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My Life as a Cock Slave

I became a transvestite when I was in my teens. I got married in my twenties but the marriage was not a happy one and there was little sex. I became very frustrated by the few sexual opportunities and began to turn back towards thoughts of transvestism and sexual experimentation. I began to become interested in the gay world mainly as a chance to live out my transvestite fantasies.

I was in my 30s. I was out one night and wanting to find somewhere where I could dress up and be in company and just be the feminine me. I foolishly took a lift in a car from an older man in his sixties who was cruising and looking for boys. He had had young boys before but got into some trouble because some of them were 16 or less. He took me home and started to fondle me and give me drinks and before I knew it he was on top of me and trying to fuck me. I left his house and was determined never to go back.

But I was drawn back and agreed to do whatever he wanted if I could dress as a woman. He agreed. Then I made the mistake of letting him take photos of me dressed in bra and suspenders and high heels and from then on he controlled me by threatening to show them to my family and work colleagues. Somehow he managed to find out my real name and address. I belonged to him as a cock slave for nearly fifteen years. I think I visited him on average once a week. I always called him master. He was into all sorts of perversions and I learnt from him in order to perform for him.

So I became gay, bondage and sadism, porn addiction, drink and drugs. the usual things. He began to make me lie down and would piss on me. He also turned out to have a violent temper and was very brutal and he got a riding crop and would whip me for no reason. I became a very talented cock sucker. He fucked me every week at least once or I sucked him off and swallowed. Then he made me come. Sometimes we went to bed and fondled and fucked for hours. I also became his house servant and did all sorts of menial work for him like washing the toilet or doing his ironing. He was going to start pimping me to friends. Of course I enjoyed the sex and began to enjoy the perverted sex as I got used to it but I lived on edge all the time since he had such power over me.

The situation became worse though because he threatened to contact my family and work unless I paid him money every week. This was difficult to conceal from my wife because we had a joint account. I knew that if I started to pay him it would just get worse. But I had no choice and managed to set up a system where I paid him as much as I could every so often. He started to get greedy and ask for more so it was just getting worse.

Then my life changed in another direction. I decided I should speak to someone to get advice. My wife had a friend (I’ll call her J. for this purpose) who was supposedly her best friend. They had been to school together. In fact they often fell out with each other and were quite bitchy about each other. She was a trainee priest in fact. She was attractive and wore short skirts and high heels and lots of make-up when she wasn’t being clerical. Her husband had left her some years before to go off with another woman.

One day I was asked to drop off a parcel for her from my wife. I went into the house (for the first time) and sat and had coffee with J. As we talked I thought she was a very sympathetic and understanding person. I called again but the next time she offered me a drink and put some quiet dance music on. The next thing I knew was that I had had too much to drink and was dancing with her pressed up against me. I became very talkative and began to tell her about my problems and told her too much.

She said to me that she would tell my wife the story unless I did what she said. This gave her a sort of hold over my wife as well because she knew the truth about me. She got me some very feminine clothes. She had good taste. I dressed as a housemaid, suspender belt, fashioned stockings, garters, bra, frilly apron and very high six inch heels (she got some of those that have locks on the ankle so you can’t get them off unless they are unlocked). She also did my make-up for me and put a wig on me. Then she took photographs of me and that meant that she had me firmly under her control. I did enjoy this of course but this now meant that I was having to visit (and still pay) my owner every week and also J. She did not want sex. She wanted to treat me as a domestic slave and submit to her. I did housework for her. In fact she also made a small elastic tape which fitted around the ball sack above my balls and had written on it “Cock Slave. Slave of J.” and another one fitted around the balls and base of my cock which said “This cock slave is the property of J.” and I had to wear them whenever I was with her. They made my balls tight and swollen.