When I was at uni I was new to the world of LGBT and looking to make new friends. I made a friend online who was a trans woman. This person seemed really nice and hung out in the same bars as a lot of my friends. We met up and I agreed to go to their house. When I was there this person talked about exploring kink and started pressuring me about it. They took me down to a basement under their house which was kitted out as a kind of kink room (although it was pretty bare). It was freezing cold and damp. This person kind of whipped me but the part I hated was they pressured me to take clothes off and I didn't want to. I ended up taking my top off (thankfully my bra remained on) but I was massively uncomfortable with it and hated it. When I got home I was in a lot of pain and I cried in bed. I got changed and it was only then I noticed how bad the wounds were. I felt sick and was covered with bruises. I felt so unwell I think I needed medical help but there was nowhere I could go as I didn't know how to explain what had happened so I just left it. Looking back I think my kidneys had been affected because I had been hit across them and that's where a lot of the bruises were. I felt unwell for several weeks afterwards. Eventually all of the bruises healed and I was OK. I was not sexually assaulted and I am forever grateful for this but I was not OK with what happened. This person is still active online and on the scene as far as I know. I know at work they were male but dressed up as a woman at the weekend and to go out on the scene. I don't know if it was just a fetish for them but the whole thing makes me feel sick. I feel stupid for ever trusting this person. I wish I had never gone to their house. I guess I am just glad nothing worse happened and that my injuries healed but I still sometimes struggle with things like hard stone floors as it reminds me of it.