As the hour to leave approached, the excited hostesshurried in to the room to explain that a group of herregular clients had arrived, dressed, and wer... about tohead out to the tranny friendly pub just a short walk fromwhere we were."I told them about our sexy overseas visitor and they allwant to meet you!" I was reluctant at first, but curiousenough not to let the opportunity pass.What a wonderful group of girls, all dolled up and lookingfantastic. "Join us!" they said in chorus. How could. I'm the husband...so i fuck her every night Monday to Saturday! On Saturday morning,i shower,shave(all over)paint my fingers and toes,do my make-up..and become Connie! Maid/slave/lover to Miss Alice the Mistress of my dreams...of any persons dreams really.I serve her/wait on her during the day..pleasing her/masaging her/bathing her/dressing her.I love her very much.I'm expected to please her orally whenever i'm instructed to do so.And as i'm now the "female" in this relationship...i'm fucked. As I am driving down this road my mind drift off to the young man David who I was helping today. He had a charming boyish look to him but I noticed is strong arms. I wondered what it would feel for him to hold me in those arms and kiss me deeply.“Bang! Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.” I hear.I pull over and get out of the car. “God damn it flat tires out here in the middle of know where!”I pull out my phone to call AAA. “Fuck, no signal. You have got to be killing me.”Reluctantly I open up. The reality isn’t pretty. But this was fantasy. As fantasy it was deliciously submissive, but totally not sustainable. So, it remained a subject for fantasy, and play. Actually being cut wasn’t like whip marks. Clitorises, once pruned, they don’t grow back.This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that happened at different times, and with different people, conflated, rewritten, made simple and manageable. IT WAS A GAME we played with each other occasionally while the boys were away in.