He was in his late thirties and he provided my gear. I regularly went to his flat where I dressed for him. He made me submit to him and I have always ...een a submissive. I was regularly tied to the bed and spanked.This was when I received my first caning and suffered real pain. I came so hard during the first caning that I knew I was to take the pain going forward. He also introduced me to tit and nipple abuse, which again has stayed with me. I regularly met this man until he found a new. "Um, goodnight... Daddy." I replied.Once back in my room for the first time in what seemed like forever, Itook a look in my full-length wall mirror. I was thin, short, and notespecially curvy. My hands and feet were so tiny; as a man, they'd beenproportionately big for my height. I stared at my face - I thought Icould recognize myself within it, but I doubted anybody else would. Mybrown hair was now a brown-red and a little longer than it had been; mytanned skin had turned to light freckling. I. " Then she walked off.I stood there for a second, staring at her teenage ass, dirty, perverted sexual thoughts running through my head. All I had on my mind right then and there was going back into my house, masturbating something fierce, and blowing cum all over the place. I didn't quite get the chance, because what happened next was totally unexpected.I was heading into the garage, and a few minutes later, came back out to find Katie standing just outside of their fence. She looked at me, a. ‘She told you about him, that scumbag that called himself family? I swear to god if he ever gets out of prison I’ll be going in myself for murder’. His mouth stops in a hard line after his words left. He looks frustrated and makes a fist before resting his forehead on it. He looks lost, like a predator that’s lost its’ prey. I have the urge to cuddle him and protect him with warm words but I know nothing I do will stop the memories coming back from the trial against his uncle. The memories of.