2 – Hurry Background/update In my last story, my new subject Muffin and I had our first live session. He is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5' 7" and 160 pounds. He is quite submissive and seems to be aroused by a number of fetishes, but he professes to be most interested in being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve in variou...
As he walked in the local coffee shop, his eyes were adjusting from the bright sunlight. Once focused, he looked around trying to find an open seat. This place is packed, he thought to himself. Walking towards the back of the coffee shop, he saw 2 open booths. He sat at the second to the last booth. Before sitting he noticed a lady sitting in the last booth....
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...
Sophie had made friends with the girl whose pussy she had eaten in the atrium. Now, lying in bed with Sabrina, she slid a long jelly dildo casually into her snatch. Sabrina had the other end of the monstrosity lodged in her ass and was running a high-powered vibrating egg over her clit. Sophie toyed lazily with Sabrina's thick, fat nipples, squirting milk fr...
I'm frozen. Not cold, but immobile. I can hear the sounds of morning downstairs. Children clatter in the kitchen and a television shouts cartoons into an empty lounge room. Something akin to fear grips me and holds me pinned to the warm bed. I can't even speak to call out to Lisa who I can hear singing in the ensuite shower. My breath comes in ragged shallow...
This is a work of fiction exploring the idea of a cuck being completely replaced and humiliated in the context of a family situation. If that concept makes you uncomfortable, this story is not for you!! ***** I could hear the rhythmic complaints of wooden bed slats and metal springs from the room above me. The modified futon I was stretched out on was actu...
Previously, Megan discovered a French Maid outfit when she was unpacking some of her boyfriend's boxes after just moving in together two weeks ago. She wears the outfit and cleans the living room and changes back before her boyfriend returns home from work. Now the story continues on... Friday has finally come and that means Mitch finishes work early today...
The heavy thud of Captain Marcus Denham's boots echoed down the metallic hallway as tried not to hurry to the hold as he struggled to hide his interest over the newest 'acquisition'. A rare thing considering how long he had been in this profession. Bodyguards and a personal slave followed closely behind. He already knew the vid taken of her capture would be...
Light was seeping through the curtains of Ashley's four-poster bed. But that wasn't what had woken her up. Her cream-colored duvet had a noticeable hump protruding right around where Ashley's legs were. She hastily threw them aside to uncover a maid unbuttoning Ashley's pajama bottoms. "Gwendolyn, it's nice to see you," said Ashley as she wiped away the rem...
Violet Preston scoffed at the timid and slightly younger male's impromptu advances toward her, guarded though they were, but his impertinence excited her in a strange way; his gestures feigned a certain obedience toward her femininity, before he blushed and cut the spur of the moment conversation short, bringing a welcome but unsatisfied tingling to her cunt...