Master was pretty bored last Saturday night and about 8.30pm he instructed me to dress slutty and go and stand on the overpass bridge. This bridge takes you down to the bus stops on the local part of our motorway. It is very busy during week days as it is a major arterial for people going and coming from work. Saturday nights around that time are pretty quiet with a few people coming home from a day in the city. It then hots up after 12 midnight as all the party animals are coming home.

Having experienced this type of humiliation before and with no one looking after me I choose wet looking leggings, a skimpy top and heels. Normally this would stop anyone from trying to fuck me in my arse hole. I can only go down with my small hand bag filled with over 20 condoms and a packet of cigarettes. This is the only time that Master lets me smoke as he thinks that it adds to the whole slutty scene. He does not even come to watch me, but then wants me to describe every event. Not once have I been fucked or even seduced when previously carrying out this humiliation. As usual it was very quiet standing under thye street light in full view, and after the first half hour my only visitors were an elderely couple. As I am not allowed to wear a watch I have to ask any passer by for the time to check if I have been there for the required time. After making my enquiry with the gentleman they both looked me up and down and then told me the time. He could not help himself but to give me a parting comment that they hated the fact that people like me used their suburb to perform our disgusting acts and that he should ring the Police right now and lodge a formal complaint. An hour to go and about 15 minutes later 2 guys in their early twenties walked up the stairs coming from the motorway. They walked just past me and then turned around and stood closely in front of me. At first they asked me if I had a light. When I took out my lighter they asked if they could bumb a cigarette from me. It was becoming pretty scarey and I gave them the packet.

The more aggresive one then asked me if I was a prostitute. I said yes. He asked me how much for a hand job. I told him $100 to do the both of them. He reached out to touch my tits and with no bra on my nipples were starting to harden and poke out. I let him run his hands up and down my little titties and my tummy. He could tell that I was getting a thrill. He moved his hands down to my waist and held me tightly for a couple of seconds before trying to move down to my crotch. I immediately put my hands on his hands to stop him going any lower and said no. He said that he wanted to check all the equipment before handing over the money. There was little else that I could do being on my own but to let him feel my crotch. At first my panties gave a feminine feel and his friend tried to kiss me. I quickly told him to fuck off as no kissing allowed. I was happy to suck them off but that was it. The other guy continued to stroke my crotch thinking I was a female but it did not take long to change his mind after my cock slipped out from under my panty. Where they going to bash me or something else?

He smiled at me and grabbed the crotch of my pants and pulled me to my knees. No payment for a fag but you will still suck me won't you. I told him yes as he pulled his cock out. While I fondled it with my hands he let me put a condom on and I immediately attacked it with my mouth. I was sucking him furiously and biting it every now and again as I had decided that it was going to be a painfull enjoyment for him. I loved doing him and he loved me doing it to him. His friend had his cock out and as I sucked the first cock I held his ever increasing tool in my free hand. The other cock was covered with a condom and I took both cocks in my mouth at the same time. It was obvious that the boys were loving it, but not half as much as me. I had barely started on the two of them when we were blinded by a set of headlights on high beam followed by  flashing blue and red lights. Coppers one of the guys said before taking off in the opposite direction. I was left there on my knees as the Police with the lights still on started to walk up to me. I stood up and before they arrived instructed not to move.

This was going to be pretty hard to explain but I hopped that they might just warn me and let me go home. I told them that the boys and I had mutually agreed to the sex act otherwise I could be arrested for prostitution. I certainly did not want to use the defence that they had tried to rape me as that would end up in interviews, examinations and possibly court cases. They searched my handbag and found no money, only the condoms and empty packets on the ground. For a second I thought that I might get away with it until they asked me for my name and some identification. Candi Bimbo was not going to do it for me especially as I had no identification. I gave them my male name with the expected response, do you dress often. I am dressed fem all the time and taking hormones. Where do I live. I dare not give them Master's address, so I gave them John's address. John was my previous Master and we were still friends. He would vouch for me if the Police contacted him. The Police man told me that there was sufficient evidence to indicate that I was soliciting in a public area and I was under arrest. It was difficult to make any sort of defence when I had been caught red handed doing the deed, a huge number of condoms in my bag and I was a guy dressed up to look like a pretty attractive female. I was asked if I was carrying anything. Little chance of that with the tight and skimpy outfit that I was wearing.

For some reason I was handcuffed and lead back to the police car. There was certainly little chance of me being a flight risk. I was placed in the back seat. This situation is one that regularly arouses me. My hands handcuffed behind my back and put into the back seat of the police car with a burly police man on one side and a police lady on the other side. The police man takes his cock out for me to suck on the way to the station. He cums in my mouth. At the police station I am subjected to a brutal cavity search followed by torture to extract the information.

Unfortunately my dreams did not come true this time. I was finger printed and allowed to call Jacques to come and bail me out and take me home. My court hearing is set down for the second week in November. Master thought the whole thing was so funny but he was angry that I let some guys get a sexual favour from me without payment. He bent me over the punishment rail but did not tie my wrists. Instead he placed string loops on my nipples and secured the string to rings secured in the floor. To avoid the possible risk of my nipples being ripped out I was secured without any possible movement. He then canned my arse with six on each arse cheek. My arse hole was filled with the larger plug and I was sent to bed.

The following day was Sunday and it was a nice sunny day. I sun baked in my bikini panties for a couple of hours. Mistress came out and sat with me in the sun for about an hour. We went over the events from the previous night. From her experience as a practicing barrister she was fairly certain that the worst I could expect would be a warning and a fine if it was my first offence. I told her that my only other involvement with police was 18 months ago when the police were called and I was removed from a licensed premises for obscene behaviour when kissing a female who had placed her hand under my skirt and was fondling me. I was sure that nothing was documented except for being banned from the hotel for 6 weeks.