Previously I blogged about my first visit to a beauty salon for my transformation to girly boy and the pretty tough fucking I received on my first night as a cock sucking slut. At the salon a tranny by the name of Joy who did most of the work on me invited me over to her place the following day for a quiet afternoon of socialising with her boyfriend and 5 other tranny friends. Although I was very sore and walking was difficult after the fucking that my arse had taken, I decided to go as this was a great opportunity to meet other girls. As they was no one to drive me over and with little money I had to catch a bus over to Joy's place. Fortunately there were not many people on the bus and I seemed to pass as feminine in my short grey dress. I must admit to feeling so sexy out in public dressed femme but it also reinforced the major changes that I would have to make in even simple things like walking and my voice. The thing that pissed me me off the most was that I had to shave before applying my makeup which was a pathetic attempt.

Any way I made it to the unit and the first thing to impress was the area and expensive look of the unit block that Joy lived in. I used the security phone and Joy press the security release so that I could come in the door. As I walked in a male voice yelled out "Please hold the door". The gentleman looked to be in his mid sixties and thanked me as we waited for the lift. I smiled at him but was too scared to speak. The lift door opened and I stepped aside holding the door open for him. What a fuck wit I was. Before we entered the lift he said no ladies first. What was at first flattering to be considered female made me go red with embaressment as I had totally continued to take the male role. He was going to the 9th floor and I was going to the 10th floor. As we waited for the elevator to reach our floors I could tell that he wanted to start a conversation with me. He finally plucked up the courage and in a slightly embaressed tone asked me if I was a man in women's clothing. I asked what made him think that. He had previously met Joy and her flatmate and knew about their sexual pervision and that they were running some sort of prostitute service up there. Yes I told him I was. He asked why did I do it and did I work upstairs. Before I could properly answer any of his questions the lift opened at his floor. As he was walking past me I said that I dressed this way as I am beautiful and did he think I was beautiful.

The lift door opened opened the 10 floor which had 4 units on this level. I knocked at the door number Joy had given me and it was opened by the most attractive and beautiful lady that I had  ever met in my life. She asked if I was Candi and she introduced herself as Cassie. She easily stood close to 6 foot 1 in her heels. Well tanned, dark hair, a body to die for and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She let me in and called to Joy who came over and kissed me on the lips. The first thing she said to me was darling who did your make up? I was so embarressed. She said to me not to be embarressed and introduced me to the other guests who had arrived earlier. They were all very nice to me. I was also intoduced to Joy's boyfriend called Pat who owned a high class ladies dress shop in Sydney. She excused the two of us and took me to her bedroom. The unit was fabulous with no cost spared on the furnishings in every room. I wanted a bedroom like hers with an ensuite, walk in closet filled with shoes and clothes. Her makeup collection was amazing. While she did my makeup I mentioned bumping into the older gentleman in the lift. Joy said not to worry and that he was harmless. I also mentioned his comment about prostitution. Without hesitation Joy told me that while both she and Cassie had what she called their day time jobs they made most of their money entertaining guests in the unit. She would give me a more detailed inspection of the unit later.

For now we went out onto the balcony where the majority of guests had now moved to. I was given a white wine and a cigarette. Not easy to handle when you are not experienced in handling the new fake nails. Joy gave everyone my story about the visit to the salon. Everyone had similar stories and experiences to recount. Even Cassie who at first I thought had to be 100% female with those looks and body gave everyone a good laugh about her early attempts at feminization. The afternoon passed so quickly as I felt so wonderful to be in the company of people similar to me. Joy was going back to Pat's apartment for the night as she had to work the following day for a special client, so they drove me home. Joy's working hours at the salon were usually 10am to 9m Thursday and Friday and 10am to 2pm on Saturday. Sunday and Monday were her days off and the rest of time was spent at her second job or partying. Cassie worked in a pub behind the bar or as a hostess for pretty well the same hours as Joy.

Life then became very mundane and boring. I refused to go out much in the early days I started to develope breasts and a more feminine look. My blood test had come back okay and I started on the hormone treatment. I was impatient and wanted things to happen more quickly. My first reaction was to increase my dosage but both Bambi and Debbie talked me out of it and convinced me to take the safe approach. In the early days the only time I ventured out were my  regular electrolysis appointments to get rid of the man hair and doctor's appointment. No money also did not help.

Bambi was my life at the moment as she spent most days with me. I was forced to live in John's bedroom where we spent most of our time doing girly things. Bambi made me practice for hours on end walking in heels and wiggling my arse. During this training I dreamed I was a hooker out walking the streets trying to pick up tricks. I had to practise sucking cock on a large rubber dildo. I always found this so stupid and not a turn on at well. Bambi would often mock suck the dildo and then jam one end into my arse hole and she would then fuck her hole. We would then play games trying to shove the dildo further down each others arse hole or do a dance to vibrat it. We lay together a lot on the bed talking about anything and everything, cuddling, kissing and fondling each other. I kissed her tits and she loved to play with my cock. I loved to have her cock in my hand and at times sucked it to get some sort of reaction. During this time I has my trongue pierced and the tattoo work finished.Spring and summer in the first year we spent a fair amount of time sunbathing beside the pool. My relationship with John's wife Claire during this time was passable. I helped with the preparation of meals and cleaning the house. After a while she would join us occasionaly to sunbake. We would cover each other in lotion and she became even more comfortable to go topless some of the time. I was topless all of the time as I was under instructions that the only tan line on me was to be from my thong briefs.

It was another story with John. For the first month I could expect at least one visit per day from Jacques or smelly man. It was nearly always the same. Arms and elbows tightly tied behind my back. Legs spead at the ankles. Lifted in the air with my body vertical. Hours of sucking their cock and taking the whole shaft down my throat. Being severly punished if I tried to split the cock out or turn my head away. Having my arse hole severely fucked by their cock or wooden dildoes. Smelly man was the toughest and delighted in pulling my head back and leaving me in that position for hours with my mouth and throat full of his meat. They never tired. John enjoyed different methods of torture. The first was slave for the day. I would be tied up on the bedroom floor at night when ever he had a friend stay. In the morning I would be released initially to take his morning pee. Never scat I hate shit. I would then prepare his breakfast and give him a blow job while kneeling under the table while he ate. Warmer months I would be stacked out in the backyard for a few hours either on my back or on my stomach. My cock in bondage and my little nipples clamped. Hung by the wrists from the tree with my ankles spead and tied to stakes in the ground. Hung upside down with my arms jammed up my back with a loop around my neck. Other times he would hang me upside down from the torture pole in his bedroom. I would be tied at the ankles and lifted into the air and my arse hole would be penetrated by a dildo that was attached half way up the pole. The only position that Claire could release me from if John went out was if I was stacked out in the backyard. Otherwise it was a long wait for John or be released by Jacques or smelly man coming over to torture me some other way.

John's other methods were mainly at night and on weekends in the torture room involving restraint on the cross, in the pillary or his favourite, which was strapes to my wrists and ankles and pulling me up. He delighted in hurting my tongue, my nipples, my arse hole, my balls, cock, feet and toes. His assistant nearly all the time was Bambi to give him his torture tools when they were required. He also used her to suck my cock when he wanted to arouse me. I just loved Bambi sucking my cock or licking my arse hole while I was totally helpless.

About 2 months after my feminization I was regularily set up for enemas. Favourite positions was to secure me on top of a table with elbows and ankles secured to the table top and a nozzle inserted in my arse hole, then connected to a bag that would feed the warm water very slowly into me. Other times water was filled into my arse or mouth very quickly with a garden hose to get a quick and painfull swelling of the stomach. I would then be forced to squat over a bucket to relieve myself or at other times have no alternative but to threw up. Every time if any reflux missed the bucket I was required to clean it up- usually with my tongue and mouth.

Feet torture was something too tough for me. On many occasions John was accompanied by a mistress for this torture. On most occasions it nearly always was that Mistress would punish me for about half an hour. John would come and require that Mistress suck his cock. He would then instruct me to suck his cock. Regardless, he would not be happy how I did him. John would always punish the Mistress by beating her. The Mistress then had her choice how to punish me for the beating that she had received. It nearly always resulted in a canning which on many occasions would involve the soles of my feet. On one particular occasion while John was out of the room she left a cigarette burn in the middle of each of my toes. After that I never saw that Mistress again although I never forgot the pain inflicted or the time that it took to recover.