Chapter 4 Donna returned to the spare bedroom where Ken was still waiting on the couch after conducting her daily milking session using the erotic vacuum milking bra, but she had changed into one of her sexy vintage mid-fifties outfits similar to the one she wore last week. It had worked perfectly in helping Ken produce an excellent, extra-large semen donat...
Or how my wife became a Shoe whore and Exhibitionist. It all started with the shoes. My normally sensible and conservative wife and I were shopping. We walked past a top end shoe store where she spied a pair of 6-inch designer jeweled high heels. She was all gaga over them, which was normal. "They're too tall for you, as the highest pair you claim to b...
James and I had been doing more role playing lately as a way for him to get to know his softer side a bit more. Jasmine had been out of the house a few times and I was hopeful that she would be ready to spend more time out together, rather than hiding in the shadows of dark restaurants, then rushing to the car and home. I know James was afraid of being point...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. *...
Bruce was now under no illusion as to the ruthless level of cruelty the woman who had claimed him as her own, and her feminine associates, would go to in order to sate their sexual lust for the domination of masculinity, and their pleased indifference at the fate of Miriam's husband at the cocktail party he now observed on his knees in a corner, further emph...
CROSSING THE THRESHOLD Alan was up early. He hadn't slept well, a mixture of excitement and concern had caused him to experience a restless night. He was glad he had sent his account of his first sexual experience to her yet was concerned she may feel it disgusting. He checked his laptop for messages every few minutes until finally at just after 8.00am he r...
Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order, getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find any parts of the outfit. Her boyfriend Jerry, correction, her Master (she would really have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchair with a little smile on face. The reason he was s...
[One Year Earlier] "Oh, come on, PIN HIM!" "I swear, if Cena kicks out again, I'm watchin' hockey from now on!" Delilah and Mac are enjoying a quiet evening of watching WWE Monday Night Raw at Mac's house. Both of them are resting comfortably on the couch, with Del sitting on the right side, and Mac on the left. Mac is already in his pajamas: a pair of bl...
"Shall we start with this?" The tip of her switch lifts my chin. She's an angel fallen to earth. I look into her beautiful blue eyes. Her long curly black hair tumbles to her shoulders. When she hugged me the satin and chiffon of her robe felt so good. She's blessed with a full figure, mature, but not fat. Her voice, like a soft caress tickled my ear. "You'...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...