"Please what?" I said harshly, for I was enjoying my initial foray into BDSM although I didn't realize it at the time."May I have another?" she added,...still using the tiny voice. I gave her five more slaps, each one harder than its predecessor. Each slap brought out a grunt from my sister, but that was all. I tested her cunt with a finger. It was sopping wet and not from the shower, which I had just shut off.I sent three fingers into her, curling them up as if beckoning her toward me. I found. The other tranny, who had organised it all, was rather seedy, her clothes were not clean and smelled musty and she wasn't to clean either. Plus she was into smoking dope and smoking in general and that just isn't my thing but hey ho, I was just so fucking horny.There was a guy there with a magnificent cock, rock hard, long but not too long and he was obviously turned on by the thought of a threesome. He knew what he was doing, obvious had experience with trannies and although I say it myself,. ” “What you do here you do at your own discretion. I needed nothing before you and I will need nothing after you are gone.” His words were equally cold. “You grip me in anger and with the same anger you pull me off my feet. Your desire to mark me is clear. I know, without yet experiencing but a portion of it, you are capable of great abuse when it comes to me. But, I can tell by what you wear on your back that receiving abuse is not new to you. You have the markings of someone once enslaved.. "Let's get on the bed." He got up."Okay, but I need a wee first." I'm so elegant. Not for the first time, I cursed my clumsy idiocy.He showed me where the bathroom was, and I worried that he could hear me weeing. Considering that the first time we were ever naked in bed together resulted in him scaring me half to death with an enormous fart, it was a ridiculous thing to be anxious about. I quickly washed my hands, and crept out to find him.The flat was dark, and it struck me that again, my.