Previously.... After several years, I was completely in their command, and when feeling particularly cruel they would invite several of their female friends around and introduce me as Jennifer, a cousin visiting for the weekend. Very soon I was getting invited to lots of girlie parties and events. Julie and Janet made sure I accepted every invite. I was alw...
Last of Chapter 11 I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several ti...
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. ***** Having grown bored with how things were progressing with my sissy son, I have recently ventured into a new and fun project –filming and distribu...
Many thanks for all your contributions both in Literotica and privately. I write for my pleasure primarily and, of course, from my experiences. To the anti-cuckold folk, I have two points to make; firstly, that many of us in such domme-transvestite marriages do experience this and, secondly, as our sexual libido drops back because of the hormones, the female...
It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla. Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create...
Brett woke up the next day with the sun shining in through their bedroom noticing his wife wasn't in the room with him. He stepped out of bed, put his panties from last night on and walked downstairs for coffee. He saw a note on the counter. "Good morning Britt, I had to run and get a few things from the office. I should be home soon. Take a relaxing ba...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
Present day: We arrived at the 'Sissy Salon' which was a covert sex club for downlow gay wealthy men and lesbians. As his agent and pimp I collected all his performance fees. I walked into the 'Sissy Salon' to make sure that everything was in place so my sissy husband could perform. Then I went to his dressing room to make sure everything I requested for me...
Reprise: I'd been caught wearing my Sister-in-law's underwear and jerking off to shemale porn by wife (Ruth), Sister-in-law (Esther) and their mother (Donna). I'd been forced into a chastity cage and made to wear panties all the time. Humiliation was now a frequent event. Esther, who had investigated my internet usage on my laptop to see if I'd visited shema...
This story was written for the following prompt: "A young man works at a holstaur ranch, milking the breasts and cocks of the gorgeous and horny livestock that prefer the human touch over machines." (Note: Holstaurs are a kind of monster girl with horns and a propensity to produce milk, similar to cows.) This is quite different to my normal content, so ple...