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...
Chapter Six will compress time a bit more forward in moving the story through time. It will be set two months forward from the original start date of the story in Chapter One, when Helen found out her husband Phil enjoyed crossdressing and fantasized about being sissy maid and a sissy slut. It all picks up with bit of recollecting from Phil who is now Chante...
SFer #8: Armageddon part 1 It was fitting that the press release came out on Friday the 13th. Three groups of astronomers had confirmed the presence of a growing, unexplained shadow partially obscuring the view of Neptune. At last, the antimatter comet whose pending collision with Earth would obliterate most of your solar system had shown itself to terrestr...
The beat up old car chugged up the driveway with labored putters. Mindy peered through the windshield in awe as she soaked in the view. She had driven passed high gates that opened up to grand lawn filled with perfectly trimmed hedges that guided the path. Every few feet was met with an elegant hedge statue of figures in classical poses as if they were part...
When I was in high school there was a girl in my graduating class that I had such a huge crush on. Her name was Ulrike Lagerström. She had a body like a runway model and her long, blonde hair framed her innocent looking face in an artistic way that haunted my dreams. She had long sexy legs and a firm, tiny ass that looked great in her tight jeans. Her waist...
Chapter One Despite the Luxury afforded by Michael's Audi, the ride back to her home at Raby Bay promised to be a long one. New leather upholstery had an enticing scent, the kind of scent that usually set Kate at ease, yet tonight air was heavy with reflection. She fidgeted uncomfortably, within the plush surrounds, as though she were constrained or crowded...
'The House Guest' involves characters who appeared in my earlier offering, 'The Discipline Begins', and refers to events contained therein, but can be read as a stand alone story. * Florence Roberts' pretty ever-so slightly retroussé nose had been put out of joint. Sir Richard had invited a guest to stay at the Manse: Marsha Williams, best-selling popular...
How long had he been in this place. How long had it been since his eyes beheld light? Days, years? Time had lost all meaning to him. His world was all darkness, a tiny ledge above a bottomless pit. Why do you not kill me? He screams into the void. Better to die under the sword than suffer such isolation. He screams and screams until there is no sound. He c...
Prolog I have always had the desire to dress like a girl. It started at a young age when my mother used to have me try on dresses to "see if they would fit my cousin." As I got older I still had the desire and it got strong enough that I started going out in public in college. I was lucky enough to meet and marry a woman who was accepting of my "hobby". Liz...