Several of the transsexuals who call me Master are, indeed, slutty subs. This is the story of my first meeting with one of them.

Having gotten to know her well before our meeting was essential to a satisfying experience for both of us. She came into the room as I opened the door, dressed in sweats and looking a bit nervous. As I locked the door, I ordered her to get out of them and picked up my black rawhide quirt off the table, stroking it as she quickly obeyed. Standing with her head bowed after she finished, I walked around her slowly as I surveyed the outfit that was now revealed.

All she wore was a tank top, cut off just below her small breasts, and a pair of very tight shorts that were cut severely, leaving most of her ass exposed. I reached under the waistband in back and pulled the strap of a thong I had told her to wear into view. She jumped a little, then visibly shivered as I ran the quirt lightly down her back before I popped her sharply on the arse with it.

“Assume the position slut!” I growled as she quickly kneeled with her forehead near the floor and her arms held stiffly at her sides. I chose a length of rope from what I had laid out on the table and grabbed her hands roughly as I began binding her wrists together just tight enough that she couldn’t wiggle loose.

Picking her up by the arms, I then hauled her over to the bed before she could get her feet under her and dropped her upon it with her legs hanging off the side. As I pulled her shorts off, she attempted to push herself further onto the bed and I slapped her ass sharply and growled, “Stay where I put you, slut! I’ll let you know when I want you to move.”

Jerking the shorts on down and off her legs roughly, I placed one hand firmly in the small of her back as my other hand began blistering her rear while telling her that this was for arriving three minutes past the appointed time I had set earlier.

She was whimpering as I fetched a spiked, black, leather collar from the table and attached it to her neck. Then I stood back and said, “Come here slut.”

As she got her knees under her and moved towards me, she kept her head bowed until I grabbed her by the hair with one hand while I unfastened my pants with the other. Guiding her face to my crotch as my now engorged cock slipped out of my jeans, I ordered her to take it into her mouth like a good little girl. She mumbled, “Yes Daddy,” as my shaft slid between her luscious lips. As she began to suck me I humped her face hard while holding her head firmly in place. She gagged a little as I forced my entire length deep into her throat before withdrawing it almost completely, then driving it home again and again.

“Suck that cock, you slutty bitch,” I growled as I continue humping her face, knowing she wanted more abuse than I was giving her as of yet. She sucked as best she could as I face fucked her relentlessly, not slowing at all until I felt myself about to come. I withdrew quickly at that point and ordered her to open wide as I jacked