Hello, I'm Lola. Currently, I've been a transvestite for 10 years, and I think I've evolved well from being a little slut who conformed to any guy to being more selective. In recent years, I've become a bit dominant and lesbian. I've developed a taste for feminine cross-dressers and the occasional guy as a slave, getting more serious about it on contact pages, exchanging slaves, or participating in joint sessions with other masters. I had a clear understanding of the dominant role because it makes me feel very sexy to have people adoring my boots or noticing the desire to fuck me that many of the other masters have. Of course, things were about to change.

I received a message from the club I frequent to organize a weekend session at a chalet that sounded great, from Yukio, one of the masters I've known for a longer time. A trustworthy guy with whom I got involved at the beginning of my journey into this world, when I was passive, I enjoyed his games, although I didn't always enjoy them.

We met at the chalet to talk quietly, and I was dressed to kill. Perfect makeup, long black hair, tight leather pants, and a matching corset. I liked to tease him, and he was always very polite. He made me feel like a powerful woman, although I noticed his glances, and from time to time, he would make a pass at me without success. I no longer offered my ass like before, and now I was much hotter. I enjoyed making him suffer.

He opened the door with leather pants that accentuated his package, and as I walked in, I gave him a couple of kisses, subtly rubbing against his pants. He smiled: "You're getting better every day," he said. "Thanks, you're improving too," I replied. He had prepared some snacks and opened a bottle of wine. "A drink?" I accepted, of course, and sat down on the sofa, crossing my legs. We organized the session. There would be four masters and their slaves, whom we would share freely. The dress code would be PVC, preferably catsuits with zippers. The rooms would be prepared for each master's games, and the slaves could be taken at any moment. He told me about some of the toys he planned to bring and his favorite games. He loved objectification. He showed me profiles of some of the slaves he planned to use while deciding on one. The drinks relaxed us quite a bit, and I didn't hesitate to flirt, talking and walking around the room, aware of how he was looking at me.

"I love how you move, you know you're very sexy," he said. "Yes. It's been a long time since I was a little queer eager for cock," I replied, and we continued talking. "You were a good little slut, I wonder if you still suck cock as well," "I don't do it badly, I still give some lucky slave a blowjob if I feel like it. Although I used to try hard with your cock because it was a struggle when you tried to fuck me," "You were a novice, you got very tense, and it was hard to get it in, that's why I preferred to play with your ass with all sorts of things,...