Author's note: I wrote this for my ex-girlfriend about a guy she told me she thought was hot. I wrote this and told her it was like a "chose your own adventure" story where she'd have to fill in the line at the end of this first chapter. She did tell me how to continue, but I never did. What do YOU think her next line should be? Always open to feedback! ---...
If you had told me at 16 that I would end up in the situation I am now, 18 (for three more days woo!) year old slavegirl to a gorgeous 23 year old mistress, regular sexual plaything for all manner of people including a wonderfully dominant fuckbuddy, and a gorgeous bisexual boyfriend; my whole daily routine regulated and punctuated by little reminders of my...
The near twilight calm of late afternoon was suddenly ripped apart by the deafening rumble of what sounded like thunder close to the ground. Glass, metal, concrete, body parts and other debris blew out from the front of the bank across the plaza shrouded in a ball of smoke and fire. People in the plaza ran for cover, shocked by the suddenness of the explosio...
How had she found herself in this situation? She glanced down at her body, unrecognizable in its current get-up, even the smallest movement causing her pain, and thought back over how she'd gotten here. She'd taken a risk she wouldn't normally have taken, she admonished herself, and now she was paying the price. This situation was exactly why well-behaved w...
Stephen and I have been friends for a couple of years now. There was a short foray into dating but it didn't work out. The sex was phenomenal but ya can't base a serious relationship on that. (Well, you can, but that is another story for another time.) We have now settled into a comfortable friendship that works for the both of us. So when Stephen called wi...
::A note for the readers. I came upon the idea for this story some time ago. Most forced feminization stories are told from the POV of the subject being forced. I decided to change the format a little and tell a story from the other side. Special thanks to Anelle for help in editing.:: I had originally intended to move straight from one apartment to the...
This story is dedicated to one of my best friends, Jim. Thank you for some wonderful lunch hours, both now and to come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We've been friends for ages. Well, it's seemed like ages, when in reality, it hasn't been but about two-and-a-half years. Weekly lunches, chats, emails, phone calls... Celebrating good times. Mourning over bad. Venting abo...
I don't know why Dennis insisted on calling his little Halloween bash a "costume party." Every party he ever threw was clothing optional, and I knew this one would be no different. To be honest, I didn't really know what I was even doing there in the first place. Angela, my girlfriend of three years, had just unceremoniously dumped me for my now former best...
Claire stared at her black patent leather Mary James against the stark white marble tiles that seemed to stretch from beneath her feet to the ceiling. His words echoed off the cold walls but her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she barely heard them. Until his hands on her shoulders pushed her down to sit upon the edge of the tub. He shook hi...
Chapter two - Becky returns A few months later, and I was enjoying my new life. Not at first I have to say. The old routine of getting out of bed at six-thirty in the morning, showering, shaving and getting ready for a day's work was hard to break, and being honest I was quite depressed for a month or so. What we do, defines us as people, and I no longer ha...