Today 4 years ago was my first visit to a beauty salon to start my full full time life as a passable tranny. My dream was to have as close to possible a feminine look with breasts, hips, arse and face that people would find attractive and would like to be in my company. I love to dress as fem and sexy as possible while retaining my cock as this cross dressing vice turns me on so much and that excitement is expressed through my cock being aroused and able to still cum occasionaly. A strict hormone program, an almost daily electrolis program in the early stages that was extremely painful, minor surgery, botox, and regular ongoing visits to the salon has resulted in a body and life that I would not want to change with anyone. I crave sex with men or women all the time. Over the years I have become more passive to dominant people over the years and will do most things for them. My current Master has instiled in me the non negotiable to practice safe sex at all times in order that I am not putting myself or my partners at risk. I owe him and my previous Master an undieing token of appreciation as I do not think that I would have had the guts to go full time fem in the first place, and if I did, with my sexual urges I would probably be dead from some desease, a drug addict and dirty hooker somewhere selling myself for anything to pay my pimp and my drug habit.

I was so lucky to come in contact with the Bondage Club when I did. It was formed by John (my first Master), my current Master, Jacques, Matt and another man. They all started out in the building trade with my current Master in banking and he provided finance for some of their projects. John and Jacques are still partners in a small building business who do small household renovations. Matt now runs a tattoo and piercing parlour that I frequent regularly. The other man went into shopping centre development and management. All of these men used their love of bondage and torture to their benefit. As their vices were not the expectations for a normal person and some of them held high positions in the community it was important to keep a low profile. The club gave them that low profile and also meant that they could control the people invited to join. Not all their wives were the same way inclined although they were always invited and could make up their own minds about their involvement. Although it was common knowledge that all male members and some female members had male, female or tranny slaves that they regularly fucked, it was in general accepted by spouses due to the documented and known history of all participants. The club gave me the privacy that I needed during transition, a regular exposure to my sexual and physical desires that continues to this day and an outlet to meet people outside the club who have similar vices to mine.

I initially lived with John for two and half years. Until my male persona begain to break down and I begain to feel and act femme I literally hid in his bedroom. Every day I would shave my legs and my underarms to give me a smooth feel I constantly practised putting make up on and painting my nails. Bambi who I talked about in previous blogs was my constant companion during these times helping me with all the girly things including how to walk properly. She taught me how to suck cock properly and regularly fucked my arse with the rubber dildo that she made me practice sucking on. Luckily half way through John got pissed off at us making his bedroom smell girly and John's wife allowed us to use hers. This was so much better as the decor was so much more feminine. Also John's bedroom was so male and the rubber sheets on his bed were terrible. also on many occasions we would have to put up with the moans of one of his bed mates being hung up on the pole in his room by the balls or something else very painful.

I was also visited occasionaly by Joy from the beauty parlour and Cassie who had become my best tranny friend. Along with Bambi they would try different styles on me, bring odd pieces of clothing over for me to try on, play with each other's sex parts and generally try to have girly fun. My relationship with John's wife Claire had always been a little cold, mainly because of his vices and me being around. That certainly changed for the best one day when Cassie, Joy and I were on Claire's bed gossiping about nothing in particular, when Cassie asked, do you think Claire would like to join us. I was on a non fratenisation, be dressed at all times and do my chores regime so I was too scared to ask her. Cassie went out and we could hear her introduce herself and then invite Claire to join us. Claire was very happy to join us and she came in and sat on the bed with us. This always meant some degree of touching especially with an extra body. Introductions to Joy were made and we talked about the weather and a whole lot of other mundane things. Cassie enquired about Claire's life and arrangement with John. The whole thing came out about their early life together and how happy they were and then John's change to gay sex. Claire looked about to cry and Cassie reached across to hug her. Claire started to cry and told us how lonely she felt. Joy and I also reached over and started to console Claire. We were all hugging each other when Cassie reached over and kissed Claire on the lips. She responded to Cassie's kiss and they started to tongue each other.

Claire was in her fifties and is a fitness fanatic. As she allowed Joy and I to slowly strip her she continued to kiss Cassie. Joy and I started to kiss her tight tummy, breasts and nipples. I slowly licked the inside of her belly button as Cassie removed her top so that Claire could lick her upper body. Joy and I contined to tease Claire by licking her all over, including her legs, ankles and feet. We sucked her toes and made her jump as we ran our finger nails along the souls of her feet. We came back up her body and stopped at her clit, licking the inside area of her legs and around  her fuck hole. She and Cassie went into the 69 position with Claire on top. Joy and I started to lick her arse rim before our tongues entered her arse hole. Claire knew that all 3 of us were trannies but she was not fighting as both her holes were being fucked. By now both Joy and Cassie were naked. Claire came up for breath and sat on the bed reaching out for the 2 cocks which she immediately put in her mouth and started to suck them. The sight of this made me go extremely hard as I undressed. All 4 four us now fully naked Cassie rolled Claire onto her side and entered her at the front. Joy nestled up against Claire's back and entered her arse hole ever so carefully. Claire had never been arse fucked. She was moaning with extreme pleasure and begging for more. She yelled out begging to be hurt as she reached out to take my cock which she put into her mouth and started to suck. Cassie and Joy increased the tempo of their in and out penetration calling her a slut and that they were going to fuck her until she was sore. Claire was so turned on as she took the fucking and sucked and bite my cock to the point that I could not hold any more and I blew my load in her mouth. Like a cat she licked up excess cum and swallowed it all before focusing all her attention on the two cocks riding her. Both girls pulled out before cuming and sprayed Claire's tummy and face. They forced her face down to her tummy and made her lick the mess up. We finished up our little activity with a naked swim in the pool to cool down and clean ourselves up.

From then on if John was not at home Claire had no problem if I was naked and on occasions we would fuck each other. I am pretty sure that Claire and Cassie met each other for you know what after that. Never at home so it must have been at Cassie's place. My improved relationship with Claire came at the best time as by now I had developed breasts and feminine curves. I just loved to perve on myself all natural.

I also used this time to make numerous visits to Matt's parlour to finish my piercings and tattoos. I had my nipples and tongue pierced. The tongue piercing really gave me a bimbo lisp which I loved as by this time my hair had been dyed silver blonde. Previous tattoo work was a small English rose on the back of my right shoulder, Entry At Rear on my tummy area just above my cock,the words slave girl on the inside of my right wrist, and the slut tattoo on the back of my waist line. Additional work done by Matt was a picture of a naked harem slave with heels and veil on on my left wrist to match the slave girl writing on the other wrist. I wore my ankle bracelet on my right anklle and Matt tattooed one on my left ankle. Above that was a blur ringed octupuss on the outside of my ankle. The octupuss is I think only found in Australia. Is a pretty little thing but very poisionish. On the outside of my other ankle I had a small Playboy bunny icon. Butterflies on both arse cheeks. Matt tattooed asian emblems on my tummy. Not sure what they meant. Later I had 3 little interlocking hearts up part of my right side with a capitol C in the middle of each one and the words under them Girl Friends For Life. Both Cassie and Claire had this motif at the same spot on their bodies to signify our friendship although Claire did not get the words done in case she met Mr Right later on and she did not want to have to explain her lesbian tendecies. The last tattoo was a skull above a Harley motor cycle on the base at the back of my neck. This one came much later and was the symbol of Matt's biker group.

This last one came about when I was out in public a lot more and I had taken up a part time position of hostess at Matt's parlour. Previously he had a full time girl called Julie working there and she was also a member of the biker. Matt is a mature age gentleman and Julie at the time was in her early twenties. They had got married and she was no longer interested in full time. I covered the hours that Julie did not work. A lot of Matt's work is for bikers and trannies. As a result I was perfect for the work as besides doing all the customer greeting and prep work Matt could also show off his work done on me. Going topless or naked did not worry me. Besides being a good earner for me to pay back Matt for the work that he had done I was also allowed to convert a vacant room to do tricks on selected clients who wanted extra services. I was always available for Matt if he wanted a blow job or fuck my arse. Julie knew what was going on but she appeared not too concerned as she was experiencing a difficult pregnancy and I was providing a service without any other difficulties. I also accompanied him on a few bike trips that the club did and also to some parties. Being a tranny did not always endear me to the female members although I did what I could not to enflame things and hung around Matt as much as possible.

One night on my way home I was passing the hotel that the bikie group regularly drank at and I thought they must have been there due to the large number of bikes parked outside. I went inside to say hello but unfortunately it was not Matt's group, and I had stumbled in on another group. Being well known they knew immediately that I hung out with Matt. I had a choice to bolt and try and get away or get humiliated for a few hours. There was no way that they would do any harm to me so I thought it was best not to panic. The leader came up to me and grabbed me by the hair. He kissed me and directed that I sit down with the other girls.  The girls pawed me rubbing their hands up and down my breasts and pulling my nipples with their fingers. I was ordered to take off my top which I did. I was wearing a training bra which got a lot of laughs and one of the girls pulled my breasts out of the cups. I was forced to sit on the ground in front of the girls and for the rest of the night they stroked my hair and breasts like a little dog. Every now and again one of the girls would make me kiss her arse cheek or a guy would come up and shove his crotch into my face. At the end of the night when they were ready to go home I was pushed face down on the floor and the gang leader's mole put her foot on my head to hold me down as the other girls completely stripped me. I was forced outside and a lead was attached to my slave collar and the lead padlocked to a street sign. My clothes and the key to the padlock were placed out of my reach as I lay on the footpath hand naked and helpless. I could hear their leader on his mobile to Matt to let him know what had gone on. As I listened all of the women squatted around me and sprayed me with their pee. The ultimate insult as they drove off. At that time of early morning there is very little traffic although a couple did walk by. I asked them to give me the key but they walked off quickly not wanting to become involved.

About 15 minutes later Matt turned up and released me. I got dressed and he took me home. Members of Matt's club were very impressed how I conducted myself that night and I was elected a member. My relationship with all members was much better after that and Matt tattood the club emblem on the back of my neck which was always done for female members.