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For those of you who are expecting a poetic masterpiece it will be disappointing…. I hope that grammar and spelling go together so far that it is readable…. In this sense, please leave a comment and stars and consider my origin, German heritage and yeah this heritage is given me some funny time to publish this tale.

Friends also part of the community have been proofreading this too and yeah I’m not a professional but it was fine entertainment for them and now the lit proofreading team is killing me with crazy stuff….. s o if this tale is online for you to read, take care my bad grammar may gives a horror trip

Important if you are under 18 please stop reading this tale or may come back later in time after your big step over this hurdle.

This is the second part or second story of the sissy Franziska and her gay experiences. The first story is about my re-education as an absolutely gay submissive faggot. To an extreme feminine sissy pig. The partnership that franziska developed with a dominant sadistic master ended in franziska having a fatal road accident, not connected to the master it was just wrong time wrong place and after more than a year in hospital this journey i am about writing here began.

Originally planned as three weeks of relaxation and beach vacation, this trip became another intense experience, something I will never forget.

You can read the other tale “a sudden change” before but it’s not necessary.

This tale is about my asian trip and the ladyboys — a before unknown species and afterwards role model’s. Ladyboys are called Kathoey in Thailand and this is what the world is calling now sissy or sissy faggots.

But kathoey means much more, so those gurls have made into political careers or successful in different kind of lifestyle related things. They are just Kathoey and part of the society.

And as this tale was rejected first from Literotica proof readers because me using real names. This tale is about my experiences but names have been changed, like my birth giving name isn’t Franziska, because i’m born as a boy, but i love this name dearly. And about a kathoey’s girly name, its the same as they are boys too and using femme ones. But if we try to speak out those thai femme names with a europeans tongue it sounds ridiculously and so the names i use are never matches the real one. So we are save for this topic and yeah its about sexuality. So again if you are under 18 please stop reading this tale.

Its kind of true and definitely filled with fantasy, because after 33 years the memory slips into fantasy. But the main attraction I’m writing about like the victorian dress style or bubble perms or sexual gay activities or degrading myself into a bimbo sissy faggot are true parts of my life still are.

Yes it was a roller coaster ride but i truly fell in love with Nihal.

She was just soooo beautiful so cute a she/he, i don’t know if she was just having fun with franziska or was she just loving it being my lover or my pimp as in a daily job for her.

Yes there was affection, one sided maybe. All of our time we spent together was warm cosy careful sweet – ok definitely at first it may changed after time. 🙈 Or was it just my imagination or it was my wanton inner being manipulating me so everything was perfection. Even her dominating me completely and naturally in the sexual activities, those have been filled with lust passion for a lover or was it her greed for money like a job. Its been long 33 years and maybe I’m confused.

I thought i was more then just a money making livestock, that i became later for her at time i was totally hooked to her as a submissive obedient whore. Yes i became a kind of livestock that was driven by a greed and need to satisfy nihal making her happy. So i may pushed her the way she behaved owning me.

Love it was that made it happen to degrade me humiliate me abuse me rape me, as long as she kissed me or smiled or touched me carefully, even after those abusive scenes – prostitution.

After a full year in a hospital and the necessary physical therapy and trauma therapy I needed a break. One of the guys i was sharing the room with in the hospital was always starting over to telling stories about Asia. In particular Thailand was the country he was absolutely attracted by and had been there for vacation. One weekend after just physical therapy we jumped into my car and the down town village area was destined spending some time.

Strolling around buying some stuff and having a coffee and then a travel agency caught our eye. Half an hour later we left the agency with a clear mindset. Thailand was the destination. The beauty of the country or nature, stunningly beautiful. Finally i was released at time to catch the plane, but my roommate had another surgery to fix some new issues.

So this was my first real journey and i was on my own.

Reaching my destination i was kind of lost, what now and then still at the airport i found this travel guide counter erzurum escort and asked for help. She just smiled and after about fifteen minutes she had decided my traveling route and destination, Koh Samui, an island in the south china sea.

Two days later i was relaxing on a sunny white sandy beach, Chaweng beach. I had found me a simple hut with a small ensuite and electrical power to operate a ventilator, just perfect.

Now all the former worrying slipped aside even the pain was becoming bearable with the warm and sun, still being on painkillers and i started enjoying the process of relaxing, eating tasty food drinking refreshing non alcoholic fruit punch and tasting new fruits i never had eaten before and the amazingly friendly thai people always wearing a sunny smile.

After about a week of long deep healing healthy sleeping night times and just laying on the beach i felt a kind of reenergized. So i started joining the lively activities the village and island offered, at day and night.

I became a regular customer at a little more secluded bar. Me only drinking water or juice was out of the norm and the “barmaids” have been asking me why. That started conversations explaining’s and sharing parts of our lifetime’s even “secrets”.

We have just talked about all our past and daily being, for example me asking about their lifestyle as a kathoey. That was quite interesting getting much more detailed information about the acceptance in the thai society. All in all the easy living in a sunny beach area added just happiness to my living.

One of the kathoey, Nihal had caught my eye, as she was spotting a perm as well wearing Victorian style blouses and skirts only. The style was exactly my favorite, those high neck back buttoned lace ruffle satin blouses with long wide or pleated skirts. Nihal she was just sooo cute and lovely, a overwhelming feminine grace and her dress style i adored and would have worn myself back in germany.

Nihal wasn’t a model type beauty but to me she was it, a very attractive beauty. Even a crooked tooth was sexy as hell. She was slender, sporty fit, always smiling, about 5’11 and her sexy deep raspy English was intoxicating. And some i will recognize a bit later and learn to love or better becoming greedy to use, her magnificent uncut 8″ cock i would have never expected, so well hidden underneath her skirt.

Then one particular Night Nihal was dressed in an all light pink or rose petals colored lace ruffle blouse and pleated skirt, the skirt made of the same material and color.

The blouse had an extreme high stand up collar with an extra lace ruffle topping under the chin around her throat that looked exquisite. It looked like the stiff lace ruffle fabric, like back at queen Victoria times, would carry the heads weight on a ruffle plate. So holding her head up high and straight gave her a special touch. The lace was the shiny artificial polymeric one with extreme puffy short sleeves and three V white lace ruffle lines or layers over the bust area and big gold ornamented buttons down the back. The stiff high collar alone had three such buttons. The skirt was long made of the same lace same color, even those same gold buttons down the back and with the same white lace ruffles ornaments all over. I was speechless staring at her and may truly drooling, not for sure I didn’t.

She was using her dazzling smile and asking me

Nihal

“Are you fine, everything ok or are you taken by my dressing style? You do like this style or this design particularly? I just wear it for you because it’s kind of uncomfortable with this extreme collar and work at the bar.”

I just could nodding and watching, no more brain activity happen, just following her every movement with my eyes was all i could do.

Anyway after the “shock” wore off i was able to talk but still really was watching her every move, she managing – serving the bar, my eyes attached to her by magic. After closing time we had a walk down on the beach, the three kathoey and me.

And yes her dressing was the relevance in our talk. After short time the other two wished as well and left us alone. Nihal was like me too drawn into victorian times and used the more feminine 80’s style to its full potential for her outfits. Every blouse or skirt was similar to this extraordinary outfit she wore now and buttons down the back was a shared magic we had in common we both loved.

Again my past experiences about my master and blonde perm and the submissive sissy nature caught her. She asking some very interesting or intense questions and me sometimes blushing answering as best i could. After her interrogation talk she turned to me gazing into my eyes and then she kissed me.

A Breathtaking kiss later, i looked at her totally stunned and she was just using her dazzling smile. So we talked or kissed again and spending quality time. The only indication that gave her maleness away have been her deep voice and that hard cock of hers rubbing against esat escort me.

We parted early morning after the sunrise and both had truly enjoyed our get together our privacy, sitting on the sandy beach. But then each went to the designated home or hut.

After some hours sleep the noisy outside from the beach woke me up. Taking a shower and then searching for a breakfast place was important after a long night filled with special treats — Nihal and the short sleeping hours.

At the small market in the village i bought some fresh fruits and bakery sweets, before heading down onto the beach. After my healthy breakfast sleep claimed me and it was wonderful regenerative.

It was later that day Nihal surprised me, she found me on the beach, again already immaculate dressed in a cream colored satin Victorian ensemble and that dazzling smile catching me instantly. Falling helplessly into her spider web was my only chance and so i did.

She nonchalantly settled down next to me and kissed me, a long sensual kiss. She started talking, telling me all about her nosy housemates and the questions they have thrown at her about me, while enjoying the left overs from my breakfast, mostly fresh fruits. After she had polishing everything she kissed me again. She then asked me whispering in my ear

Nihal

“Follow me a surprising treat will be in order, would you like that?”

Again i must have lost my ability to talk while kissing her, so i just nodded and like a submissive puppy I followed her. First just through the village and after some time the last houses of the village disappeared a small path through jungle like botanic it was, so beautiful.

And then hidden in the woods, a house appeared. Nihal was sharing this hut with the two other ladyboys, the both managing the bar with her.

After a warm sweet welcome and small talk Nihal got antsy and she forced me into her room. And there on her bed i saw this rose petals pink ensemble, this pure overwhelming feminine essence from last night, even with undies of same color same ruffles.

She just watched my reaction and looked at me smiling or broad grinning?

Nihal

“Would you like me dressing you, franziska? Would you love to be my puppet my lace doll?”

She already using my former femme name, gave me tingles as it was the name given to me by this lovely salon stylist Martina back in germany.

Martina the stylist i was outing myself to and she who helped me in a great deal becoming franziska.

Still standing clued to the spot just nervous as hell eyeing the clothes Nihal pressed a hand on my back and shoved me over. She took the blouse and holding the beautiful top close to my body. Just touching the lace was enough to really force a big reaction out of me, a shy nodding.

Nihal, whispering

“Tell me what you want? Will you be my girl my lace dolly!? Franziska.”

Franziska

“Yes please” was all that left my tongue.

Nihal almost tenderly put the blouse back on the bed, turning and grinning and clapping excitedly her hands and promptly starting undressing me. She so close to me smelling her, feeling her little perm curls or her hands touching my skin gave me goosebumps. My clothes gone with the wind in no time and me still standing like a frozen puppet.

Now she was down to undo my swim trunks then i got really shy and stepped back. An evil grin appeared Nihal turning grabbing the panties laying on the bed another half turn later she presenting them closely to me, more precisely to my nose and stated

Nihal

“All the way or nothing. Can’t have you wearing those ugly swim trunks under the beautiful femme garment or? This is a special pantie to fit your wiiwii in and secure it tightly between your legs. It’s not cleaned or on purpose I didn’t cleaned it, because i have worn it last night until early morning and it’s your fault that this panty is soiled, is having dried up traces of sperm, because you got me so extremely aroused by kissing me and letting me squeeze your bottom. So it’s all or nothing, franziska wearing the blouse and skirt so franziska must wear the panty too.”

I blushed ashamed the heat rising in all body parts unfortunately in my wiiwii too.

The inner greed wearing this extreme beautiful garments won and i nodded, eyes casted down.

Nihal not wasting any time again grabbing the lace panty and holding it to my nose, pressing it tight into my face. I just had to inhale her intense aromatic smell. A smell so intoxicating that a shiver run down my body and the little hairs standing at attention.

She now really rubbing my face into the panties crotch and within short time my little wiiwii got really hard. Then grabbing my swim trunks she pulled them down and a second later i was naked, but my arousal was now clearly visible

Nihal now touched my wiiwii with just two fingers, like being careful not breaking it and commented

Nihal

“My oh my so small so cute, a real tiny mini esenler escort cocklette. Never seen a smaller one. Look it’s twitching between my two fingers, so sweet. A real pathetic little cocklette, every woman would look disgustingly starting laughing out loud. And I hopefully thought you fucking me and pleasure me. So you a gay submissive puppy lace-doll is the only alternative to pleasure me! Now be a submissive doll and do as you told!”

Nihal was Still stroking or softly touching the wiiwii with two fingers. That was really humiliating and her comment was enough to color my face shamefully brightly red, that for sure.

Now Nihal presenting me the lace panty I had to step in which i did quickly, hoping the panty hiding my cocklette.

The scratching lace i felt on my skin added another fuel to my pervert mind and feelings. With the wiiwii so very excited a problem appeared as how to fit the panty and wiiwii now. A short moment later Nihal came up with the solution, slapping my little balls pretty hard with a hair brush.

God that hurt like hell and was unexpected, so i started to cry out after catching my breath but my mouth was covered quickly, nihal kissing me. Still feeling the horrible pain in my balls, so that my knees rocking and i nearly fell.

Nihal detecting the signs of resignation smiling brightly she shoved my shriveled tiny wiiwii into a kind of a lace sleeve, insert in the panty. Then she started lacing this sheath pretty tight like a corset around my wiiwii and finished all the tight tying with a bow between my legs.

Now moving behind me she started lacing another cord that tighten the panty to my hips but at the same time spreading my buttocks widely and again finishing with a bowtie between my legs at the backside.

What a wicked garment.

That done she hugged me from behind and one finger started massaging my now exposed rosebud which made me moan and she whispered

Nihal

“Those panties are designed by my seamstress for ladyboi’s to be easily taken by real man. Franziska, first i was horny thinking getting fucked. I dreamed about you fucking me.

But now i will dominate you fuck you inseminate you breed you beat you into total submission. Turn you into a white kathoey white ladyboi. Thinking about this makes my cock rock hard and I’m having a real cock. Would you like that?”

Her finger pressed hard my rosebud and moaning loudly i nodded.

Nihal

“Answer me properly now”

Nihal again slapping me hard between my legs with her brush to force a answer.

Franziska

“Yes please i would love to wear this blouse and skirt to become a kathoey, your kathoey.”

Nihal stopped her finger play, moved to the bed and turned holding the blouse for me to slip in.

As we have been in similar in body form, the blouse would fit. She still waited for me to lift my arms stepping forward, encasing myself in my trap.

And so i did.

Nihal smiling slowly shoving the blouse slowly up to my throat and moving behind me, starting closing each button slowly enjoying this.

Nihal

“No turning back franziska, you will be mine to do as i want and this will be your future, this dress style, to become the white gay whore, my property. God my fantasy is driving me crazy. Now answer and use the term mistress Nihal.”

Franziska

“Mistress Nihal franziska is already yours”

Nihal finishing buttoning the blouse down the back, now all buttons closed, I experienced the stiffness of the high collar myself and turning the head was nearly impossible.

A insane extraordinary highly erotic feeling.

Nihal started massaging my nipples through the lace and here for the first time I really acknowledge the scratchy lace material which would permanently scratch my skin and heighten my sensitivity. Now the lace skirt was the next part added, but picking the skirt nihal turned and admired me

Nihal

“Franziska, i will fuck you abuse you until your asscunt is needing my cock and sperm. You look so fucking sexy.”

I must have turned several shades of red as i felt my blood rising.

Submitting i casted my eyes down and was surprised then Nihal’s lips meshed with mine. A lovely sensation. Now nihal added the skirt, but missing the underskirt i could clearly see the lace panty and the white ruffles through the skirt’s material.

Franziska

“Mistress Nihal, the underskirt is missing, i can see my panty.”

Nihal

“You are mine, property and i want you to look extremely sexy like a fuck doll.”

She started buttoning the skirt, but stopped after three buttons. I heard her rummaging in drawers and then she forced my arms back behind me. Short after i was hogtied, Nihal pressing herself tightly against me from behind and i felt her hard aroused cock.

Nihal

“Beg me to be my property my whore my rape doll.”

Being beyond normal thoughts and enjoying the scratchy stimulating material so i did beg nihal and after finishing i heard a swish, her skirt was on the floor

Nihal whispered in my ear

“Present yourself to your mistress, your owner. Spread your legs wide like you love inviting me like a real whore does, to be raped in your cunt. Now bend at your hip forward and don’t move, just let me enjoy it all.”

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