ladyboy with a strong penis made me feel sooooo inferior, because even in my days as a man with a complete cock, I couldn't have such erection, and I had never had any experience of having a girl fucked. I did have one girlfriend in my last days as a man but however hard I tried, I just couldn't manage to have a strong enough erection to penetrate the pussy of my girlfriend. My utter impotence as a male was an important reason why I really did NOT mind living as a girl, because my penis was useless to me anyway.
And then being fucked by this ladyboy from the Philippines made me feel so inadequate, so weak and so helpless. I felt for the first time ever that I had absolutely no hope in holding onto my penis, which was proven by that big-cock ladyboy to be so useless to me.
That feeling of hopelessness, the sense of despair, finally successfully put my naughty penis under control, and after six weeks of 'therapeutic ladyboy fucking', Master found to His relief that my penis remained obediently soft, looking docile and submissively retracted...yes what a relief finally braked... while i was being fucked by men or boys, which was something my very naughty penis had stubbornly...and persistently... refused to do ...outright non-compliance...even after my balls had been cut off in December, 2013.
(Picture Below : Me - Being fucked by a ladyboy from Manila, the Philippines, with a strong, big penis to remove the remnants of my male pride, which caused me many painful hours of whipping/spanking for, as some of my clients said, 'impolitely getting hard without permission '.
Most ladyboys in my part of the world are of Thai, Malay or Philippines nationalities, and 90 per cent of the T-girls here have brownish skin. I am an ethnic Chinese, and from a good family background with a university education, so that I have been living all my life indoors and have had no need to do outdoor work, and so my skin is kept very white and smooth, it not having ever been hurt or darkened by the hot tropical sun.
This ladyboy from the Philippines said that she very much enjoyed having me fucked, because I looked so very girl with my lily white skin. While she was penetrating me...oh so big and POWERFUL...she kept stroking my small penis, saying, 'so cute, so soft and so small.'
THAT made me feel so inferior, because she was herself looking so much a girl, and yet her penis was so strong, in a way I had never ever managed to do since I began taking female hormones at the age of 13. Oh I felt so inferior as she pushed her penis into me -- and then forcibly took it out...in and then out yet again...many times over.
hen Master hired her to cure my 'getting-hard-without-permission' problem, she addressed me as 'Mr' Jennifer, because she said that my penis was just too naughty to qualify me to be a 'Miss'. At the end of that six-week therapeutic fucking treatment, my penis was...what a relief (!!)... softened and weakened to such an extent that she waved me good-bye with a sweet, big smile, yelling out --as she was driving way from Master's residence -- these words : 'Bye, Miss ( an emphatically stressed 'Miss') Jennifer...don't worry...after I have fucked you, you will never get hard again !'
Pictures A and B Below : Despite my castration...and in spite of my sex reassignment surgery...the memory of myself having been a man ....and was once a proud, respected and educated male teacher with a university education...will from time to time come back to my mind to somehow make me disobedient, because there is this hard-to-die gut feeling in my heart that, whether I am male or female, I should have some human rights and should not be treated like dirt by men/boys.
Master is constantly being aware that i am not totally girl at heart, and that is why even at this moment in time, i am still undergoing humiliation training to remind me that i AM a girl, and a slave girl at that.
From time to time, Master and the night club manager will therefore purposely arrange for me to serve some black clients who are mostly American tourists on holiday in southern Thailand/northern Malaysia.
These black clients are not just physically huge...all are over 6 feet...but their cocks are usually 7-to-9 inches hard. Master makes sure that i make up like a teenage girl before i serve black clients, so that these Americans treat me just like a child...they help me to comb, part and brush my hair into cute ponies ...and then they bathe me like a baby. They like having me fucked as a group, and being fucked by their famous Big Black Cock is a real ordeal, so painful that i will never ever be disobedient to Master and night club manager after one training session with just one black client. In fact, being spanked on my butt by my students is much less painful than being punished by having to be fucked by a black client who is simply too BIG for any one of my holes.
Picture A ; Me being bathed by a black client - like a little girl--although with makeup on I look like a teenager, I am now in my mid-20's, and being bathed like a baby is an unforgettably embarrassing experience which I wouldn't like ever to have, particularly because these black clients are so very BIG all over.
Picture B : From time to time, my students like to complain about ,my 'poor service', which in fact amounts to no more than that I do sometimes refuse to eat their cum or drink their urine, which is soooooo smelly, particularly because some boys do not even care to clean their penis before pushing it like a rotting banana into my mouth to be sucked by me.
It isn't all my fault, but the night club manager will tell Master about it and i will be punished for disobedience by being required to be gang banged by half a dozen...at times up to eight...black men from somewhere - America, Africa or even Papua New Guinea - or a mix of all three groups. I look and feel so small when surrounded by them, and I need to clench my teeth and hold my fists tight to endure the excruciating pain of having so many big cocks entering all my holes from three different black clients -- all at any one time -- and for nearly two hours.
So I often get down on my knees...take out a rod...and ask my students to have me whipped butt bare if they feel that I am disobedient. That is much better than being complained about by them later, and then Master and/or the night club manager will punish me by having me to serve black clients.
Picture Below : All the ladyboy escorts at my workplace, the night club...pre-op, castrated or post-op...share one thing in common, which is that we have ALL been sold direct to the club administration for a lump sum ...by either our Masters or our boyfriends...so that we are in different ways slaves that need to be absolutely obedient to our clients...and the club managers...and if we are found to be not submissive enough, we need to be punished in a way to be decided upon the club administration.
One of the punishments I myself fear most is to be DRY FUCKED in my asshole. Normally I am allowed to apply lubricants and/or olive oil to my asshole at least one hour before I am booked to be penetrated there.
But if there are complaints...verified complaints...that I am impolite or disobedient to any one of my clients... I may be punished by having my asshole penetrated by one of the club managers WITHOUT being allowed to lubricate my asshole beforehand. As you can see from my facial expression, this kind of dry fucking is MOST painful, and I would prefer...if given a choice...to be whipped butt bare rather than being dry fucked.
Picture Below : If you are a man you won't know that we ladyboys also need to release our tension by getting hard (if we have a penis) or squirt (if our penis has already been cut off). In the period between March 2013 and November 2015, I had been spanked, whipped and scolded numerous times for getting hard without permission.
I tried my best to explain to clients that I didn't purposely get hard to cause an offence -- it was just that I just couldn't control my own penis, which tended to be hardening when I was penetrated like any girl on my hands and knees.
But that was never accepted as an excuse, and I was often whipped on my butt...sometimes even on my poor pee pee...for getting hard without permission More lenient clients...mostly mature men in their 40's...would just pour a cupful of icy cold water onto my penis to make it soft if it was getting hard.
Most men/boys are much more lenient to me now that I have a pussy instead of a penis. If I ask for permission to squirt, that permission is normally granted, though some of my students...the naughty ones who I used to punish in class...will still deny me the permission to squirt, in which case I am still sometimes whipped for squirting without permission -- though that is much less frequent than in those days when still had a penis.
Pictures Below : As a man, I was educated with a university degree, and I used to be a male teacher of English and History. I was also an Accounts Administrative Officer for some time.
But becoming a girl means that I have irreversibly lost my past and education, because nobody in my part of the world will give me a job at school or office, and a person like me is generally regarded as 'mentally unbalanced'. So I need to be an escort to sustain my livelihood. And I can't find clients without the help of the night club I am now working at.
So the control of the night club administration over me is total, 100 per cent. This is true of ALL the other ladyboy escorts who are also working with me at the night club. If we are disobedient, the most common way is to have us whipped.
For serious offences, such as verbally abusing any one of my clients, I will be given suspension whipping, which is normally done in one of the following two ways, a) and b) In my case, my punishment will be carried out on me by Master, since i am His slave, and He is my guarantor when He sold me to the night club to work as a slave escort.
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Getting down on my knees to serve clients...of whatever age...is (still is) very hard for me, because some of my students are so very young, just barely 12 or 13. I used to give them tuition in English as a part-time tutor at a tutorial centre when they were just primary school students.
So to get my knees soft...to make me obediently kneel down more easily, readily and naturally...the night club managers use rubber tubings...very soft ones with hardened rims and curves...to tickle my nipples and my castrated penis.
Such tickling makes me feel so very itchy, so after just about 15 minutes of deliberate tickling at all my sensitive spots, I become so drained, so very weak indeed at my legs, that it is a great relief for me to kneel down as soon as I begin serving my clients.
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As ladyboy escorts, we cannot CHOOSE which men/boys to have sex with. As long as our clients have booked us and then paid...through our night club managers...the needed service charges. we MUST try our best to please our clients .
If however we are in any way impolite or disobedient to our clients...or are reported to be so by our clients to the club managers for poor services rendered...we will be disciplined accordingly.
The club manager may ...at the request of any client who complained against me...have me whipped/caned on my butt, or in my days as a castrated shemale , I could be mercilessly given penis whipping -- which was so very painful that it was one important reason why I decided to have my whole penis cut off to avoid the horrible punishment.
I have become much more gentle, soft and obedient since my castration, but the possibility of being spanked/whipped for poor services rendered is always there.
Such strict discipline is indeed NEEDED for ALL ladyboy escorts at the night club because the night club managers have learned from experience that since we were all born male, and had in our early lives or childhood been a boy/man, we tend to be much more aggressive...at times even violent...which seldom occurs among biological girls.
Which is TRUE, because even after my castration, I sometimes can't (still can't) control myself from shouting at my students when they treat me too rudely. Occasionally ...even after castration...I use my fist...hold it tight...to hit hard really hard at the belly of a few of my naughtiest students who try, so unreasonably, to force me to drink their very foul-smelling urine, which they shot direct into my mouth. This sort of recurring violence on my part...my admittedly poor behaviour which well deserves punishment...is still with me NOW.
So like some other ladyboys who have somehow caused offence to the clients because of our very-hard-to-get-rid of male impulses to refuse to become totally submissive, we need to be well-deservedly caned butt bare in the presence of those clients who complain about us -- just to make them happy enough to keep us booked in the future.
This in a way does us good because we all want to become as soft, feminine, gentle and obedient as possible. Being spanked/whipped for being too 'boy' is indeed paradoxically much needed -- dispite the excruciating pain it inevitably causes our poor butt/penis/breasts.
Nevertheless, any kind of spanking/whipping/caning causes PAIN, however soft or small the bat/rod/cane used on us, so the club managers arrange for us to INHALE ANESTHETICS before we are given our needed spanking...butt bare...to please our clients.
Before we receive our punishment, we sit together in a circle around a machine which pumps very light, minimal amounts of nerve-soothing gases into our noses and mouths through a facial mask.
After about five minutes of such forced inhalation, we feel a bit dizzy, beginning to see stars...quite numb...but only just... all over, so when our clients take off our clothes to have us whipped butt bare...or even have us caned on our breasts and penis...we don't really feel that much pain, we girls showing no struggle whatever except for begging and moaning on our knees to plead for mercy or leniency.
The pain will come gradually later, about an hour after we have been given our well-deserved whipping/spanking for being impolite to men. So no ladyboy, including myself, has caused any client any embarrassment by making a scene of refusing to obediently get down on our knees to be spanked/whipped.
In my days as a castrated shemale escort, I received plenty of penis whipping from my students, because much of the time I just couldn't myself from scolding those naughty teenage boys who were so excessive in their demands on me, such as requiring me to lick their very smelly, dirty asshole.
This anesthetics-gas-inhaling machine is (still is) most useful to me as a submission escort, because I am bound by contract to receive corporal punishment if I am found to be disobedient to men/boys.
As a submission escort, I need to be at all time humble, submissive and polite. If at any time any client complains about my behaviour, saying that I do not meet their requirements in terms of my total submission, the night club manager will at the discretion of that client gives me the needed punishment to make me more obedient.
In fact since my castration in December 2013, I have lost all my male pride and dignity, and am willing to get down on my knees to be spanked like any girl by my clients so I can be more feminine and obedient. But some clients, especially my students and schoolmates, seem NEVER get satisfied with me, however nice and obedient I am to them.
Much of the time, they say that I am too 'boy' by for example not wiggling my butt as I walk. Then I do sometimes forget to fold my legs while I am sitting. These and many small but important feminine movements and gestures, very natural indeed to a biological girl, have to be gradually LEARNED by me, bit by bit because much of my life, I lived myself as a boy, and then a man, although I never quite made it.
So I am disciplined in various ways, and the fact that sometimes my VOICE is not soft and high-pitched enough may cause me to be punished. In fact my voice didn't break at puberty because I had been taking female hormones since the age of 13. My voice is already high-pitched and femininely soft, albeit sometimes when I get angry my voice gets deep, a habit I picked up from my past as a male teacher when I MUST speak in a feigned, deep male voice to pretend to be more 'man' to intimidate my students to keep them quiet in class.
So my students now complain quite often that I sometimes speak like a man, with a deep voice. Which I can't help because sometimes I just can't control my chagrin and frustration....boiling up involuntarily at times into anger...while I am being spanked and humiliated...by for example being made to crawl and bark like a dog...by my students. But my students won't forgive me for that...they just won't understand how hard it is for a guy to train to be a girl, and an obedient girl at that. So sometimes they use clothes clips to clamp my tongue for impolitely ...without permission...speaking in a MALE voice.
The clothes clips...sometimes up to three are clamped onto my tongue...cause me great pain...I beg for mercy, promising to always speak in a soft, high-pitched femininely melodious voice while having conversation with them.
They require me to caress my own nipples and use my fingers to probe my own pussy while I keep saying, 'I have tits and pussy...I am a girl...I won't dare to speak like a man anymore...please Sir...I will speak softly next time, Sir.' In this humiliating manner they forgive me and remove the clips from my tongue...oh what a relief...in about 10-15 minutes. Escort work is VERY hard and HUMILIATING !!
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