My Dearest Mistress Diana: First off, I cannot thank you enough for the new wardrobe, which must have cost a fortune. I feel like a leather and PVC goddess and I got a new asymmetrical bob for a hairstyle fashionable enough to match. Even during a busy week of domme training (if only I could have taken the two weeks you suggested - my office schedule did no...
Saturday morning dawned with an overcast sky and threatening clouds as Barbara clicked on the kettle to make her first cup of tea for the day. She flicked on the radio to get the weather forecast so that she could decide what to wear for her morning's retail therapy session at the mall. Barbara was in her mid twenties and still single, but always on the loo...
My exciting new perversion Hello again, baby. I hope everything is well with you. I'm fine. If you remember from the last time I wrote, I'm about 30 months into transition at this point, male-to-female. I can easily pass in public now, as I have years of practice as a bisexual man to draw from. And I've discovered a new sexual fetish, one that I'm very exci...
The Club - First Week On inspection, the loft above the Club turned out to be big and bright – it had once been a fitness centre, or maybe a dojo, complete with shower room, bathroom, and a mat-covered floor. There were even kitchen facilities. In a word, it was perfect. We hung a sign on the Club door – "Open Thurs/Fri/Saturday night – knock' – and then e...
Making my way to my car, my eyes caught sight of her, the car's bonnet open looking into the engine, I wondered if she had any clue regarding mechanics. Checked her out she had a leather dress, boots up to her knee, a slim body, and too good looking to know about engines, so I thought. Out of curiosity and more I went over and offered her my assistance. Her...
What the Morning Brings I had to wait a full hour before the lovely Mistress Pantoufle and the other Latex Girls returned from their hunt, marching single file through the front door of the Club. Molly and one of the 'generic' Subs carried on their shoulders a length of old pipe between them - which sagged with the dangling weight of the bare-assed and hog...
This story is based on my real-life experiences is a real-life fetish club in Berlin called the Kit-Kat club. I suppose when you watch enough porn, you start to think that it is not enough to just watch. You want to be the porn. I found myself wanking to the videos of trannies, crossdressers and ladyboys with one thought occurring more and more: I want to...
Early next morning Louise's text arrived. 'Was it a good night?' It was clear I had been seen at Anita's. I pondered for a few seconds, and sent a reply. 'She invited me over for a chat. Trish is working on an interview for Steve.' A ping and, 'A long chat! But thanks from Steve. Miss you.' I replied, 'Miss you too.' The phone went quiet. Andrew was...
Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he'd bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack's mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was mold...
My world begins to fade back to from blackness. I'm very groggy and my vision is returning. I'm in a hotel room and my Mistress is standing in front of me. My head is still spinning as I try to understand my surroundings. I would say we have a lesbian relationship, except Mistress is a shemale, with a beautifully feminine body and a perfect cock. Maybe that...