If you follow me on X, you’ve probably already gotten a small glimpse into my ts sex party filled summer. I’ve been away from TS Phone Talk for the better part of a year due to traveling and slave training. Some of you have been keeping up with texting and emailing me but now since I’m officially back, I will be offering more dominant shemale experiences.
During my trip to Amsterdam this summer, I met two new slaves at an underground party who have been married for 27 years. They are both in their 50s and gay white men. The party we were at was BDSM themed and was thrown by an acquaintance of mine I met some years ago. She is a Mistress like myself and locks her slaves in chastity for most of their training which can extend to six months. I trained under her for about a year and she showed me that real slaves will do absolutely anything and everything to make sure their Mistress or Master is happy. When she invited me to the party earlier in the year I was excited to see the turn out and get my hands on some beta white males who love bbc.
The party started off hot and ended even hotter. There were sex rooms filled with oral slaves ready to serve. Liquor was overflowing and some slaves were even used as shot glasses. The two married slaves approached me with submission asking for permission to speak and explained who they were and how they could best serve me. My tranny cock was throbbing through my leather skirt while they sat in front of me on their knees. They both could see my seven inch cock begging to be free, so they asked if they could relieve me and I told them to do so immediately.
I used their warm mouths and made sure they took every inch of me down their curious throats. A few other slaves asked for permission to watch but I wanted them all to join in so they did. Six different slaves got a taste of my superior bbc nut and asked for seconds. Now, I’m training the married couple to be my lifetime slaves.
I do have space for a couple of more weak white slaves. Visit my profile here and learn more about me.
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