1. Becoming a lesbian sissy slut I was eighteen years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. She had piercing green eyes and a well-trained body that she kept in shape by regul...
Summary: A happily married couple both submit to her Dom ex-lover. Note 1: This story is dedicated to Mike and Laura, a married couple, who requested this story. Note 2: Estragon, as always, many thanks for your copy editing work and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions. Warning: Please note this is a story about cuckolding that includes gay submission...i...
All characters are at least 18 years of age Girlfriend's Brother Made Me Do It Or -- How my dull sexless husband has no idea I'm now a slut for Big Black Cock * At almost 35 years of age (16th of January) I consider myself an intelligent and very well respected woman - who has been successful in college, work and now as a budding author. I have always ma...
I made a big mistake at work and now I am paying for it by being a submissive slut to my female boss who loves to dominate and humiliate me - almost as much as I enjoy being dominated. This chapter is about a weekend away from my Mistress where I try to get my husband involved in my need to be submissive. This story may stand on its own but will make more s...
It was a perfect day. The temperature out was in the high 70's to low 80's. Not to hot and not to cold. The sun was warm on my face. It just seemed like the most perfect day so far this spring. The two of us rode in his pickup truck, to his secret spot. As he called it. I was told it was a place down by the river and it was very private. He chose it for that...
Part One: The Watcher and Melody He'd been watching me for at least two years. I never knew which one of the 17 apartments in the building across the alley held my delicious admirer, and I sometimes stood in my window before beginning, looking closely at each one, wondering where he was. Who he was. What he looked like. The wondering added to the enticemen...
As I sit in my car, parked on the street, outside of the house I moved into as a newlywed all those years ago, I kept looking at the familiar faded paint and rusty railing. I turned the DVD in my lap over and over. Through the clear jewel case I could see the words Theresa Takes Twenty written in black marker. I can't believe that on that silver disk is a mo...
(This story was written for a friend to show her how cruel Masters can be. An effort to express that at times some may be abusive and disrespectful. This tale is purely fictional, any similarity to people living or dead is coincidental. Feel free to leave comments not only about the content, but also about the style and flow of the story.) * He sat quietl...
At 7:00pm you arrived in my room. You were fully dressed and looking very good. I sat you down and did your make-up and hair. Since your original wig was still splattered with cum I picked you out a different one. Similar in style but brunette. You looked like a totally different whore. "We are going to have company tonight, slut. You will greet our guests...
Chapter 2 to the previous story, I'd suggest reading it for the background. I always enjoy hearing comments, and would like to thank a fallenangelslut, who gave me the idea. After coming out of the bathroom from fixing her make up and hair Holly was walking down the stairs and on top of the staircase she overlooked the large living room. She saw every i...