My Mistress plays with me – Robyn gets subbed by her Female Mitress.
A True Sory in Robyns Life
Well it was the end of a fantastic BNO for xmas 2009 , I had socialised at Pink Punters from 10pm till ohh aout 2am , feet killing me and my Mistress beckoning. It was time to play.
Out of the club across the road and across “Robyn’s Ditch”, no mishapps this time… We headed back to the hotel err Camp.
I am wearing a tight Black Rubber dress, stockings , black with seams and 5.5 inch high heels, my waist adorned with a sexy figure hugging black and white leather corset, which my mistress had earlier strapped me in to. My reminder through the night at BNO, whose strapped me and who has metaphysically corseted me for the night.
She’s presented herself in a very tarty whorish like outfit for the night, Little sexy Basque bare arms and chest protruding, tiny red leather skirt, stockings showing and six inch high heel boots.
On the bed at the hotel we pose and pose for the camera before starting to kiss and fondle each other, my cock raging under the tight rubber dress, as she worked her delicate charms on me.
There is a whip on the bed and some other toys for us to play with, that catch her attention as we start to play. She teases me with the whip stick as she encourages me to pay more attention to her tits, mouth and tounge. Her breasts firm and ample in my hands, I go gentle at first due to the talon nails I am wearing.
She firmly pushes me back on the bed and beckons me to hitch up my rubber dress, reaching down into my panties, she pulls my penis out and starts to wank me off. Her eyes fixed on my eyes, the firm smiling expression on her face, she is enjoying this and she’s in control.
Expertly she fondles my dick, massaging my balls and stroking my prostate, getting hornier and hornier i just want her to get her head down on my dick, but she has other ideas.
Producing an 8” purple dildo I am ordered to put a condom onto it. I place the condom between my lips and look towards my Mistress, obeying I proceed to apply the condom to the dildo expertly using only my mouth and lips. The dildo being pushed further into my tranny mouth with each pull back until eventually the whole 8 inches of the dildo is completely covered by the condom.
She turns the dildos vibrator on and proceeds to press the vibrating rubber end against my cock head, expertly using the dildo vibrator against my body, balls and penis, rubbing and stroking me, making me hornier and hornier as the time passes by.
Eventually she reaches my backside and continues to use the vibrator against by anus, Gently applying pressure as she moves around the area expertly she proceeds to slip the dildo into my arse. Taking her time, there’s no rush, shes looking at me in the eyes, there’s electricity in hers I can see the enjoyment she is taking just by being in control of me. The turn on she is feeling just because shes in control, working the dildo harder and faster and deeper into my tranny arse.
On my back I proceed to ensure the dildo is used to fuck my arse as deep as she can go with it, long nail entrenched hands on my backside checks, I am pulling to ensure my anus is as wide and accessible as possible. Deeper and faster she goes.
Almost losing control of the anticipation that my tranny cock would get any attentions, she brings her head down on to my cock as she fucks my arse, taking my cock in her mouth she expertly licks my head, my shaft and my balls all whilst fucking me at the same time. Her head now sliding up and down the shaft of my tranny cock, the vibrator being shoved in and out of my arse, she’s in control and loving every minute off it.
Little did I know this was the pleasure of the session, there’s more to come, as in life we can’t have day without night, or good without bad, I am to learn the opposite of pleasure is Pain !!!
The vibrator firmly placed in my tranny arse, I am ordered to my feet on the bed, she on her knees before me, her head at the right height mouth in front of my hard tranny dick. She looks up at me, I see fire and excitement in her eyes as she holds eye contact with me.
She places her cupped hand around my testicle as smiles at me as she squeezes by balls firmly yet expertly. A moment of dull throbbing pain shoots through by balls, but that distraction is soon replaced with the pleasure of her mouth momentarily sucking and licking on the head of my dick. This process repeated a couple of times before I am as hard as a rock.
Expertly she starts to slap my dick with her hand, one direction and then the other, being hard and erect I feel the sting of her slaps against my cocks outer skin, again followed by momentary please of her cuckolding my dick, before again returning to inflicting the pain from her slaps.
She proceeds to pick up the riding crop she had brought with her, ordered to my knees, bear arse in the air she proceeds to whip my bear cheeks. Balls hanging as she does so the crop slapped upwards between my legs catching by balls, the sting full pain of the leather crop on my balls and scrotum, followed by the cooling pleasure of her wet tongue as if she is trying to cool down the pain of the whipping with her cool saliva dripping from her mouth as she licks and fondles me. Occasionally being reminded of the dildo in my arse as she gives at a twist pull and push back in.
Ordered onto my feet again, she takes my tranny cock in her hand and proceeds to take the full length into her mouth once more. Bobbing up and down on my head going as deep as she can, almost gagging as she takes the full length of my hard tranny cock down her throat, she gets me as hard as I could possibly be. I am getting so close to orgasm, just a few more strokes and I am about to blow my load down her throat, the moment getting closer and then she stops!
Taking her whipping crop she once again proceeds to whip my cock, slapping the crop straight down on to the head of my tranny cock over and over, slap, slap, slap. She pushes me down onto my back and once again replaces the pain with the pleasure of her hungry mouth, for a few moments.
The crop again is used against my tranny cock, with each repeat session her whipping becomes harder and harder. Drawn to the point of pain that cannot be endured much longer; followed by the pleasure of her mouth. Each repeating session giving me less time and pleasure from the comforting warmth of her mouth, and more time in pain at the mercy of her whipping crop.
Bearing no more as the pain from each cropping session draws to a level I can no longer endure, I beg for my mistress to end the pain! Obligingly the whipping stops, and so does the cuckolding. You can’t have one without the other, she grins.
Thinking the session is now at an end my mistress steps off, of the bed, standing my my side she looks in my eyes as she reaches down and hitches up her little black leather mini skirt and proceeds to remove are skinny little lacy knickers. Her womanhood bare before me. Tidily shaven pubic area visible to me, below which I can see her juicy major labia. Puffy and red, she has been so turned on by her dome session her pussy wet and ready for some action.
She turns away from me as she climes onto the bed, placing her pussy just above my face, she leans towards my tranny dick and grabs the dildo still protruding from my arse and proceeds to massage it in and out of my arse once again. Grabbing my dick and wanking me of as she does so with her other hand. Again I am sinking into the ecstasy of my encounter, as she lowers her cunt onto my face I am ordered to lick her out. Obeying I place my tongue between her major labia and proceed to lick. Pushing my tongue deeper with each lowering thrust of her arse. She raises and lowers her arse to the rhythm of her pushing the dildo in and out of my arse. With each movement I catch her wet lips and lick as deep as I can.
Suddenly she stops fucking my arse, my tongue firmly inside her cunt, she sits back on my face, my nose between the checks of her arse she sits firmly on my face. Pushing her bum firmly down on me, so as I cannot breath as she leans forward once again taking my tranny cock in her mouth. I cant breath and she’s sucking me off like there is no tomorrow. Deprived of oxygen the sensations of her mouth pleasuring my dick becoming stronger and stronger. Her arse depriving me of breath for what seemed an age I and getting to the point thinking I am going to pass out, she sucking my dick which is even harder now, I slap at her thigh. She gets my signal and lifts her arse from my face allowing me to breath.
She looks back at me, eyes wild with abandon, her pussy dripping with the juice of her orgasms, she’s in control and getting of on it as once again she proceeds to face sit me, depriving me of breath for periods of time as she works my cock and arse over and over again. Until such time as she has taken all the pleasure she wants. She proves she has the control and finally leaves me in a state where she has had all the pleasure she needs, and yet having deprived me of completing my sexual torture and pleasure to the point of orgasm. Expertly each experience during our session stops just before the point of my orgasm.
My time up with my mistress she has shown me pleasure and pain, and yet not allowed to complete the most natural instinct of sexual pleasure, to have had an orgasm.
A Punter Gets Dominated by Transvestite Mistress Robyn and her female friend
Foreword. This story is not suitable for minors and should be considered 18 rated. This entire episode is based on true events.
IT, him and he’s are all reference to the male sub slave.
The sub kneels before me on his knees; Showered and naked. He looks up at me. I ordered his eyes down. “Don’t look at me, did I give you permission?” I barked at IT.
The sub immediately obeys, his eyes wondering towards the floor and it view of my 7 Inch high heels, Legs adorned is shiny stockings. Above which IT will find a tight rubber mini skirt and rubber Basque encased in Goth fine fishnet.
Wearing soft satin gloves I caress IT’s body to lead him into a false sense of security. My soft satin gloves caressing all if his body; the smooth sensation of nylon encased fingers of his strict fetish mistress. IT does know the humiliation about to happen.
Bringing my sating gloves up over Its body I get to the head, the hair is unkempt and dry. I order IT to explain why his hair is so unkempt? “I am sorry Mistress I forgot to condition it! Don’t punish me for my failing?”
I order the sub to look up at my eyes, not allowing IT to look at my fetish clothing, and hold my eye contact. Looking in to my hypnotic eyes I light a cigarette, blowing the smoke back in his face.
I suck and drag a few more times, back in his face, allowing the cigarette to burn down, revealing a precarious lump of hot ash. “Put your hands out I bark!!”, Hands out placed just above his naked dick, I flick the hot ash into his hands!
Repeatedly the sub is ordered to inhale my second hand smoke as I blow it back in his face, soft smoke exhaling from my sluty lips ticked mouth!
“Rub your hands together, and now rub it in your face!”, I ordered IT. Three times this scenario is carried out.
Stinking of cigarette ash, IT’s ordered, to the floor and admonishes my 7 inch high heels. Carefully positioned the high heel is progressed into the slave’s mouth. “Suck that heel, clean it with your tongue and swallow it all down, until it touches the back of your throat!
Several times this is done, until IT gags looking at me like a Dog, eyes watering, showing it can’t GAG any more. Having made Mistress Robyn pleased at it’s humiliation and suffering I allow it to get on its knees on all fours.
Changing my gloves from soft satin, to hard leather, I start about beating the slaves, thigh buttocks and back. Progressing the force of my slapping harder and harder, until I see the redness of the bruising starting from IT’s skin.
Now its time for IT to feel the pain of my 7 inch high heel shoes, the heels being pressed into IT’s back. Painful marks are being left as he is trampled, being allowed to scream from the agony of the pain being inflicted.
My Mistress accomplice, observing and directing events to this point, positions herself behind IT, as the slave did not scream or cry hard enough, through my hand and feet torture, so IT’s dick and balls where pulled by her, whilst I picked up a Dildo, that I would soon shoved hard into his asshole.
Pounding the dildo in his ass, he is screaming, perhaps not out of enjoyment (yeagh right), but out of the agony of a massive rubber cock dildo being thrust in his asshole, by myself. Enjoying the moment if IT’s agony and pain!
I pound IT’s asshole with the Dildo for what seemed like ages, in and out, and ass deep is it would go. Eventually all 12 inches and 4 inch girth of the dildo almost completely disappearing up his ass.
All the time the teasing conversation between myself and Mistress, telling IT that we are later going to be sucking and fucking each other in his absence, not being allowed to watch or join in. The groans of his torture emanate throughout this session.
In a step of further humiliation, Dildo in ass hes ordered to his knees. Placed before me I hitch-up my tight shiny rubber skirt, revealing my stocking encased legs. Shiny glossy nylon, hes ordered to kiss and suck my legs from the feet upwards.
Slowly and attentively he obeys our commands, ordered not to look up, but concentrate on his task, I whip out my throbbing cock, which now emanates from just below the tight rubber skirt. IT finally completing its task adorning my stocking encased legs; had reached my thighs, and was now staring straight at my throbbing cock.
In the next act of humiliation, I order him to take my cock in his mouth. Suck on that and do it properly I bark, as I shove by hard girth in to IT’s mouth, placing my hands behind his head and pulling him down on my hard cock. The sound of gagging and chocking as the inexperience of my male slave sucking cock becomes obvious. For this the session continues until IT is able to complete the task to my satisfaction.
Finally the dildo is removed from his ass, and I notice there’s is a small amount of shit on the end, displeased with IT’s un-cleanliness , I order that he be given an enema, right now. I explain that my Mistress accomplice and I will perform this task on him, by taking him to the shower and shoving the shower hose up IT’s asshole. Which by now having had the dildo up there; will easily accept the shower hose?
The slave daring to speak for the first time in the session so far, begs us to allow him to use his douche instead, “no” we bark ordering him to his feet and into the shower cubical in the adjacent bathroom.
The water set to a warm temperature, and naked slave in the cubical, I order him to remove the shower head and place the end of the his in his asshole. The slave struggling to place the hose in the correct position fighting against the pressure of the water spurting out, displeased me. I take the shower hose from his pathetic hands and order IT to bend over, as I press the hose against the outside of his anus. Demonstrating how it should be done properly, the previous attempt resulting in water just bouncing off his ass, is now replaced by the observation of the water seemingly just stop. The shower his perfectly inserted into his ass, and for a short moment no water. Finally as his ass becomes full of water it starts to leak out, the shower hose now being pulled away, results in a powerful gush of water exiting from IT’s asshole into the shower cubicle.
My assistance withdrawn now, as IT’s been shown how to do it properly, the cubicle door is now closed. Steam filling the glass, he’s no longer able to adorn the beauty of his strict Mistresses, observing from the outside. He is ordered to correctly complete the enema a further 3 times.
Finally IT’s allowed out of the shower, some shit is stil on the basin as a result of IT’s asshole being flushed with the water. I order him to clean his mess up. Before finally allowing him to dry him self down.
We now to take the slave to the bedroom, where a bed already prepared with shackles at all four posts is presented to him. The room previously set-up for this is full of fetish high heels boots, leatherwear, and other dildo toys, just ready for our devious minds to pick upon and humiliate the slave even more.
The slave on the bed in a St Andrews cross position has IT’s hands and feet cuffed, into the leather restraints, now naked and helpless, totally at the mercy of his Mistresses. Not knowing or able to do anything about what we are to do to him next.
Beside the bed lays a gas mask, with extending rubber mouthpiece and filter attached to the end. The filter removed by my Mistress accomplice, and some Amal is placed on it. Filter back on, we place the gas mask around his head, now being forced to inhale the fumes from the amal. The slave helpless and naked, inhales the concoction getting light headed dizzy and high as we scratch and slap at his naked body. IT’s probably feeling out of control and humiliated is to suffer just a little more, his cock limp, showing no signs of arousal at our torture.
The rubber mask, now depriving him of oxygen is removed following a muffled choke and IT’s allowed to breath the fresh clean air. My Mistress and I straddle each side of him. She’s on her knees facing me, I pull out my hard erect cock, positioned directly above the slaves mouth and protruding towards my mistress, she takes my cock in hand and starts to wank me off. Now this is the unique situation, my Mistress accomplice has a beautiful pair of tits and no dick, myself no tits and a throbbing dick.
The slave high and helpless can do nothing but watch as my dick is wanked above his mouth, mistress now turning to pressing her thick red lipstick lips around my throbbing tranny cock. She starts to suck and swallow me. The slave observing, wishing it was his cock being sucked by either or both of us. But seriously have a gorgeous mistress like my accomplice or myself sucking his cock of, would be no form of humiliation, so that does not happen.
All this time Mistress and I talk between ourselves about the dirt and naughty sexual acts we will get up to with each other after we have finished with the slave. My final act of humiliation is about to ensue.
Removing my cock from my Mistresses mouth I place it in his, once again forcing him to suck and gag, swapping between his mouth and my mistresses. Hard as a rock I arrive at the point of ejaculation. I feel the final shudder of hot juicy spunk about to eject from my throbbing hard cock. Positioned in the slave’s mouth, I let out my almighty orgasm; It fills his mouth and covers his face. We all relax. All of our humiliating and despicable acts completed, we leave the room. The slave still bound to the bed and naked with cum on IT’s face. Left for the next hour the cum left on his face would dry, becoming crispy and tightening on the skin of his face.
Finally, he’s unbound and allowed to clean up, before being kicked out of our fetish lair, having paid us for the acts we performed on him. My Mistress and I settle down for the evening over a glass of Wine and a meal. Now what can possibly happen between my Mistress friend with gorgeous tits, and myself a fetish dressed Transvestite? Maybe that’s another story for another time.
For my part I am looking forward to my next adventure with my mistress and another slave to dome.
Bournemouth Street Hooker for a Night
Bournemouth Street Hooker for a Night
Wednesday June 1st
Introduction
The phones been quiet for the Mistressing of late, so I decided that today was the day to indulge my favourite fantasy into reality once more. Now for certain I am used to dressing like a total slut for my clients, and have always been happy to indulge in cock sucking and safe anal play.
Transvestite Prostitute Robyn Summers
There’s no better buzz than being paid for Mistress Session and forcing my slaves to suck my trany cock of. That’s a situation where its incall, and I am in complete control. What happens on this adventure is completely new territory, my intention to be a cheap sluty looking street whore. I am going to pick up some total strangers off the street and get paid the going street rates for sucking off their cocks and having a few cocks in my tranny arse. At least that’s the plan. Believe me girls and boys if this is something you are planning on trying, you’re going to need balls of steel as I was to find out.
Planning
Before leaving home for the two hour drive down to Bournemouth I decide what I am taking and planning to wear. Now I want to pass myself of as best as I can. But want to look as cheap and sluty as I can too. I do after all want to get the attention of the punters ahead of all the regular girls that will be working the streets of Bournemouth’s red light district too. I decide on being brunette for this adventure, and pack my favourite long brunette wig with my makeup. I also pack a skin tight stripy blue and black roll neck top, and denim micro skirt (13” length), suspender belt and 30 denier black stockings. The black PVC jacket and 6 inch high heel platform white knee length boots.
Now to save any procrastination when I arrive i decide this is all I am taking, everything for the transformation from my male self into complete street slut in one bag. This is going to cost me money in travel and hotel; I can’t afford to waste it. I need to follow through on this fantasy adventure and it’s now or never.
A little research I discover that the mains streets for prostitutes in Bournemouth are in the Boscombe area, specifically Derby Rd, Southcote rd, kynveton Rd, in all about a Kilometre of streets that are all connected and easy for cars to circle round. Now I know which streets to be hanging around looking to pick up punters I decide to find a hotel in that area. Its 1.30 in the afternoon and I am all packed and ready to go. Filled with both excitement and in-trepidation about the adventure ahead of me I set out on the two hour journey to Bournemouth.
The arrival
Its 3:45pm as I arrive in Bournemouth’s notorious red light district and I decide to have a circle around in my car familiarising myself with the area, and looking out for Hotels and B and B’s I can use as a base. Immediately it’s obvious this is not the best side of Bournemouth , but I am not here to check out the living standards of the area. It did look kinda run-down in places, and very seedy in areas. Perfect. As I cruise the area looking for a hotel I notice girls are already out plying their trade on the streets. Most dressed in jeans, and not really wearing any make-up. By now I am starting to have second thoughts as I only packed one outfit for my visit. I am going to stand out amongst the other street workers. I guess I am going to look really obvious compared to these girls, and I am not sure how the police take to working girls (or trannie whores) in this area.
You know they are working girls, they try to get eye contact with you as you drive past, sometimes waving at you just like an old friend they recognise. Sometimes more subtle just a hand on hip stood on the street corner and a wink as you drive past. All the non verbal techniques I shall put into practice when its my turn to ply my trade on the streets tonight.
The first Hotel I come across the Ashleigh Hotel, looked very reasonable from the outside, so I park up in their car park and wander in to check out the room availability. Now this looks like a nice clean respectable place, considering the area and what its well known for. I enter from the car park through the main entrance with blue canopy prominently displaying the hotel name into an open and very well looked after clean and tidy reception. To my right there is an open area with seating, I can’t help but notice a very attractive blonde sat on her own, white miniskirt, tanned bare legs and white stiletto high heels. She made no attempts at eye contact as I wondered towards the reception desk, so I figure just a pretty lass waiting for her friend, but what do I know?
At the reception I enquire about rooms and am informed that the hotel is full, “what you arrived in Bournemouth without booking ahead, on a school holiday week?” The receptionist exclaimed. Shes in complete surprise at my impulsiveness and lack of planning, and when asked of alternative places to stay just informs me there is nowhere in the local area she could recommend. So I decide to leave there’s plenty of other places to try. As i head towards the exit the girl in the White mini calls over to me “well she might not want to recommend anywhere, but there are other places you can try if you don’t mind lowering your standards a little , you should get a room?”
Well we got chatting, and she suggested a place just down the road not too far away, it’s very very basic and cheap she informs me, but if you just want somewhere to get your head down after a night out in Bournemouth. It should be OK, and with the money you will save if you’re looking for a little extra fun? She looks me straight in the eye and with a sexy wink she says take my card. Stunned and speechless I look down at the crisp white card she placed in my hand. “Monique, Experienced Massage and tantric sessions, 07768 4…….”. She tells me she’s staying here until Friday and if I want some company her rates are very reasonable starting at £80 for the half hour. “Well you never know, and thanks for the tip on the hotel!”. I head back to the car.
Turning right as I leave the car park I head down Soutcote rd, I see a girl with a guy hand in hand heading to what seemed like into a park area on my right hand side. Curious I decide to park up and check out this part of the area. Sure enough just behind Southcote road there’s a nice leafy area, having a wander around I realise its actually quite secluded and may be a good area for punting. On close inspection as I wander the area I did spot a few used condoms. Excellent I think this is definitely an area for punting. So now in my head I have my perfect spot for plying my trade later this evening. I can be standing out on Soutcote rd where there are plenty of cars circling, other girls are already working the area and can just nip into this park with my punters and do the business.
That sorted in my head I decide to head off to the hotel Monique suggested to me. So I turn around and once again head back up southcote rd and passed the Ashleigh Hotel. I come t a T Junction and notice the Saffron sandwich bar on my right. Feeling peckish I pull over and park up. Whilst ordering a bacon and egg roll I ask the guy about the hotel I was recommended “The Chelsea”, he exclaimed. “Sure you will get a room there as they are never full. Believe me, stay there and that will never be a night to remember. The owner Chrissie, well let’s put it this way, she makes Basil Faulty from Faulty towers look like the perfect hotelier”. So here I am in Bournemouth’s red light district, plenty of action is going on already in the area, and I have been recommended the worst hotel/BB in the area to stay in. And yet I am resolute I will turn myself into the street whore and work the streets of Bournemouth tonight. I finish my sandwich and head for the car to drive over to the Chelsea Hotel which as it happens is also on St Swithuns rd. I did check out “The Lodge” on the way past, but again they to where booked-up. So here I am arrived outside the Chelsea Hotel, parked up on the road as there is no onsite parkin. It seems like a good spot as its in walking distance from the spot where I decided I will be doing my business from. I head in to the Hotel to enquire and book in.
The Hotel
Well I am greeted at the reception; by what I can only describe at this stage by a middle aged and very eccentric lady (middle aged being a little bit kind). And eccentric bordering on crazy. I enquire about a single room for the night. “What do think this is? A hotel? Of course we have rooms”, she barks at me!
Not the warmest of welcomes I have ever had, and to be honest I would not call the place a hotel. Think Pretty Woman and the slum of a room, she climes out of on the back baloney. Indeed I have had warmer welcomes from a cold cup of coffee.
” Its £35 for the room and I need a credit card on file, for a £25 key bond, she snaps at me”. OK, and how are you about tgirls staying and using the facilities I enquire? “I don’t care what you hear to sell, she snaps, but the supermarkets already sell that at good prices along with the coffee”.. OK I am seriously wondering about staying here by now, this woman’s several raisins short of a fruit loaf. But time is getting on and its the third place I tried to get a room at for the night.
Money paid and I am handed the front door and room keys. “Tina”, she calls out looking straight me in the eyes. “no that’s not my…”, “not you, the maid she barks”. Obviously this woman does not use non verbal communication in the way the rest of us do. Tina arrives from a side door by the reception “yes Chrissy”. “Show our new guest to room 14”, she snaps at the maid.
Smiling pleasantly at me and wearing full make-up and Amy Whitehouse hair, a pleasing site to the eyes after the landlady. Tina the maid beckons me to follow her to my room. Making polite conversation on the way up. I enquire about the landlady with Tina, explaining about me being a Tgirl, Tina reassuring me don’t worry its fine. We had a laugh about how Chrissy the landlady thought I was here to sell tea. Of course I am not letting on to the maid what I am really here to sell.
I won’t go into detail about the room, just think of the worst B and B you ever stayed in and then times the state of it by 10. You get the idea, lumpy bed. Not the cleanest of toilets, and the curtains older than me. But for £35 I was not expecting the Ritz.
By now its 6:10pm. My legs already shaved the night before i know I need just an hour to change to my femme self including make-up. I decide I need to be out working on the streets by 9pm. But first I need to eye up the competition and get a little more familiar with the streets that will be my place of work for the rest of this evening. I head out to the car, get my things and put them back in the room. Its up one flight of stairs and the only way in and out of the building is past the reception. I decided to put Chrissy straight on the Tgirl side of things advising I will be dressed as a girl for the evening. “its for a fancy dress party”, I tell her. “But because of the area if I do need to pop back, in the evening, I will always have a guy with me”. She agreed that because of the areas reputation that would be a very safe thing for me to do. “Just don’t make to much noise”, she snaps. And then winks at me.
The more I talk with the landlady the more I am convinced she’s a few pence short of a pound.
I head out on to the streets to do some market research in male mode.
Checking out the competition
Out on foot I decide to check out the area and the girls. Not taking the car as I don’t want to get clocked for kerb crawling. I turn right from outside the Chelsea and head towards the junction of Southcote rd. Initially I decide to go straight passed the junction and find up on the right hand side a lap dancing club. Closed as its only 6:30pm by now, but it does set the tone for the area. And with a name like Peaches I am sure its the sort of establishment where there will be lots of semi naked pole dancers, but I am not here for that.
I turn around and head back to the junction; turning left I am now on Southcote rd. I head down the road ahead of my. Taking a casual stroll to my pace, knowing when I make this journey later I will be in six inch high heel white kneel length boots a micro mini, stockings and a PVC jacket. I intend to look the slut I intend to be this evening.
Less than 5 minutes into my journey I spot a girl hanging around a car service shop on the left hand side. Shes wearing small heel ankle boots, jeans jacket and not much make-up. Not the sort of girl I would go for, but given her body language definitely looking for business. She’s paying more attention to the passing traffic as I approach. Spotting me she calls out, “looking for business honey?”. Well she’s obviously up to providing a service, just not an MOT LOL. Just for the hell I enquire what’s on offer (remember I am going to be in competition with the likes of her later). “£20 for hand relief, £30 for O with, £40 for o without and £60 for the full service”. I declined her offer, “I prefer Blondes” as my excuse and I move on. Heading further down Soutcote Rd i spot a much better place to ply my trade. Southcote rd apartments. A dilapidate 70’s type build of flats. Anopen garage entrance to my left, centre stairway (to hide in when the plod circle round) and another road garage entrance a little further down. Perfect I thought. Hopefully none of the other girls have the same idea.
I wondered the area a little more, and its a real mix of private housing, council housing, and industrial units. Its easy to see why this area is so good for working girls with plenty of car parks. Alleyways and parks for the girls to ply their trade.
Having chatted to a few more of the girls round the area I get the idea that the average going rate is about £60 for a full service, but one of the girls did mention that she adjusts her prices according to the type of car the punter is driving. “yeagh, if they have a well posh car like a recent BMW or Audi, you can get away with asking a bit more”, she tells me.
Well now familiar with the area and some of the girls I head back to the Chelsea. Firmly n my mind the layout and where I plan to go for my evening as a Bournemouth Street Prostitute. I just hope the punters don’t mind that I am a T girl whore. Then maybe some won’t care, maybe some won’t work it out.
Its 7:30 now, back at the Hotel and I finally get down to preparing for my change from boy into T girl slut whore. The hardest thing is going to have the confidence to wander out of the Hotel onto the streets and for the first time, ply my trade as a TV street prostitute.
Getting Ready for work as a street prostiitute
Unpacking my bags and sorting out my inventory of clothes make-up wig and accessories for the night’s work I ensure I got everything I will need for my adventure on the streets of Bournemouth.
The big (and I mean big) handbag for some things I need to take out with me. Couple of tubes of Anal Lube (£1 a tube from pound stretcher), BJ Condoms (special deal from Tesco’s right now, 12 ultra thin sensation for £3.69, while stocks last), Anal Condoms (The safer thicker variety, no deals to mention off), and my butt plug.
I lay out my make-up, false nails and clothes, stockings suspenders and boots (white 6 inch platforms), ultra tight size 8 mini-skirt and sexy shiny PVC Jacket.
Yes everything I need to look and be the part of a street whore. Actually thinking about it, the cost of all this gear must be heading towards about £100, blimey its expensive looking this cheap.
I head to the en-suite bathroom in my room; well actually it’s the size of mini box room, no bath, shower bowl, dripping taps and no light over the cracked mirror. I decide after my wash I need some good light for doing my make-up.
The prepared Girl I am, I place my own mirror in front of the bedroom window, and sat on the edge of the bed, I start preparing my face after first putting on my Bra, inserting my fish fillets (tits) and putting on my blue stripy roll neck top (£1 Matalan clearance, last year’s sales).
Generally I take about an hour applying my make-up and tonight is no exception. I pay the same attention to detail, as I do any other time, for a punter when mistressing or a photo shoot or a night out. Today I put in just the same effort. After all, I need to achieve a few things, pass as a girl, looking good for the punter (so I don’t have to spend too much time getting them off), and feeling good and convincing for myself.
Make-up done suspenders and stockings on, I place a condom on my but-plug, lubricate my arse with lube and insert it. Now the reality is kicking in what’s going to happen on this night. Turned on by my own look; as I see the reflection of this sluty TV whore in the mirror. The sensation of the but-plug in my arse, my cock is getting hard and I really feel the need to have a good wank while the but-plug, which could as easy be any strangers cock is comfortably warm and wet in my tranny arse.
It’s getting towards 9pm now and there I am have dressed as a street whore in a dingy B and B room two hours drive from home. Still plunging the but plug n and out of my arse, wanking of my rock hard tranny cock I fantasise about the events to come this night. I continue to please myself as I slip into a fantasy of being the TV street whore. In my fantasy I see myself from a third perspective as I am engulfed in the pleasure of my Anus and Cock stimulation.
I continue the physical play with myself and close my eyes, look for the moment of visual stimulation to accompany.
The Fantasy
She’s dressed in a tight PVC dress, my gaze draws down towards her slim sexy legs covered in fishnet stockings and black PVC 5 inch high heels. Confidently walking the streets of her beat, click click click, as each step of heels makes contact with the pavement as she strolls looking for her punter.
The night is dark and the traffic is busy, toots of horns as passing drivers, raise there awareness to the whore on the streets looking for business. The police turning a blind eye, as streetwalking is accepted on the streets of Paris. She’s looking good in full make-up, walking confidently, her warm blonde hair glistening in the air of the busy suburbs of Paris.
A gentleman passes her by as she struts her way up the street, caught by the allure of her expensive perfume he turns towards the beauty that just passed her. His eyes drawn to her cute arse encased in tight shiny black PVC, his eyes wandering down her Shapley legs covered in seamed fishnet stockings and finally to the alluring look of her very sexy very high heel shoes as they click click click on the pavement as this alluring streetwalker heads away from him.
Immediately he turns towards her and quickens his pace, she sensing the approaching stranger who just passed her by, turns towards him and smile. “Looking for business”, she enquires.
Almost lost for speech and in total awe of the very sexy hooker in front of him, he just about squirms, “yes, how much?”. They discuss and agree on the services to be offered as she walks him up the street towards an off street enclosed car parking facility. She drags him into a quiet but will lit area of the car park next to the bins.
Her hand reaches out towards him, encased in the same black shiny PVC gloves that match her dress; she demands the cash upfront for her services. Placing it between her warm breasts and the tight clinging of the material of her PVC dress; “Mmm, and now we can have fun”, she exclaims as her hands reach down towards the throbbing hard cock in his trousers.
The sounds of cars arriving and slight echo’s of voices in the background, bring a slightly open ambience of the car park as the whore gets down to work. Unzipping his trousers she pulls his throbbing cock into full view, and just a slight distance from her now open and hungry mouth.
She takes the cock enthusiastically into her wet waiting mouth, tightening her lips firmly around his hard shaft, swallowing deeply down to the back of her throat. Thinking of the money she’s earning for her sordid acts, she works his cock with vigour in and out of her wet hungry mouth.
To the point where she senses he is close to Cumming, a technique endowed with experienced women, she pulls off, stopping the pleasure for a moment as she reaches into her handbag for a condom.
Opening the wrapper of the condom, whose packet reads “instant anal pleasure condom, self lubricating technology”, she takes it out places it into her mouth, and expertly applies it orally onto her punters throbbing dick.
Assured the condoms applied fully, she turns, stands and hitches up her PVC dress revealing her purt cute ass, like a lighthouse bulb, bright in the reflection of the ca park lights, between the blackness of her now hitched up PVC dress and her black stockings.
She pulls her cheeks apart revealing her waiting anus for her punter to fill.
Back at the Room
The beds bouncing, headboard knocking the wall, I am still doing my arse with the but plug and wanking almost to the point of ejaculation, my “fantasy” in my minds eyes. I stop completely. Take a deep breath and hold my orgasm inwards. I need to contain my sexual urges and let them drive me to the next stage.
I complete my dressing and ensure I have everything I need, I think to myself “Time to be a real TV street prostitute”
Its 9.30 Wednesday June 1st, and now its my turn to live out my fantasy for real
To be continued
A Broken Dildo and NHS Direct
“yes I seem to have a broken vibrator in my bum!!!”….
An evening home alone I decide its a good opportunity to play with myself and exercise by tranny pussy.
I have had a few beers, so feeling completely relaxed I set about dressing and making myself look as tarty and trashy as possible.
Porn film playing on the TV wearing high heels stockings Basque and heavy trashy make-up, I adore my feminine image in the mirror, wondering what it would be like to have my tranny pussy arse fucked. I am turned on by the feminine image starting from the mirror back out at me, my cock hard in my hand. My attention waxing towards the porn movie playing on the TV and then back to my slutty image in the mirror.
Horney as hell I get out my G-Spot vibrator, for years I have used this pleasurable little toy, and for years had used baby oil as the lubricant, this evening being no different I lubricate the toy with the baby oil, before inserting it into my tranny arse. Lubricated it goes deeper and deeper.
Turning on the power from the battery controller I feel it vibrating deep inside of me. On my knees bouncing up and down, feeling the strokes of the vibrator in my arse my body shudders with pleasure. Gazing between the tranny image in the mirror and the filth of the porn on the TV, my cock hard, wanking, The feeling of the dildo in my arse buzzing away I fall into ecstasy, imagination running wild. I drop into a deep fantasy I receive the pleasure of both my wanking and the dildo in my arse vibrating away.
The vibrations moving slightly with each stroke as I bounce backwards and forwards on my knees. Eventually everything comes to a head, I shudder as I calm down from the pleasure of the orgasm I just let rip, feeling satisfied with my efforts of dressing and fucking myself sill with a vibrating dildo in my arse I decide its time to clean up and settle down for the evening. Little did I know things where about to get very interesting indeed.
I lift myself up from the floor removing the dildo from my arse, but hang on! Looking down at the dildo in my hands it looks incomplete. I have the battery controller, wire and base of the dildo that holds the vibrating motor, but not the rest of the dildo shaft, Its missing !!!!
Immediately thinking the worst, the horror realization the rest may still be in my arse I scan the floor frantically. Hoping its actually on the carpet somewhere. I look everywhere before accepting that the rest of the vibrator must still be in my arse.
I am shitting myself at the thought of this, what can I do now
Reaching for the box of latex gloves, I slip one on to my hand, and spreading my cheeks, I insert one and then two fingers into my arse, and carefully search to see if I can locate the broken part of the vibrator. All of a sudden I feel the end of the vibrator, my fingers already 6 inches into my arse, there is little room for me to manoeuvre, and I struggle to get a hold of the broken vibrator. With each failed attempt I realize the horror that I am probably making things worse as each time it becomes more and more difficult to locate the darn thing.
What am I to do, how I am to get out of this situation?
Having given up trying to remove the broken dildo from my arse for the fear of making things worse I think about what my possibilities are as I remove the slutty make-up from my face. Its amazing how the shock of a situation like this also sobers one up very quickly. I remove my girly clothes and take a shower.
Slowly coming to accept the fact I cannot just leave the dildo in my arse, my first thought being just go to bed and sleep, maybe in the morning when it’s time for the toilet it will just pass out along with the normal routine!
No, hang on, what if I leave it there and I cant pass it out? Worse still if I leave it there, could I go into septic shock? Ohh dear what am I to do?
Finishing my shower and getting dressed I decide its time to seek some professional help. No I don’t mean a session with my psychiatrist to talk about how one ends up in this sort of situation; I need more direct and fast help, and so I decided to call NHS Direct!
How do you pick up the phone and tell a complete stranger you got drunk and ended up breaking a dildo, the broken part still firmly buried inside your arse? I dialled the number…
“NHS direct….How can I help you?”…Enquired the friendly voice at the other end of the line.
“Err yes, I wonder if you can help?, I seem to be suffering from a blockage!”
“A blockage sir? Can you be more specific?”, full of embarrassment, I quietly murmured, “err, yes I seem to have a broken vibrator in my bum!!!”.
“I see!” the nurse’s voice on the phone shows no sign of embarrassment and yet offers no comfort. “How did this happen then?” , she enquires… “Well I was playing with myself, and when I finished realized that half the vibrator was missing!”, I explained full of embarrassment.
“So have you tried to get it out yourself then?”, “Yes, but I think I just made things worse, as it is now more difficult to get at”, I replied in embarrassment.
“OK, the part of the Dildo that’s left in your bum, does it have the battery in it?”, she enquired. “No I have that part!”, I explain.
“OK, I am going to have to ask you to come down to Accident and Emergency!” she explains. “Bring the remainder of the dildo with you, so we can see what we need to deal with!” “Being a Friday night you may have to wait a little while before you are seen, but you will need to be seen by a doctor, you just can’t leave the dildo in your bum!”.
Taking the details, the worst of my initial embarrassment over, and knowing In could be in for a long wait I ordered a taxi. You know I just thought they would send a paramedic or something and they would magically sort me out at home. But no, I know have to face more embarrassment of turning up at Accident and Emergency and having to deal with the problem face to face with the doctors and nurses at the hospital.
30 Minutes later I arrive at the hospital, and I approach the desk. I greet the receptionist and give her my name, full of embarrassment I explain I had called NHS direct earlier about a blockage (sounds like I was explaining a problem to a plumber), and had been asked to present myself at Accident and Emergency.
“Oh yes she exclaimed, I have the details here!”. “Did you bring the rest of the broken vibrator?”, she asked as she looked at me with a straight face. No signs of embarrassment, no judging looks, just a very direct question!
“Err Yes!”, I handed h2yeser the plastic bag I had containing the rest of the broken vibrator. She looks into the bag and said “I see. So the other part is well err, occupying some space inside you then?”.
A very sheepish reply of “yes”, I just about murmured out then. She looked at me re-assuring, “don’t worry, we will get someone to see you and get you sorted out!”
I am invited to take a seat, “it may be a few hours before we can get you seen to”, I am advised. So I wonder off and take a seat in the waiting area. Surprisingly, though I am aware of the broken dildo in my bum, it’s not too uncomfortable, but I am very well aware it’s there, and that the staff know I have been silly enough to put myself in this predicament.
After being examined by a doctor who also failed to remove the dildo from my bum, by means of him exploring inside my arse with his lubricated and latexed gloved hand, they decide to send me to x-ray in order to locate the position of the Dildo. An hour later they return with the X-ray which clearly shows the lost part of the dildo inside of me. I never thought that a dildo could go so far up ones backside that it appeared to be above the pelvis, I think to myself as the doctor explains that they are going to have to put me under general anaesthetic, in order that they can work on me to remove the broken dildo from my bum.
“What on earth where you doing in order to break it like this he asked?”, I explained that I had used this same toy for years with no problems”. “ I noticed the smell of Baby oil on you”, he asked, “is that what you used to lubricate it?”. “Yes, I always used baby oil..”. He smiled at me, “Well I don’t think you will be using baby oil in more! That’s what’s caused the problem, baby oil breaks down rubber….”, well this was a hard lesson to learn, but one I would never forget.
After I come round from the anaesthetic after the operation, I am informed the blockage was dealt with successfully. I noticed that there is no discomfort or any pain in my bum what so ever. I never expected that, I expected to be somewhat uncomfortable down there, but no it was fine.
However, my left arm is in agony, elbow bruised, fore arm black and blue, what on earth happened to me in theatre? I wonder to myself, thinking its best not to ask.
The nurse advises “because you have had a General Operation, we need to contact your next of Kin and have them collect you! You can’t be left on your own for the next 24 hours, as you need to be observed, in case there are any problems with you having had a general anaesthetic!”.
“What shall I tell them, you have been in for then, she asks?”.
“I suppose you could just tell them, I had to come in and have a blockage cleared!”, hopefully they won’t enquire any further than that….
To this day, one lesson I have learned from this. Never use Baby Oil on your toys……
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1. BNO the Big Night Out – Robyn’s Ditch
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
I spent my first night out clubbing at PinkPunters in Milton Keynes.Staying at the hotel opposite it took me an age to get dressed, decide the outfit, and generally drink some Dutch courage, OK so it was Boddingtons.
I got as curvy as I could, tight red top and hugging satin trousers, with 5.5″ black heels. I had arranged to meet up with some other girls over there at Pink Punters so I knew I would be in good hands.
The worst part was stepping out of the Hotel room and then out of the Hotel, I was shaking like a leaf, Lit a fag to calm my nerves, few drags and out I went. Confidently striding across the car park making a straight beeline for the club opposite only to be presented with a 4 foot ditch in the grass to cross in heels.
Blond Robyn at Pink Punters
Frank Spencer eat your heart out. (This episode, now affectionately led to the naming of the now famous Robyn’s Ditch).
Regaining my posture at the path I confidently made it across the road to the club entrance, shit what do I do with my hands, deciding to lose the march, hand on hip and fag to mouth I made for the entrance.
The bouncers still amused by my encounter with the grass ditch welcomed me in to the reception where I promptly signed in struggling to find my entrance fee from the tiny purse bag that I was wearing by my hip. (That was lent to me by the missus, who had given me strict instructions not to lose it, little did she know what was to happen with it later in the club). MORE
2. At Pink Punters – Transgendered Gay and Lesbian venue
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
Now, Pink Punters is a Gay and Lesbian venue, where on a Friday (well this one anyway) the basement is Boys/Boys, the ground floor is mixed and the attic was where most of the TV girls where hanging out.
You enter via the reception onto the mixed ground floor, I subsequently made a bee-line for the bar passing a couple of Genetic Girls, who by this point where giving me a sort of funny look, me confidently thinking must be my good looks (but in reality could been look at that guy in drag trying to walk in those heels.
1st Time Out at BNO - you could smoke in a club in them days.
Who knows) LOL, Confidently ordering 1/2 a pint of lager at the bar and not another TV in site I was still really nervous, again fiddling in the little purse by my side for some change I paid for my drink, the young barman in front of me smiling as if it was no problem, so that sort started to relax me as he wished me to have a good evening.
Note the switch from bitter to lager here, male persona to female, never noticed at the time but it’s an interesting observation I just thought I would point out. Now at this point looking round for a familiar face (from TVchix) I remembered an email from Candy who had mentioned about the TV girl who works in the upstairs bar, a tall friendly lass, so I figured that would be a good place to start. Still Looking round I spotted the entrance to the attic and across I went. Sorry to the guy I nearly knocked over en-route in my haste and the girls foot I trod on, honest! MORE
3. BNO – The Big Night Out – Pink Punters
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
The stairs to the attic where steep and a little narrow only just enough room for 2 people to pass (bit of a story on this subject later), entering the attic to the left at the top of the stairs the bar is situated to the left with an open area straight ahead and too the right at the end of the bar was an opening into an area roughly taking up half the space with about 8 or nine tables.
Robyn and Jeniffer English at the very first BNO
The area was cool and cosy, and of course where most of the TVChix girls where going to be hanging out for the rest of the evening.Deciding to perch myself against the upstairs bar to peruse the view. I was almost immediately spotted by Jennifer, excitement in her face “Robyn, Hi im Jennifer”, we made the usual girly greeting, as she called out for Simon to join us, “Robyn’s Here, you know, the girl with the shoes”, referring to the picture on my TVCHIX profile of me outdoors in my 8″ platform heels I guess.
Now Jennifer is a long time transsexual and she is absolutely stunning and in a very natural way! Simon immediately joined us, complimentarily praising me on my look, make-up and especially on my figure and the look I had put together, both expressing how glad they where that I had made it and how they hoped I would enjoy my first night out.
A note on my look here is called for, spent a whole evening before hand with the missus trying on different things until I found something that she said I looked good in, so the bum, hips, and clothes were all down to her, however the make-up was all down to me and luckily for me given by the reaction and compliments (shucks) I got all night, it was a look that came together very well. Enough modesty here, back to the story… MORE
4. BNO – Smoking in the Attic – Pink Punters
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
Simon Ross escorts me across to meet the other girls…..
Simon escorts me from the bar across to a table and invites me to take a seat, there’s a few other girls around the table. Settling in my seat I am straight in to that little bag for my cigarettes and lighter. Simons complimenting me on my look, “Well we are really glad you made it, not what I was expecting, you look, well very sexy in a glam casual way , and that figure?”.
Posing at BNO for the Camera
He’s sort of giving me that wow sort of look, you know the one where he could almost reach down to pick his jaw up from the floor (LOL), so I am starting to feel relaxed now. Jennifer arrives a few moments later, expressing how glad she is I made it and introducing me to Ferri, also a 1st time girl. Introductions out the way, and into the bag to light up another ciggie, Ferris already got one going, she’s smoking a menthol one so that’s something else we got in common… Simon still by my side very politely asks if I would mind if he took my picture producing a digital camera (I wondered why he was fiddling in his pocket!), now being the vain girl I am “Of course, feel free”.
Trying to look natural and not to posy (yeagh right) Simon takes a few snaps, the angle I guess should have got Ferri in too, but we will have to see. Simon explaining to me that he is a photographer now, well not quite professional, attention wanders round the room, “could I ask you to do a pose over there” referring to what looked like a mini bar at the back of the attic (minus the drinks), you know the sort, swing hatch in the middle about 4.5 feet high. “No problem”, out of my seat and across I went know oblivious to everyone in the room I decides to perch my backside right up on the bar, legs and heels hanging over the side. MORE
5. BNO – Talking make-up
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
I notice a slight disappointed look in his face and then a realization that this could work, he started snapping away. (I guess he likes to direct his model’s when he is taking picture’s, but this girl had her own ideas, never mind Simon maybe I will take direction if you get me into the studio for a shoot..). When Simon’s finished getting his shots a gracefully climb down from the bar (well sort of fell off) and return to the table.
Robyn and a Tranny
Simon expressing how good the photos looked, shame it was a bit Smokey though.. Mmm aren’t bars always Smokey? Back at the table, I settle down to chat with Ferri who turned out to be a real hoot despite it being her first outing, 1st subject on the menu was make-up, I am sure she started that one, so we chat about make-up and stuff, turns out she’s an artist, and how she likes too paint.. “Me too, cant you tell” I joked.
Chatting away, she mentions about my eyebrows, yes they are thinnish, and yes I do pluck, but they are really fatter than they look! Ferri inquisitively asks how I achieved the eyebrow look, “Do you pencil them in?”.. “Shit no, that’s to harsh, Simple foundation does a bit to lighten them, some dark eye shadow on the end of a very fine shadow brush, you know the ones that are fine and flat, then simply dab on a bit at a time to get the brow shape”, and that’s where we get into some nice generally chit chat, her revealing that she is an artist, so she would have a go at my tip.
Suffice to say that’s where we get in to some general chit chat and generally get on. We somehow got onto the subject of breasts, I think I commented on hers, yeagh I know, dumb blonde cant remember the details! Err was a brunette that night and some things just don’t get said. MORE
6. BNO – Pink Punters – Talking false breasts
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
Explaining my C cups where silicone (It’s amazing how how often this subject crops up during the night..LOL).
Ferri tells me her secret, Just small balloons filed with water, you get the weight and the bounce, but perhaps not always the right shape for everyone. On her it looked perfectly natural to me, “Would love silicones, but they are so expensive”, explains Ferri, and I think “wish I had thought of her method, would have saved me a fortune”.
Blond Robyn at Pink Punters
I advised Ferri of another method, what would probably work for her. I explained “you could use a pair of pop socks and bird seed, fill the pop sock with an amount of seed, twist to a ball, fold, twist and ball a few more times, then you will be able to mould shape, and fill bra”. Further explaining “apart from the shape you achieve, you also get the weight and depending on the bra a certain amount of bounce, feeling and looking more natural.” Ferri being intrigued with that said “will have to give that a go”, and she did…
I got her email as I am writing this..”I tried your tip with the pop socks and bird seed. It really works. The trouble was I over estimated how many packets of “Trill” was needed.
If you happen to have a budgie I think I can supply you enough seed to last the little bugger 18 months. “ As you would expect the conversation flows, Ferri offering me her Cigs, and we get on to other subjects like, “how do you achieve that figure?”, duct tape and stapler gun to the operating theatre please nurse! MORE
7. BNO – Pink Punters – Great Music
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
At some point later I wonder back to the bar and subsequently ordered 1/2 a pint from the barman. No sooner than had I ordered; then a familiar face appeared, “Hiya Robyn it’s Emma!”, we had been in touch through TVChix, so was great to see a familiar face, Greetings out the way and the barman asking for £4.20 (or something), Emma asks did you order a pint (probably thinking not very lady like), “No, asked for a half, well never mind”.
She picks up her 1/2 pint and I invite her back to the table to join us… Emma Marks joins us…. ”So glad you could make it. Wow look at you”…Complimenting me on my look (haven’t we been here before?). Emma’s wearing a sensible pair of shoes bare legs and a dress. I was later to find out that would have been more practical.
Pink Punters - Great Music
But I am not practical and just love to be in very high heels, much to the admiration of other guests on the night. The 3 of us sitting at the table together now chatted away as if we had been old friends for years.
Getting on to subjects like shoes and so forth. Emma’s proud of her hair free legs, and they are, some people are just so lucky. The usual offering of Cigarettes between us, reckon I must have had a fag in my gob for most of the evening, was canny that we all smoke menthols…
Now the conversation and interactions, where not just limited to the 3 of us during the night, also with us around the table where Ginna, DeeDee and others. The music’s beating away on the dance floor below, Emma’s doing a little jiggle on her way back from the bar and I figure it’s time for a dance. Ferrie’s not up for a dance, she’s a little shy I guess, and it is her first night too. MORE
8. BNO – Pink Punters – Dancing in High Heels
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
Me being the shy girl I am on the other hand head of to the dance floor downstairs. Now I really am a little nervous because it’s a real mixed crowd downstairs and until now I have kept my company to the other TGirls upstairs and don’t know what sort of reaction or attention I am going to get downstairs on the dance floor.
To be honest if it where not for Emma I doubt I would have made it as far as the dance floor. Well someone had to help hold me up in these heels. Down the stairs we went, I am sure Emma wanted to follow just so she could watch my bum wiggle as I trotted of down the stairs in my tight satin trousers.. LOL…
Pink Punters - Great Music
Drinks down on one of the pillars next to the dance floor and on we went. The music’s loud beauty and intoxicating, the base so hard I could feel the floor vibrating under my feet, now that’s a new place to feel vibrations I thought… Now Emma’s, jiggling away in her sensible shoes and I found to my horror that I simply could not dance in these shoes very well (unlike my male mode persona). How do girls manage to dance in high heels? Maybe mine where way to high for that?
If your wondering what shoes exactly I was wearing, here they are in the picture on the right.
Emma’s to my left and a real sexy GG girl to my right, now we are not with her, she’s just there giving it some on the dance floor in her sexy little outfit and her flat fluffy boots, Gee that girls got some rhythm.
I gave her a little admiring wink and a go girl expression, still trying to get some rhythm in these heels myself. She came over (still dancing) and I said Hi, “Gee I whish I could dance as well as you!” I exclaimed , well actually ; shouting at the top of my voice (Darn sounded like a rough bloke from a building site), she sort of gave me a funny look, got down on her hands and knees and took a real good side sweep of my heels, me grabbing Emma’s attention “Is it the GG girls or blokes that are supposed to be grovelling at my feet?”. MORE
9. BNO – Pink Punters – The Girl on the Stairs
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
She got back up and gave me a thumbs up and continued her merry dance. Gee surly she knew I was a tranny..LOL…
After a few dance’s and a few more swigs on our drinks Emma and I decided to head back-up stairs to cool down (it really is cool up there compared to the dance floor area). This time I am following her, in my haste not to lose site of her (remember I am shy) I crossed a pretty GG girl on the stairs.
Robyn and a Girl
“Hey it’s rude to cross on the stairs”, she tells me off and by this point Emma’s out of site. Then there was the girl on the stairs. She was quite a petite lass, about 5ft I guess, very pretty with shoulder length curly (maybe slightly longer) hair.
I Moved from her side and back down the stairs a little to allow others coming down to pass, apologising for getting in the way, arm on the rail as if I was putting it around her (seemingly in hindsight slipping back into male mode) as I chatted to her and we exchanged compliments, her asking if I did my own make-up and whether the hips and bum where real? Any way we where to bump into each other a few more times the night was out and with each one she gave me a big hug..
Finally making in to the top of the stairs Emma’s there waiting for me and we head back to the table to re-join Ferrie. Cigarettes out again, and back into some conversation, I think it was at this point one of the other girls came over to say Hi! Forgetting about my lippo planting a peck on her cheek, “bet you lift a big kiss mark!”, Aww “so sorry, have to learn the French way of doing this, if ya know what I mean”.
Or I could always by some lip seal for next time. All in all everyone’s chatting and generally getting on. Simons back with his camera and wants to get some group shots in. Myself, Jennifer and a few others are lined up in the open space at the end of the bar and Simons back in his directive ways with his camera and checking the shots. MORE
10. BNO – Going Out Cross Dressed – Toilets – Ladies or Gents?
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
I felt it was a shame he was not in any of these so offered to swap places and get him into the group photo too, Simon trying to explain to me how to use a digital camera explaining I had to press the shutter half way down to get the focus first, Gee never knew that…LOL. anyway Some blonde comes over to Emma whilst this is going on and puts her arm around Emma’s shoulder, Gee Emma’s face. Glad I was not drinking milk, would have curdled!!..
Blond Robyn at Pink Punters
Back at the table I am just finishing off that pint that should have been a half and DeeDee beckons my attention.. “Do you know you got lipstick on your nose?” she asks. “Lipstick!!! How that get there, wow shit, I must look like a right clown?”, DeeDee by this point was whipping out the tissue and having a go at removing the offending lipstick from my nose without too much success.
This I did not mind (what girl would mind the attentions of DeeDee, chuckle) especially as my make-up had the staying power of a Joan Collins foundation applied with a trowel, and so it seemed did the lipstick. Whipping out my powder and puff from that little hand bag I applied and smoothed powder over my nose to cover up the offending mark. “No mirror?”, “Well I am not that vain you know!” I chuckled.
Asking her to confirm that the offending mark was no longer visible? Now I know why girls don’t drink pints, and another reason I found out for this too is that one does not have to visit the loo to often.
A half pint of lager later I really was ready for that visit to the loo, asking Emma “Do I use the Ladies or the Gents”, “The ladies! she laughed back at me, do you want me to give you a hand? I mean accompany you?”, Looking at Emma I asked if she wouldn’t mind accompanying me that is.
The loos are in the basement, so it was down to the ground floor main dance area and down another set of stairs onto a cobbled basement floor. Now this was a challenge to walk in in these heels and I am wondering how the girls manage the village in Manchester, and i do consider myself adept in heels, well as long as they are not 7″ flat sole ones.
Anyway Emmas’s way ahead of me waiting at the ladies entrance for me as I was delayed on the way from the stairs to the entrance by a bloke vowing for my attention. MORE
11. BNO – Pink Punters – Friendly people
Pink Punters - Milton Keynes, hosts BNO
Into the ladies I go with Emma only to find to my comfort that there where no urinals (well of course not!), just had an image in my mind of a beautiful tranny stood up pissing into a urinal, ahhhh hang on that’s Transmission not Pink Punters..
Robyn and a Girl
HeeHee. OK; set of cubicles to the right, sinks and mirrors to the left complete with GG girl doing her make-up who incidentally never batted an eyelid at me. (Shame nice looking gal) Emma saying should would wait for me. OK into the cubicle I went, to fight through the 50 layers if padding that made up me curves, scissors out of my bag to cut through the packing tape that makes me waist, and…
Well you get the idea. After what must have seemed an hour or four (LOL) to Emma I re-emerged, voluptuous curves (yeagh right). Emma’s touching up her make-up as I re-appear, and I decide to do the same, I’m sure I had a trowel in my bag for my make-up when I entered the club? All touched up (the make-up) Emma and I leave the ladies, I look like a right twit struggling on that cobbled floor in those high heels again, and back up the stairs to the attic…
So what did you expect would happen with me and Emma in the ladies then? So it’s a case of more girly talks, Emma, Ferrrie and myself, chat away like we are old friends, and the general social intercourse with the other girls at our table. I got Gina’s attention, admiring her lovely leg’s covered in silky shiny nylon, with a tantalising satin mini skirt. A point of topic I made it, complimenting her on that skirt and how I got one like it. Some shopping comparisons and her checking the label just to see if we shop the same LOL.
You know I had that skirt with me (eat your heart out {name_here}) I told Gina “almost wore it tonight, but went with the satin trousers instead”, I explained admitting I did not want to much male attention… Little did I know I was going to get some, in more ways than one as the night progressed.. Emma and I head downstairs to the dance floor again, just to prove I cant dance in heels, stuck to the floor like last time, Gee I will bring my ballerina shoes and fairy out fit next time.. But do I care? So we are doing the dance thing and some little blonde girls, like “come on and dance with us”, to us both, “wanna get loads of your type up for a dance”, she’s bending Emma’s ear too.
