Finally a real Master preamble.I am going to tell you about my journey as a transvestite during the last 4 years.This whole journey is true and only the personal elements have been changed. I am from a small town between Le Mans and Laval.In real life, I am a fairly matched man, having spent my life leading collaborators. I am now 65 years old, retired, divorced for 20 years and I try to assume my transvestite lope side in the private. Unfortunately, I don't have a physique corresponding to cross-dressing ... 1.84m without heels and 93 kg ... Hard to be feminine but too bad.For years I have searched for serious Masters on different dating sites but, you all know, a lot of fantasies.I disguise myself at home and I only go out as a girl in the evening when night has fallen. I have stopped taking dates with men who want to fuck me and for a few years now, I have kept them informed of my "bitch" outings free "on parking lots and rest areas ... Come who wants to but at least if the rv is not there, it is rare that I come home without having sucked or having been fucked.Of course I had Masters but who did not satisfy me either for lack of imagination, of experience (Married therefore not available, no equipment, violent but that's all etc etc). My only pleasure is to be humiliated, corrected if necessary and to push my limits. I really am a masochistic lope. Yes I assume.In June 2017 I spoke on a site specializing in sex encounters. I exchange with a man of my age, also free and who is looking for a trav lope for a total belonging. This blow has already been done to me but a je ne sais quoi makes me think that it is more serious than the others.Very quickly he asks me for my 06, which I give him, and in the process he calls me. The voice is rather soft but one of which one feels a natural authority. He asks me questions and I ask him none, maybe already a little submissive to this voice.I tell him about my experiences, my current limits and I confirm to him that I am looking for a total belonging. To my surprise, he does not give me a rv ass but he invites me to lunch to talk about our project in detail. and considers that it will be a bit of a “job” interview. We were in June 2017, he told me that he would call me in the coming days.2 days later I received an SMS giving me an appointment in the parking lot of the animal store in the Auchan shopping area in Le Mans. He does not ask me any particular about my outfit or anything else, just making contact.11:30 am I parked (it's masculine ... I'm not working ...) I go out and smoke a cigarette while waiting for the arrival of my maybe future Master whom we will call Alpha. A few moments later he arrives, parks, also gets out of his car and comes towards me. Rather handsome man, looking straight, I extend my hand to him but he refuses and only gives me a hello. The distances are clearly established ... He observes me attentively, reflecting that in work I must be ridiculous limit wi ...

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