Yesterday I went out with our neighbour Sandy for some lunch and a little window shopping for me. I got back home about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and Thomas was sitting in the lounge room. Persomally this lack of privacy pisses me off with the 3 boys paying our rent all have a key and let themselves in whenever they want. Obviously whether we are at home or not. Although I can not prove I think someone regularly goes through my stuff, especially my frillies, makeup and wigs and extensions. Who knows, possibly it is Ely as the boys certainly do not give any indication of being gender bender.

To say that he was pissed off would be an understatement. Besides that he was very very very drunk. He yelled and he screamed at me, calling me everything foul that he could think of for keeping him waiting. I am not a mind reader and I do not know when he is coming over. I communicated my thoughts to him in a particularly rude manner and insulted his manhood. For the first time ever he got really rough with me. He ran at me and grabbed me by the throat with both of his hands. He lifted me totally off the ground and shook me violently. As I choked I tried to apologise and asked him to let me down. He dropped me and grabbed me by the hair as I tried to get up. He effectively dragged me by the hair through to the spare bedroom and took out some rope. He then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back out into the lounge room.

He then told me to strip. I immediately did what he said and started to make a move towards him to cuddle him. He pushed me back and started slapping me across the face, and my tits and my cock. He grabbed me with one hand under my ball sack to try and lift me again. I screamed out that he was hurting me too much and to please stop. Instead he instructed me to squat and quickly used the rope to tie around each thigh so that I was restrained in that position. Next he tied each of my wrists to my legs. He then went and sat down. I tried to reason with him that I could not stay like this for long. My legs and thighs were already starting to burn. I told him that I understood that probably he had overreacted because of the liquid lunch and he really was not like this normally. Rather than get agrivated this seemed to call him down although he made no effort to let me up. In fact he started to throw different nick naks in the room at me. He soon tired of that and told me to waddle over to him. I told him that I could not. He got up and came over to me. He hit me once on the back of the head and started to pull me again by the hair. When I got to the lounge he sat down again and told me to pay homage to his cock. He pulled my head into his crotch and at first I had to nibble and lick his cock through his pants. Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock for me to suck. He was particular that I take his growing tool in my mouth and run my tongue up and down his shaft.

This really pacified him although the way I was tied up was killing my legs. Finally he lent me forward on the lounge and tried to penetrate me in my arse hole. I really needed a good fuck and I moaned and groaned in absolute delight and begged him to fuck me harder. He was really into it by now and was fucking me so hard that being tied up didn't worry me any more. He exploded in me and almost immediately pulled his cock out. He then started to smack my arse repeatedly telling me that I was a very naughty girl and on all future occasions I must show more respect to him. I apologised, I cried, I asked him to stop, I told him I would be a good girl in the future, but nothing stopped him until his arm got too sore to hit me anymore. He then dropped me on the cold kitchen floor and went for a shower.

By the time he came back I was shivering from the cold. He started to untie me when he accidently hit me across my right eyebrow with his pinky ring. I started to bleed like a stuck pig. He actually apolgised but said that I would have to look after myself as he had to get to work. What a prize prick. It was obvious that I would need stitches. By the way have I told you that I am petrified of needles and usually feint at the site of blood?  Not feeling too well I just left the blood mess in the kitchen. I dressed and raided Ely's stash jar. I would need to go to emergency but because I have walked away from my male name and have no identification for my feminine alias I have no way of claiming through the government cover. I would have to pay cash.

The fuck slut with the towel over her eye got plenty of stares on the bus especially as it was packed during peak hour. Luckily a gentleman offered me his seat. The hospital was worst. I registered under my first ever girlie name - Linda Jones and gave my correct address and gender. Word spread through the place and everyone treating me or in my prescence wore gloves and a mask, fearing to pick up a desease from the fag. After I had completed the required forms, the nurse questioned me about how it happened and if it was domestic violence the Police should be called. I assured her that it was an accident although when a couple of Police came in with a bashing victim the nurse pointed me out and they came over to talk to me. The lady police officer obviously did not like trannies and went out of her way to embaress me in front of a crowded waiting room. I asked if we could go somewhere more private. They refused and took down some details. I think luckily I had made a right decision in providing my correct current address, because if I gave them a false one and they went looking for previous convictions and would come up with the previous prostitution matter that was linked to my ex master's home address. He would have been totally pissed off.

Four and a half hours later I finally received treatment. Rather than stitch it they used a glue which I was assured would leave less of a scar than a stitching. After all a girl needs to keep her looks. During my wait I got a call from Ely who ranted and raved about the blood all over the place and the fact that I had taken some of her money without her permission. And to make things worse her married boyfriend was over for the night, and after seeing the state of the place he was having second thoughts about continuing the relationship with her. The blood and cum over the kitchen floor was certainly not very re-assuring. That added with the fact that Thomas has messaged me to be at the brothel first thing Friday morning made the day a total disaster.