I enjoyed this, and when he pushed his bell end at my anus, I was more than happy to let him in, relaxing the sphincter so he could enter me there. He...was slightly above me now, leaning over me, grasping at my full tits that were swinging about to his thrusts. I could hear his ragged breathing in my ear, and I reached back between my legs to rub my pulsating pussy, flicking my clit with one stiff digit. I came easily, but I rubbed on knowing that special orgasm was close, and moment later as I. I try to bury it. Deep inside me. The more I try not to think about it, the more it comes back. The more I feel it. I am transgender. I want to be a woman. I need to be a woman.Ever since high school, when I marvelled at lingerie models in the newspaper, pretending to pose like them, feeling jealous of the skirts and tights the girls in my class were wearing, dreaming of being a lesbian submissive, I have struggled to shake it off.I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them. She has long blonde hair, a black full body latex outfit that I like so much, a strapon strapped on her hips, and a whip in her hands.I am looking at her and then at whip, and then the strap on. I know what She wants me to do, so I start to strip down and get on my knees as fast as I can. I know that if I dont do it fast She will use that whip with no mercy. I felt pleased that I wasn't slow. But she wasn't, and she strikes me one time, two times, three times, and says next time slave you will. She wanted to see the city, she confided to her husband, and do a little shopping, perhaps visit the bazaar."What would you buy, if it were possible to go shopping?" he asked."I would look for some digestive biscuits and some Cheddar. I miss my cheese," she replied.Robinson turned to a eunuch."Digestives and Cheddar," he said.Caroline stared at him in sheer disbelief. The eunuch was back in two minutes with a tray on which a cheese board held some Cheddar and Stilton, and a packet of digestives.