Saturday afternoon, late April. It was sunny outside, but no one could get out for a stroll. Everybody had to stay home, by order of the government, because a stupid disease had been spreading all over the world for two months and a half. "I'm so bored" complained Luca. "Me too" yawned Gina. "I just finished watching nine seasons of The Office. Twice." Lu...
This story follows the 4 part "Candi's Conversion" series. - A useless, inattentive husband is sissifed by his wife, Mistress Luna. Now named Candi, she has been fitted with a sophisticated set of tools that will mould her into the sissy her mistress desires. Mistress Luna's new friends, Sasha, a makeup artist and budding domme and her boyfriend Dom are al...
The clinic was in Bangkok, which made a certain amount of sense. What little I'd been able to find out for sure had been positive, and certainly there were a number of world famous gender correction specialists associated with the place. They wouldn't talk to anyone, however. They insisted that if I wished to learn anything about their procedures that I vis...
My limousine pulled up outside the gated, Spanish colonial mansion in the Hollywood Hills just after 8 pm. I was a little early, but that was fine with me. "Alicia, hold on a minute," I said. "Take your time," responded the young black woman in the chauffeur's cap. I checked myself out in the mirror admiringly. If there was another like-minded, disinhibit...
1.2.5 Brothel At the door Selene was received by two other women. Dressed as Dominas. Probably the mistresses running the brothel. They were also wearing tight latex clothing. But their faces were covered by masks. Mouth, nose and eyes free, but otherwise completely covered. They wore chastity belts just like Selene and in addition a steel choker. "So you...
Cynthia's husband of two years, Brian, was in the Marines' Force Recon and stationed in Iraq. She had heard her brother, who was a Naval officer, refer to Force Recon marines as "bullet sponges" when he thought she wasn't listening, since he would have never said such a thing had he known she was within earshot of him. This description sent Cynthia's imagi...
Preparations for Afternoon Tea Director's cut * Scene One: Backstage "Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?" I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the...
Author's note: Another experiment to take me away from my comfort zone. I can't write short stories to save my life. This one is focusing mainly on a character that pushes her love for latex on her partner. it's consensual, but definitely flirts with the grey zone. Enjoy. -------------- "Ah! Done!" "Good job, Tracy!" Tracy let her hammer fall on the stri...
The soft sound of a light-jazz saxophone solo teased Donna awake. She rolled over and pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock, then curled back up and pulled the covers tight under her chin. The alarm clock was set ten minutes early, that meant two extra five-minute snoozes. They felt wonderful. At six o'clock, she pushed back the sheets and swung her...
"Careful," laughed Alice, as the little hands pulled at her from every direction. When Nicole first announced they were going to a princess themed party she was apprehensive as usual. With all of the sexually charged experiences she had, normal was not something that usually happen in her life. However the eight year old girls birthday party was turning ou...