My introduction into the world of BDSM and Tranves
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My introduction into the world of BDSM and TranvesSo this is totally genuine and started me on my journey to where I am today. When I hit puberty like most other boys. We crave so many different things. Searching out our parents stash of naughty magazines. And let’s all be honest….How many of us have experimented with our mothers lingerie? I am going back to the early 70`s when lingerie was really pretty. And women used to wear it and look really attractive.So through puberty things are scary with the chance of being caught by our parents. But when I hit Sixteen and I began work. Things change so much.I could buy such items like mags and lingerie etc, but the urge seems to take a bit of a back seat as things like drinking and going to rock concerts takes over. I was also doing an apprenticeship so lots of my time was taken with study and exams. So I got to the end of my apprenticeship and now had a full time job with better money and much more time.Being now independent I decided I wanted to move away from home to save me lots of travelling for my job. So I bought the paper to search for somewhere to live.There was no way I could afford a place of my own. So I looked for shared accommodation. I came across an advert that read.Room for rent in large Georgian House. There is one room available. It is rent only with shared expenses for Gas & Electricity.The person renting must be honest and reliable and have an open outlook on life. There are 5 others living here and we have communal Lounge/Kitchen/Utility Area. So you would need to be sociable.There was a box number to apply with an SAE stamped for a reply.So I sent off my application with facts about myself that had been part of the application. And for about a month I didn’t hear anything. ‘So I began looking elsewhere for somewhere. Then I came home from work and there was a letter waiting for me. ‘I went off to my room before Mother put out tea. The letter was to the point. I had to be at the house at a time and date. And I would be interviewed for suitability.So I was as nervous as hell. I found the house. It was absolutely massive. I rang the bell and a lady of about mid 40`s answered the door. I explained who I was and shown to a sort of office/ study. The Lady who answered the door introduced herself as Annette. She offered me a coffee which I accepted and she left to make the coffee.a couple or so minutes she came back and also another Lady called Jenny. So the door was closed and we chatted.We discussed just about everything. And I felt so relaxed talking to them. And I was asked about girlfriends etc.The conversation flowed, so much so I ended up telling them a little about my puberty and love of seeing ladies in lingerie and the experimenting had done in my early teens. ‘I was so relaxed with them that time flew and I had been there for 2 hours. They told me I would get an answer within a week or so.I hadn’t heard anything for well over a week. And I felt really disappointed. Then I got us Saturday morning to find a letter for me on the table. I was the only bahis siteleri one home so I opened it there and then. I had been offered the room. ‘So I went straight round and confirmed I wanted the room….So I moved my stuff in and was soon settled into the room. My Mother was sorry to see me move out, but she was great and helped me loads. And as I was unpacking my clothing that my Mother had folded for me. I came across a few pairs of stockings, along with a suspender belt and a open bottom girdle with suspenders attached and some satin panties. There was a note saying that she had always known I borrowed her things, and now I have a few of my own to wear. I was immediately turned on and stripped off so I could put on my new lingerie.I walked around in just my lingerie and had my biggest hard on….Then there was a knock at my door. It was Annette who asked if I would join them all in the large lounge area to meet everyone living there.So I said 5 mins and put back on my jeans. I slipped on my shoes and went to the lounge. I expected to see a mix of men and women. ‘When in-fact it was just me and a really looking wuss of a man. So there was me and Derek. And there was Gwen who seemed to one in charge and Kath and Donna.But what was more striking was that all the women seemed to be in their 40`s with one being 50-ish. But they were all nice and I was made absolutely welcome with lots of hugs. And if I didn’t know better there were a few gropes mixed in with the hugs…So to bring this closer to what was to come I shall skip a lot of things that happened. So by my mother popping in some lingerie for me. It had totally reawakened my urge to dress in lingerie. And when I popped home to see Mother. She often gave me a parcel with instructions to open it when I got home.There were satin nighties and panties and bra`s. With a note saying that she would wash this if I couldn’t. Anyway moving Ona little…I-had noticed odd things happen. And on one occasion I was sure I heard someone cry out in pain from what seemed a basement. I asked Annette about it and she said it was an old house and we often heard odd noises.And Derek would walk with an odd gate like he was in pain or something. But this particular day I was in the house totally alone, and on the drying horse there was a beautiful basque with stockings and matching panties. It looked amazing. I picked it up, then put it back and then picked it up. I held it to my front and it looked perfect for my size. And I just couldn’t walk away, I took it all with the intention of returning it later after I got a feel of it. So I had it on along with the panties which were G-string. The stockings felt amazing as FFs. I had an amazing hard on. I was walking around my room. Then I heard movement near my door..the next thing I knew my door was opening and in walked Donna. I froze and just didn’t know what to say or do. Donna said to me that she knew I would fail and take the items. So Donna said I was to follow her. I said I should take off the lingerie first. And Donna made it perfectly canlı bahis siteleri clear I was to follow her. We went to a large office where Gwen was sat behind a desk with Annette to her side and Donna taking the other seat.Gwen looked at me and simply said….Why. I struggled to speak without stuttering. And eventually I said I can gather my things and move out if need be.Then Gwen spoke. Her voice was so authoritative and frightening. She told me it’s not that simple. I had gone against the house rules. I had borrowed something without permission. She asked if I agreed. I confirmed I had, so Donna spoke and simply said she owned the items and she should have a say in what happens next. So I had to stand outside the door while they decided. I wanted to run to my room. Gram my stuff and get a taxi to Mums. ‘’Then I was back in the room. I again offered to leave the house. Gwen then snapped at me. The decision has been made. Because you had taken someone else’s property you are to be punished. I looked puzzled and was about to speak when Gwen put up her hand dismissing me from speaking. Eventually Gwen said that I am to be caned for breaking the house rules. This would be 24 strokes. And Donna could add another 24 strokes which she will administer with the items being hers. And I am to receive 24 more strokes because it’s not the first time I had borrowed lingerie in the past. I was puzzled as to what Gwen was on about. Then Gwen brought me back to attention, she asked if I accept my punishment. I sneered and said no chance.I was told I would comply, or the film of me taking them would be sent to my family, my work and people I knew. So Gwen asked again, and reluctantly I agreed. The door opened behind me and I didn’t see who came in, but a hood was put over my head and my hands were cuffed in seconds.I was led out of the room via a different door. I was helped down some steps and guided down some type of corridor and into another room. Once in there Someone started to play and tease my cock, In no time at all I was fully erect, more pictures were taken and then I was pushed over some type of bench and then ropes were fastened and my hands were pulled down stretching me over some type of bench with my feet held back. Then I heard talking and movement. I heard something swishing about. And then I heard a swoosh and then a crack. The pain seared through my bottom and hit my brain, I had no option but to yell out in pain. And almost immediately another and another, I had not felt pain like it. I was yelling for it to stop and pulling at my restraints. But it was of no use. So stroke after stroke landed on my bare bottom. Then it stopped and I thought that was that. Then more strokes, this time a different type of pain. This was more a thud than a thin lash. I was yelling for mercy, I promised never to do it again, but still the cane bit into my ass. By now I was pretty much in tears. Then it stopped, And then Gwen whispered through the hood to tell me I had taken 48 strokes. And my last 24 would begin shortly. canlı bahis I pleased with Gwen for mercy, and all I was told was that these 24 strokes would be far more painful than any of the first ones. ‘Then Gwen said…..Begin. Gwen wasn’t wrong when she said these would be much more painful. And I thought my head would explode with the pain. Blow after blow rained down and I was thrashing about trying to get away from that bloody cane. I swore a couple of times and heard Gwen add six more strokes. By this time I was drifting in and out of what I thought was consciousness. And eventually the caning stopped. And Gwen leant in again to my ear to tell me my punishment was complete. And if I wanted to keep the underwear I had on Donna would use a strap and administer 6 strokes. I loved the basque and agreed. The strap landed and I counted down the strokes. Gwen then began to unfasten my hood and removed it from my head. My eyes were blearily and I had to blink a few times to get my vision back….And as I heard the women chatting there was a voice I knew straight away. No it couldn’t……No it really can’t be…Gwen then told me she would introduce me to the lady who had administered the hardest strokes. And as I saw her step into my view…yep it was my Mother. I didn’t know what to say. She told me I was punished for taking her things and making a mess in them. I must have looked totally confused…How did she know I was here and how did she know about any of this? I was released from my shackles after some soothing cream was rubbed onto my bottom. When I stood I was a little unsteady and I was helped to sit down and given some water. Then it was Annette who explained things. I had been set up. The advert in the paper was to make it look authentic. I was the only one to be “interviewed “ and it was because I needed to know my place. And learn taking things that are not mine carries consequences. I was also told that while I am in at my now home, I would have to dress fully as a female, I will have to learn how to apply make up and learn how to be more feminine. Any objections or misdemeanours would mean a much heavier sentence, this would include the Birch, single tail whip, and a much heavier caning.And being what I thought smart…And if I just up and go? Then the pictures of me walking around my room in lingerie, my caning session, and me taking the lingerie would be shared with my friends, my work colleagues and even my family. So I had no choice but comply. I was told I could now leave, and my Mother walked with me back to my room. And as we sat chatting, I just couldn’t believe just how sexy Mother looked in her leather corset. It pulled in her waist and pushed up her boobs. She was already big busted, but this made them enormous. And I think she realised I was hard by the way I was moving about trying to hide it. And Mother came straight out with it. She told me to lay on my back and close my eyes. She then proceeded to masturbate me to completion, and as I shot dollop after dollop mother managed to catch most of it, and she then made me clean her hands of my cum telling me I had better get used to it for my next phase of being a sissy-slut…and I have to say I loved my Mother being like this and punishing me…it’s amazing….sarah..xx
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