Chapter 1: The Beginning The story you are about to read is true. The names of the characters have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty. My call sign is Enforcer. I am a 6ft. 3 in. 24-year old black sergeant (E-3) in the United States Air Force, stationed at MacDill Air Force Base, Florida. I had just transferred from Kelly Air Force Base, San An...
Alan Taylor was sitting alone in his office working. He normally worked alone; he was a loner by nature. At school he was regarded as a geek. He was no good at sports or art or music, but he was good at academic subjects; maths and English were his forte. He had a few friends but none really close. At twenty seven years old he had only had two girl friends n...
This is a continuation of an earlier story. It contains themes of feminization, humiliation and other fetishes that don not appeal to all. If you are a fan of these, please read on and leave comments as to how to improve the story. Hope you enjoy it. ~ DB ********* Fisher climbed up the stairs to the brownstone, Sophie's jeans creeping down his ass for wha...
Fisher was upstairs, making the bed when he heard the front door opening, signaling Sophie's arrival home. He looked down at the list on her dresser, frowning. He had not completed four tasks. He reapplied his pink lipstick and kissed the paper above the words "make bed with gold satin sheets" as he was instructed. He then scurried downstairs, incomplete lis...
"I'm so mad at her I could kill her!" I snarled angrily, taking another swallow of my beer. "Hey, Johnny, don't even say things like that," Billy said, which was kind of funny because Billy had a hotter temper than me. Back in high school he was always getting into fights; the littlest thing could set him off. "But she's cheating on me," I whined. "Best I...
Earth Algonquin Park Dungeon, Ontario August 15, 2019 10:30 EDT "It's a lot mustier than the other dungeon." "I noticed that," I replied, looking up at Anja when I had finished securing my second shield. "Must be less airflow so the air can't circulate as well." "No, I mean it's musty, like there is a lot of mold in the air, not that the air is stale."...
Normal Monday, Fisher is sitting at the breakfast table across from Sophie when she sighs heavily, staring at her laptop. "Whats the matter baby?" he asked, with as much concern as he can muster before the caffeine from his morning coffee has kicked in. "I need a girls night," she said simply, looking up at him with her big beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah," h...
Many thanks to Robbie for editing and improving this. ***** Two doctors and Erik left room and Susan asked coyly, "Are you going to be a good hubby and clean me now?" "Sounds great," Paul responded with visible enthusiasm. Feeling relaxed by his answer, Susan continued provoking her husband and throwing fuel in the flame. "You liked cleaning me up, did...
Fisher wasn't the type of guy who fucked a girl just because she had a pussy and he had a cock. He was raised better than that. For that reason, and that reason alone, he had yet to have any of those college experiences that the lore speaks of. That was, until he met Annabelle. He'd always been a quiet, reserved kind of guy. He wasn't a virgin, but he ha...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...