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The next hour or so was a blur.. I removed what was left of my female clothes, placing them all in a bag to be washed. Then I showered and cleaned up the caravan, mopping the piss of the floor and having to open all the windows to expel the stale smell of perfume, fags, sweat and sex…
I felt totally drained and was still in a lot of pain. The welts from the cane were very visible across my buttocks and the tops of my legs.
I sat back down on my sofa and pushed the curtain to one side to look out the window towards the caravan opposite where this all started.
I was trying to make sense of what had just happened to me. I could feel the pain on my bottom and inside where the large plug had strained my hole, and I felt like I had been well and truly used and abused. Despite the emotional and physical drain, deep down there was also an excitement, in a way I had never felt before, but I also felt trapped. Kay would be back,,, she had my fucking car keys, my caravan keys, and she also now knew my real name and where I worked, as well as clearing out all the spare cash I had. I was stuck… almost held prisoner in my own caravan. Would she return tonight ? and more importantly will she bring someone with her ? will she bring a man with her who wants to pimp me out ??? - what the fuck is happening to me… i could not help feeling deep down that i wanted this … should i get ready ? - should I dress and prepare myself… I was still aroused - throughout this ordeal I had not managed to cum…. I wanted to … but i also knew that this whole situation would feel a lot worse with empty balls…..
So I decided to go with it - and after an hour trying to sleep on the sofa, I started the transformation process all over again, and selected my sluttiest dress, killer heels, a new pair of black gloss hold ups and, gave my wig a good brush down and started to prepare myself for the evening…
I poured myself a glass of red, and examined the imprint from my lipstick on the glass … it’s the simple things that make me feel so feminine .. …. I felt much better now, and more relaxed… then….
my phone buzzed -
a text…
I looked and I did not recognise the number..
“Its helen, ring me x).... I pressed the number and the phone answered…
“Hello Helen” i said… “, COLIN. ,, the call was muffled - music and shouting in the background...… “Kay told me to ring you… she wants you to dress and collect us in your car - she insisted you look slutty …” - laughing / music in background,,,,,,“err - Helen,,, i said, I, I have not got my car keys… Kay has them…”... “I know” said helen…. “I told her that, she just said you will have to come and get them.. We are in the Q club on the high street, it’s only 30 minutes from the site.. Sorry … i am just doing as I have been told… you know what she is like … best get your girly ass down here if you know what’s good for you ”....”but….. How will i get in, dressed,,, fucking hell helen, please..” .. she hung up….
SHIT… i thought…. This is fucking un real… I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.. I did not look that bad, i was quite convincing and had been out before,, I knew the Q club, but never been in…. However just thinking about what I had to do,,, i would have to ring a taxi - that’s easy…. But will the taxi driver notice I am a tranny… probably… ok,,, so what.. that’s not the end of the world… then i would have to get to a cash point .. get to the club,,,no doubt join a queue to get in the club, stood dressed.. With pissed blokes calling me names,,,,, get past the bouncers…. Find them…. Get back out, hail a taxi… then do it all over again in my car….
Aghhh – this is turning into a nightmare….
Thankfully I had my long rain coat, (my ex wifes that I managed to keep after she left me when she discovered my hidden past as a cross dresser… that’s another story)
I noticed the card from the taxi firm that Kay and her friends must have used earlier, so I phoned the number on the card and booked a cab, finished of the glass of wine, put my coat on, collected my debit card and put it in my handbag and waited.. Then I realised another problem … i could not lock my caravan door… oh well…. will just have to risk it…..
It was dark, and drizzly, and I climbed in the back of the taxi and asked him to call at the cash point just outside the park on the way into town. He was a young asian guy, looked ok, and I did not start any of the usual taxi conversations, and tried not to meet his eye… i don’t think he had noticed anything strange about me and I kept my coat fastened….. He pulled up at the cash point, i got out, took £200 out, best be prepared I thought… then as i went to get in, he opened the window and shouted “why don’t you sit next to me love”... he said…. I hesitated, but thought ok,, and got in next to him.. “Going anywhere nice”,, he said….. I knew that as soon as I opened my mouth he would be able to tell… should I pull the old fancy dress line.. Or just be honest…
“The Q club to meet some friends” ,,, i said….. He paused,.... And i could see he was looking at my legs as my coat had come apart at the bottom… “you have a very deep voice for a woman” he said… oh fuck i thought .. i did not say anything,,,,“ .. “Any chance you can show me more of those legs” he said…. And that was me gone… the slightest compliment and I just go into total slut mode”... I opened my jacket and spread it so he could see my legs as he drove.. “Nice legs for a tranny”, he said… jesus, i thought, am i that obvious…. I just replied “ thanks., ……
Would you have said that to me if i was a woman”,,, i said… “very sexist”.... “But you’re not are you, you’re a tranny, and dressed like that must mean you’re looking for some cock”.. What the fuck…I thought… I laughed,, “cheeky twat” i said… and as i did this he pulled over and stopped suddenly in a layby by the side of the road. We were in the middle of nowhere about 5 miles from the town. “Ok”, he said, “GET the fuck OUT,” he yelled , and he reached over past me to open my door… “ahhh… come on, please ”, i said, “ this is not fair, I have money .. i will ring your company and complain”..., “ go ahead, fucking ring them”,,,he said, then i hesitated,, “come on, please… look it’s been a bad day, i can give you a good tip..”,,,, “give me the tip now then… £20 will do”.. I took out my purse and gave him a £20… Then he paused,,,, “and the fare for the journey which will be another £20…” “but we are not there yet”, I said.. “And you may just still try and kick me out”... OK he said,,, “your choice,,and he moved over again to open the door”... “ok here“ I said, handing him the £20…. he took the money and just sat smiling …. “Maybe there is something else you can do”.. He said.. ,,, and he started to unzip his flies as he spoke, lifting his ass up, and pulling out a dirty fat brown cock… “all trannies love cock, so get to it,,,,, think of it as a present from me to you” he said laughing…. “good will and all that”.. he said,… “cum on girly.. cock time…. You know you want to,,, come on slut, get sucking”………and that’s what i did, i bent over, pushed my hair aside and opened my mouth and started to suck on his dirty fat brown cock. It was awkward in the car, and he sat for a while as I sucked him…. Then he pulled my head up, and he got out the car with his dick waving about , and walked round to the passenger side.. “Get out”, he said opening the door, , “you can blow me out here, i prefer sluts on their knees”, … Ok, I thought, I got out, knelt down in front of him, and he pulled my head onto his cock, and i got to work sucking him again. His cock was long, fat and sweaty. “Kay said you would be good”, he said…. And i thought fuck this i have been set up… “I gave kay a lift earlier and she said that she had a friend staying in her van and she may want a lift later,,, …. She also said that you are a dirty tranny slut and will probably try and blow me to skip the fare….,, but i don’t give a fuck,,, £40 and a blow job,,,good nights work for me..” he laughed as he went on talking as he deep throated me, whilst i held on to his legs … it did not take him long to cum, and he deposited a huge amount of cum down my throat… “clean it up slut” he shouted, slapping his cock against my face, drips of cum splashing over me…
He got back into his car, and as I went to get in, he locked the door. “let me in please”, I said, banging against the window. I panicked, my bag was in his car… “please”… he wound down the window, laughing.. “BEG”, He said smiling… “please , I beg you, let me in”….
Thankfully he let me get back in the taxi and took me to the club. He was very chatty for the rest of the journey, asking me how long i had dressed, and that I actually looked quiet convincing and he would not have noticed if it was not for the fact that Kay had told him.. “Will you please wait and take me back to the caravan … i have to get something from kay and i will be back out in a few minutes” i said… he agreed on the condition i gave him the return fare in advance, and he did not push for any extra this time...
I got out the car, and just went for it. As I expected there were a few people waiting to get in, and i joined the queue trying not to draw attention to myself… l looked back to see the taxi driver in the car park opposite, he said he would give me 15 minutes max..
I was soon passing in between the bouncers, and remarkably I managed to get straight in with no problems. I was shaking inside, so bloody nervous, but after the events of the day, I was now riding on adrenaline, and soon making my way round the club trying to locate Kay and the girls. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, very conscious of how I looked. Whilst Ii know I am fairly convincing, and have been out dressed before, I was also very nervous. It was dark, flashing lights , loud music and lots of people milling around with drinks, shouting to hear each other over the noise, dancing - just what you would expect in a nightclub.
I was sure I could see Helen sat at a table, and I headed that way, and as I approached i felt someone catch up behind me. It was Kay..I turned round and looked at her… “Good girl”, she said… “you obeyed me… “,,,, “yes mistress” i replied,,,,, not taking any chances… “go and get me and Helen a drink, a bottle of house white will do,,, bring it over to our table.... Hurry up,”,, and she slapped my bottom.. “But I have a taxi waiting to get me back to the caravan “ i replied…. “It can wait,, do as i say”.. And she went to sit next to Helen. I headed to the crowded bar and waited in line. I could feel a guy pressing against me . as I am obviously tall for a woman, my skirt was very short and he was pressing against me. He tapped my shoulder and said hi.. I just mumbled back, and his hand brushed against my stockings “you look amazing, can I get you a drink”,,,, wow I thought, he is hitting on me…. I just said no thanks, and took an opportunity to get to the front of the bar and ordered the wine ….
I managed to brush him of, and get back to the table. They were in an alcove, and I noticed a couple of men sat with Helen and Kay. Kay was kissing one of them, and the other guy was talking to Helen. I just stood before them.
Kay smiled and the men both looked at me. The man who was talking to Kay stood up and approached me… “you must be kays whore”. He said laughing…. “ we have just been looking at the pictures”.. the colour drained from me in an instant, and I felt weak at the knees….. “turn around, let’s have a look at the merchandise”. He laughed… I looked at kay and Helen… Helen was looking away,,, “do as you are fucking told bitch” said kay….. He pushed me round, and motioned me to bend over the table. He lifted my skirt up and just slapped my ass hard with his rough hand… . I felt so excited, so nervous, so scared and so embarrassed…… “ok, john,” kay said, “£20 on the table and the faggot will suck you off”.. john took £20 out of his wallet and gave it to Kay, - he started to get his cock out, and Kay just laughed – “not here you fucking idiot”… he grunted back at kay, his friend was laughing, , .. and he just grabbed my hand… “follow me cunt” he said.. “I need emptying” ….. the toilet area was busy, and he just dragged me into the men’s toilets, straight into an empty cubicle.. he did not care who was watching, and I had a few strange looks as he marched me in. One guy slapped him on the back..”go on john, give her one for me”… I felt like a cheap whore… … then I realised I was a very cheap whore… he was a stocky bloke, bald, and he did not hang around, and just pushed me back on the toilet, and he soon had his cock out, stretching it roughly as though he was going to take a piss, ….It must have been 8 inches… I just took it in my mouth and he started to face fuck me. … he did not even bother to shut the cubicle door, and I could hear voices, men in pissing in the urinals opposite looking back at us, ……”enjoying the show gents” he said, ….”Its £20 a go”, - he was laughing, and looked at me, “I hope you are a hungry slut…” ,
John face fucked me hard and deep. He held my head with his left hand, and I guess he was taking a picture with the other. His cock was big, and he was very rough. I gripped his bum and did my best to use my tongue to work the tip of his shaft as he fucked my face. I was gaging and making a noise and I wondered what the other men must be thinking, that said, this was a rough club, and I bet it’s not the first time someone has sucked cock in here judging by the state of the clientele in the club. Don’t get me wrong, despite the overriding concerns as to what kay had planned for me, I was enjoying this mans cock, and the feeling of being used like a dirty slut certainly got me excited. He started to grunt and push, holding his cock inside my mouth, then he released his hot spurt of cum into my throat. He pulled out and a string of globby goo dripped down my chin, and he told me to clean him, slapping my face with is cock as it dripped more cum over my face and onto my knees. Then without any further word’s, he just zipped up and walked out the cubicle leaving me sat on the seat trying to compose myself. I went quickly to close the door and lock it shut, but the door did not have a lock. I tried to clean the cum of my stocking clad knees with a tissue, only to end up making it look worse. I needed to get out, and back to the taxi. Just as I went to stand up, the door opened, and two young lads looked at me smiling – “ you ok love” they laughed, …. I just went for it, got up and barged past them both, and did the walk of shame through the toilets, doing my best to get out quick, tottering on my heels like a cheap slut with a big grin on my face. One bloke did a double take as I walked past, but I managed to get out before the two lads caught up with me and headed back to where Kay and Helen were sitting.
Megan and Chloe were now with Helen and Kay. “Eeeee the faggot is back” yelled Megan. Megan was sprawled across the back bench in the dim lit cubicle, and she looked totally wrecked with the drink. Chloe was still just about in her pink princess dress, and she was obviously very worse for wear now. Helen was sat with her, and telling kay that they needed to get her home. Megan was patting the bench next to her, “howay sissy Colin, sit next ta ya aunty megan, and show me some love man”… I sat down next to her as Kay and Helen were in deep discussion. “kay tells me ya have just sucked john of in the bogs for £20”,,,, “ ya dorty whore”,,, “mind, his cuck is lush, like…. ,, av sucked it meself a few times “ye getting all the cock “… megan was laughing. “give my feet a rub will ye”, she said, “ these shoes are knacking.” Megan, kicked her feet out of her heels, and rested them over my lap. I started to rub them, did not want to set Megan of shouting any louder. I massaged her hot sweaty feet, and she seemed happy as she tried to reach her drink, I could see that her skirt was riding all the way up exposing her knickers, as I looked, Megan noticed “ fucking hell, ye looking up my skirt Colin,,,,” she said. … “my snatch is fucking itchy, maybe you should get your head between my legs and lick out .. but you probably want cock tho as yer a dirty sissy cock faggot”…. She was rambling on as Kay looked over…. Every time I met her eyes, I remembered back to what she did to me in the caravan. It was only a few hours ago, and my body was still in shock. She had humiliated and abused me beyond anything I would have ever imagined, and I fet a combination of shame and excitement. She scared me, … no …. she terrified me… “Oy,,, twat” she said,, snapping me out of my thoughts , “hope you did not disappoint your first paying client tonight”,, “johns a regular and he is always asking for a tranny, and once word gets round, you will be earning me plenty of cash”… I continued to rub Megan’s feet, and she pushed her leg up “suck me toes” she said, and I hesitated, trying to hide myself away in the dim lit seats. Megan was kicking me now so I bent over slightly and sucked on her big toe, she had sexy feet, painted red nails, and I did my best to please her then kay looked over again… “for fucks sake, not in here Megan”, shouted kay…” ah man kay, I was enjoying that”..
“ok, enough fucking toe sucking”, shouted Kay – “you better go back and get the car“. Kay gave me my car and caravan keys. I felt a sense or relief, and got up quickly to go. “not so fucking fast “shouted kay. I stopped and looked back. “remember, I own you sissy ass now so don’t you dare think about fucking off” …. I just stood there and nodded… “get here “ she shouted… I walked back towards her, she was stood up by the table next to the wall, the girls looked as she slapped my face hard “ get on your fucking knees” she pointed. I hesitated, this was a public place despite the fact that most people were probably pissed and it was dark… I kneeled down and looked up at her. “ I own your sorry sissy fucking ass, so it’s my feet you should be fucking kissing… so kiss my feet faggot” ….. I sank down and kissed her shoes, placing my hands on the floor ,,, god knows wat this must have looked like….. … “LICK THEM” .. She did have amazingly sexy legs, and I wish I had a pair of her 4 inch killer heels…... Swapping feet, I licked her shoes, occasionally finding the warmth of her bare foot and ankle, and I continued to lick and kiss them, ,, then she kicked me in the face, it hurt like hell… .. I started to kiss her foot again and she placed her stiletto heel on the back of my left hand. “Look at my sissy faggot everyone, she thinks she looks so sexy dressed as a woman, but she looks fucking pathetic – sad fag man in a dress ” She applied some pressure, steadying herself against the wall, “who fucking owns your ass”… “You do” I said, owww please .. she pushed down harder, I thought the heel was going to break my skin… “please mistress kay, please, “ I said… “yes mistress kay, I will be back as soon as I can, I am yours, you own me please owwwww”. I noticed that Helen had got out of her seat and was steadying Kay, “not in here Kay , you remember what happened last time”,,, she said .. that made kay more annoyed… she pushed harder and I felt the pain rip through my hand. She pushed the toe of her other stiletto into my mouth, almost fucking my mouth with her shoe. All the way in, I was gaging as she juggled between face fucking my mouth and nailing me to the floor with her other heel. … Then she stopped and told me to get up..
” Helen to the rescue , ,,, well in that case, as you obviously still feel so attached to this fuck pig, you can go with him to get the car and make sure he does not fuck of….Me and Megan will keep an eye on chloe. .. now fucking hurry up….. “
Fast forward……
The trip back to the caravan went ok, we managed to get out the club without incident, and it helped having Helen lead the way holding my hand …., most people were pissed and apart from a few comments, I soon got outside and across to the taxi. The taxi ride back was quick, and he did not try anything, and I was soon back into the relative safety of my caravan.
We sat in silence in the taxi, Helen was in the front, me in the back. All the way back I was thinking about what I should do next.. continue with this journey with kay, or try and risk aborting now. Could easily slip away from Helen, lock up the caravan, take out everything of value and head home now. I was weighing up the risks. I was separated and going through a divorce, and the kids were at university now, but I would hate them to know about my secret desire to dress, and obviously, I would not want to risk them seeing any of the pictures that kay had taken of me. I was more worried about risks to my professional life. The pictures would ruin me, especially in my line of work, - if any of my work colleagues were to see them … does not bare thinking about….. But would she exposel me .. is it just a game – she scares the shit out of me,,,,?? That said, how many times had I had the fantasies about being turned into a sissy cum slut, pleasing men, women, being a whore… - this was real now…. Fucking hell……
When we got back to the caravan, I wanted to go back into the caravan and change. “ Best go straight back now Colin, said Helen, “we must get back to the club, Kay will go fucking mad if we piss her of Colin”, ,,,,, “Look Helen, this has been crazy, what we did in the caravan, and how Kay controls you all, what’s it all about.. I am not sure I can handle any more of this…” … Helens warmth and caring side, and not forgetting her massive breasts got the better of me, and the weak willed sissy in me caved in. Helen held me in the caravan cuddled me into her cleavage, and that was enough to settle my nerves…
We got in the car, and as we drove, Helen opened up a bit. She explained that she had known Kay since school, and Kay had always looked out for her, and whilst she did not go into detail, I sensed a darker more sinister reason for Helens loyalty and devotion to Kay. She went on to tell me that she worked for Kay who was a pro dominatrix, with her own dungeon and she works from in a large house in town. The front of the house is a hair salon, and Megan and Chloe work for her in the salon. She explained that she took the bookings for Kay and sometimes joined in the sessions as she was kays submissive. Kay had paid for this night out, booking the caravan for Chloe’s hen night, and that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kay was pissed off at the moment as she was buying out her ex-husbands share of the house and salon, and she has big plans to expand her business. She said that I should be very careful not to cross Kay, and that it would be best all round if I just did as she wanted, and at some point Kay will tell me how much I will have to pay her, or she may just let me go – she likes to be in control –
I pulled into a layby about a mile out of the town, … “what you doing” said Helen. “I am scared Helen, this is too much for me, yes despite the pain and humiliation, what happened in my caravan was something I would have dreamt about, yes its exciting, but its far too much for me….”
“come here Colin”, said Helen, and she reached over, placing her hands on my legs, tracing a line up my leg under my skirt. “You did not have to let us into your caravan, we could see you were excited, there is obviously a big part of you that wants more of this”…. “you look good Karen”, she went on, “I wish I had your figure” then she kissed me, a warm, sensual kiss, and she placed my hand on her breast. “why don’t you relax, don’t worry, I will watch out for you,,, “… She then moved my head towards her breast, “there is still plenty of milk in these , you enjoyed it earler, imagine how much clients pay to do this” ….. letting her top slip down, exposing her huge enlarged nipple, “why don’t you have a nice suck on Aunty Helens titties, and just relax,”… I did not need asking twice, and was soon on her tit, sucking hard, as she cradled my head. It felt so warm and safe,… she pushed her hand between my legs, brushing against my cock. And she kept telling me that it will be ok as long as I obey Kay, ….. The warmth of her breast milk felt amazing, as I sucked her, I was lost in the, moment, but then I could see she was texting on her phone… I pulled away from her breast, and she just said, we will have to go, kay wants to know where we are,, I have told her we are not far away… Helens mood changed….. she put her tit away – “don’t tell Kay we did this Colin – this is just between us ok .. just for fucks sake do as kay says”…..” I felt cold inside,,,, I was so fucking weak,,,,, I needed to take control of the situation and snap out of this …..
As we pulled up to the car park, Helen was replying to Kays texts, I could see she was agitated,,, “we took too long, ….fuck,,, she is angry,,, wait here Colin, I will go and meet her..”,,,,
Helens change of mood panicked me, and as soon as she got out the car, I just decided there and then to end this. I pulled out of the car park and headed back to the caravan as quick as I could. I could see Helen looking at me through my rear view mirror as I pulled away. She was shaking her head.. I felt mixed emotions, but thought that enough is enough – this was too much for me..
I quickly dressed back into my male clothes when I got back to the caravan, and packed up the essentials, fearing that Kay would probably break in and make a mess, or even worse ? who knows…… I was back in control…
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So glad that you are back writing it again ....
Go girl...
