Living alone since the age of 18, he could not hide his true feelings to be a girl; was so effeminate. As time went by, dressing up at home was not enough. He longed to go out as a girl; only then would he be free. Despite these longings, a strict conforming to the norm was adhered to, and even though now living independently, a veil was cast over 'Emma'; b...
Apparently, according to stereotypes, as an Asian woman, I am supposed to be weak, submissive, and obsessed with pleasing white dudes. Well, that's definitely not who I am. For starters, I am fond of men of color. Pale and stale males definitely don't do it for me. My name is Tina Chang, and I'm a Chinese-Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario....
Ruth took great pleasure in sifting through Bruce's things while he knelt naked in silence with the other male pets in the selection room; she made a note of his address from his driving licence before slipping the amended admission card into his wallet, and her interest in him increased when she found a batch of c.v.'s and cheap business cards in his jacket...
Miranda's cunt tingled as she gripped the cane and lay it across the bare buttocks of the feminised and willing male, watching the flesh squirm as he slipped his erect cock against the sheets in anticipation of the humiliation of spending for a younger woman while his Mistress and the older women watched. She lifted the cane and was immediately locked into a...
"You came to the right place, Ismail," Mistress Taslima Ali said, and the towering, dark-skinned, bodacious Black Canadian Muslim dominatrix looked at the chubby, small-dicked Black man who knelt at her feet. For ages now, Ismail had been scouring the web, looking for the elusive Black dominatrix who was interested in submissive Black males. Sadly, those str...
"Fuck the haters," Mistress Nyx Flames wrote on her website, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous, scantily clad Black woman allowed herself a contented smile. It wasn't easy being an African dominatrix in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, land of uptight, close-minded and annoying bozos, but somehow, she made it work. Word was starting to get out about her elite se...
Prudence D'Orvell drew up outside The imposing entrance to Mannerly Hall in her Riley, the navy blue car covered with a fine layer of dust and bird lime, having been parked at the local rail station for the past few weeks, its driver having been on one of her regular jaunts on the boat-train to Europe. Prudence stepped out, a footman maintaining a look of st...
Without needing to say any more, the pleased women smiled at Gray and returned to the cab, Gray's cock maintaining its erection as he followed behind the women, with their comments on watching the disposal of males still fresh in his mind. The waiting cab driver looked down from his elevated seat and smirked as he watched Gray follow the stately women into t...
It had been on his mind eternally, a yearning to meeting those of a similar frame of mind especially those females who had stated they had an admiration for his work, but only via e-mail comments thus far. A meet had been arranged at a quiet café in a small town to the south of where he lived; the venue determined as somewhere where all could remain incognit...
Miles Springham was to know the lush humiliation of his own confession of adultery, led to the low table by his wife, and made to sign divorce paperwork in admission of his crime against womanhood, the paperwork drawn up by Sadie Venner, who greeted his trembling and seed smeared hand with a triumphant smile, as a pen was passed to it for signature. "All pe...