Club Lash was heaps of fun, even though Dave the Butcher and precious jem had to leave early (hope 
you’re feeling better now jem). I was delighted to meet up with some old friends who I’ve not spoken to for ages. It’s lovely when that happens. I also met a delightful friend of Rubber Switch’s known as totally-cover-me. She amused the hell out of Me by going cross eyed when I spanked her! LOL!
While sweet Rubber Switch made sure totally-cover-me got home safely, Mistress Maxcine seduced Me into going to Napoleon’s in Canal Street. It has to be said, I’ve never before been in a place where My dancing was appreciated so much someone phoned a friend to come and watch! LOL!
Then came the journey home! And oh, what a journey that was! Firstly, how many perverts can you fit in a car? We managed 6! LOL! This involved Rubber Switch driving, footslave (with his long legs) in the front, Mistress Maxcine, tim the terrible and Myself in the back and Kenai across our laps. To while away our journey, Mistress Maxcine clamped Kenai’s head between her legs, and I checked to see if his testicles were detachable! (They weren’t).
After we dropped Kenai off, it was time to drop off footslave. This is where things went a little awry! Mistress Maxine started things off by chanting “need a wee-wee”. Rubber Switch found a secluded spot and soon we were all enjoying the benefit (Maxcine having set a trend! LOL!). Rubber Switch decided that instead of reversing the car back down the little lane, he would execute a 3-point turn….into a ditch! No amount of pushing, bouncing or wedging things under the wheels (including Rubber Switch’s play blankie) would allow the car to move. Bugger! Mistress Maxcine and I went in search of help, while the boys continued to attempt to free the car. One set of car drivers took one look at our motley crew and drove away into the morning sun (I wonder why? I mean they were only faced with a highway woman, a transvestite and 3 other kinksters in various outfits in PVC etc!).
Eventually a dear man named Ernie kindly towed the car out of the ditch. I would have loved to hear the explanation he gave his workmates when he got back! LOL!
By now it was exceptionally early and once we’d dropped everyone home, Rubber Switch, Maxcine and I returned home and saw off what was left of the vodka! Rubber Switch ended up passed out on the sofa and Maxcine (after adopting her cunning male disguise - complete with hair loss! LOL!) kindly helped Me collect the new spanking bench and give it a brief test run!
I finally managed to catch some sleep, only to be woken when Rubber Switch let Me know that My dear friends had arrived to store things in My garage. It was lovely to see them again, and I collected a beautiful second set of Twisted Talons from the adorable Sweetiejar as a belated birthday gift (thank You heaps hun xxx)!
Tiredly entertained
Mistress
x
P.S. Sorry to Lord Duncan and My friends at Manchester munch, but at least you now know why a few of us missed it today!
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Your blog is fantastic!
reminds me of when i used to keep a diary on a daily basis…i don’t have the time to now but i admire anyone who takes the time to sit back and record stuff that’s happening in their life as it always makes for a good read.
totally-cover-me
Having read Mistress Anath’s very amusing and accurate account of that fateful, yet enjoyable night, I cant help feeling that it would be advantageous, if not informative to have a different aspect of accounts from another member of that perverted group.
I feel it would be especially of use to other “T” girls should they find themselves in a similar position in the future, ie: finding themselves at 5 o’clock in the morning packed in a car like sardines with a stunning! Bisexual Mistress and four fine examples of the male species one of which had his head clamped firmly between my thighs!! I know girls! Dream on!!!!
Well as we all know any women can put on the makeup and nice clothes and look sensational but its takes a real Tranny to know how to dress! and this particular night was no exceptional though I do say so myself. However, I would be the first to admit that “real” women do have other advantages and assets that prove more, shall we say “useful” in such situations as we found ourselves that fateful morning more of which I will tell you about later.
While the “boys” were up to their ankles in mud! swearing, groaning and grunting trying to remove “said” car from the ditch Mistress Anath and myself decide to make the most of a bad situation and rather splendid morning and go for an early morning stroll, which isn’t the easy in four inch high thigh boots! Anyway, we told the guys that we were going to try and find some help, so we left them picking branches, pulling up grass and carrying stones around, Why?? We didn’t have the slightest idea and just assumed that they must have been boy scouts at some stage in their lives and were drawing on the past experience’s gained while sitting round a camp fire playing with their “Woggles” (like boys do)
As we walked off toward the sunrise, this unlikely pair: a six foot slim blonde Tranny dressed in a rather fetching long black three quarter length skirt, crisp white cotton blouse, thigh boots, black satin gloves gold wrist watch and earrings to match and contrasting red bag and scarf, and Mistress Anath “also” looking stunning in her Dick Turpin outfit wearing thigh boots on her rather short, yet well proportioned legs, black tight leggings a black cape, tri-corner hat a red satin under bust corset working overtime in a supporting role! Which proved to be the saviour of the day!!
As we approached the end of the lane we came upon a garage it was decide that we would use our helpless female act and try and gain assistance but as we reached the forecourt a car as already mention was just pulling out with four rather “stoned” and “high” young lads within, their faces were a picture as Dick Turpin and her six foot tranny companion explained the situation and requested their help.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall the following morning when they came “down” from there drug induced state and the conversation that followed, “ God! That was really good shit! we smoked last night I was so high at one point I though I was talking to a six foot stunning! Tranny and Dick Turpin who had breasts!!!
Although, at first the lads seemed keen to help, as Mistress Anath has already mentioned, the sight of our fellow companions dressed in kink still collecting stones and branches only encouraged them to select reverse and leave the lane quicker than entering it. I don’t know MEN! You leave them to do a simple job! And look what happends!
After a short discussion Mistress Anath and myself decided that one of us should return to the car and give moral support, and the other seek further help from a factory just across the road full of male workers! The only decision left to be made was who would have the best success in enticing such assistance.
Although I have to say it was a close run thing I decided that due to my five o’clock shadow now fighting its way though the makeup, that perhaps Mistress Anath might stand a “slightly” better chance of securing assistance, and besides, lets face it speaking as a “T” girl there are many enhancements for that womanly figure on the market, especially when it comes to breasts! I personally use a pound and a half of good quality Basmati rice (uncooked) tied in an old stocking with a knot at the top for a nipple and although this gives pleasing and realistic results let face it fella’s you cant beat the real thing!
When Mistress Anath returned with Eric I couldn’t help think more “Pied Piper of Hamlet” rather than Dick Turpin.
Happy in Kink
Mistress Maxine xxx
it is title is “Tranny in a Ditch” prehaps you could add that should you decide to publish! (warm smile|)