Chapter Twelve: Chantel's day off. Ohhh, and ahhh as I awake and stretch in my bed. Mmm a blissful sleep where I see the clock and that it's actually 10:00am. At first I freak out a little bit as it normally would be very late for me. But I soon realize Master has allowed me a blissful and free Sunday off. I then get out of bed, my butthole is sore from the...
By the time I pulled my car into our driveway, most of the semen coating me from head to toe had dried to a flaking crusty shell. I stuck to the driver's seat as I climbed out on wobbly legs. The sun was just coming up and I hurried to get inside the house before any neighbors saw me like this. I started a pot of coffee, put the gallon jug of sperm in the f...
I feel this story needs a quick intro. This was inspired by one of the first pieces of erotic fiction I ever read, The Factory by Tr_Veller. It's a similar story, but it's with a genetic girl and not as much sex, still it was an amazing piece. I tried reaching out for permission to basically borrow the idea and take a trans spin on it, but haven't heard back...
Disclaimer/authors not: All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is my first story so criticism is wanted as long as its constructive. I make these stories based on what I want and my own sexual fantasies. Thank you 😊 . * To tell this story right I need to start at the very beginning, the time where I first started to question my se...
Chapter Seven will also advance the time of my story here a bit. To move my story along into a lifestyle changing story I will have this chapter set seven months after Phil was outed as crossdressing sissy named Chantel. Over the last seven months, life for Chantel has become entrenched as a sissy maid and slut. The sex video productions put up online have...
I should have called in sick the next day but thought by concentrating on work I could take my mind off the previous two days' events. My jaw was sore from keeping my mouth open most of yesterday afternoon giving blowjobs and my ass hurt so much from being fucked at the truck stop I could hardly sit. But that's what I had to do to pee since Lucy left my cock...
It all started with a pair of pink panties. It was sometime after midnight when Jo arrived home from being on-call at the local hospital. She'd received a phone call several hours earlier about a bleeder and had to rush in. Recently her workload had become almost unbearable, but we needed the money so she was working her sexy curvaceous ass off. By the ti...
Tempting, isn't it? Being in a room or just being aware of there are drawers filled with lovely, feminine underwear. The kind of feminine garments you have dreamed of wearing for sometime, your fantasy you've longed to make a reality. How could a pair be noticed missing? There are so many and they wouldn't suspect you, not the straight going masculine male t...
I awoke the next morning still dressed in Carla's purple panties, stockings and matching bra. The rampant rabbit and the dildo were beside me on the bed. There were traces of the lip-gloss on the duvet and the heady, pungent smell of cum. Carla's panties were stained with the stuff. I figured I had a lot of cleaning and clearing up to do. I felt a sense of...
NOTE: This story is heavily based on true events (the odd embellishment or name change!) and it is an experience that I will never forget. The whole story is long but certainly worth the read, if you are a fan of all things femdom/humiliation. I was sat in the University Library one evening with my heart racing. I had an exam the next day but that was the l...