Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
Author's Notes: (1) This is meant to be an additional installment of the whole story called "Changes". Reading this chapter alone may not do much for you, unless you are a crossdresser or femdom freak, or both; (2) Being laced into a corset for the first time is a cherished experience for many crossdressers and transvestic fetishists. It can change you in...
The scene of the battle was Daytona Bike Week; a perfect spring day with a cloudless sky, and just enough chill in the air to counteract the fierce Florida sun. There was a carnival feel to the place, with thousands of motorcycles, mostly Harleys, but a few of every make and model lining the streets of Daytona Beach. The crowd was heavy even at 10 am, and no...
John hunched over his computer, scanning his brain for ideas. He had taken up the hobby of writing erotic literature, and up until recently, it had come very easily to him. He could always think up new naughty scenarios complete with long, teasing foreplay and ending with "the best orgasm he/she had ever had." But after breaking it off with Jessica, he last...
She strolled into the room turning heads and soliciting lustful looks. She walked in like she owned the place, because she did. The club was jumping which is the way she liked it. The music was loud and the intoxicating. She had worked for years to get DeSade's Playhouse to the nationally known fetish club that it is today. She had forgone lovers, friends an...
I woke up that morning on the floor stiff and cold. Sholanda and Darnique were both cuddled together, snoring loudly, in my bed. I got dressed and left for work. A few hours later I called home to tell Sholanda that my boss gave me the afternoon off. It was already eleven but I guess that I woke her up. A little after one I pulled into my parking space an...
The bell on the glass door rings as I walk into the store. It's in a suburban strip mall sandwiched between a nail salon and a beauty parlor. I'm scared to death someone I know will see me here and learn my secret. But this is part of the thrill. This is dirty sex, and I love it. I'm in a trashy lingerie shop. I'm not buying for a wife or girlfriend. I'm s...
I've cleared my calendar for the afternoon and going to be spending this time with my fwb Daddy. On the drive over to his place, it got me thinking, he and I have been FWBs for a long time, and this story is an attempt to chronicle how I went from being a newbie sissy wannabe to his addicted, shameless cock slut. This is my first submission ever here; I hope...
I was now totally dressed, in 4" open toed sandals, with black seamed fully fashioned stockings attached to the garters of a tight fitting waist cincher, wearing an underwire long-line support bra with "Pad inserts" that pushed to give me a cleavage. My makeup was incredible, with blue eye shadow, long eyelashes, and heaps of lipstick, and I was wearing a...
A bit of exposition is needed for our two "girls" before the story starts as we'll be dropping right into the middle of the action. When Clark and Mike step into their personas of Sophia and Olivia, whom they live as almost all the time these days, they appear to the rest of the world as two goddesses. They are both very much male, with no surgeries or hor...