Pretty in white... That's what my Mistress whispered in my ear after she finished dressing me in a white bra, a white knit camisole, a white linen blouse, white sheer pantyhose, and the palest-of-pink panties over them. She stood me in front of her full-length mirror in her dressing room, and she came up behind me. I was wearing white open toe sandals with...
Note: Part 4 is short, but it came to a natural stopping point. I am working on part five. * With that, Jen walked me back over to the side of the bed and had me kneel down. She tied one hand to each bedpost, then sat lightly behind me. Even through her jeans, I could feel the warmth of her ass against the back of my knees. "I know, this isn't exactly wha...
"Oh, God, I'm so bored," I thought, as I struggled into the old basic-black sheath dress. The old black bra had gone on first, the old black pantyhose were next. The old plain heels were last. No surprises. Oh, rats, at least one surprise. Run in pantyhose. And I hate garter belts and hose. "Same old dinner, same old party. Same old, same old..." I continu...
(All characters and most locations in this story are completely fictional, with no connection to any persons living or dead.) My wife and I settled down into our new life together. I was now so respectful of her, and appreciated the new Jolene, able to take charge, express her anger when it arose, and generally run things. Like her mother, she really did...
(1) - Acceptance Bryan was king of the road warriors. Speeding around the country in his sleek, powerful Mercedes selling whatever his latest job demanded. He was damn good at it too, always raked in huge amounts of commission until some faggotty client bitched about a one-sided deal he had put together and then it was off to another company. Talking of bi...
I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...
Disclaimer: The following story is not intended for minors. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or it is not legal in your place of residence, please close the document now. If not, I hope you enjoy my attempt at entertaining you with stories of my adventures. In a previous story, I described some of the kinky activities enjoyed by my boyfrie...
Chapter Six: On My Way to My New Life at The Agency. Well the day has come for my transition in my life to becoming another sissy maid and sissy slut (aka: comfort girl) to 'The Agency'. Over the last two hard and humiliating weeks Master Camron and Sir Gage now as paid agents to my joining the team at 'The Agency' have helped me sell, give away or toss o...
She motioned to me with her finger from the bed to come closer. She was absolutely gorgeous, her long red hair spread out on the pillow, her makeup still heavy from her date last night. I walked closer, the lock on my chastity device clicking against the plastic tube, a stream of pre cum dribbled from the tip. She held her hand out as I approached and fondle...
Brenda was a 23-year-old bank teller at First National Bank. Her black hair went down to her bra strap and made her dark green eyes stand out even more. She was 5 feet 6 inches and liked to wear small-heeled shoes to make her slightly taller. She had smallish breasts, which matched her tight, round, small bottom. She figured she got her nice ass from standin...