Full time punishment finished 1 week earlier on Sunday 12 February 2012. For 3 weeks i suffered at the hands of John and his friends, but mostly with Barbie. She also tattoed her name on my right foot for everyone to see that I am her fuck slut, and pierced under the head of my cock and 2 other piercings on either side of my ball bag to hang weights. More of that in a later blog.

No personal care had been allowed. No make up. No shaving my legs or underarms. No manicures, no pedicures, no Brazilian or eyebrow work. Very little deodorant and no body sprays. Naked all the time.

John sent me inside to shower and pretty myself up as best as possible. John's wife helped me to at least look half attractive. I was to entertain 4 male guests expected later in the day. My clothes were laid out on John's bed. High cut shorts with a red thong, pink stretch top with no bra so that my nipples poked out and sandals. It felt so good to be in clothes and made up. So girly.

I waited for the guests squatting on John's bedroom floor. When they came in I was introduced to each one and they kissed me on the lips. Other than that for most of the time I kept my eyes lowered.  The 4 men sat down around me and started to touch and carress me all over. It made me feel feel so sexy and was so different to my treatment over the previous 3 weeks. They knew I was a tranny but were very comfortable kissing me passionatly and feeling me all over. They begain to undress me as I stroked their tummies under their shirts and run my hands along the crotch lines of their shorts. Pretty soon we were all naked and I was on my back as one man pulled my hands over my head to at first stroke his cock, while another started to gently suck my swelling cock. Another guy lieing beside me reached under me to finger my arse hole. Every so gently at the start but as I started moving to his heavenly stimulation, more fingers entered my hole and the strokes got deeper. I was trapped and could not (but did not want to) get away as the guy previously holding my wrists put his cock in my mouth. It tasted so good and I sucked so hard on it.

I was rolled over onto my hands and heels as they took turns in dogging my arse hole, while others shoved their cocks down my throat. None of my 4 attackers cam in my arse hole but rather sprayed their seed all over me. Once they had all cum I cleaned any excess cum off their cocks and thanked each one invidually for fucking me. While they went outside to join the other guests I went and had another shower to clean up and get dressed.

When I went outside I was introduced to the 4 wives of the guys that had just fucked me. The wives knew what had gone on but they remained friendly through the pissed off looks on their faces. Further down the backyard there were 4 guys much younger than me talking between themselves. John told me to go down and join the 4 guys who were the sons of his guests. I went down and introduced myself to the boys and we shook hands in a dainty fashion that you would expect when greeting a women. They invited me to sit down with them. They seemed to like the fact that sitting down in front of them resulted in my crotch in their full view and the g string of the throng sliding up my back. They had been told that I was a tranny and asked me heaps of the usual questions. Am I really a female or male? Who do I have sex with? Nice tits. I look too beautiful to be a guy. Do I suck cock? Do I let guys fuck my arse? One of the guys thought he was really funny when he asked me if I got periods. Obviously they were more than old enough to know about trannies and probably had seen them on the net, but I believed them when they said that I was the first they had been with in the flesh. Many people become revolted at the mere thought of a tranny but these guys seemed really cool with the whole thing. They were all around 18 years of age and had just started their final year of high school. Although they appeared total macho, they were generally excited when I moved closer and we touched at different times. Nothing serious as it was pretty obvious that their mothers were very uncomfortable with this whole thing. I liked being around them and they treated me nicely as a girl.

3 of the boys had a practice football game for their school team later that afternoon and asked if I could go with them to watch. John said okay and we all went in one car. This gave the 2 boys in the back sitting with me plenty of opportunity to feel me. I enjoyed it and I am pretty sure they did also. The 2 boys in the back with me were pretty excited by the time that we arrived, and before we got out one of them started to kiss me pretty heavy. I responded and gave him a good tongueing. He was the one not playing the game and it appeared that they had agreed between themselves that he would be my main companion. Every where we walked he had hold of me. I loved it and held him tight. Occasionaly we would peek each other on the mouth. He was constantly grabbing my arse. There were many of their school friends at the game and they weree impresed that this guy had an older but obviously very slutty cougar with him. He made a point of introducing me to every one he knew. Each one made sure to give me a little kiss on the cheek or a hug.

When we sat down to watch the game he was starting to get pretty heavy. I whispered in his ear that I liked his atttention but just be careful how far he went in public. He seemed to understand although there was a lot of pashing and when I sat in between his legs, he was grinding me very hard with his cock. I half expected him to cum in his pants at any time. After the game we were invited back to the local hotel for a drink but I had to decline as I knew that John would want me back pretty soon. When we got back to the car, the boys as a group asked if we could drop into his brother's place for a quick visit. I knew what this meant but I went along with it. During the drive back, somehow my head got down between my lover's legs. Although he still had his shorts on he did not have undies and things were starting to look pretty good down there. The brother lived in a 1 bedroom unit. Furniture was very sparse and I was shown the bedroom. The boys wanted to each do me on their own. Apparently a little cock shy. The first 3 got me to blow them off. They did not want to touch my cock or my arse hole. What they did love were my titties and they sucked my nipples until they were sore. You should have seen their faces with the first sight of a naked, and pretty well a full girly figure except for my cock. Don't laugh at me, but I think that they were afraid of it. When my lover came in as the 4th fuck, I acted all girly for him. We sat on the bed as we hugged and grappled each other. We kissed tongue on tongue and he was terribly turned on with my tongue piercing sliding up and down his tongue. He licked my ears, ran his hands over my titties and sucked on my nipples. He reached for my arse and ran his fingers up and down my crack. I groaned as his fingers teased my crack and my cock grew. I gently held his hand against my cock and moved it up and down the shaft. I told not to worry and I would not tell his friends. Just because he plays with my cock does not mean that he is a faggot. My hands moved to his cock as we gently stroked and rubbed each others cock while kissing each other. We were so turned on and I put his cock in my mouth. I told him not to cum as I wanted his tight tool in my hole so that he could fill me. I did not expect him to suck me but at one stage he took my cock in his mouth. It wasn't much of a blow job but I reckon I could have converted him right there and then.

Later I turned on my back and lifted my legs over my head. His cock entered my hole and he pounded me. I licked and whispered dirty things into his ear until he blew a huge load into me. With his cock still in me he kissed me in a most loving fashion.

Through out the day all 4 boys tried on many occasions to get my mobile number or gave me their numbers on a piece of paper. I did not give them my numkber and I destroyed their notes as I knew that Master would not be happy, and that if I did start a relationship, it would probably finish badly or embaressing for one of the boys. They dropped me off at John's place and as their parents had left, they also went home.

Tuesday (Valentine's Day) there was a card for me in John's letter box. The sender did not identify himself but swore his love for me. I was pretty sure who had sent it.